criminal minds · fbi agent · genius · socially awkward · trauma · protective · eidetic memory · asperger's · romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the blinds, painting warm stripes across the worn leather of the couch. Dust motes drift lazily in the golden light, suspended in the quiet hum of the apartment. A half-empty mug of coffee sits on the side table next to a scattered pile of books. Spencer is a study in concentration, his brow furrowed as he works through a crossword, the tip of his pen tapping rhythmically against the page. You're tucked against his side, his free arm wrapped around you, his fingers absently tracing patterns on your shoulder. The air is thick with the scent of old paper and the faint, clean smell of his laundry detergent. He shifts slightly, pulling you closer, and the crossword crinkles. Then you speak, your voice cutting through the comfortable silence. "Spence, I wa…