"I'm hungry."

His chest rumbled as he spoke. He shook my shoulder gently and the old mattress squeaked underneath us. I just gripped him tighter. My arms were wrapped around his torso, my face buried in his side. He sighed and yanked the sheets off me.

"What the fuck?" I shrieked, shooting up. He pouted, eyes big and wide. I glared at him. Was he seriously trying to use puppy eyes on me? Our eyes bored into each other for a few moments.

I flung my hands in the air. "Fine, but you're paying, you little shit!" A grin formed on his lips. It sent a shiver down my spine. Despite my irritation, I leaned in and kissed him.

"You look so beautiful in the sunlight," Spencer laughed. He reached out to caress my cheek. His thumb ran over my skin. His eyes were so full of happiness. Butterflies formed a tornado in my stomach. He thought I was beautiful? He was...he was art. He was a masterpiece with kind eyes, messy hair, and soft skin. 

I bit my bottom lip. "Not to be overdramatic, but I would like...die for you. Is that stupid or creepy?" He shook his head, pressing a quick kiss to my forehead.

"I understand," he replied. "When you grow attached to someone-" I cut him off with another kiss. God, he was just so gorgeous. I just wanted to kiss him all the fucking time.

"Let's get lunch," I said, slipping off my bed. I was a bit peckish too after three, four, five (?) rounds of sex. We had fucked in virtually every location of my house. Once we started, we couldn't stop. We were like horny teenagers. I could really go for a steak or something.

I had to venture into the living room for our clothes and make a trip to the kitchen for our underwear. Spencer checked in with his team while I collected the rumpled clothes we'd hurriedly remove in the heat of the moment. The thin white sheet I'd wrapped around myself protected me from the powerful air conditioner that blasted arctic wind into every room of the house. At least we didn't have to suffer the Miami heat.

I pulled on my white halter crop top made of lace as well as my maroon shorts. I threw on my black choker with the little ring and my crystal pendant. As always, my distance bracelet encircled my wrist. I shoved my phone and sunglasses into my black leather backpack. I pushed large silver hoops into my ears just as Spencer came around the corner.

A towel hung from his hips and I had to literally hold myself back from ravishing him. How could a man be so beautiful? It seemed impossible. He furrowed his brow at me and I realized I'd been staring. I couldn't help it. I'd wondered about his appearance since we first began talking. I'd pictured him warm, but he was cold with sharp edges and goddamn did I love him.

Did I love him?

"Here you go," I said, crossing the room to give his clothes. Once I was close enough, I kissed him again. I couldn't stop myself from kissing him. It was like a compulsion. Like our lips were magnets that would strain to reconnect again and again. His hands gripped my hips, bunching up the fabric of my shorts. We kissed and kissed until I needed air. I pulled away and realized I had pushed him up against the wall and my hands were in his hair. His clothes were wedged between us.

"Oops," I giggled as his cheeks burned red. I pecked the tip of his nose and turned away to make sure I had everything. I tugged on gray socks with little cats on them and slipped my feet into my white converse. I tried to ignore the sound of the towel dropping to the floor and the little grunts Spencer was making as he struggled to get his clothes on. What an adorable, utterly sexy dork. It was infuriating.

I cleared my throat. "I know this great burger place, or we could get pizza?" I felt him come up behind me and he pressed his lips softly to my exposed neck. I shivered, leaning my head back onto his chest. "Or we could get takeout and hang out on the couch..."

"I want to go out," Spence said, kissing my neck twice now. "Somewhere...romantic." I flushed bright red. I nodded slowly, giggling like an idiot. I pushed him away and grabbed my purse off the table.

"Come on, I know just the place," I promised, swaying my hips slightly. I headed for the door, pulling my keys from the depths of my purse. He just watched me. I furrowed my brow at him. "Is something wrong, babe?" He tilted his head. I counted his imperfections. Zero.

God, I was pathetic.

"Honestly?" Spencer asked, frowning slightly. My stomach churned at the kicked-puppy look. I nodded, gesturing for him to go on. "I'm waiting for something to go wrong."

I bit my lip, leaning against the wall. "Me too."

And oh boy, it did.

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a/n: shit bout to go down in a chapter or two ;)

and when i say shit about to go down, i mean chapter thirteen is literally over 2000 words

also go check out kalopsia-ws--'s story vivienne, which is a spencer reid fic and is so fucking good!!

until next time loves