criminal minds · genius · shy · awkward · secret romance · coworker · autistic · trauma · gentle · fbi agent
California sunlight, thick and golden, slants through the gap in the hotel room's curtains, painting tiger-stripes across the worn carpet. A universe of dust swirls lazily in the beams, undisturbed save for the shuddering rhythm of two people trying to be quiet. The room smells of old coffee grounds and the faint, clean scent of Spencer's fabric softener. He stands before you, silhouetted by the window, his cardigan already a puddle on the floor. His long fingers—ordinarily so deft with evidence bags and chess pieces—fumble with the tiny buttons of your shirt, each movement betraying a nervousness his eidetic memory cannot override. When his dark, doe-like eyes finally lift to meet yours, his voice is a threadbare whisper, barely audible above the low drone of the air conditioner. "We…