tell me what to do, Dr. Reid

Fiona pressed her forehead against his, "You drank too much tonight."

Reid laughed softly, "Maybe." He kissed Fiona's lips, whispering like reciting a textbook, "I can feel that alcohol is weakening the internal inhibition of my brain center."

Fiona's fingers slid down his skirt, hooked on a button of his clothes, and said softly, "What does that mean?"

"It means that it may be difficult for me to control some of my behaviors now." Reid replied quickly.

Fiona narrowed her eyes and smiled, "Then don't control it."

Reid hugged her tightly.They kissed each other's lips, rubbed each other's bodies lightly, and their heavy breathing almost drowned out the subtle sound of the friction of the cloth.This time, Reid felt for the buckle of her bra with ease, and it took a few seconds to undo it successfully. Fiona took off her jacket and jacket, and she fell down on the sofa.

One of Reid's legs was kneeling on the sofa, intertwined with hers.He lowered his head and continued to place a wet kiss on her lips, while sinking his waist, rubbing slowly and rhythmically on her body. Fiona pinned the back of his head and let him continue to kiss her neck.

Suddenly, his knee accidentally pressed Fiona's thigh, and she couldn't help but let out a cry of pain.

"Oh, sorry." Reid quickly stood up and said.

With the help of the orange light from the floor lamp in the living room, Fiona stared at Reid's dark brown eyes that seemed a little wet, and his lips that reflected a little bit of saliva.

God, why does he always look so delicious?

"What's wrong?" Reid asked with a slight frown.He sprayed her face quickly with warm breath, mixed with some agave alcohol and Reid's unique smell of laundry detergent.

Fiona suddenly pursed her lips and laughed muffledly, "...you know? I really want to ravage you very hard right now."

Probably due to the effect of alcohol, Reid seemed much more sluggish than usual, he stared at Fiona in bewilderment, "What?"

"That's it." Fiona reached out and inserted her hand into his soft curly hair, ruffling his hair with all her heart, making it a mess like a grass nest.She chuckled and continued her prank until Reid grabbed her by the wrist and pressed her against the cushions of the sofa next to her.

Reid stared at Fiona's face intently, licked his lips lightly, and lowered his head to place a kiss on her collarbone, followed by her shoulder and arm.He rarely took the initiative like this, and Fiona couldn't help letting out a sigh of satisfaction.

When she heard the crisp crashing sound of Reid unbuttoning his belt, her body began to tense up with excitement.Her toes curled up and her body stretched out as far as possible to accept Reid's entry as much as possible.

She gnawed at Reid's shoulders as he sprinted, biting his elastic muscles as if to eat him, and it gave her an inexplicable satisfaction. Reid doesn't seem to feel pain at all.He held his breath and gripped Fiona's arm firmly with one hand, almost pinching her a little.

In the end, he breathed heavily like a drowning person who was suddenly rescued, and pressed weakly on Fiona's body.

He whispered in her ear, breathing on her earlobe, blowing her hair.

"...you bit me just now." He said with a smile, "do you want to eat me?"

Fiona squinted her eyes contentedly, stroked his sweaty back and replied with a smile: "I've already eaten it."

Fiona doesn't even remember when she fell asleep.

Waking up early in the morning, she found herself curled up on the sofa.She realized that a blanket was covering her body, and the warm blanket clearly smelled of Reid's body.She turned over and was surprised to find that Reid was lying on the ground and fell asleep.

Instead of going back to bed to sleep, he made a temporary bed with a quilt next to her.

The blanket on his body had been kicked aside by him.He must have slept badly last night. Fiona draped the blanket over him and stared at him with her chin resting for a moment.He frowned slightly, looking like a child having a nightmare.

Fiona didn't want to wake him up.She knew a way to wake someone up without scaring them, so she gently stroked the back of Reid's hand and whispered his name, "Spencer?"

Reid quickly opened his eyes in a daze.

"Where am I?" was the first thing he asked.

"Uh... Vulcan (Note: from Star Trek)?" Fiona joked.

Reid couldn't help but chuckled.He propped himself up and quickly kissed Fiona on the cheek, "It's better than that. I might be in heaven."

"Don't say bad words." Fiona smiled.

Reid got up from the ground, groaned and clutched his head, "Oh, hell, I feel like I've been hit on the head by a brick right now."

"I said you drank too much last night," Fiona said. "Do you have milk at home? You should drink some warm milk."

"It's in the fridge," Reid said.

"Sit here, I'll do it." Fiona stopped him and said.

She went into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and found that there was almost nothing in it except neatly arranged cartons of milk.

"Oh, God, Spencer, what do you eat every day?" Fiona turned her head and smiled, "Aren't you born with photosynthesis?"

"Oh, of course not. I ordered takeaway." Reid replied a little embarrassed.

"I see." Fiona said.She looked around the entire kitchen that was too clean, and suspected that the kitchen utensils that Reid usually used the most were the microwave ovens that were placed in the most conspicuous position.

She took out a carton of milk and poured it into a cup, heated it for a while and then took it out.

"Sugar?" she asked, turning around.

"No, that's fine." Reid walked behind her and took the glass of milk.He drank all the milk in almost one gulp.

Fiona stared at his squirming Adam's apple, finding something sexy about the way he drank.He put down the milk glass, and there were some milky white marks on his lips.

"Wait a minute...you got it here—" Fiona pointed to her upper lip, "Forget it, I'll help you."

She reached out to help him wipe away the marks.

Reid stared at her without moving.

"You're like my mother," he said suddenly.

Fiona didn't react for a while, "What?"

Reid opened his eyes wide, and immediately realized that something was wrong with what he said.

"That's not what I meant—I meant that you did something similar to what my mother used to do." He stammered, and then cursed himself. "Oh, damn it. I don't know how that sentence came out, I'm such an idiot! That's not what I meant to say—"

Reid will say he is stupid?This is really a strange thing. Fiona couldn't help thinking.

"If you're worried, I can show you the test I took in middle school—I don't have an Oedipus complex, really." Reid was still panicking to explain that careless sentence, "——I don't know I don't know why I would say that."

"Maybe it's like you said—I was the second person to do that to you." Fiona shrugged nonchalantly, "So this reminds you of your mother."

"It should be." Reid frowned slightly, and looked at her cautiously, "So...you're not angry?"

"Of course not." Fiona smiled, "But why did you take that kind of psychological test?"

"It's a long story." Reid sighed, "Remember when I said I sent my mother to a mental hospital?"

"of course I remember."

"I've actually wanted to do that for a long time. But I couldn't make up my mind. From the time my mum kept forgetting what day of the week it was, her condition has been deteriorating...she is very unstable and cries a lot Making a fuss, and even having hallucinations." Reid said in a low voice.

Fiona never heard him say this.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," she said softly. "I can't imagine how that feels. You must be feeling so bad."

"During that time, I was very restless, and my grades also dropped a little." He said with a slight twist of his mouth, "My teacher began to notice that I was abnormal, but I didn't want her to know what happened in my family."

Fiona suspects that his so-called "slip in grades" is just a drop from full marks in all subjects to a full "A".

"So I went to see a psychiatrist," Reid said. "He gave me a series of tests. But it turned out that I have never been dependent on anyone, including my mother." He sighed slightly, " It was then that I suddenly realized that there was only one reason why I didn’t want to send her away—I didn’t want to face the guilt that would be caused by that incident, and I was avoiding my responsibility.”

"Responsibility? But you were still a child at that time."

"Don't forget, I finished high school when I was 12. So I knew I was different from other kids my age." Reid pursed his lips and smiled helplessly.

"So it's amazing that you made that decision," Fiona said.

"Maybe." Reid frowned.

"Know what I was doing when I was a teenager?" Fiona said, raising her eyebrows. "I was like a little devil. I wore smoky makeup, listened to heavy metal rock, was busy hanging out every day, and often Walking the street with a group of brats, sucking paint, cutting classes...Compared to me, you are a little angel."

"Really?" Reid stared at her in shock, "Are you really talking about yourself?"

Fiona suppressed a smile, "Isn't it like that?"

"Uh... No, it's not." Reid searched for the right words in embarrassment, "You don't look like that at all now..."

"Is that kind of bad girl?" Fiona finally couldn't help showing a smile, "It's really not like that, because I just made it all up."

Reid froze for a moment, "What?"

"Actually, I'm not such an interesting girl. I was a nerd when I was young." Fiona sighed and said, "I liked to read mystery novels back then, and I read all the complete works of Agatha that my father bought me." She smiled. "Actually, I wish I was that cool girl."

"You're already good." Reid reminded, "You used to be a cheerleader in middle school, remember?"

"Oh! You're right." Fiona shrugged.She almost forgot that her predecessor was a cheerleader.

Afterwards, they went to the restaurant downstairs to have a simple breakfast.

"By the way, do you have any plans for today?" Reid asked suddenly.He stared expectantly at Fiona, who knew immediately that he might have plans to go somewhere.

"Nothing special, what about you?"

Reid seemed to be waiting for Fiona to say this.He immediately took two tickets out of his coat pocket.

--movie ticket? Fiona guessed.

But she guessed wrong.

"Want to go to Comic Con?" Reid asked.He looked at her with burning eyes, waiting patiently for her answer.

"Uh...comic show?"

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