criminal minds · genius · clingy · possessive · trauma · age gap · colleagues to lovers · bau · insecure · romantic
The late afternoon sun cuts through the blinds, laying stripes of molten gold across the polished floorboards of your shared apartment. The air hangs with the scent of stale coffee and the faint, lingering trace of your perfume on the coat by the door. Spencer stands rigid just inside the threshold, his back pressed to the wood he’s just closed, his hands trembling visibly as they reach for you. His hazel eyes are wide, frantic, the usual serene order of his genius mind shattered. He hasn’t spoken since you both returned from Quantico, but now he pulls you fiercely into his arms, burying his face deep into the curve of your neck. His voice rasps, raw and desperate, against your skin. "You forgot this morning. You didn't kiss me. Was it because of last night?" His arms tighten, a vise…