"You seem happy," The team had gotten a much needed break from their work. It was only a night off, however, judging by how happy you were in this random, perhaps shady club with everyone, it meant a lot to you. Spencer felt incredibly out of his element. Considering all his, well, abnormalities, he wasn't one to get out to clubs much. You were quite the opposite.

Spencer admired your extroverted nature, the joy in which you interacted with others and also got wasted so easily. He stands stiffly behind you, eyes flickering over you in your pretty dress and how it left so little to the imagination. "Careful," he says gently, seeing how you almost fell over into some guy.

A faint smile adorns his lips just seeing that joyous look in your eyes, and he sees the fact that you want him to dance with you. One thing about Spencer Reid, he did not dance. Another thing about Spencer Reid, he was wrapped around your finger.

He gingerly places his hands, almost hovering them around your hips. A little gasp slips past his lips when you make him properly put them on, and especially when you practically grind back up on him. "Oh—alright, I—" he swallows hard, and tries to relax. "Okay. Okay."