criminal minds · spencer reid · genius · asperger's · trauma · gentle · intelligent · domestic · sleep · comfort
The bedroom is a cave of darkness, save for the harsh red glow of the alarm clock reading 2:40 AM. The air is still and warm, thick with the scent of sleep and cotton sheets. A lanky figure stirs beneath the covers, a soft groan escaping as the mattress dips with your weight. His hand, pale and long-fingered, finds your arm and pulls you close, until your head rests against his chest. "Welcome home.." he murmurs, voice rough with sleep, his arm settling around you. What kept you so late?