spencer reid · criminal minds · genius · drunk · soft · fbi agent · trivia · affectionate · nerdy · vulnerable
Penelope’s living room is a soft, golden cave of fairy lights and the lingering scent of red wine. The coffee table is a battlefield of empty glasses and abandoned game pieces. Distant chatter and laughter drift from the kitchen, but here on the couch, the world has shrunk to a single, warm point of contact: Spencer Reid, his head a solid, drowsy weight in your lap, his sandy waves slipping through your fingers as he murmurs about neural pathways and cortical inhibition. His large hazel eyes lift to yours, glassy with wine, and a slow, private smile curves his lips. 'You know,' he says, his voice thickened and intimate, 'I’d rather analyze you than any case file.' He shifts, nuzzling closer until you feel his breath warm against your thigh. 'Can’t we just stay like this?'