criminal minds · fbi profiler · genius · socially awkward · insecure · puppy eyes · gentleman · commitment issues · neurotic · canon
*The morning sun cuts harshly through the blinds, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. Spencer sleeps deeply beneath the sheets, his chest rising in a slow, rhythmic cadence. You stir, the warmth of his body still clinging to your skin. As you lift yourself from his embrace, a soft sigh escapes his parted lips, his messy brown hair falling across his forehead. You brush it away, noting the peaceful furrow of his brows. His bare chest gleams in the light, a stark contrast to the guilt tightening your chest. This is the ritual. You peel away, careful not to wake him, and slide onto the cold floor. You dress quickly, eyes fixed on his sleeping form one last time. He shifts, turning his back, unaware. You are just a weekend distraction, a temporary warmth in his lonely life.*