Headaches (Spencer Reid X Reader)

WARNING: Contains sexual themes/content

"Hey Morgan, have you seen Reid?" You asked the tall, muscular man.

"You missing your boyfriend already?" Morgan teased.

"He's not my boyfriend!" You said while a blush crept up on your face. Derek rolled his eyes.

"Whatever. And Pretty Boy called in sick today." Morgan replied. You nodded, and continued over to Hotch, where you two discussed your current case.

~After Work~

After work had ended for the day, you stopped at the local grocery store to pick up something for dinner. You decided on a sandwich, and then you saw the chicken soup. You thought of Reid, and on impulse bought some to take to him. You paid for your groceries and drove to his apartment. You knocked on the door, but didn't hear a response. You tried the door and to your surprise it was unlocked. You entered cautiously; afraid something had happened. What FBI agent leaves their front door unlocked?

"Reid?" You called softly as you entered the apartment; container of soup in hand. You placed the soup on a counter in Reid's kitchen and quietly crept towards his bedroom door, which was slightly ajar. You crept inside, and saw a sleeping Reid. His shirt was off, his hair was messy, and one leg was peeking out from underneath the blanket. You blushed at seeing him this way; he looked so vulnerable. You decided to stay for a bit, in case he woke up. You locked the door, then sat on his couch with a book you swiped from one of his bookshelves. You had eaten your sandwich on the way here and just left his soup on the counter.

A few hours later, your eyes were starting to burn and you shut your book. You were just considering whether or not you could manage the drive home when a voice in your ear startled you.

"What are you doing here?" Reid asked softly. You shrieked and dropped your book.

"Damn it Reid!" You said while turning around and glaring at the extremely attractive half-naked male before you. Reid had an amused expression on his face while you bent down and picked up your borrowed book.

"Morgan said you weren't feeling well and on my way home I stopped at the store. I decided to get you some chicken soup and bring it over. But you were asleep, with your door unlocked by the way, so I stuck around in case if you woke up. And I was actually just getting ready to leave." You said while covering your yawn with your hand. You grabbed your messenger bag and started walking towards the door when Reid's voice stopped you.  

"Why don't you stay here tonight? Statistics say that more tired drivers die per year in car accidents than drunk drivers." Reid said, sounding like he was feeling better. You smirked, glad the he was feeling better. You shook your head.

"Where would I sleep? Your couch is a bit too small. And I'd rather not sleep on the floor." You said while your eyelids drooped even lower.

"You can sleep in my bed and I'll sleep on the floor." He said with a shrug. You shook your head again.

"Reid, I'm not taking your bed. Good night, and good bye." You turned around and started walking back towards the door. Reid's hand gripped your wrist and pulled you around to face him.

"Please don't go." Okay, that made you believe that he wasn't feeling as good as you thought he was.

"Reid, you weren't sick were you?" You asked softly. Reid looked at you with sad eyes and shook his head.

"I've had a headache for the past week and just couldn't come to work today." He said while glancing at the floor. You stepped slightly closer to him.

"Reid, I thought I told you to tell me when your headaches were acting up again?" You said with an exasperated sigh.

"I didn't want you to worry." Reid said with a sheepish smile in your direction. You stepped slightly closer to him, your tiredness making you bold.

"Reid, I worry anyway. And besides, I have an idea I've been wanting to try about a way to temporarily relieve your headaches." You said with a smirk.

"Oh? And what is that?" Reid asked curiously. You stepped closer so that your bodies were now lightly touching each other.

"Just this." You said as you stood on your tiptoes and softly pressed your lips to his. You saw his eyes widen before he started kissing you back. He corralled you towards the door, and placed his hands on either side of your head. You were slightly surprised that he was being this dominant but you assumed that his headache was affecting his judgment. Not that you cared. You both pulled apart to breathe and you looked into his usually gentle brown eyes to see an emotion that was anything but gentle. He grabbed your wrist and pulled you into his room where he gestured for you to sit on the bed. You did, and were promptly pinned to the bed by your wrists while he captured your lips once more.

Everything after that was a big blur. You woke up in the morning with Reid's arms wrapped around your bare waist. You blushed furiously and looked over to see that Reid was still sleeping. You tried to remove his arms from around your waist without waking him, but failed miserably.

"Hey." You said softly while staring into his sleepy brown eyes.

"Guess what?" He said softly.

"Aliens attacked?" You joked. Reid chuckled softly in a way that sent shivers down your body.

"Nope. My headache's gone." He said with one of his heart stopping smiles.

"Really? That's great!" You said while a grin spread across your face.

"Mhm." Reid agreed while nuzzling his face into your neck. Oh if Morgan saw you two now.

"Hey Reid," You said softly, speaking mostly into his hair.

"Hm?" He asked while removing his head from your neck.

"Remember to tell me next time you get a headache. I would very much enjoy doing this again." You said with a wink. You saw Reid flush slightly, which was completely adorable.

"Don't worry. I will." Reid said before leaning in and kissing you again. As selfish as it was, you really hoped that his headaches happened more frequently.

End.  <3