Private Lives

“Dr Spencer Reid.” Her voice is soft, spoken right by his ear. He breathed in slowly, shifting in his bed, just a dream… just a-

“Spencer,” There it was again the light female voice, tickling his ear. He slowly comes round realising that there’s an arm draped over his stomach as something tickling his arm, which has begun to tingle with pins and needles. “Time to get up for work.”

Knowledge slowly trickles into his sleep-clogged mind as he feels her shift and roll against him fully, her naked body pressing against the side of his. Hannah. How had he found her again? She was here in his bed and he didn’t, for once in his life, want to get up for work. Refusing to open his eyes he rolls over, pinning her to the bed under his body.

“Spence!” She giggles, wriggling in protest while shifting her legs to accommodate him. “If you don’t pull your bum outta bed now you’re not gonna get to work on time.”

“Don’t care,” he replied, surprising himself with how uneducated he could be when still half asleep and currently pressing against a soft, pliant female body. “Gonna stay right here,” He slid his hand down between their bodies, “And do exactly what I want to. Got a problem with that?”

“Not at all.” She groaned as he slid into her in a well-practised, habitual movement. So long ago he’d learned to do that and so suddenly he was doing it again. What had he done that had been so good that he deserved this?

“Oh…” her low moan made his nerves jangle and tingle as she arched under him, obviously becoming frustrated with his lazy half asleep pace. Suddenly she pushed against him, forcing him onto his back and straddling him, without breaking their union.

Her pace was less patient and less sleepy, she rose up and down taking him inch by inch faster and faster until he thought he was going to burst before he managed to come.

“Come for me Spence,” her husky whisper as his hands moved over her breasts, cupping and kneading them, before he finally felt the spring inside him uncoil as his hips raised up off the bed taking her with him as she rode out the last of his orgasm.

After pulling her down onto him he finally opened his eyes, believing only now that this was a reality and not one of his dreams. She would have disappeared as soon as he came if she hadn’t been real.

“How did I get you back?” He asked, finally taking her in. Her dark auburn hair tousled from sleep and her dark green eyes slightly fogged as always first thing on a morning. He hand slid down her back to cup her rounded bottom, something he found unbelievably attractive. She wasn’t thin, she was a woman. For a moment his mind began to go through the reason that a woman with curves is more attractive than a size zero but was interrupted by her response.

“With you inspiring ability to stutter.” She sighed, raising her head enough to kiss him gently. “Wanna give me a ride to work or do you think we won’t make it in time if you do?”

“Even if it does make me late I’m going to give you a lift to work.” He replied, he turned his head to look at the clock, he had an hour before he had to be in the office. Not far to go. “Come on,” he slowly slide her off him, dying to drag her back every second. “You shower first and I’ll cook, then we swap, k?”

“Aye aye, Spence.” She replied watching him as he climbed out of bed and pulled on his robe. She slowly slid from under the sheets and walked to the bathroom, not bothering pulling anything on. He watched her as she walked to the bathroom, turning in the doorway and smiled at him. “But if you want to join me…”

He looked at the clock again as she disappeared into the bathroom, moving to the bedside table he picked up his cell, dialling the office and leaving a message that he’d be a little late before moving into the bathroom.

Steam already filled the room when he pulled off his robe and slid back the glass, stepping under the spray he felt her arms come around his neck. Suddenly he felt the need to do something primal, something to prove she was his. He pushed her back against the cold tiles, hearing her gasp.

“Spence, what's got into to you?” She giggled, feeling his body pressing into her harder.

“You don’t want me to answer that, it’ll take too long and we have to shower.” His voice was dark as his teeth nipped at the side of her neck. Slowly he moved her back under the spray and turned her around leaning her forward. Taking the hint she placed her hands against wall, curving her back until she was pressed back against his hardening erection.

Slowly he leant down and slid into her for the second time that morning. He was sure she’s be sore if he didn’t stop taking her the way he was, i.e. every time he saw even an inch of her skin. He began a slow rhythm, sliding inside to the hilt before pulling almost all the way out again.

“Spence,” She moaned, pushing back against him, urging him to move inside her faster. “Don’t stop.”

His hands gripped her hips almost painfully as he picked up speed. She moved her hand to her centre and began rubbing her clit in time to his movements. He hissed as he felt her clench around him as she moved back against him and towards her own pleasure.

“Oh god,” She cried out as she felt herself moving towards a climax. He could feel her muscles contracting around him and groaned, thrusting into her harder as he began to loose himself to the sensations.

“Hannah,” He moaned as he came hard inside her, hearing her own cried of release mingling with his own.