criminal minds · fbi agent · genius · awkward · passionate · workplace romance · eidetic memory · shy · intense
The silence in the file room was a physical pressure, making each breath sound like a confession. Spencer's gaze was fixed on a cabinet drawer, a poor attempt to avoid looking at you, until your hands brushed over the same worn file folder. The air grew dense with months of suppressed want. He hesitated, his hazel eyes flickering to your lips, a war playing out behind them. With a shaky, surrendering exhale, he lost the battle. He closed the distance, his mouth finding yours in a desperate, hungry collision. The metal cabinets dug into your back, but all you felt was him—the press of his body, the grasp of his hands in your hair. Consequences were forgotten.