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“Hey there, pretty boy..” You kicked the door shut behind yourself, walking into the apartment. Spencer sat up from the couch.
“Me?”
You couldn't help but giggle, “Well who else, genius?” He smiled at you, and then stood up, walking towards you. He lightly hesitated before sliding his hands onto your hips.
“How was your day?” You took notice of his hands, that's an improvement.
“It was alright. How was your day off?”
“Good, I did some light reading.”
“What do you consider light?”
“The Brothers Karamazov, and Bleak House.”
“Fitting..” You tipped your toes a bit and leaned to kiss him lightly on the lips. The second you pulled back, red bloomed on his cheeks. You smirked, knowing that's because of you. “You wanna read to me tonight?” His eyes lit up.
“I would really enjoy that, actually.” You had him read to you the other night and he seemed to enjoy it quite a bit. “Do you want to pick something?”
“Sure..” After setting your bag down, you approached one of many bookshelves in the flat. “You know, I never read The Scarlet Letter in High School..”
“Me neither, I read it in the third grade..” God he's clueless.
“Let's read that.” You picked it off of the shelf. “You wanna read it now, or should I go set it down.”
“Set it down, we should eat first.” You started towards the bedroom and set it on the nightstand. You heard kitchen noises, peeking out of the room you saw him grabbing a pot. You decided you should change clothes.
“Im gonna change real quick, beware!” You yelled to him. He wasn't a fan of walking in on people, so you always let him know.
“Alright!” You shed your blazer and hung it back up in the closet, then you unbuttoned your top and set it in the hamper. You unclipped your bra, putting it with the shirt. After scrambling through your drawer, you realized you had no clean tees left. It gave you an idea. You rummaged in Spencer's drawer, grabbing a t-shirt from a physics convention and slipped it on, over some shorts.
“Hey is gnocchi okay with you t-” He paused, short circuiting at the sight of you in his clothes.
“Gnocci sounds great, baby. Also, we should do laundry this weekend.. I'm out of shirts.”
“Yeah.. I- I know..” His eyes roamed in awe over your figure, which was mostly hidden by his shirt. He was frozen there, so you took your chance and stepped over to kiss him on the cheek, and then you walked to the couch. Leaving him there. After a complete brain reset, he went back to cooking, humming something. You turned on the TV which almost exclusively played NatGeo at this point. Meerkat Manor was re-running. After 40-ish minutes, the food was done. He started to plate the food.
“Whaddya want to drink?” You grabbed a glass and a cup.
“I’ll have some water, please.” You got his water from the fridge and then poured yourself a glass of wine. He was sitting at the table, waiting to start eating.
“Thanks for dinner.”
“Of course.. I've been meaning to try this recipe, it's a Garlic Chicken Gnocchi.”
“Looks delicious.” You smiled, and it was.
“Is it good?” You took a second fork-full to your mouth.
“No,” his face sank for a moment, “it's delightful, thank you baby.” His eyes lit up and that red crept up on his cheeks again.
“It was my first time making pasta from scratch..”
“No wonder it's so good!” He was practically glowing red. He's not good at handling compliments, especially not from pretty women. Seeing him like that caused a desire to start to build in your chest, it had been about a month.. You noticed something
He was eating, as one does at dinner, then he looked down.
Not at his plate, but down.
His eyes widened and he immediately looked away. You didn't wanna make any assumptions, but did he really just pop a boner from you complimenting his pasta? That's kind of.. perversly.. adorable.. You took a long sip from your wine, old lipstick leaving smudges on the glass. He cleared his throat,
“So uhm- what did you do at work today?”
“I had to date an old document found in a 13th century castle, and do a demonstration for a school field trip.”
“That's neat..” He's so terrible at small talk. You took notice of his free hand sitting beside his plate and slid yours onto it. His eyes darted to your hand and you swear you felt him shiver. You rubbed your thumb over his knuckles, his skin was cold. After a few seconds of dumbfoundedness he took another bite of food.
“I'm excited to read that book later.. what's it about?” He blinked for a few seconds.
“It's uhm- It's about a girl- who's.. uhm a puritan, and she has to wear this big “Letter A” because she committed adultery.” He stammers his half-summary, and finishes his meal. You had finished yours not too long before him. “Let me-” He stood up, hand slipping from yours and put the dishes away in the sink. You walked up behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist. He gasped.
“You alright, Spencer?” Sometimes his reactions seem so nervous that you have to make sure he isn't actually put off.
“I'm good.. Just wasn't expecting that..” He chuckles nervously. He scrubbed the sauce off of his dish with precision. You rested your head on his shoulder. He finished up the dishes and you both walked to your room to read. He laid down grabbing the book from the nightstand and cracking it open. You curled up with him, giving you a good view of the book. He cleared his throat, and in a calm voice read to you. Sixty-three pages later you had fallen asleep in his arms.
“Up to that epoch of my life, I had lived in vain. The world had been so
cheerless! My heart was a habitation large enough for many guests, but lonely
and chill, and-” He looked down and saw your closed eyes. “Oh.” He turned his head like a dog, and set the book down. Most would bookmark, but he could remember his page. Sadly for him, you were a light sleeper. He would let you sleep, but the lights were on and you were on him. He moved as slowly as possible to no avail.
“Spencer..?” You croaked.
“Sorry..”
“What? No baby, it's alright. Go shut off the lights, please.” He stood up and turned the lights off, leaving only the light of the dim lamp on his nightstand, how you liked it. You shimmied into the wraps of your comforter and he changed his clothes. You didn't mind seeing him mostly naked, and he wasn't as bashful under dim light. He trusted you. You watched his back muscles contract and release as he lifted his hands above his head to shed his shirt. He changed into a new one, and left his pants off. He yawned climbing into bed behind you. You turned to him and he wrapped his arms around your waist.
“Thank you for reading to me tonight.”
“It's no problem.” He smiled. “Thank you for listening..” Your hand met his cheek and slid up to the first few strands of hair on his head. You leaned in and pressed your lips to his. He inhaled sharply and pressed his head to yours. His mouth went agape against yours, and you couldn't tell if he meant to do that or not, but you took the opportunity to slide your tongue in. He did the same, pressing his body closer. Finally after a fair minute, you pulled away, red and panting, looking into his heavy-lidded eyes. You could almost see his mind processing each nanomolar of dopamine with how love-drunk he looked.
“Thank you..”
“You want me to do it again?”
“Yes!” And with that you threw yourself onto him again, bodies pressing closer this time, his hand brushing your hair behind your ear. He whimpered into your mouth as you wrapped a hand around the back of his neck.
You felt him start to harden in his pants for the second time that night and he jumped a bit as he felt it hit your leg. He pulled away for a breathy, “Oh god, sorry.”
“It's okay.” The hand on the back of his neck slid up to his hair, pulling a fistful back as you moved down his neck.
“Mmm!!”
“Do you want me to keep going, Spencer?”
“Yes..” Your mouth trailed down his neck until you reached the hem of his tee. He grabbed hold of it so he could discard it and you pulled back. He threw the shirt behind him and you couldn't help but lick your lips at the sight before you. He was a bit toned for his lanky stature and you could see a thin patch of hair trailing up to his belly button. His cheeks and whole chest flushed. You latched back onto his neck and sucked a nice red mark that would grow purple over the next few minutes. You trailed hands up the sides of his shivering torso feeling bumps sprout in your wake.
He fell back onto the bed as you pushed him down, crawling on top of him like he was a prey animal.
“You’re so pretty, Spencer..” Your voice had grown low and sultry.
“Thanks..” He swallowed. You trailed a slow hand down the middle of his chest and he squealed as it went low. You palmed him through his boxers and a wet spot started to form. You teasingly let go and started to shed your shirt. “No.”
“What?!”
“Keep it on, I like my shirt on you.” You leaned in real close,
“Wow, Spencer. Telling me what to do for once.. that's hot..” It was an honest shock for you. He wasn't ever good at being dominant, you were glad he found his voice for a second. Though, it didn't last long once your bottoms came off. He couldn't see much since his shirt covered you, but he knew what it meant. He leaned over and shuffled through the drawer to get a condom. While he was occupied you straddled him, rubbing against him through his clothes.
“Mm-”
“Like this?”
“Yes, yes, thank you.. oh god.” He had always been quite sensitive. Until he met you, he hadn't gotten any action, like ever. Barely even from himself. A moan slipped out of you after you hit a delicious angle. He thrusted up.
“Fuck, Spencer..”
“Sorry..”
“No, no, keep doing that.” He did it again, and again, until he was squirming and mewling. “Are you getting close?"
“Mm-mhm-mm!!” He nodded and his breathing grew erratic. You could see him tipping over the edge and you pressed down very hard. He squealed your name and a wet spot grew on his underwear.
“There you go, baby. Good.. good.” He calmed down, and his breathing slowed. You ran a hand through his hair, nails scratching his scalp nicely.
“Thank you..” His eyes fluttered shut and he leaned into your hand. “I could stay like this forever..”