some smutty stuff oops but dw the story is still a slowburn 😌

TWENTY. IT CHANGES NOTHING

"DO YOU REALLY THINK I'M A GOOD KISSER?" Spencer mumbled, hoping he was quiet enough that Will and JJ didn't hear him from the front of the car (he wasn't, and they did). It was just him and Rhea in the back, the middle seat separating them, though their hands remained interlaced. Rhea found herself looking between her window and the man beside her, her mind swirling in its drunken state. She didn't realise how much she liked having someone to hold until she felt his unmatched warmth.

She turned her head, smiling when she saw how his cheek was smooshed against the leather seat. He was looking up at her due to his slumped figure, impatiently awaiting her answer. She used her other hand to cup his face, pressing a kiss to his nose. "Easily in the top three, Doc."

He pulled away with an offended expression. "Top three? Who's ahead of me?"

Rhea mulled it over, leaning back against the headrest. "Tiffany Wilson from tenth grade homecoming, and Stoner Stephen from my freshman year at college."

"Stoner Stephen?" he whined, tipping his head back. "I'm losing to a guy called Stoner Stephen?"

"Hey," she smacked his arm. "He rocked my damn world. And, he gave me a weed discount for the rest of the year."

JJ snorted. "You know you're sitting in a car with three government workers, right?"

Rhea grinned.

"And we're here," Will sighed in relief as he pulled up to Spencer's apartment block. He twisted back to look at the state of the two friends, a slight smirk on his thin lips. He was the only sober one, and he was very much enjoying seeing the undoing of those around him. "Now, do you two crazy kids need help getting up there, or do you think you'll be okay?"

"We're fine, thanks dad," Rhea joked, pushing herself up to give the husband and wife kisses on the cheek. JJ threw her hand up in a wave, though her attention was quickly caught by the song that had come onto the radio. Rhea laughed as she opened the door, shouting over the loud music. "Night guys!"

"Don't forget your gift basket," Will called. Spencer leaned in to grab the wicker box, grunting as he shut the door with his hip. "And don't get too wild, alright? Drink some water before you go to bed, wear a condom, and Rhea, make sure you pee after-"

"Will!" JJ gasped, but luckily Spencer and Rhea hadn't heard the last part. Well, Rhea didn't. Spencer just flushed and pretended he had no idea what was going on. "Bye, you two!"

Rhea sent them a two-fingered salute as she stumbled towards the door, reaching into her purse for her key. Spencer followed slowly behind, quite preoccupied with finding the packet of almonds in their selection of prizes. Once they managed to get inside they heard the car pull away, and Rhea groaned as she realised they'd have to do the long walk up the stairs. There was an elevator in the building but Spencer hated using it, considering it 'ruined the aesthetic' of the older architecture.

However, the genius didn't give the idea a second thought as he wandered around the corner to the lift, having given up on his search of the basket. His coworkers had already ravaged the goods, so there wasn't a whole lot left for them to enjoy. He swayed a little as he pressed the button, waiting for Rhea to catch up before he stepped inside.

She bounded in, her arm linking with his as if it were second nature. He appeared in deep thought, so she pressed the button to the third floor. The doors shut and the rattling contraption began to move, the silence filled with soft music.

Rhea found herself zoning out, thinking about an old commercial she'd seen as a kid. She was about to bring it up, however she got a little caught up in how Spencer spun her around and grabbed her face, his lips meeting hers with an intense fervour.

Her breath left her entire being as she found herself kissing Spencer Reid for the second time that night. She welcomed it, craving the sensation of sensual touch she'd missed out on. Her hand slithered behind his head, grabbing a fistful of his curls and tugging on them, causing his mouth to part slightly. She pushed herself up on her tiptoes to gain the upper hand, but he wasn't having any of it. He was trying to prove something, to both of them. What felt like hours was only seconds, as the doors parted and he reluctantly pulled away, breathing heavily. "Was that better than Stoner Stephen?"

Rhea needed a minute to steady herself. She swayed from side to side and she blinked a couple of times, her hands falling to his upper arms so that she could regain balance. She cleared her throat, before she patted his chest. "You tried your best, and I respect that."

With that, she stumbled out the elevator in an almost dream-like state. He trailed after her like a lost puppy, dragging his feet behind him. Once they reached his apartment door, Rhea stopped to look at him for a few seconds. There was a mischievous glint behind her eyes, and it was setting him on edge. He leaned against the wall as she turned her attention to her bag, rummaging around for her key. "Rhea..."

"Yeah, baby?" she hummed, the nickname causing his heart to skip a beat. She'd called him sweetie, sweetheart, honey...all of them made him feel warm inside, but baby was a whole other story. He was holding his jacket in front of his waist, not exactly sure he wanted her to know how he was feeling here and now.

He would never had said anything if he wasn't drunk. But he couldn't help himself. She was just so beautiful, and he was sick and tired of pretending not to think so. "What if we..."

He trailed off, one hand reaching to rest on top of hers, which was about to turn the doorknob. She raised a brow at him, noticing how his gaze was flickering between her lips and her eyes. The former were still puffy and bruised from the assault in the elevator, but she couldn't deny that she was craving another hit of the Doctor. Yet, she didn't know if it was the best option. "Spencer, these things don't usually end well-"

He looked at the floor, cheeks heating up. "We could do it in a friend way?"

She tilted her head curiously at his proposition. "A friend way?"

"Only this one time," he insisted. "I mean, I don't mind if it becomes a regular thing, but..."

"It doesn't change anything?" Rhea pressed on, and he nodded quickly.

"It doesn't change anything."

She beamed. "Full speed ahead, then, Doc."

Rhea threw open the door and grabbed him by the hand, leading him in the direction of the bedroom. Spencer managed a quick hello and goodbye to his mother's nurse, Cassie Campbell, who seemed to be more than okay with the sight of the two friends finally making some progress. She grabbed her bag and made her way to the front door, but not before she sent him a thumbs up and mouthed 'good luck' as he was tugged into the room, to which he flashed an excited, yet flustered grin.

The door shut behind them, but Spencer barely had time to think before Rhea pushed him up against the wall and kissed him again. The height difference was staggering, but she was wearing heels and he was craning his neck, so it was a win-win for the both of them.

As Rhea pulled him closer, she could feel his excitement. She couldn't help but smile against his lips as she let her hand trail down his chest, inching lower and lower. Spencer tried to get words out - he tried to prove he could be more dominant, but the way her mouth trailed down the side of his jaw and nibbled at the skin made his legs go weak and his words disappear in his throat.

"You can touch me, Spencer," Rhea's voice was slightly muffled from where she was leaving love bites. Spencer hadn't even noticed that his hands were only hovering over her hips. He'd been way too caught up in his own pleasure that he'd forgotten the reason why he wanted to do this in the first place.

So, he took her shirt in his grip and pulled it over her head, far too concentrated to notice how Rhea was trying not to laugh at the way his tongue stuck out the side of his mouth. She returned the favour and unburdened him of his shirt, soaking in the sight of his body. Her chest contracted and she felt her lower stomach thump with anticipation. It was almost amusing to her, how far Spencer strayed from her usual 'type'. He wasn't particularly strong or broad, yet there was something so particular about him that made her want to scream.

He was still forgetting that he was allowed to touch her. It wasn't until she grabbed his hands and put them on her body did it seem to click. Then, he was everywhere. He took her face and her ass, squeezing the latter and caressing the former. Rhea moaned into his mouth as he kissed her, allowing him to walk her over to the bed, where they fell onto the mattress. Rhea kicked off her shoes, her aching feet grateful to be freed. 

"Spence-" she whined as his lips trailed from her jaw, to her neck, to the crevice between her breasts. Her fingers found their way into his hair, tugging on the strands harder each time he'd find a spot that made her squirm. At one point he hand to grab her hips and push her against the bed as she bucked up desperately. "C'mon, man."

He spread her legs, laughing against the skin of her inner thigh. The vibrations made Rhea yank especially hard on his locks. "Ouch!"

"That's what you get for teasing, you asshole!" she sat up, pulling him up to look him in the eye. "I could just go home and masturbate, you know?"

"I didn't think you'd be so needy," Spencer muttered, a slight smirk spreading across his lips. "How long has it been since you got laid?"

"You're not allowed to give me shit about getting laid," she pointed at him, though at the look on his face she couldn't help but giggle. He leaned forward and started pressing kisses to her lips, both of them laughing between each of them. Rhea tried to get words out, but she could barely contain herself. "You...are...so...rude...Doctor Reid!"

He grinned, taking her bottom lip between his teeth and pulling it slightly. Rhea kicked her legs up and wrapped them around his waist, which made Spencer jump at the cold touch of her skin. "Hey!"

"Spencer!" she laughed, taking his chin in her hand. "Hurry up or I'll call Stoner Stephen."

He groaned, his head falling onto her shoulder. "Shut up about Stoner Stephen!"

"Do you want the top spot?" she snickered, and he nodded into the crook of her neck. 

"Yeah, I do," his voice was thick and sounded like there was a lump in his throat. 

Her lips pressed against his ear. "Then prove it."

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friendly reminder or news to non-like a girl readers: if i'm writing some smutty shit i stop before the dick comes out because writing it makes me ~uncomfortable~ 

but anyway this is for yall horndogs who live in america since orange shrimp dick isn't gonna be in office anymore!!!! fuck trump!!!!