Picasso || Spencer Reid

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟑

He moves his chair slightly closer to mine, "Hey it's okay." He pauses for a second. "So, this means that he knows where you live and about your studio, because I remember you usually leave your sketch book there. But I'm here, and once I'm completely sober, I'm going to take you and Isaac to come and stay with me. That's if that's okay. Or I can get you a hotel room, or something?"

I shake my head, "I can't live my life in fear." I hold my mug in both hands, allowing the heat from the cup to warm them.

He takes a sip of his own drink, "It's not living in fear, it's safety. Faye, I don't want to scare you, but I see situations like this a lot. And I'm not going to sugar coat it, they don't often end very well."

"Can we just go to bed? And talk a bit more in the morning?" I glance at the clock that sits on the wall of the kitchen, "It's like 2, please? I promise we'll talk more about it tomorrow." He nods, standing from his chair, picking up both of our half empty mugs and pouring them away before placing them in the sink.

He follows me out of the kitchen and up the stairs, his light steps giving me a sense of comfort. As we reach the top of the stairs, he pauses. "So, I should probably stay in the guest room, right?"

I shake my head no, "I can't really stop you, but I do feel a lot safer when you're around." I move closer, lifting my hand to the top of his neck so that I could run my thumbs over his sharp jawline. His right arm wraps around me. "Will you stay with me, Spence?" His left hand meets mine, moving my thumb so that he can place a gentle kiss against it.

"I'll always stay with you, my fairy. But I don't think that anything should happen tonight. You're upset, and I would never want to take advantage of you." I grin up at him, a warm feeling flowing through my body. I tug on his neck slightly, trying to get him down to my level.

Our eyes meet, both of us grinning like we had won the lottery. My eyes flutter shut as I place a chaste kiss to his soft lips. "It wouldn't be taking advantage, Spencer." And then another, and a third. He pulls me closer, kisses me deeper, it was like he put every emotion that he's ever felt into that one kiss, and it was euphoric. He slowly pulls away, nothing put passion in his eyes. He stands up straight, his face now turning a bright pink tone, "Sorry."

"Don't apologise." I walk back a few steps, reaching my hand towards him, "Let's go to bed?" He nods, not sure how to respond, but accepts my hand.

He follows me into the bedroom, awkwardly standing at the foot of the bed while I take of the few decorative pillows that rest on top. "What side do you sleep on?"

I laugh slightly, "Well actually I like the middle, so just choose whatever side you prefer." He nods slowly, as if really trying to think of statistic about which side would be better. After a moment or two, he moved to the right side of the bed, lifting the covers and getting in cautiously. His eyes watch me as I turn on my bedside lamp, and walk to turn of the main lighting in the room.

I get into the bed next to him, this new, warm lighting causing his eyes to glow in a new way, an amber hue with honey tones. I get in bed, laying down next to him, he copies my actions to get comfortable, yet he's still stiff. "I- erm. I don't know where to put my hands." A light laugh escapes my lips. I scoot closer to his warm body, taking one of his hands in my own and pulling it to rest on the dip of my waist.

"Spence, I am completely comfortable, right now. I do not mind, at all, where you put your hands." His eyes flicker quickly down to my lips before reaching my eyes again. He shifts his head closer, his hand now gripping onto my waist lightly, pulling me closer to him.

He smiles at me, "You said you like the middle of the bed, right?" I nod slowly. He pulls me even closer, until our bodies are flush against each other, our noses brushing together. "Is- Is this okay?" His grip tightens slightly, and a gasp leaves my lips, he places a light kiss on the corner of my mouth. His hand moves around to my back, his fingertips brush against the skin that had become exposed from my shirt lifting slightly.

"You're really good at driving me crazy, Dr. Reid." I press my lips against his, and as I pull away I take his bottom lip between my teeth and lightly pull on his lip. His eyes turn almost darker as his hand moves to the back of my neck to bring my lips back to his. 

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authors note

hiii, im so fucking sorry this took so long to get out, my uni deadline is coming up and ive had projects to do.

sorry that this chapter is shorter than usual, but im working on chapter 14 now

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