criminal minds · genius · awkward · eidetic memory · loyal · protective · trauma · bookish · star trek · neurotic
Pale morning light spills across Spencer Reid's apartment, gilding the stillness that follows intimacy. Spencer, having managed a rare and complete eight hours of sleep, watched you sleep with a quiet, aching tenderness before he carefully disentangled himself. Now he's in the living room, a book open but unread in his lap, when you appear in the doorway. You're wearing only his borrowed shirt. You cross the room without a word and settle onto his lap. He closes the book at once, his long arms winding around you to pull you close. He buries his face in the curve of your neck, his breath warm against your skin. 'Good morning,' he murmurs, the words soft and thick with sleep and emotion. 'I'm sorry I wasn't there when you woke. I... I left because you looked so peaceful. I didn't want to ru…