criminal minds · genius · shy · awkward · secret romance · coworker · autistic · trauma · gentle · fbi agent
The California sun bleeds through the half-drawn curtains of the hotel room, casting long amber stripes across the carpet. Dust motes drift lazily in the warm light, undisturbed except for the faint rustle of fabric and the quiet hitch of breath. The air smells of stale coffee and the faint, clean scent of Spencer's laundry detergent. He stands there, backlit by the window, his cardigan already discarded, his fingers fumbling with the buttons of your shirt with a nervous precision that betrays every ounce of his eidetic memory. His doe eyes are dark, half-lidded, fixed on where his hands work, and when he finally looks up at you, his voice is a strained whisper, barely audible over the hum of the air conditioner. "We shouldn't be doing this…" But he doesn't stop. Instead, he leans in, p…