Verdict ||X|| Spencer Reid

warning there is smut in this chapter...

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I woke up to a pounding alarm, time for work. I was frustrated, mostly sexually. I fell into Spencer's trap, and I enjoyed it. I took a hot shower, trying to forget the steamy moment I shared with him the previous day. I couldn't believe how well he kissed me, or how much I craved more. I could still feel his hands on me, the way they cupped my waist, teasing my ass with each lowering hand movement. I thought about how he grabbed my face with such need and passion, how his tongue felt on mine, the desirable taste of him. Fuck. I opened my eyes.

I turned off the shower and began to get ready for a dreaded day. I was slightly hungover, but nothing a coffee couldn't fix. I poured it into a travel mug, picked up my leather shoulder tote and locked my apartment. I pressed the elevator button and waited patiently. As the floors dropped down, 20,19,18 it stopped. I felt my heart rate increase. The doors opened, it was an elderly woman. I took a deep breath. I knew I had to face Spencer at some point, just maybe not today. Praying, not today. 

"Good morning. I have to say, considering how much you drank last night, you look like you had a full 12 hours. Please, what's your secret?" Emily teased as I walked to my desk. 

"Honestly, coffee" I laughed. I sat down. I felt my eyes meet Spencer who was walking to his desk. He hadn't seen me just yet.  I quickly darted my eyes to the computer screen, logging in and starting some paperwork. Practically forcing my eyes to stare at the screen to avoid them wandering his way. At around 11 am, I was desperate for a fresh cup of coffee. I heard the footsteps of another enter the break room. 

"Are you avoiding me?" A soft, but clear voice spoke. 

"No, why would you think that?" I glanced over my shoulder to Spencer, who seemed pissed off. 

"You've not spoken to me all morning" He raised his voice slightly

"I've been busy" I bit back, resuming my coffee-making. 

"At 8:15 you spoke to Emily, at 8:42 Rossi came to your desk. At 9:13 you spoke to Derek briefly, at 10:02 JJ showed you pictures of Henry. So, Lucia. Let me ask you again. Are you avoiding me because of last night?" He leant against the back of a chair. 

"So, you've been watching me. Good to know Pretty Boy" I smirked, lightening the mood. "And if you mean the kiss? Don't worry about it. It was just a kiss" I put a sugar cube in the coffee and stirred it. 

"I'm not worried, but you are. You tensed up when I spoke, you've not looked me in the eye once whilst speaking to me, and your hand is slightly shaking more trembling. I'd say you're sexually frustrated or anxious I'm going to say what happened" 

"Are you profiling me?" I scoffed, facing him once more. 

"Just making an observation. I am curious though, are you sexually frustrated?" 

I leant back, nursing the coffee in my hand. I took a sip and looked him straight in the eyes. "No". I observed his arms tense, the veins started to show through, and his hands clenched around the chair he leaned against. I was sexually frustrated but I couldn't admit to it. My legs trembled at the overwhelming sexual tension. I walked towards the door in an attempt to escape, and he put his hand out, standing up, towering over me and stopping me in my tracks. 

"I know you're lying" He smiled sarcastically. I rolled my eyes and moved past him. I steadied my heart rate, which raced at being so close to him again. I watched him sit back down at his desk shortly after I returned to mine. He ran his fingers through his hair, brushing the short strands out of his face. He parted his lips, dragging his finger down from his bottom lip. He knew I was watching. I raised an eyebrow before proceeding to type on the keyboard. I had to get him out of my mind.