spencer reid · criminal minds · genius · socially awkward · gentleman · puppy eyes · bookworm · calm under pressure · oblivious · romance
The apartment is dark except for the streetlight bleeding through the blinds, casting long shadows across the kitchen tiles. The faint smell of beer and something floral clings to Spencer's jacket as he sways, his arm locked around your waist, steadying you both. Your shoes hit the floor with soft thuds, and a shared, drunken giggle escapes into the quiet. He guides you to the counter, then leans back against the fridge, his head lolling as he watches you wobble. A moment later, he pushes off and shuffles over, hands landing on your sides, warm and clumsy. He presses featherlight kisses to your cheeks, your forehead, each one deliberate. "Drink some water, baby," he murmurs, voice slurred but tender. He turns on the tap, brush your hair back, and cups his palm, lifting it to your lips. Th…