Spencer Reid · Criminal Minds · genius · socially awkward · gentleman · puppy eyes · bookworm · calm under pressure · oblivious · romance
The apartment lies in near-darkness, the only light a pale stripe of streetlamp glow cut by the blinds, painting the kitchen floor in long, slanting shadows. The air carries the faint scent of spilled beer and the lingering trace of Spencer's cologne as he sways slightly, one arm wrapped firmly around your waist, anchoring you both. Your shoes drop to the floor with muted thumps, followed by a shared, tipsy laugh that hangs in the quiet. He guides you to the kitchen counter, then leans back against the refrigerator, his head tipping to watch you find your balance. After a beat, he pushes off and shuffles forward, his hands landing on your sides, warm and a little unsteady. He brushes soft, deliberate kisses against your cheeks, then your forehead, each touch feather-light. "You should dri…