Sunday morning // Spencer Reid
kinda this is my way to say ‘thank you’, hope you’ll enjoy this :)
The sun rays peeked through your window, making you crinkle your nose and trying to move to another spot in your bed so you could get more sleep, but by that time it was already too late. You woke up and it took you a few seconds before you realized you boyfriend Spencer was not there.
You opened your eyes and hissed at the sun rays. This was supposed to be a lazy Sunday, not a wake-up-early-because-of-some-sun-rays Sunday. You were in that state when you could basically sleep for three days straight, yet your eyes won’t close and your inner self screamed at you that it was a happy day and you have to get up and have energy, which is exactly what you hadn’t.
Eventually, you sat up and, after going to the bathroom, you went in the kitchen. Spencer was himself a ray of sunshine, preparing the coffee while singing and dancing. You went to the table and sat on the stool, watching him. He greeted you with a kiss on your forehead, but then you hissed at him as well and he just stood there in front of you, surprised.
“Did you just hiss at me?” he asked.
“Umh..” you growled. “Don’t. Just give me that coffee. I’d kill for it… like, literally.”
He handed your Spongebob coffee cup and started laughing. You looked at him and wondered how on Earth could he be like this at nine o’clock in the morning on a fucking Sunday.
You drank your coffee while making small talk. Spencer was rambling about morning people vs. night owls, which is exactly what you needed right now..
“You know, in an experiment, the researchers studied two populations, a group of 435 adults ages 17 to 38, and a group of 297 older adults, ages 59 to 79. Both groups filled out questionnaires about their emotional state, how healthy they feel and their preferred “time of day.” Turns out that, by age 60, most people are morning types and only about 7 percent of young adults are morning larks, but as the population ages, this switches and in the older years only about 7 percent of the population are still night owls.”
You sat up and grabbed the cups in order to put them in the dishwasher. Spencer sat up as well, followed you and surrounded you with his arms. As you were a little bit more cheery, you turned around and kissed him.
Seconds after, the kiss transformed into a make-out session and so you threw your hands in his hair while he grabbed you by your waist to bring you closer to him. He went a little bit down so he could bite your neck and leave you wet spots.
“I have an idea to wake you up.” he grinned.