If Spencer Reid Played Bingo:

If Spencer Reid played bingo:

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Whoops, my finger slipped. Tehe.

Type: Smexy but not smutty.

Warning: Mmmm hot. Sexual fantasies mentioned but really they just kiss, so no sex. :(

“Sir?” Spencer asked as he knocked on the door, he’d been called up after everyone left.

“Reid,” Aaron said, looking up from his file, closing it and setting it aside, “shut the door for me.”

“Did… I do something wrong?” Spencer asked, shutting the door.

“No, of course not,” Aaron said, seeming to try and be reassuring. “Please,” he motioned to the chairs.

“Okay,” He sat down in front of Aaron’s desk, while he didn’t feel really out of place or uncomfortable, he was clearly confused.

“So, I got a… letter,” Aaron started, grabbing the piece of paper from underneath a pile. “It’s not… addressed to anyone, just to the BAU, but, um… I believe it’s for you.”

“Why?” Spencer asked, accepting the piece of paper, unfolding it and quickly scanning the words. His eyes widened and his face flushed. “Oh god-” he whispered and swallowed thickly “Sir-”

“Now, I’m not one to… intrude? Frankly I don’t like actively reading other people’s mail, but since this wasn’t properly mailed and it did end up on my desk,” Aaron started.

“Sir- I will talk to Ethan about what he sends, I am so-” Spencer cleared his throat, shutting the piece of paper. “I apologize, repeatedly-”

“My name is in it… that’s my question,” Aaron said after a moment, and Spencer just seemed to shy away more. “Spencer, why is my name in that… very explicit letter?”

“Ethan-um…” Spencer coughed lightly, refusing to make eye contact again. “He’s, goddamnit… it’s a kink?” Spencer mumbled. “He has this thing for boss/employee relations, and he found your name through my file… and now I get these… this-I don’t know why I just… didn’t send it to my apartment he has my address.”

“So you have many of these… explicit letters with my name in them? And you didn’t tell me?” Aaron asked.

“I know it’s a problem,” Spencer said, eye’s finally reaching Aaron’s. “And I’ve tried talking to him about it, I’ve tried ignoring the letters. I know- and I’m trying-”

“Do you… indulge in the fantasies he tells you?” Aaron asked, completely out of left field from what Spencer was expecting.

“I-um,” Spencer breathed. “No…” he sounded small.

“You’re lying,” Aaron whispered. “To a profiler.”

“Sir- I-” Spencer’s chest heaved lightly with his words, clearly overwhelming embarrassed.

“I could report you for this,” Aaron mumbled, and Spencer lowered his gaze. “Have you fired.”

“I know,” Spencer whispered.

“I should… have you fired for this…” Aaron continued. “However, I don’t think that’d be really fair.”

“Sir?”

Aaron stood, adjusting his suit and stepping over, taking the letter from Spencer and setting it on the desk. The genius looked up at him, his hand keeping the position it had while holding the letter, though in a more relaxed posture.

“Do you think of me like this, Spencer?” Aaron asked, tapping the letter.

“Sometimes I wonder…” Spencer admitted softly.

Aaron grabbed his weirdly patterned tie, and Spencer almost stopped breathing. “Sometimes?” Aaron whispered.

“Hotch-” Spencer whispered, slowly releasing a breath.

Spencer officially stopped breathing when Aaron leaned down and kissed him. The whimper that left his throat was downright sinful, and Aaron clutched onto his clothing as he slowly raised Spencer from the chair and pressed him to sit against the desk for a better angle.

“Sir-” Spencer breathed, head tilting back as Aaron separated them to look up at him better.

“Better than a fantasy,” Aaron whispered, and Spencer just nodded. “So is everything else…”

—marya hornbacher, wasted

SPENCER REID AND MAEVE DONNOVAN: SEASON 8 EPISODE 20, “ALCHEMY”