FREAKING OUT ? ? spencer reid

XV

Not long after I fell asleep. Surprisingly enough I didn't dream. Or if I did, I thankfully didn't remember. As I sat up from my slumber I groaned, slowly stretching my body despite how sore I was. I let out a yawn and covered my mouth as I blinked to adjust my eyes to the now darkened room. As I pushed myself completely upright I looked at the occupied chair next to me. In it, was an exhausted Reid, who's head was slumped over the backing of the seat. His mouth was open, breathing heavily as the arms across his chest slowly moved up and down. I cringed at the thought of how his neck probably felt, so awkwardly I scooted over, giving his elbow a light squeeze. Almost instantly he woke up, sniffing loudly as he fluttered open his eyes and sat up.

He looked around confused, until eventually his eye's landed on me. He placed his hand over mine, pulling it off his elbow, but still keeping a hold of it. "Hi," he mumbled.

"Hi," I smiled.

He smiled back, closing his eyes as he slouched into the chair.

"You should go home and sleep."

"Nah." He shook his head.

I frowned.

"I won't leave you again," he mumbled.

I pressed my lips together tightly, holding back the urge to smile. For a while I just stared at him, watching as he settled back into his sleeping position, this time looking less uncomfortable.

"At least come lay down then." I patted the mattress and moved over, taking my hand with me.

He said nothing and crawled in, carefully snuggling into my chest as he wrapped his arms around my torso. I groaned in pain at the weight, feeling him adjust to a more comfortable position. He glanced up at me and raised his brow. "Want to lay on me?"

I shook my head, running my fingers through his hair. "No, you're good. You need to sleep too."

"I'm not tired," he mumbled.

I couldn't help, but laugh. I raked my fingernails lightly across his scalp, earning a pleasant moan in response. My heart skipped a beat at the sound, causing me to hold my breath at the thought of how cute it was.

Apparently Reid noticed my excitement, because a small smile formed against his lips as he ran his hand across my stomach. As he did that I felt the space between my legs tingle. I cringed at the thought, awkwardly adjusting my thighs to try and mask the feeling. The last thing I wanted to be right now was horny, yet here I was.

"You're allowed to have sexual urges, you know," he mumbled, still smiling.

"I don't want them," I huffed in response. I hated how well he knew my body. Sometimes it felt like he had some sort of sixth sense thing going on, but instead of seeing dead people he just knew when I wanted to have sex. It was embarrassing to think about, especially given the circumstances.

The hand he had on my stomach trailed up my side, rubbing up and down as he pulled himself closer to me. I closed my eyes, ignoring the pain in my leg as he slid his torso upward. He moved his hand from my side for a moment, pressing his palm against the mattress to raise his face to my mine. His warm breath hit my cheek, steadily forming a thick tense fog between us. I swallowed hard, opening one eye to see him staring down at my lips. "What are you doing?" I asked.

He blinked and met my gaze. Despite his sudden confidence, his cheeks were warm, gradually turning a dark shade of pink as he licked his lips and continued to stare. Instead of repeating the question I just raised my brow, watching he his took a quick look at my chest before his eyes eventually returned to my mouth.