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this whole mutual thing is overhyped on this site. want to send me an ask off anon? do it. want to tag me in a post? do it. follower, mutual, or just random person who stumbled across my blog: I crave interaction and literally do not mind.

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14. You Can’t Be Everything You Wanna Be Before Your Time

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We spent the rest of our night discussing future plans: when I would move in; where all my stuff would go; Spence even hinted that he wanted kids with me, I’m not really sure how to feel about that, but I guess it’s not really an issue right now, right now I am happy, laying in Spencer’s arms.

As if by magic Spence’s phone rings, It’s like serial killers only strike when we’re having a cute moment, he shifts awkwardly under me in order to grab his phone,

“yeah, I’ll be in right away.” Has recently become your least favourite sentence,

“could serial killers not just take the day off.” I moan to him, his chuckles as he wriggles out from under me,

I must have fallen back asleep because when you get up he is no where to be found but the scent of coffee Is filling your nostrils, which I will never complain about.

Normally it is Reid’s phone that is ringing but this time it was mine, I picked up the unfamiliar number, and to my surprise Mr Dolye’s chipper tone answered me,

Mr Doyle: I’ve been talking to my associate and we’ve set up the blog, I’ll send you all the details and you can work on it whenever you want, but no pressure.

Vienna: thanks, that sounds great, I’d just like to say thank you for this opportunity.

Mr Doyle: It’s my pleasure.

Will that Mr Doyle hung up, so naturally I started dancing around the kitchen like a madwomen, of course, it was at that very moment that Spence walked out of the bathroom, I guess he hadn’t left then?!?

“what are you doing?”

“I’m celebrating!!”

“what are you celebrating?” he seemed enthusiastic but nervous at the same time

“oh, my god, I completely forgot to tell you, my boss is letting me write a blog for the store, and he just called to confirm things.”

“that’s so good, and I really wish I could celebrate with you but I’ve got a case.” He face visually dropped as his disappointment reached the surface,

“spence, It’s ok, go to save a life.”

“I love you.” He leaned down to give me a kiss goodbye, a long, meaningful kiss,

“see you later lover boy.” I smiled against his lips

“when I get back we are going out to celebrate!”

“I can’t wait.” With that spence grabbed his satchel and headed out the door, as soon as he left a wave a loneliness hit me, but I was soon pulled back to the surface by Mr Doyle’s email slamming into my inbox, maybe that would keep me occupied for today?

I read his instructions and everything seemed self explanatory, so I got to work planning my first post, ‘my favourite crime novels’

I began racking my brain for my favourite crime novels, there were some classics: strangers on a train; malice afterthough; murder on the Orient express and so on, but there were also some modern tales: fifty fifty; the damned and the destroyed; death in the family.

Last night I posted my first post on Bluebird’s blog, and I’m proud of myself, I even sent the link to Spence, but he never replied so he must be busy.

When I got to the store Mr Doyle was waiting for me, I thought I was going to get a rant about ‘that’s not the kind of stuff I want you to write’ but instead he smiled and thanked me, he said,

“someone already came in and bought all the books off of your list, you don’t know how much this means to me.”

I simply smiled as worked my shift, Mr Doyle’s blog endeavour did seem to have worked as there were definitely more people in the store than usual and I was happy to help.

Towards the end of the shift my phone rang, thinking it was Reid I practically ran to my phone, but I was surprised when I was greeted by the dulcet tones of Derek Morgan, not an unpleasant surprise, but a surprise non the less,

Derek: hey is this Vienna?

Vienna: yeah, how cam I help?

Derek: Reid’s injured, he’s OK but I think he would feel better if you were here.

Vienna: Oh my god, what happened? I’ll need to check with my boss.

Derek: we were taking down an unsub and he got shot in the shoulder, he’s Ok, I just think he would feel better with you here.

Vienna: yeah of course, which hospital?

Derek: Washington General

Vienna: Ok, I’ll be there as soon as I can

With that I hung up and immediately rang Mr Doyle, he was very gracious and said he would cover for me, I thanked him and then locked up.

I got to Washington general faster than I should have by breaking a few minor traffic laws, I’m not sure how spencer would feel about that?

Derek was waiting for me outside, and let me tell you he is not what I was expecting, he lead me to Reid,

The moment I saw him my heart dropped, his shoulder was bandaged up, implying his injury but he looked so peaceful, I took a seat next to him and held his hand in mine, I think it was more comforting for me than him.

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Spencer's inner monologue while being trapped with a serial killer in 3x14 (insp)

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true criminal minds fandom experience is eating dinner while watching the cannibal episode and only being a little phased

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My sleep paralysis demons chilling in the corner of my room at two am

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if i was a writer on criminal minds i would’ve changed the maeve arc so maeve was a) a dude or b) a catfish

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13. Slow Down You’re Doing Fine

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I wanted to say, "I love you too." I wanted to say it so much but I just couldn't bring myself to do it, I don't know why because I do love him, but my heart wouldn't allow me to admit that,

I soon excused myself and left, I couldn't bare to look back at him on my way out, mainly because I knew his face would be extremely sad and I knew I would feel bad if I saw it, I didn't even tell him about the blog because every second I spent in that apartment with him I felt like I was suffocating, I'm not really sure how I feel, I'm not mad at him, I just need some space to think things through.

I was grateful for a shift at the store today, it gave me some time to think things through, I have come to the conclusion that I really love Spencer, but I'm not sure I can deal with him being away so much, but I also feel bad about that because he loves his job and I wouldn't want him to quite it because of me, and i'm not sure he would. I guess my guardian angle wasn't looking down on me right now because that very moment the route of all my anxiety walked in with a chime of the bell to accompany him,

"hey." he entered shyly

"hey." you hesitantly replied

"I thought we should talk."

"ok, what about?"

"you don't love me anymore do you?" oh god you've ruined everything, you didn't want him to think that because it's not true,

"no, I just needed to think about some things, I still love you Spence."

"then why did you walk out earlier?"

"I just... I needed to think some things through..."

"like what? that you don't love me?" he tapped our rings together, referencing the promise we had made, I think part of him was relieved that I was still wearing it

"no, that I love you too much! that I can't deal with it when I'm away from you, and then you're just gonna leave... like everyone else." I hadn't noticed the tear threatening to escape but it broke through the baracade anyway, Spencers eyes immediately softened, "I can't bear to be apart from you... and that scares me so much." the tears stated flowing and I felt Spencers arms around me in a hug, the perfect grip and just the right amount of squeeze, his speciality.

I allow myself to mould into his chest as my tears soak his shirt, his kisses the top of my head and whispers sweet nothings in my ear until the sobs subside.

"I'm not going anywhere." he coed, this ripped me from my crying session as I titled my head to took him in the eyes, I could tell it was a genuine sentiment.

"I love you Vienna and I'm never going to leave you." with that I pulled his lips down to mine and kissed, the kiss saying endless things that I never could.

"do you want to go to Giovanni's?"

"I thought you'd never ask, I've been craving it all week." it seems like Giovanni's is becoming our usual date spot, not that I'm complaining, the food there is amazing,

once I locked the store Spence practically dragged me to Giovanni's

"Spence, slow down." he slowed, but only slightly, "I think you forget that I'm like a full foot shorter than you." we laughed and giggle in the moonlit air,

once we were seated we got to talking again,

"do you really mean what you said? that you'll never leave me?"

"of course I do! I want to spend the rest of my life with you, and I promise that whenever I am away I will call you at least once a day."

"Spence, you really don't need to do that."

"no exceptions." he insisted, that made you smile to you core, then he continued "also, your birthday is coming up, so what do you want to do?"

"how do you know when my Birthday is? I never told you!"

"I know you didn't and I knew you wouldn't so I had our technical analyst find it for me, you would love her by the way."

"so you're abusing you power as an FBI agent?" you teased him,

"yes, and I would do it all over again." he smiled at you, "so what do you want to do for your birthday?"

"to be honest I hate my birthday, that's why I didn't tell you so... I think I just want to spend the day with you!" I replied, treading carefully,

"your wish is my command."

"oh, really?..." you leaned over the table in order to kiss him,

you stumbled back into conversation and then a thought came into your head, the book,

"Spence, when I was in your apartment the other day, I found a book with an inscription." his face visually dropped, "you don't have to tell who it's from, I was just wondering."

"It was from my ex-girlfriend." I could see the tears forming in his eyes

"Spence, you don't have to tell me." he looked at and gave me a reassuring smile

"I really should." I took his hand in mine, giving it a reassuring squeeze "a few years ago I got these really back headaches so I had a geneticist looking into it and we would talk all the time but I only used to call her from phone booths because she was being stalked..." he paused, tears free flowing down his cheeks, "we arranged to meet but I thought I saw her stalker so I told her to leave, but she left me the book, then she was kidnapped, and then first time I saw her she was shot in front of me." I had now moved to his side of the booth and I was trying to comfort him the best way I knew how, he clung to me, "I don't want to loose you like that, I don't want to loose you at all."

"I know, I don't want to loose you either." he composed himself for a minute before looking deep into my eyes,

"move in with me!"

"okay." I smiled back at him reassuringly, trying to hide the nervousness threaded through me.

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12. When Will You Realise... Vienna Waits For You?

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Morgan said they'd be heading home this afternoon, which isn't very precise but luckily I didn't have anything to do, so I headed over to Spences apartment mid afternoon with my copy of the shining in tow - I was going to need something to keep me occupied.

hours passed by and It started getting late, so I instinctively grabbed my phone to text Spencer and then remember he didn't have it, could I text Morgan?

Vienna: hey, have you guys landed yet?

as began to get impatient and bored with my book I wandered around Spencers apartment, finding his phone in the meantime, you would think a genius would be able to remember he used it as a bookmark.

Spencers POV:

the plane had just landed and JJ sauntered over to me with her unusual smile and questioned,

"hey, wanna go for a drink?"

"you know what, I would actually."

with that me and JJ headed to the nearest bar we could find and started drinking, I wasn't in the mood to get drunk so I limited myself to two beers but JJ soon forced me to break that rule once she started interogating me,

"so what's going on with you and your girl?" she asked

"not much, I haven't spoken to her since we left because I lost my phon-."

"you haven't spoken to her in 8 days?!?"

"no, like I said, I lost my phone."

"that is no excuse to not call her, I thought she was the love of your life."

"she is but I've been working."

"you should really make time to call her spence, if you love her that much, otherwise you're gonna loose her." shit, maybe JJ was right maybe I should've called her, but I can't change that now, all I can do is try and make up for it.

"you're right, I'm gonna go home and then I'm gonna call her." with that I left the bar, leaving JJ alone, and to pay the tab

I stumbled slightly out of the bar, before I realised I was too drunk to drive so I called and uber back to my apartment and then proceeded to stumble into the elevator (where me and Vienna first met) and up to my apartment, I patted myself down in order to find my key and then opened my apartment door

Viennas POV:

where the fuck is he, it's 10pm and Morgans not even replied to my text, shit maybe they were in a plane crash? Maybe they're both dead?

tears began falling from my eyes and drenched my cheeks, but I was snapped out of it by his apartment door opening and a figure stumbling into the living room,

"Spencer?"

"Yyeeesssssss." he slurred, shit, he's drunk, I've never seen him drunk, he's not his normal self

"are you drunk?"

"N-n-n-nooooo." liar liar pants on fire

"where the fuck have you been? I've been waiting for you."

"Ooooohhhhhh someones angry." I can't deal with him like this!

I grabbed Spencers arm and lead him to the coach, I then went and got him a glass of water to try and sober him up, maybe we would have to catch up in the morning?

by the time I got back to Spencer he was passed out, yeah, I guess it would have to wait.

I couldn't sleep that night, Spencer was out like a light but the thought of every irrelevant thing chose that moment to swirl around my head in an endless loop, so I stuck my nose back into the shining.

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Spencers POV:

why am I on my coach?

why is Vienna asleep at my dining table with her nose in a book?

why does my head hurt so much?

while I may be able to answer the first and third question with a bit of logic, I definitely did not have an answer for the second.

I walked over to her sleeping body, and slowly shook her awake, she was definitely not happy to see me, that was evident by the scowl plastered across her face. I tried to calm her down a bit,

"hey, are you alright."

"no, I am not alright, I waited for you all afternoon because I wanted to talk to you and then you stumble in here drunk at 10pm." she said while dramatically standing up

"I didn't know you were waiting for me."

"Morgan said he would tell you."

"well, he didn't."

"well, I missed you and I wanted to see you and I assumed you would want to see me too after not calling me for eight days."

"can I at least have my first cup of coffee?" she nodded, and I chuckled but that only made her scowl worse so I assume she is a bit mad at me, I guess JJ was right.

when I returned a few minute later with two cups of coffee her face softened slightly, but not much

"so, how have you been?" I asked as I sat opposite her

"look Spence, I know you were working, and I know you were busy but I was worried about you and I missed you"

"I'm sorry I didn't call I was just really pre-occupied but I should have made you a priority because I love you." her eyes lit up at those three little words

"oh, I found your phone by the way." I guess she doesn't feel the same way anymore, god I really have messed everything up.

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11. You’re Gonna Kick Off Before You Even Get Halfway Through

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8 days, that's how long I hadn't seen Spence because he had been on a case, a very tough case clearly, which wasn't all bad because it meant I could get in some shifts at the book store without being distracted and I also felt a bit motivated so I started writing a book, maybe it's a bit too ambitious of me, but it's always been my dream so I'm giving it a go, maybe this new romance has given me some much needed motivation? so far I had written two chapters, not much I know, but it was better than nothing.

I really wanted to Call Reid, I missed his voice, but the genius had lost his phone, so I couldn't, he did say I could ring Derek, but that was for an emergency, and this wasn't really an emergency, but i was feeling desperate so i decided to take a walk to Spences to get his number.

I stood at his door while I fumbled for the key he had left me, once I opened the door a felt a relief wash over me, even though he wasn't here I felt closer to Spence when i was in his apartment.

I easily found Dereks number and settled on Spences coach to call him,

one ring,

two rings,

three ring,

"hey, this is SSA Derek Morgan with the FBI's behavioural analysis unit, how can I help?"

"erm... hey.. this is Vienna, Reid said I could call you."

"so you're the one playing with boy genius's heart strings, he's just in interrogation at the moment, we should be home tomorrow afternoon, do you want me to pass on a message?"

"just tell him to meet me at his apartment when you get back, thanks."

"no problem, oh and if you hurt my boy genius there will be consequences." was that a joke? I laughed nervously and replied.

"dually noted." before hanging up

so I would see Reid tomorrow, oh how I missed him, for the first time I can remember even though I was alone I didn't feel alone, somehow this man seems to be able to comfort me from hundreds of miles away.

I decided to stay in his apartment until my shift as it was closer to the book store so there was no point going back to my place, I scanned over the hundreds of books that covered his apartment walls, before my eyes fell on a certain book, 'the narrative of John smith' by Arthur Conan Doyle, one of his few works I hadn't read, I pulled it down from the shelf, and as I opened the cover I noticed an inscription,

love is our true destiny.                                                                                                                                                       we do not find the meaning of                                                                                                                                         life by ourselves alone -                                                                                                                                                       we find it with another.                                                                                                                                                              - Thomas Merton

I liked the quote, but I couldn't help but wondering who had written it for him? the spine was dusty so I assumed it wasn't a recent gift, but I still felt a slight pang of jealousy that immediately put me off reading the book, so I returned it to it's rightful position as I assumed Spencer probably wouldn't want me snooping, but that quote remained in the back of my mind for the rest of the afternoon: as I walked to the store; as I read Wuthering heights; as I thought about Spencer.

business was slow, but no slower than usual so I finished withering heights and decided on my next read, 'the shining' although I wanted to read the book I had found in Spence's apartment I couldn't bring myself to do it, it felt too personal to him for me to carry around, so is stuck to a classic Steven king novel,

towards the end of my shift my boss, Mr. Doyle as I knew him, entered the store, this was unusual as he normally just left me to it but he wanted to talk to me,

"hey, I was talking to my business partner the other day, and we feel bluebird books needs to make the step into the 21st century, we were thinking of starting a blog and selling books online, and we wondered wether you would be willing to run the blog, you would only have to work on it during your shifts, we'd pay you extra, and overtime if needed." a writing opportunity! maybe this was the worlds way of telling me I wasn't destined for creative writing,

"that sounds amazing, I would definitely be up for that."

"good, i'll draft up a contact and if you have any questions let me know."

"will do." I could hardly contain my excitement, now I actually had something to tell Reid and I'm sure he would be happy for me, on the walk back to my apartment I couldn't stop smiling, my mind was already drafting up blog posts, and creating punny titles, this would give me some purpose in life that wasn't just selling a secondhand book once every 3 hours, and I am honoured that Mr. Doyle chose me for this, I was determined not to let him down

I didn't sleep well that night as my mind was racing at 100 miles a minute.

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10. Or You Can Just Get Old

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Warning!! smut

I turned the knob on the shower and the water began spraying down onto me, the warm water was very relaxing on my aching muscles, and then I felt Spencer step in behind me.

he wrapped his arms around my waist once again, pulled me into his chest and whispered in my ear,

"I'm hard again."

"I can feel it." I retorted as I chuckled "do you want to go for round two?"

"It would be my honour." we both chuckled and Spencer kissed the top of my head, I guess it was a sign of appreciation

I turned around, looked Spencer in the eyes and smiled, then the atmosphere changed, his lips crashed into mine with urgency as my arms wrapped around his neck once again, and he reached under my thighs and wrapped my legs around his waist, he rested my back against the shower wall, the harsh sting of the cool tile was only intensified by the steam pooling around us.

Spencers hand snaked down between my thighs and started to rub my clit in small circles, I didn't need it though, at the mention of round two I was already wet again. Spencer then reached down and gave his already hard dick a few pumps before running the tip through my folds and lining himself up with my entrance, I moaned at his teasing gesture before he pushed his hips forwards and thrusted into me, we both moaned out in pleasure as Spencer repeatedly hit my g-spot whilst driving in and out of me with force and passion.

moans and expletives echoed around the shower as Spencers ruthless pace meant neither of us could keep quiet - I'm not sure Spence's neighbours would thank him for that.

as Spences kept thrusting I felt his dick begin to twitch within me and I knew he was close, my suspicions were confirmed when he practically moaned,

"I'm so close baby, cum with me." I nearly replied with "your wish is my command." but I refrained - thought it might ruin the moment, instead I reached down to where our bodies met and began to rub my clit as Spence continued thrusting into me, the knot began to grow in my stomach and I knew my climax was coming, just as I felt Spencers thrusts begin to falter and him release inside me again, my climax hit me like a tonne of bricks and I let go of my clit as I leant my head back against the tiles in pleasure, but my hand was soon replaced by Spences as he coaxed one of my strongest orgasms out of me.

Spence soon attached his lips to the open space on my neck, sucking and leaving dark purple marks that I never wanted to fade but inevitably would.

Spence eventually put me back down on my feet but I didn't want to let go of him so I cupped his cheeks with my hands and kissed him with everything I had until I could no longer breath, when I pulled away Spence had the biggest smile on his face,

"I love you." it was like he couldn't hold it in

"I love you too." I reciprocated

"maybe we should actually shower now." he chuckled to himself

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once we got out of the shower, we both put on sweats in order to get cosy for the rest of the evening,

I wanted Chinese but Spence voted Indian, so we got Chinese and settled down on the sofa for a movie, I let Spence choose this time and suggested a six hour documentary on quantum physics, so I overruled him and put on back to the future,

so we sat with the movie on, enjoying each other's company and eating Chinease food

my favourite thing about watching a movie with him is he usually repeats most of the lines under his breath, it's strangely soothing, but when it's one of his favourite lines he will just say it out loud in time with the character, which is just the cutest thing I have ever seen, and the smile on his face when he says it is even cuter.

towards the end of the movie I started to feel a bit icky (at leas that's how I described it to Spencer), Spencer said this was most likely food poisoning and I should get some rest, he also said we should have got Indian in the classic 'I told you so' tone, and then proceeded to give me some statistics on food poisoning which went in one ear and out the other, so when I agreed to head to bed Spencer said he would join me as he was already tired - he's such an old man, but that's why I love him.

I peeled back the covers and got cozy, resting my head on Spencers chest as he pulled me in tight and kept his arms around me, just the right amount of squeeze and the perfect grip.

and fell into a content slumber

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when I awoke the next morning there was a note on the bedside table, it read;

hey love,

I had to leave for work but you looked so peaceful so I didn't wake you. There's coffee in the pot if you want some, hope you have a great day, I don't know where my phone is so if you need me call Morgan (his numbers in the book by the coach)

"you are my sun.                                                                                                                                                                     my moon.                                                                                                           ��                                                                       and all my stars."                                                                                                                                                                          - E.E. Cummins

lover boy xx

I love his notes, they make me feel all warm and gooey inside.

I decided to head back to my apartment, then head for my shift at the book store, where I would most likely just read Wuthering heights.

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9. That You Can Get What You Want

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warnings!! smut

"...Spencer, you're all I want."

"and you're all I will ever want." she continued

I dropped my satchel to the floor and practically ran towards the beautiful girl stood in the middle of my living room

I wrapped my arms around her waist, and pressed my lips into hers with passion, and she reciprocated with even more passion, she opened her mouth so I could deepen the kiss, and I accepted the invitation, she wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist, I moved my hands to under her thighs in order to keep her steady, I never wanted to let her go but I pulled away from the kiss, for two reasons, so I could actually breath and to tell her,

"I love you." her face looked shocked for a minute as she took it in whilst still staring into my eyes and then proceeded to tell me,

"I love you too." before I could even process what she said her lips were back on mine with desperation and longing, not that I am complaining.

with her legs still around my waist and her lips still on mine I began carrying her to my bed, stumbling slightly as she giggled into my mouth, but I wasn't really paying attention as I was trying not to walk into walls,

after a few unintended detours I reached the foot of my bed and I slowly placed her spine on my mattress, making sure to keep my lips on hers, I smiled against her mouth as her hands made there way from around my neck to my belt buckle, fiddling with the metal, I pulled away from her lips again with hesitation,

"are you sure about this?" I asked her

"yes Spencer, you're all I want." she lifted her lips to mine and we resumed our previous endeavours, one of my hands ran through her hair whilst the other held my weight off of her, once her fingers had fumbled to pull my belt from it's restraints she turned her attention to my top button as my hand began playing with the hem of her shirt, she pushed both her hands against my chest until she was sat upright, I thought she was having second thoughts so I took a step back, but to my surprise her hands went to the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head without hesitation, leaving her in a black lace bra and joggers, god she looked beautiful but before I had finished taking in her beauty she forcefully grabbed my collar and pulled my lips to her's as she fell backwards on the bed.

as much as I enjoyed kissing her, I pulled away once more and began to unbutton my shirt, she pushed herself up onto her elbows in order to watch me, so as soon as my arms were pulled from the restraining fabric her hands were on my chest, exploring every inch of it as her lips reattached to mine.

whilst continuing to kiss her I reached my arm around her back and she arched it whilst I undid the clasp and then straightened it again once the tension was released, she slipped the straps down her arms and threw it across the room. I detached myself from her lips, but only to re-attach myself on her left nipple, I began to swirl my tongue around it, and that's when she began to moan, her um's and ah's filling the room only spurred me on as I swapped nipples.

Vienna's POV:

shit, he was good with his mouth

his tongue swirling around my nipple was like heaven, but if he didn't stop now I was going to cum, so I pulled his chin up to mine and began kissing him again, but I wasn't really concentrating on that, what had my attention was the feeling of his hard dick resting in between my thighs, so I snaked my hand down and began to palm him over his slacks, he began to moan into my mouth as I fumbled to undo his button and fly, I pushed his pants down his thighs and he kicked them off the rest of the way, leaving him in only his boxers, so I slipped my hand into the waistband of his boxers and pushed them down his legs as well, setting his boner free. Although I wasn't looking at it I could feel it's size from the way it rested against my body.

to give me a better angle I flipped us over so I rested on top of Spencer, he couldn't keep his eyes off of me and I couldn't keep my eyes off of his dick, I gave it a few pumps whilst I sat on his thighs, he immediately started moaning my name - just the response I wanted  

but before I could really get into it Spencer sat upright and began kissing me again, distracting me from the task at hand, - get it, because his dick was in my hand - his hands rested on my hips with his thumbs just tucked slightly under the waistband of my joggers, so that's what he wanted, and I was happy to oblige so as I cupped his cheeks with my hands I smiled against his lips and climbed off of his lap, whilst I undid the strings on my sweatpants and pushed both my sweats and my underwear down, Spencers eyes never left me, they wandered up and down, but they never left, but Spencer just had to ruin the moment, for quite an important reason, but it still ruined the moment,

his arm fumbled around his top draw until his pulled out a single condom, with victory spread across his face, I couldn't help but chuckle.

he handed me the condom and I carefully opened it before rolling it down onto him.

with that I climbed back onto Spencer, straddling his lap, his hands went back to my hips and I lifted myself up, then sank down onto him we both moaned with pleasure, once I adjusted to his length he rolled my hips into his and I cried out with pleasure as I felt him hit my cervix.

I looked deep into his eyes as I lifted myself almost entirely off of his dick and then sunk back down, I re-attached my lips to his and began to settle into a steady rhythm, both of our moans matching the pace, Spencer's eyes fell to where we met and he began to thrust his hips up as I sank down on him, hitting my g-spot and intensifying the sensation, I quickened the pace as I felt the knot in my stomach begin to grow as Spencer moaned into my mouth,

"shit, I'm gonna cum."

"me too lover boy." I breathily moaned back

with that Spencers hand fell to my clit and he began to rub it in gentle circles - shit, this man was good. whilst continuing to bottom out inside me,

"I'm so close baby." with that I stilled my movements as I felt my climax hit me and my thighs begin to shake, Spencer thrusted up into me a few more times before I felt him release inside of me.

I rested my head in the crook of his shoulder as we both steadied out breathing.

after we had both calmed down he lifted me off of him and rested me on his thighs as he wrapped his arms around my waist.

I pulled back, looked into his eyes and said,

"we should probably get a shower."

Spencer nodded in agreement as I climbed off of him and lead him to the bathroom.

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8. But You Know That When The Truth Is Told

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cold, unaccompanied, that's how I awoke, on the coach in my living room, Spencer was no where to be found, unfortunately, I was really in the mood for a good cuddle right now, just the right amount of squeeze and the perfect grip.

but just as I was about to drown in loneliness, I noticed a small piece of paper, a note left on the coffee table, it read;

Vienna,

I'm sorry I had to leave suddenly, we got another case and I didn't want to wake you but every time I look at you it makes me think of this quote,

"she was beautiful, but not like those girls in the magazines. she was beautiful for the way she thought. she was beautiful for the sparkle in her eyes when she talked about something she loved. she was beautiful for her ability to make other people smile, even if she was sad." - F. Scott Fitzgerald

yours truly,

lover boy xx

does he really think I'm that beautiful, this incredibly handsome and sweet man thinks I'm beautiful?

he is so thoughtful, I should really give him something in return for everything he has done for me, but what can I do? I'm not exactly the sentimental type

that's it, when I see him next I will do something extra special for him, but what?

a gift?... no.

an expensive date night?... no.

what would be really special to Spencer?... tell him my feelings, that's it, I'll tell him how I truly feel, but I'll have a bit of fun with it, I also have to evaluate how I feel...  that might take all day,

so I got to planning, it took me all day but I wrote him a note, just like the one he wrote me, (maybe I wasn't as good of a writer as I thought I was)

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Spencer's POV:

after a long day in the office all I wanted to do was see Vienna, but she was probably cosy in her apartment by now so it would have to wait till tomorrow,

I stepped into the elevator, and turned to press the button for my floor when I noticed something, a piece of paper with Spencer written on it, so being the curious man I am, and due to the fact that my name is Spencer, I opened it, and it read;

Spencer,

this is the place we first met, in this little metal box, in this box I told a very handsome stranger that I was about to break up with my boyfriend, and he told me "I'm apartment 29." and the rest is history, where was the next time I saw you?

you know who xx

oh god, this girl has me wrapped around her finger, her goofy ways have got me entranced, before my brain could even process it I was walking to my apartment with more haste than normal, but just as I approached my door I noticed another note taped to my door with "lover boy." written on the front, It read,

Spencer,

the first time I knocked on this door you told me "I wasn't actually expecting you to come." and I was so close to running away then and there, imagine if I had, then none of this would of ever happened, it would have been the biggest mistake of my life, but you back-tracked and told me to come in,

head inside my little T-Rex xx

I chuckled to myself and instinctively looked down at my ring, Morgan had noticed it this morning and questioned me about it, in the beginning I refused to tell him anything but then I realised I loved this girl too much to not tell anyone, so I spilled everything to him. The little T-Rex sat on my finger was a reminder that we can talk to each other about anything, and my feelings were definitely something, and maybe tonight would be my chance to tell her.

I gingerly opened my apartment door, and stood directly in front of me was the most beautiful girl in the world, and as our eyes met she said,

"he's more myself than I am. whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same."

my heart began to flutter with love and my lips involuntary began to smile, as she repeated the quote I had told her the day before, then she began talking again,

"I wanted to do something special for you, and I thought long and hard about it, and I decided the best gift I could give you would be to tell you how I truly feel, so here goes nothing,"

I was entranced by her beauty, she wanted to tell me how she really felt, does she feel the same way I do? I could only hope so.

"Spencer, ever since I've met you something has felt different, I have felt different, this relationship has taken me by surprise and swept me off my feet, I don't know how to describe what I feel inside but..."

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7. You Got So Much To Do And Only So Many Hours In A Day

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this was the second Time I had woken up in Spencer Reids arms and it was much more pleasant this time, although we were still on the coach, there was no blaring ring tone to wake me up, so I lay there for a while, relishing in the moment,

but of course, inevitably Spencer began to shift under me, and as his eyelids began to flutter open, he muttered a groggy,

"good morning." I began to sit up, so he could actually move

"good morning." I replied

"I'm just going to jump in the shower before work."

"ok."

whilst Spence was in the shower I made him and I coffee - but mainly for my own sanity. so when Spencer sauntered out of the bathroom with only a towel round his waist (shit, that was hot.) he was immediately drawn in by the strong smell of coffee filling his apartment, so he snuck up behind me, put his arms around my waist and said,

"Is that coffee I smell?"

"It most certainly is." I retorted whilst handing him a cup, he kissed me lightly on my temple and began talking, I was trying to keep my eyes on his face -  but damn it was hard, every so often they would wander to his slightly sculpted chest whilst he was talking about something, probably Star Trek, I think he noticed, but he didn't say anything,

Spencer got ready for work, whilst I sat on his coach, continuing my endeavour to read wuthering heights, so when he sauntered out of his room, I didn't even notice until he broke through the silence,

"he's more myself than I am. whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same." Spencer started me, so I immediately turned my head to look in his direction,

"what?"

"oh, it's a quote from Wuthering heights." of course Spencer would know that

"oh." I laughed contently to myself "I don't think I've got to that point yet."

"everyone thinks it's a really romantic quote, but it's actually kind of creepy because Heathcliff and Catherine are very likely half siblings, plus their relationship was pretty toxic." he stated with a content smile, I raised an eyebrow at him and smirked, only Spencer Reid would say something like that.

"I really wish I could spend the day with you, but I have a lot of paperwork to do after the case, and there's only so many hours in a day."

"It's ok, I could do with getting some errands done anyway, are you free after work?"

"I'd cancel anything for you." he chuckled away to himself

"I'll take that as a yes then, come over to my place once you're done then."

"ok." he has a smirk on his face, and mischievous glint in his eyes, what was that amazing mind of his planning?

I went back to my place in order to be slightly productive today, if I had stayed at Spence's I would have just relished in his aroma all day, so I forced myself to leave.

I got groceries, did laundry and picked up around my apartment, and decided enough was enough for one day, so I got comfy on my coach for another instalment of Wuthering heights,

the hours ran off with the minutes and I soon got to the line,

"he's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same." the image of Spencers smirk this morning popped into my head, but just as I began to relish in the memory the collision of knuckles and wood rang through my apartment, breaking me out of my entranced state.

as I opened the door, my smile widen even more when his goofy grin was smiling back, he never ceases to make me smile, I'm really not sure how he does it.

I lead Spencer to the coach and as we got cosy together I put on one of my favourite shows, once upon a time, I like it and I didn't think Spencer would hate it, so why not?

I snuggled down further into his chest as his heart beat rocked me into a deep slumber

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Spencer's POV:

she's so beautiful when she sleeps

she's so beautiful when she sleeps on my chest

she's so beautiful

I don't deserve her

I sat there staring at her for longer than I should, but she's just so beautiful, how could I resist, i'm sure if she were awake right now she would call me lover boy and make fun of me, but that's exactly why I love her, shit, I love her

why has it taken me so long to realise it, I love this girl, I love this tiny goofy girl who falls asleep on my chest, even though I hate her taste in tv shows

there aren't enough hours in the day to take in all her beauty, not that she realises it, I was so entranced by her beauty that I hardly even heard my phone ringing on the coffee table, but alas, I snapped out of it,

"hey Hotch, what's up."

"hey, I know you just got back but we have another case, its an emergency, we need you in the office ASAP."

"ok, I'm on my way." I replied with disappointment

why? why did this have to happen now? I didn't want to leave without saying goodbye (I didn't want to leave at all) but I also didn't want to wake her, so I settled for leaving a note with a key to my apartment enclosed, the note read,

Vienna,

I'm sorry I had to leave suddenly, we got another case and I didn't want to wake you but every time I look at you it makes me think of this quote,

"she was beautiful, but not like those girls in the magazines. she was beautiful for the way she thought. she was beautiful for the sparkle in her eyes when she talked about something she loved. she was beautiful for her ability to make other people smile, even if she was sad." - F. Scott Fitzgerald

yours truly,

lover boy xx

[reid2me]

6. You Better Cool It Off Before You Burn It Out

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waking up in Spencer Reids arms would have been one thing, a very romantic, heart-warming thing, but waking in Spencer Reids arms on the coach whilst being awoken by a work call blaring through his apartment was quite the opposite.

and apparently Spencer Reid sleeps the sleep of the dead, so I had to refrain myself from answering his call and shake him awake.

once I had awoken the mummy next to me, he answered the call, and I headed into the bathroom to give him some privacy, and pee, killing two birds with one stone.

when I emerged the scent of black coffee hit my nostrils, as Spencer rushed around the apartment whilst simultaneously trying to put on a shoe, but failing,

"what was the call about."

"oh, hey, sorry, we've got a case and I'm needed urgently, you can stay as long as you like but I might be gone a while, i'll let you know if I have any updates." with that he slammed the front door and went on his way - I guess their wasn't time for goodbyes?

as I recovered from being left at the door, I did a 360 a realised how much of a state Spencer's apartment was in, well if he's gonna be gone fore while, I might as well clean it for him, right? thats not too obsessive, right?

so I may have spent my day of cleaning Spencer's apartment, but it was therapeutic and it would help Spencer out a bit, so I didn't see a downside, maybe it was a bit invasive for Spencer, but i'm sure he would appreciate it

so I washed his dishes, did his laundry, made his bed and just generally tidied up a bit and after all that I was exhausted to I decided to run myself a bath, a luxury for me, as I don't have one at my apartment.

I made sure to cool the water a bit, as too not burn my skin before stepping in, once I was comfy I lay their for what felt like an eternity but not quite long enough at the same time, but once the water cooled off it wasn't as enjoyable so I stepped out - being careful not to slip - and wrapped a towel around myself, before sauntering out into the living room to grab my phone, I may have missed a few texts from Spencer - oops

Spencer: hey Vienna, is everything ok?

Spencer: Vienna?

Spencer: I'm really worried now, is everything ok?

Vienna: hey, everything is fine, sorry for not replying, I was in the bath :)

Spencer: I'm just glad your okay, I was worried something bad had happened.

Vienna: nothing bad happened unless you count me getting cozy in the bath as bad aha

Spencer: I don't, I just got back to my room for the night, looks like I'm going to be here a few days, sorry :(

Vienna: it's ok spence, go save some lives :)

Spencer: spence?

Vienna: yeah? do you not like it?

Spencer: I do like it, its just weird, no ones ever had a knick name for me before

Vienna: well, I am happy to be the first, lover boy x

Spencer: stop calling me that x

Vienna: nope x

Spencer: you're cute when your sassy ;)

Vienna: that's what I was going for xx

Spencer: I should probably get some sleep, good night xx

Vienna: good night xx

with that I decided it was too late to trek across the city to my apartment, I would have to crash at Spences for another night, but he did say I could stay as long as I want, maybe that was just out of politeness?

it didn't feel right to sleep in Spences bed, even though I don't think he would have a problem with it, so I crashed on the coach again, except this time I didn't wake up to Spences phone ringing, I woke to mine ringing, echoing through Spences apartment,

I turned it over to see Spences contact staring back at me, I picked it up with a groggy,

"hey Spence."

"hey, I just wanted to say good morning before I went to work, I hope I didn't wake you."

"you did actually, but it's fine."

"sorry, I think we're gonna close this case today so I might be back tomorrow morning, what do you have planned for today?"

"that's great, I'm working two till eight, but nothing other than that, can't wait to see you, have a good day."

"you too."

with that we hung up, I am working the closing shift tonight, not too bad, the later it gets the fewer customers we get, so realistically it's not much actual work.

I decided I needed to go back to my place instead of staying cooped up at Spences, so I could freshen up for the day, even though I didn't really have anything planned.

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the store was really quiet today, so just before eight I headed into the back room to grab my things, but it was just my luck that at the precise moment the small bell above the door would ring again, signalling that I would actually have to make human interaction today, so I sprinted back to who I hoped would be our last customer of the day, so I'm sure you can imagine the surprised look on my face when it was actually Spencer Reid lurking in the shop before closing,

"I though you said you wouldn't be back until tomorrow?"

"I did, but I wanted to surprise you, that look on your face is just too precious."

"so, what do you want to do at 8pm on a Wednesday evening?"

"I've been craving Giovanni's all day, so I thought we could get it to go and go to my place?"

"sounds like a plan." with that I finished grabbing my things and locked up while Spencer waited patiently - I would expect nothing less from him. briskly, we made our way Giovanni's and ordered a classic margarita which Spencer insisted he carried back to his place.

once we arrived at Spences, I immediately plopped down on the coach and let out an exaggerated breath - for dramatic effect. and when Spencer joined me I immediately grabbed a slice of pizza and dug in, but Spencer didn't grab a piece - wierd. he looked like there was something on the tip of his tongue,

"spit it out, lover boy."

"I haven't even started eating yet, how could I spit it out?"

"I didn't mean it like that." I began to chuckle to myself

"whatever your thinking of asking, ask it!"

"oh, ok, erm... Vienna."

"yes, that is my name Spencer."

"will you be my girlfriend?" shit, I was not expecting that, everything is moving way too fast, I've known him less than a week and he's already asking me to be his girlfriend,

"Spencer, this is moving way too fast."

"usually I would agree with you, but something just feels different this time." I could agree with that,

"ok then, I'll be your girlfriend on one condition."

"anything." shit, I could make this interesting

"you have to promise to take things slow." so with that I held out my finger with the T-Rex on it, and Spencer contorted his hand in such a way that the T-Rex's were intertwined - like our version of a pinkie promise. I hadn't realised it until now, but I've hardly taken this ring off - just to shower, and then I immediately put it back on. its as if whenever I wear it I feel like Spencer is near.

whilst I was still engaged by our rings, Spencer clearly had other plans, he was staring at my lips, and finally decided to take action by leaning forwards and meeting them with his lips, I was pleasantly surprised, I wasn't expecting this , but I fell into him and deepened the kiss.

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5. Where’s The Fire, What’s The Hurry About?

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Before I even heard Spencers door close behind us I felt like I was playing 21 questions, or maybe being interrogated, maybe that was more fitting seen as Spencer was an F.B.I agent after all,

"so do you want to talk about it now?"

"no, Spencer, I don't."

"why not?"

"because I don't"

he went to sit on the couch and I forced myself to follow him, we were at his place after all.

"why won't you talk to me?"

"Spencer, I don't want to talk to anyone, it's not just you."

"how can I help?"

"you can't, because it's not your fault, Spencer please just leave it"

"were you abused as a kid?" I stood up with shock, and anger, but mostly shock

"no, but why you think that is any of your business is beyond me." I grabbed my things and left, slamming the door behind me, slightly harder than necessary, but I think it got my point across.

just as the elevator doors were closing I heard an approaching voice desperately shouting,

"Vienna, please wait, I didn't mean it like that, please just talk to me." but I was not in the mood to talk to Spencer about my childhood, so I pressed the close doors button although it took longer than I would have liked, the doors closed before Spencer could join me so it was fine, I felt relieved as soon as the doors closed, I wasn't going to have to talk to him. Then the doors began to open, and what I was not expecting to see was an out of breath but very apologetic Spencer Reid staring me down with puppy dog eyes, before I could even get any words out of my mouth I was bombarded with,

"Vienna, I am so sorry, I didn't mean to imply anything, I had a shit childhood too, and I was just worried about you, I didn't mean to hurt you." he was on the verge of tears, and that made me feel even worse, because he hadn't done anything wrong, he was just concerned and I was being a bitch.

I immediately stepped forward and wrapped my arms around his neckband he wrapped his arms around my waist, we stood in content silence, and I relished in how good of a hugger Spencer Reid is, it's the right amount of squeeze mixed the perfect grip. I think even without an eidetic memory I will never forget him.

Spencer was the first to pull away, I think he was slightly self conscious that we were hugging in the middle of his apartment lobby, and I totally get that.

"can we go talk? it doesn't have to be about that."

"we can talk about it, as long as you promise me more hugs like that."

"now that, I can do." and we both got back in the elevator I had just used as an escape shoot we chuckled.

Once we were back in his apartment things felt calmer, Spencer went and sat his coach again, and I joined him, again, but this time we weren't just two people sat on a coach, we were snuggled together, like we were each others safety blanket, Spencer broke the silence,

"so do you wanna talk about it?"

"yes, actually, but it's kind of a long story, so buckle your seatbelt." I let out a long breath and began,

"obviously I don't have any recollection of any of this but it's what I've been told, when I was two I was found abandoned outside a hospital, with no note or name." I could already feel Spencers grip tightening around my shoulders as if he was trying to protect me from my own childhood,

"I was put into the foster system and was placed with a family, they would play billy Joel all the time and I would always bop my head to the song Vienna, so that's how I got my name, but they ended up getting pregnant with their child and couldn't handle me, so I was sent to another family and I'd get settled and then they would send me back and it was just a never ending cycle throughout my childhood, but then was I was fifteen I got my first boyfriend, and lets just say he wasn't the best influence, I would smoke with him, drink with him, and that would get me kicked out of my foster home and then one time he said "get kicked out of this one and you can stay with me, we'll run away together." and I was so naive that I believed him and I purposefully did stuff to get kicked out, and then when I did, he broke up with me and I was left with no-one, ever since then, I've always had trust issues, and attachment issues, which is weird cuz they're like totally the opposite, but that's my tragic life story." Spencer looked shocked and concerned, but he was probably mostly shocked by the calm manor in which I told the story, because I've been over it so many times in my head it's like a rehearsed script now.

"I don't know what to say."

"just cheer me up so I don't have to think about my depressing back story." as I said that, I felt Spencers weight shift under me as he lifted my weight and got up, oh so we're just gonna ignore my depressing life then, fine by me

just as I was getting comfy again, Spencer came back, clutching the black box from earlier, he opened it and slipped the more dainty ring onto my finger (not my wedding finger, don't worry, my left pointer finger) he then proceeded to slip the chunkier ring onto his finger and said,

"whenever we wear these rings, we can talk to each other about anything, ok?." I gave a small mhm in response

"promise?"

"of course I promise, lover boy."

and with that Spencers lips flew into mine with haste and longing.