Share A Bed
A/N: This is my first Spencer Reid fic on here so please enjoy! Requests are open and so is the tag list! Thanks boos! I would love feedback!
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader
(NOT MY GIF!)
Reid silently hung his scarf on one of the small hooks that decorated the foyer of your small apartment. He slid his shoes on the small, rubber mat placed directly under the scarf. It was early October and the scarf gave the illusion that it was further along in the Autumn season, but Reid had never minded being a little warmer than necessary. He slowly undid the buttons of his cardigan, placing it on the wooden chair placed in the corner. He then made his way down the hall, and to the kitchen.
His satchel still hung at his hip as he slid a mug under the coffee maker. You had purchased it specifically for these nights, when Spencer’s mind would continue to work after the jet had landed, and the building had been locked. He quickly scurried to the table, laying his files and paperwork about in various, logical positions. He then set his satchel down, the leather worn, but matching the cozy feeling of the small room. He took a leap back over to the mug, which was now full, before the brewer could make the alarming noise.
Spencer had the key to your apartment for nights like this. You had only been dating for a short period of time but your heart told you to let him into the more sacred place of your life. Your threshold of knowledge, and comfort held its own charm that Spencer had fallen in love with as he had fallen in love with you. The place gave him as much comfort as you did, even if only a ghost of your form inhabited the air he breathed.
He was now at the table, writing, and reviewing, but not opening into anything new. He had lost is train of thought during the jet ride back and now felt the urge to continue the work he neglected, even though the option to finish it up tomorrow morning was clearly available. But, then again it was technically tomorrow morning.
The coffee wafted into his nostrils, and the small lamp, which was another purchase you had made in his name, was slowly overheating. Spencer yawned, but continued to move along into the papers shuffling around him.
Your footsteps could be heard, but not by the scrawny genius who was far too into his work for the early hour. You had known it was him by the way the lamp light subtly traveled through the hall, down to your door, and the sound of papers was all too familiar. You slid your feet onto your wooden floor and pulled your body down from the mattress that was on a larger post than needed. You quickly, but quietly made your way to the kitchen.
You stood their silently, watching your boyfriend work continuously. His eyebrow twitched a little with every flick of his pen, and his lips pursed between sighs. You smiled.
“Hey there handsome,” you smiled into your words, feeling the rise of your cheeks.
He looked up, only to recognize the form of the woman before him vaguely, for it being a little too late and dim, and then the images flushed into his sight. A smile pulled the corner of his eyes slightly upward, but then concerned filled his orbs.
“Why are you awake?” he asked.
You just let a humorous breath escape before you moved over to his side. You wrapped your arms around his neck, and breathed in the smell of his hair and skin. “Why don’t you come to bed?” you asked. This was a daring question considering he usually slept on the couch, per the newness of your relationships level.
He looked up to meet your gaze, “I was planning on pulling out the-,” he started.
“I meant my bed,” you kissed the top of his crown, “Or I guess our bed now”. Spencer’s body was relaxed, yet a nervous aurora was emitted into the surrounding oxygen that would eventually fill your lungs.
“I mean I have this-,” he started again, but you interrupted once more.
“There’s always more,” this was true, there was no lie to your response. He sighed, set his blue-inked pen down, and then stood. You knew that the only way to get him off that wooden chair was to surprise him with something daring and new.
He followed you into your room, and you slowly closed the door behind you. He quickly changed in your bathroom, and then came back out, you were already in the blankets.
“Are you sure this is, uh,” and for the third time you answered to his incomplete sentence.
Nodding, “Yeah Spence,” and with that he moved, cautiously to the opposite side of the bed. He entered the fortress of linen, and you naturally scooted over, after switching the hardened plastic of the light cord.
You both slowly, and gradually moved towards the center of the mattress, and slowly but surely both of you were lightly snoring into each other.
Sun light from a late afternoon danced across the room through the worn curtains. Both of you, cuddled in the center of your bed, lightly snoring still, with the smell of coffee in the air, and the feel of an Autumn that was not just quite as Autumn as perceived by those walking the streets.
Your bed was warm, and the scarf would continue to hang, as it would not be needed for another few days.