Puppies & Kittens Don’t Compare
A/N: this one was lots of fun and my whole goal was to make this as cute as possible. I had a lot of liberties with this one due to the lack of detail, so again I put the reader and Spencer in an established relationship. This was a much needed enjoyable fic to write, and I hope it’s a fluffy pick me up for anyone who needs it.
Warnings: none what so ever
Word Count: 1.5k
You sighed contently and snuggled further into the couch, pressing yourself more securely against your boyfriend who’s lap you were currently laying in. You’d met Spencer one afternoon in the bookstore where you worked, and it was undoubtedly the best day of your life.
Your eyes continued scanning the pages of your beat up copy of Pride & Prejudice when you heard the bell above the door chime, signalling a new customer had come in. “Welcome to Classy Classics,” you said, glancing over the top of your novel to see the tall man, with shaggy brown hair and beautiful brown eyes who’d become a regular. He sent a small smile in your direction before walking off in the direction of the science section. He’d usually come in three or four times a month, and he never bought from the same section twice. One time he’d grab a book on Quantum Physics and the next he’d buy a book on Philosophy. You didn’t know much about him considering he’d been coming into the shop for about two months now, other than the fact that he seemed to be shy. A few minutes later, the man approached with a book on biology. You smiled at him and placed your book down on top of your biology homework you had intended to do. “I see we both take an interest in bio,” you said, ringing up the charge. He seemed briefly startled by your statement, before sliding his eyes over to your homework.
“So it would seem,” he replied fishing his wallet out of his messenger bag, “but you appear to have taken a greater interest in something else.”
“What can I say?” you chuckled, running your fingers over your the well-worn cover, “I find Mr. Darcy to be much more intriguing than the study of natural selection and genetics, but that might have something to do with being an English major.”
“You might be right,” he said, handing you his card to pay the $16.00 charge.”
“So, what about you stranger?” you asked, giving the card back, “What’s your excuse for dabbling in the science of life? Biology major?”
“Oh, I’m not a student. This is more fun light reading.”
“This,” you said, incredulously holding up the book, “this is light reading?”
“Yes,” he replied sheepishly scratching the back of his head, “Sometimes I forget that not everyone finds any kind of information as interest as I do.”
“Well to be honest I would give anything to find this interesting enough to focus for an adequate amount of time to figure it out, but I guess that’s what I get for putting off my sciences until last semester of my senior year,” you muttered, leafing through the packet with your fingers silently dreading having to start on it again.
“I could maybe help, I mean if you’d want that but if you don’t I completely get- I’m rambling aren’t I? Well, what I’m trying to say is-”
“If you had the time and would be willing to, I would be so grateful for the help,” you replied, trying not to giggle at his flustered state. “I’m (Y/N),” you said, extending your hand.
“Spencer Reid, and I don’t really-”
“That’s ok, not everyone does. So, you think you can explain the laws of thermodynamics to me?”
“Yes, ok. I can do that. May I?” he asked gesturing to the packet. You smiled as you handed it to him. The two of you spent the next twenty minutes going over the packet and it’s various equations and theories, and you’d never been more grateful for slow days in the shop.
“Well, I can certainly say that the next class won’t be as confusing. Thank you so much,” you gushed, rocking back on your heels.
“It was no problem, kind of fun actually. I’d be more than happy to help you again when I’m in town,” he replied.
“Oh, are you not from around here?”
“No, it’s just that I travel a lot for work. I work for the FBI, behavioral analysis unit.”
“Ah, so you travel around the nation fighting crime?”
“Eh, all in a day’s work, but in all seriousness I would be more than happy to help you again. All you’d have to do is you know, call,” he muttered looking over your head.
“Spencer Reid, is this your subtle way of asking for my number?” you asked smirking at him.
“Um, maybe. Honestly, I’ve been trying to figure out how to start a conversation with you for about a month,” he mumbled, truthfully. You knew you had the biggest grin plastered across your face, but you couldn’t care less. You flipped over his receipt that had been sitting untouched on the printer for the past twenty minutes and scribbled your phone number on the back. “Call me,” you muttered, slipping the receipt in his hand. Spencer chuckled and tucked his hair behind his ear.
“Will do, (Y/N).”
**Back to the present**
To say that the two of you hit it off would be a mass piece of understatement. Seeing him when he came by the shop turned into see him once or twice every two weeks, which turned into seeing him every time he was home from a case. He’d asked you to move in after six months and you obviously had said yes. Now, a year and a half since that fateful day, you were still living together and had never been happier. You looked up at him from your position in his lap and smiled. Whenever he got involved in what he has reading, he looked so adorable it was hard not to stare. “Hey Spence?” you asked poking his cheek to get his attention away from the book that was currently resting on your stomach.
“Hm?” he hummed.
“I want a pet.”
“You want a what?” he asked, sliding his eyes over to yours.
“I want a pet, you know to have someone to come home to when you’re gone,” you replied, folding your arms behind your head and leaning against the arm of a chair. Spencer’s face fell slightly as he closed the book. He knew from watching others that maintaining a long term relationship while working in BAU was extremely difficult. It on relishing in the time he got to spend home with you and communication. Saying you wanted a pet to come home to meant that you were lonely. So if it was a pet you wanted, a pet you would have.
“Alright, sounds like a good idea,” he said, leaning down and kissing your forehead.
“Of course, I want you to be happy and if a pet will make you happy, then I’m on board. Plus did you know that pets can help reduce levels of stress?” you giggled at his ramblings and pulled him down for a kiss.
**Two Weeks Later**
Two days after the conversation about pets, the BAU had been called out on a mass murder case in California. You’d since been to three animal shelters and had finally found the perfect pet to bring home. You’d texted Spencer to tell him you’d picked someone out, but told him he’d have to come home to find out what it was. Needless to sat the anticipation was eating him alive. Presently he was fiddling with his keys to get the apartment door open. What he found on the other side of the door was possibly the most adorable thing he’d ever seen. You were curled up asleep on the couch with a golden retriever snoozing on top of you. The dog wasn’t full sized so he knew it couldn’t be very old. The sound of the door closing caused you to stir. “You’re home!” you said happily shifting, which woke the puppy. “Meet Gyspy,” you said, and she barked happily running over to greet Spencer. He laughed and reached down to pet her head. “She’s a three-year-old rescue from that place out of two. Like her?”
“She’s perfect and quite adorable,” he replied, scratching under her chin.
“More adorable than me?” you teased. Spencer stood up and wrapped his arms around you.
“There is no puppy or kitten that I would find more adorable and beautiful than you,” he replied honestly and kissed you. You smiled against his lips, wondering how in the world you’d gotten so lucky as to have the perfect boyfriend.