Coffee and You
Requested: “Could you please put your clothes on? Your parents will be here in an hour.”
It’s no secret that Spencer Reid isn’t a morning person. Between his exhausting work schedule and his erratic personal habits, he often doesn’t get to bed until late at night, and would much prefer to sleep long into the afternoon than get up with the sun. Most days, Y/N is up before him, but she was called in to fill in for another nurse on second shift yesterday, and has been fast asleep after over twelve hours of work. He’s tried everything to get her up, but to no avail.
Reid shuffles into their bedroom and sits down on the mattress beside her. “Sweetheart, it’s almost noon. You’ve got to get up,” he says quietly.
She groans and rolls over, pulling the blankets up past her chin, trying to envelope herself in the softness of the fabric. “I don’t want to.”
“You need to.”
Her eyes open, and she lies there, staring up at him in a half-lidded gaze. “Why? Give me one good reason.”
It’s rare that this stubbornness of hers appears, but when she’s made up her mind in a situation like this, it can be incredibly hard to change it. “Well, for one, I’m here,” he says. “I don’t always get to spend your birthday, of all days, with you, and if you stay in bed all day, we’ll miss it.” He brushes a loose strand of her from her face, letting his hand rest against her cheek. Her skin is warm, her cheeks flushed from being wrapped up in such thick blankets. If only they could have more lazy mornings like this, days in which the only things they had to do were make breakfast and spend time together. Such mornings are few and far between, but he’s come to cherish them.
She turns to face him and says, “If I remember correctly, there are certain birthday traditions that didn’t happen last night.” She places a hand on his thigh, pulls herself up to a sitting position in order to place her lips against his neck. It takes all the willpower he has to pull away from her and stand up.
A look of confusion and hurt flashes across her features. “We can’t,” he says. “Trust me, I’d be more than happy to, but we can’t right now. Have you forgotten your parents are coming by?” It’s been on their calendar for weeks, ever since they called to tell her they wanted to spend some time with her on her birthday. Her mom and dad will be meeting them at the apartment before venturing out into the city.
“I forgot all about that,” she sighs, flopping back down onto the pillow in defeat. He knows she’s tired, and if it were anyone else they would cancel their plans in order to just spend a day relaxing, but it’s been so long since she saw her family.
“I’m going to go start some coffee. Can you please put your clothes on?” The scrubs from her shift are discarded on the floor, and she’s wearing only a tank top and underwear, evidently too exhausted the previous night to change. “Your parents will be here in an hour,” he adds.
In the kitchen, he moves slowly, taking his time with the grounds and the water and the mugs. Perhaps, he thinks, for some people such routines would feel tedious. Not for them. With the unpredictable schedules their lives revolve around, the mundane is often the most relished. And considering his line of work, the demons he chases, the mundane is more than welcome. It’s glorious, just waking up next to her in the morning. Opening his eyes to find the most beautiful woman in the world asleep beside him, a small smile on her face, her breath a soft rhythm.
He would be more than happy to do nothing but lounge in bed with books and conversation, her heart beating against his, the world outside a mere figment of memory, maybe even imagination. No responsibilities other than their promises to each other. What he wouldn’t give for that. A lifetime of struggle makes the simplest things seem all the more precious.
Which is why, when he feels her arms wrap around his waist as he’s pouring the coffee, he can’t help but grin. The mugs are abandoned as Reid spins around to pull her closer to him and kiss her softly. Yes, this is all he needs. Caffeine and her. She wakes him up better than any coffee could possibly do.
Pulling away, he glances at her and shakes his head. “Really?” he laughs. She’s neglected to put on pants, and is instead wearing one of his shawl-collar sweaters over a tank top, as though it’s a dress. It almost reaches to her knees, but is nowhere near long enough to be worn on its own.
She shrugs. “It’s early. And your sweaters are so much more comfortable. They smell like you.” Y/N hops up onto the kitchen counter and grabs a cup of coffee. The way she’s looking at him, sitting there in his sweater, he wants nothing more than to grab her and carry her back to their bedroom.
There’s a knock at the door, startling both of them. She gulps down the coffee and dashes to their room, swearing under her breath. By the time he reaches the door, she runs back out, having donned a pair of leggings. Her hair is thrown up in the loosest of buns.
“Don’t you think they’ll notice that’s my sweater?” he asks, his hand on the lock. Her mom and dad didn’t know they were living together yet, and while they were sweet, they were a bit on the conservative side.
“Shh, they don’t need to know. I’ll tell them that’s the style now. As far as they know, I’m a well-rested, well-organized human being who doesn’t prioritize making out with my boyfriend over getting dressed.”
Reid chuckled. “I have no problem with your priorities.” For a few seconds, he stands there, not yet ready to open the door and let everyone else in to their own private world, this place built just for the two of them. He wans to pause those early hours and inhabit that space just a little bit longer. Y/N, staring up at him as though he were the sunrise itself, her hand in his, a whole day together, just to celebrate the fact she’s here.
Here, with him. Loving him, for some inexplicable reason. Her existence makes his life so much brighter, and before he opens the door, he murmurs, “Happy birthday, dear,” and gives her one last kiss before turning the knob to reveal her parents.