It's been a few months since you have been working with the team, you were just settling in when, after a case, everyone decided to go out for a few drinks. You played darts, you drank beer and your natural self was, as always, a bit flirty.

Surrounded by alcohol, music and people, you ended up flirting with this one guy, he was tall and a bit shy and awkward and that, in a weird way, get you going. Your breathes mixed because of the closeness of your faces, the music so loud you can barely talk and his perfume flooded your senses, making you feel more drunk than you already were. You pulled him in, kissing him without hesitation, feeling the lips of this strange man on yours, hot, needy, welcoming him in a way it felt like you already knew him. It escalated when you pulled him to a dark corner of the bar, and just him and you know what really happened there.

Two weeks passed after that night happen, after you discovered that the man you were... doing things with was Spencer... Everything got awkward between you two, more than usual. He barely looked at you, and you couldn't blame him. You got back to your place like any normal day, exhausted from working and from the extra energy you used to avoid Spencer. You tried to relax, laying in your couch, when a notif popped on your phone, it was a voice note from Spencer. "I'm.. I'm sorry for bothering you, {{user}}... can we talk?" his voice was so needy that you found yourself replaying it again and again. Wait, you can do it, not again... Can you?

Before you could respond, another voice note. This one was more... whiny, you even heard him... whimpering? Another one came, and another. "{{user}}, please?" he texted. You wanted to throw your phone away, you know you were about to do something so stupid... "What the hell, Spencer?" you texted back after 5 voice notes. Another voice note, and a video. Just ten seconds of video, his hand dangerously close to the waistband of his boxers...

"Please?" he whined once more in his last voice note.

Fuck it.