"How many existentialists does it take to screw a lightbulb?" Spencer asked with a small laugh.
Once again the room was silent. You faintly heard Agent Rossi mutter, "Don't."
"2. One to change the light bulb and one to observe how it symbolizes an...
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You reached the car and Spencer turned it on. You unbuckled your belt and made your way into Spencer's lap. Spencer took a deep breath in, turning the car off. "Y/N," he began.
"I was told we would have time to make out," you whispered, kissing his jaw. Spencer groaned, pushing you off of him gently. You frowned, looking up at him sadly.
"Listen, as much as I am enjoying this, I think the FBI garage isn't the best place to do it." You nodded and moved to return to your seat. Spencer hurriedly put the car in drive and sped out of the garage, going in a direction you didn't recognize.
He pulled into a parking spot in front of a building you assumed was his apartment and picked you up, lifting you into his lap. "Now where were we?" He whispered, leaning down to capture your lips. You responded by wrapping you arms around his neck, moving your lips with his.
"Spence," you muttered, reaching for his tie. You undid it and pulled it over his head. "I think we should take this inside." Spencer took a breath and opened the door. You crawled out of the car, Spencer following. He pulled you up the stairs to apartment 23, you following him into it. He closed the door and pushed you against it, attaching his lips to yours once again.
You reached for his button-up, messily undoing them. He began to kiss down your jawline, biting gently once reaching your neck. You moaned, pushing Spencer's shirt off his shoulders. He bit harder, causing you to gasp. Spencer pulled away, admiring his work. You whimpered, missing his touch on your skin. He smirked and kissed you, groaning when he heard a phone ring. He reached for his pocket only to realize it wasn't his phone that was ringing, it was yours.
You sighed and tried to ignore it, but the phone rang again. You pulled your phone out of your pocket, seeing Nate was calling. Spencer frowned as you picked up the call. "Hey Nate, what's up?"
"Hey Y/N, I'm heading to your apartment in a few. Any ideas on a place for dinner?"
"Hmm, I don't know exactly. I'm 20 minutes away from home right now. But, how about Indian?" you asked, tracing patterns on Spencer's chest. Spencer hummed softly, kissing your neck again. "Would you mind if Spencer came with us?" you continued, watching him look up at you from under his eyelashes.
"Yeah, bring him, I'd love to meet the man who's captured your heart."
"You're the best. See you in 30 minutes," you exclaimed, ending the call. "Spencer Reid, you tease," you shrieked, pushing him gently.
"You didn't have to invite me to dinner Y/N. I don't want to intrude," Spencer argued.
"Shut up and put a shirt on," you muttered, going to what you imagined was his bathroom. You groaned as you looked in the mirror. "Do you realize how hard it'll be to cover this up?" you asked, touching the red mark on your neck.
Spencer appeared behind you, wearing a purple shirt with a black tie, and nuzzled his head in the crook of your neck. "I guess I got a bit carried away. Can you blame me? A beauty like you in my arms, what else am I supposed to do?"
