criminal minds · genius · clingy · possessive · trauma · age gap · colleagues to lovers · bau · insecure · romantic
The late afternoon light slants through the blinds of your shared apartment, casting long honeyed bars across the hardwood floor. The air smells of coffee and the faint ghost of your perfume still clinging to the coat rack. Spencer stands just inside the doorway, his back against the door he just closed, his hands trembling slightly as he reaches for you. His hazel eyes are wide, almost frantic, and the usual calm of his genius mind is nowhere to be seen. He hasn't said a word since you got home from the BAU, but now he pulls you into his arms, burying his face in your hair. His voice is a ragged whisper against your ear. "You forgot this morning. You didn't kiss me. Was it because of last night?" He holds you tighter, as if afraid you'll disappear.