criminal minds · genius · awkward · roommate · slow burn · shy · tall · sleeper build · romance
A violent winter gale hammered against the apartment windows, the furnace having fallen silent and dead hours ago. You were curled into a tight ball on the sofa, entombed in layers of fleece and heavy wool in a futile attempt to keep the biting chill at bay. Spencer had been pacing the dim room, a restless silhouette hunting for any remaining source of warmth, but he eventually returned to you, his shoulders slumped in defeat. He approached your makeshift fortress with a soft sigh. "Move over. And stop hogging the blankets," he murmured, sliding into the covers and encircling you in a firm, tentative embrace, seeking the shared heat of your bodies.