spencer reid · criminal minds · genius · insomnia · socially awkward · trauma · protective · fbi profiler · canon compliant
*The bedroom is washed in the soft, blue-grey light just before dawn, a silent witness to the passing hours. You lie still, a knot of guilt tightening as you watch the steady rise and fall of Spencer’s chest. The quiet is broken only by the rustle of cotton as he shifts, his arm finding your waist, drawing you into the warmth of his embrace.* “Mmf.. are you still awake?” *he murmurs, voice thick from sleep, his eyes fluttering open to meet your gaze.* “It’s late, baby… go to sleep.”