𝓔𝓵𝓵𝓮 𝓖𝓻𝓮𝓮𝓷𝓪𝔀𝓪𝔂

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𝐼 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝐼'𝑣𝑒 𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑦 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑.

➝ rp
➝ mdni
➝ canon, au, crossover friendly

Just some ibuprofen, maybe. I think I'll be alright.

[ She's had worse and this could really be worse, she knows, even if it does hurt.]

I can't keep my hands off you. Who could blame me?

[ With a little whine, she brushes her fingers lightly over the back of Spencer's neck. ]

I feel okay. There's pain, but that's to be expected.

[ Elle hums softly, running her hands through Spencer's hair slowly.]

I don't think you're helping me behave, Dr. Reid.

Breathlessly, she returns the kiss, hand curled lightly around the back of Spencer's neck. ]

[ Oh — her body feels like it's on fire as her orgasm pukes through her, Spencer's fingers on her prolonging it and drawing it out.

His hands, his voice, his personality, his brain — he doesn't have to work hard to get her there, really, if that's not obvious by how she falls apart in his hands.

[ Oh, fuck — fingers are absolutely going to be the death of her. She rocks down against them, just a little, just enough to make her groan with pleasure. The combination of sensations is good, so good, that her orgasm hits her quickly, pulsing through her. ]

Ohfuck, Spencer—

Spencer —

[ Elle's voice comes out as a little whine while she strokes through his hair, attempting to keep her hands busy and focus herself enough that she doesn't arch or rock her hips. She feels very, very warm, heat bubbling in the pit of her stomach. ]

Good, fuck...

[ Elle's hips twitch as Spencer's fingers start to tease her clit, and she exhales a quiet moan, pushing her hand through Spencer's hair. ]

God, that feels good —

[ It feels electric, in fact — it's very hard to not squirm under his teasing. ]

Fuck, Spencer —

[ Elle groans quietly, closing her eyes and tilting her head back. As much as she wants to rock against his mouth, she stays still, toes curling with pleasure. He's very talented with his tongue, and she feels very warm. ]

Never stop.

[ Elle takes a deep breath and spreads her legs a little, enough to comfortably settle Spencer between them. She keeps her eyes on him as he kisses her, breathing getting a little heavier as his mouth finds her cunt. She moves a hand down to curl lightly in his hair. ]

Oh, god...

Frequently.

[ Elle laughs and looks down at Spencer, biting her lower lip softly. He's got no right to look so good like this. Really, not fair at all. ]

Have I ever told you that you drive me insane?

Spencer, and she smiles softly to herself. ]

[ There's a moment where Elle is very tempted to start touching herself, but she doesn't. She settles back on the mattress comfortably and raises her hands above her head, stretching out as much as she can without hurting herself.

A part of her mind reminds her how truly lucky she is to have

slow smile. ]

The way you care about me is one of the things I truly love about you, even if it may frustrate me in the moment.

[ She's teasing. She knows why he's being careful, and it makes her melt a little inside. She raises her hips enough that Spencer can get her pants down and off, watching him with a

that she's always going to want him, even when it's the worst idea. ]

Yes, I'll tell you if I need you to stop.

[ Elle pushes Spencer's shirt up, exposing the skin of his body. She leans forward to press a kiss to his chest, soft. ]

Your fingers, your mouth, your cock — you know, I'm really not going to complain about anything. I just want you.

[ And she thinks

I thought you said that wouldn't work.

[ Not that she's discouraging him. Definitely, definitely encouraging. She works her hands up the front of Spencer's shirt, looking at him with eyes dark with want. ]

I mean... yes, sir, I'll lay back.

Well then, god forbid I actually try.

[ She hums softly and nips lightly at the space between Spencer's jaw and ear. She moves her hands to his chest, touch light. ]

Am I seducing you, Dr. Reid?

[ She laughs, amused, and presses a kiss to the line of Spencer's jaw.

She's just .... incredibly drawn to Spencer all the time. ]

I would never.

[ It's only a little pain. She just wants to get a leg over his legs, and she can do that without pulling her stitches, drawing them closer. ]

[ Oh, she doesn't want him to stop — she whines softly, running her hands down over Spencer's neck, nails lightly scraping against his shoulders. ]

[ Elle shifts closer, as much as she can, lightly running fingers through Spencer's hair. She's addicted to the way it feels to kiss him. ]

[ Elle hums, raising her arms to tangle fingers in Spencer's hair, pulling him so she can return the kiss. Soft and slow. ]

Lots of assholes do kind of good things, doesn't mean we hate them any less.

[ Elle hums softly and leans back to look up at Spencer with a small smile. ]

Morgan mentioned that he's a dick.

[ Elle shifts, nesting against Spencer's chest. He can make her laugh. She'll handle that pain. ]

[ Elle laughs, a hand shifting to cover the wound on her abdomen. ]

Ah. I don't know that meeting your dad is a good idea.

Mm, we've been dating for a day and you've already brought me home with you.

[ Elle's tone is teasing — she traces lines on the arm he has around her, touch soft. It's nice, to feel so... safe. ]

Just come here and lay with me for a little bit.

[ Elle wraps an arm around Spencer's neck and pulls him in, kissing him again, soft and slow. ]