Aug. 04 - One-Night-Stands: Spencer Reid
Title: One-Night-Stands: Spencer Reid
Author: 3am_moonlight
Crossover: BtVS/Criminal Minds
Rating: Het. (Buffy/Reid). Um, mature? Just to be on the safe side.
Word Count: 870.
Timeline: Post-Chosen / Criminal Minds: anytime.
Disclaimer: Both BtVS and CM belongs to someone who definitely isn't yours truly.
Summary: Buffy's string of meetings turn into bumping uglies with a certain geek.
Author's Note: I don't think Reid is the type to have a one-night-stand, but he needs a little loving, too. So he gets Buffy, at least for one night... ;)
Buffy looked over at the sleeping geek beside her and ran her eyes over his youthful features. His hair reached his chin, but at the moment it was partly obscuring his thin face, and his closed lids hid his brown eyes. He looked like the sort of pretty geek you saw on TV when they wanted to make smart people look 'cool' but still make sure the viewers could easily separate the geek from the hero. The sprawled position of his body relayed that he felt comfortable and safe, and Buffy silently wished she was still that innocent. Especially when in such a vulnerable situation and in the company of a near-stranger. Her world just didn't allow for such innocence. Neither should his world, but it looked like he'd retained some of it anyways.
The day had started off normal enough; grocery shopping because she had procrastinated on it to the point she had nothing edible in her temporary apartment and ordering breakfast would just be sad at this point. Later on, after some therapeutic shopping for shoes, she'd had several meetings with some bigwigs because Giles insisted she was a big Slayer now and had to schmooze with the right people. He'd used bigger and much more polite words, but it had been what he'd meant to say. The last meeting had segued into a semi-fancy dinner with alcoholic drinks.
Buffy plus alcohol were clearly still unmixy things, but it didn't seem like she'd done anything too bad. Except for the part where she had obviously ended up in bed with the BAU's resident genius. She carefully lifted up the sheet covering her upper body and peered under it, and, yup, she got an eyeful of her own breasts. A look towards the man beside her revealed an equally bare torso. Needless to say, they'd gotten groin-y last night and her girly parts were still slightly sticky, so it hadn't been that long.
What was his name again? Spruce? Rainy? Reedy? No, that wasn't it. Sebastian? Reece? Reid!. She smiled a little to herself, that's what the constipated looking man had introduced him as; Doctor Reid. But he'd told her to use his given name when most of their clothes had come off. Using last names at that point was a little awkward. The memories from last night were still mostly blurry, with a few clear moments, but they would come back to her as her groggy mind reasserted itself once the booze left her system.
Meanwhile, she slid cautiously out of the bed, using her agility to not make any unnecessary movements and wake her bed-buddy. As soon as she got both feet on the floor, she turned around to check on her sleeping lover to make sure he was still in Morpheus' gentle arms. His breath was still even and he hadn't moved much since she woke up. Given the all-clear to move again, she tip-toed to the bathroom, and gently closed the door behind her.
After a quick wash in the sink, she used the toilet, washed her hands, and then finger-combed her hair into some sort of order. Her make-up somehow still looked okay, so she snuck back out of the bathroom and stealthily picked up her clothes from all around the room. Once she'd gotten everything she re-dressed and made a beeline for the front door. She'd rather avoid the uncomfortable 'morning after' conversation if at all possible. If she ever met him again, then they could have it, or not. Preferably not.
It wasn't until several streets later when she spied an all-night diner she finally remembered his first name; Spencer. Spencer Reid, that was his name! He'd been nice in an 'I'm bad in social situations but they're making me do this' kind of way. As she thought about it, he reminded her of a male version of Willow, back before she found her confidence a Wicca. Except for the part where he wasn't a computer geek, but rather a walking encyclopedia, or Wikipedia? A Know-It-All, that's what the red-headed idiot in the Harry Potter books had called Hermione.
She shook her head in a futile attempt to clear it of its alcoholic induced cobwebs and nearly walked into a streetlight before using her Slayer reflexes to narrowly avoid it. Oops, she needed to watch where she was going. The little bell above the door wasn't as loud as she expected it to be, so that was a good sign. After ordering a sandwich and some water, it was way too late at night for coffee, she dug around in her pockets for her phone.
The red light flashed angrily at her and she activated it; seven missed calls and three message. Right. Someone had noticed she'd left the party. Scrolling down, she saw that Giles, Willow, and Xander had all called her twice. Dawn had tried once. The text messages were from Wills, Xander, and Faith. The two first were predictable: call them. Faith's only said 'Want. Take. Have.' Guess she'd seen where things were going and decided Spencer was harmless.
After polishing off her food, she bit the bullet and texted all three back, and then she called a cab.
Author: 3am_moonlight
Crossover: BtVS/Criminal Minds
Rating: Het. (Buffy/Reid). Um, mature? Just to be on the safe side.
Word Count: 870.
Timeline: Post-Chosen / Criminal Minds: anytime.
Disclaimer: Both BtVS and CM belongs to someone who definitely isn't yours truly.
Summary: Buffy's string of meetings turn into bumping uglies with a certain geek.
Author's Note: I don't think Reid is the type to have a one-night-stand, but he needs a little loving, too. So he gets Buffy, at least for one night... ;)
Buffy looked over at the sleeping geek beside her and ran her eyes over his youthful features. His hair reached his chin, but at the moment it was partly obscuring his thin face, and his closed lids hid his brown eyes. He looked like the sort of pretty geek you saw on TV when they wanted to make smart people look 'cool' but still make sure the viewers could easily separate the geek from the hero. The sprawled position of his body relayed that he felt comfortable and safe, and Buffy silently wished she was still that innocent. Especially when in such a vulnerable situation and in the company of a near-stranger. Her world just didn't allow for such innocence. Neither should his world, but it looked like he'd retained some of it anyways.
The day had started off normal enough; grocery shopping because she had procrastinated on it to the point she had nothing edible in her temporary apartment and ordering breakfast would just be sad at this point. Later on, after some therapeutic shopping for shoes, she'd had several meetings with some bigwigs because Giles insisted she was a big Slayer now and had to schmooze with the right people. He'd used bigger and much more polite words, but it had been what he'd meant to say. The last meeting had segued into a semi-fancy dinner with alcoholic drinks.
Buffy plus alcohol were clearly still unmixy things, but it didn't seem like she'd done anything too bad. Except for the part where she had obviously ended up in bed with the BAU's resident genius. She carefully lifted up the sheet covering her upper body and peered under it, and, yup, she got an eyeful of her own breasts. A look towards the man beside her revealed an equally bare torso. Needless to say, they'd gotten groin-y last night and her girly parts were still slightly sticky, so it hadn't been that long.
What was his name again? Spruce? Rainy? Reedy? No, that wasn't it. Sebastian? Reece? Reid!. She smiled a little to herself, that's what the constipated looking man had introduced him as; Doctor Reid. But he'd told her to use his given name when most of their clothes had come off. Using last names at that point was a little awkward. The memories from last night were still mostly blurry, with a few clear moments, but they would come back to her as her groggy mind reasserted itself once the booze left her system.
Meanwhile, she slid cautiously out of the bed, using her agility to not make any unnecessary movements and wake her bed-buddy. As soon as she got both feet on the floor, she turned around to check on her sleeping lover to make sure he was still in Morpheus' gentle arms. His breath was still even and he hadn't moved much since she woke up. Given the all-clear to move again, she tip-toed to the bathroom, and gently closed the door behind her.
After a quick wash in the sink, she used the toilet, washed her hands, and then finger-combed her hair into some sort of order. Her make-up somehow still looked okay, so she snuck back out of the bathroom and stealthily picked up her clothes from all around the room. Once she'd gotten everything she re-dressed and made a beeline for the front door. She'd rather avoid the uncomfortable 'morning after' conversation if at all possible. If she ever met him again, then they could have it, or not. Preferably not.
It wasn't until several streets later when she spied an all-night diner she finally remembered his first name; Spencer. Spencer Reid, that was his name! He'd been nice in an 'I'm bad in social situations but they're making me do this' kind of way. As she thought about it, he reminded her of a male version of Willow, back before she found her confidence a Wicca. Except for the part where he wasn't a computer geek, but rather a walking encyclopedia, or Wikipedia? A Know-It-All, that's what the red-headed idiot in the Harry Potter books had called Hermione.
She shook her head in a futile attempt to clear it of its alcoholic induced cobwebs and nearly walked into a streetlight before using her Slayer reflexes to narrowly avoid it. Oops, she needed to watch where she was going. The little bell above the door wasn't as loud as she expected it to be, so that was a good sign. After ordering a sandwich and some water, it was way too late at night for coffee, she dug around in her pockets for her phone.
The red light flashed angrily at her and she activated it; seven missed calls and three message. Right. Someone had noticed she'd left the party. Scrolling down, she saw that Giles, Willow, and Xander had all called her twice. Dawn had tried once. The text messages were from Wills, Xander, and Faith. The two first were predictable: call them. Faith's only said 'Want. Take. Have.' Guess she'd seen where things were going and decided Spencer was harmless.
After polishing off her food, she bit the bullet and texted all three back, and then she called a cab.