Not So Innocent ~Spencer Reid~

Chapter 16

Yesterday, you and Spencer spent the whole day lounging around the house. After he'd woken up from his nap, the two of you attempted to make dinner. It was a failed attempt. You ended up ordering take out and watching an old movie Spencer likes.

You've just woken up from the most restful night you've had in a while. Spencer lays beside you, it seems as if he's just waking up as well.

"Good morning," you say with a yawn. He smiles back at you.

He looks a lot better than he did before. More lively. Eye bags less prominent. You're happy it's the weekend, and he doesn't have to go into work. Being alone in his big apartment, unfamiliar city, and your brother's words gnawing at your mind isn't a great feeling. Spencer seems to suppress that feeling. You return his smile, thinking these thoughts in your head.

The two of you stay in your pajamas. You are in shorts and a t shirt while he's in flannel pj pants and a Star Wars shirt. His sleepy look makes you just want to mess up his short-ish hair even more. He really is super attractive. Of course, you had noticed before. How could you not? But there's something different now. Maybe something that you didn't notice before.

You're lying your head on Spencer's lap as he reads to you. You'd picked out a random book and asked him if he would. Something about his voice puts you at ease.

"People can die of pure imagination..." Spencer reads. The emotion in his voice as he reads each work of the book from the 14th century fills your ears. He makes sure to slow down a bit so you can understand what he's saying. Hearing him talk is just pleasant now, and you can't explain why.

He finishes the book not long after he began reading. You sigh, a bit sadden at him stopping. You'd started to almost fall asleep from the soothing sensation of him reading to you. Your eyes are closed as you lay on his lap, but your ears listening all the way.

"You're so pretty," he says, putting the book away and look down at you.

You open your eyes, looking up at him. You smile, not able to stop a blush from creeping in on your cheeks. You've never truly been called pretty, just hot, sexy, feisty. All of those were from gross men you later on got rid of. Spencer seems like he truly means it. Does he actually like you? "Thank you. You're not too shabby yourself."

He smiles. "I want to do something today."

"Like?"

"Maybe we could go to the cafe again and maybe go see a movie? Only if you want, but there's this showing of a film I've loved since I was a kid. It's super weird to other people... but like I said, only if you want."

You sit up. "Of course."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Why not?" Honestly, it doesn't sound completely horrible. You're doing really well at this whole nice thing. You're doing things he likes to help with the plan of making him fall for you. You think it's starting to work.

The two of you get dressed and head out the door. He drives to the cafe. You're wearing his jacket again which is long on you since he's tall. It almost reaches the end of your dress. You decided to dress up a bit today; a black lazy dress that reaches mid thigh, black mostly see through tights, and high top vans.

Spencer's wearing a sweater with dark slim jeans and his famous converse. He only owns like 4 pairs of shoes, 3 of those being converse that he wears all the time. It's kind of cute how he doesn't care about things like fancy shoes or technology.

You guys talk while drinking coffee and eating sandwiches. People come in and out of the cafe, you two staying fairly long because you're caught in conversation. Spencer's talks a bit more about his past. His mother, his ex who didn't end well, and how his father left him. A part of you wants to know about his ex and what happened with that, but you don't ask specifics. You tell a few stories of your parents.

He asks where you went after their death. "A family adopted me and my brother. They were alright, but didn't really have a whole lot to do with us." Lying has become too easy for you.

After you finally decide to leave the place, Spencer takes you to the theaters. You have to park in some business parking lot and walk your way to the theater. He buys the tickets and some candy, then the two of you head into the room.

You can't follow along with the plot very well, but you understand enough. Spencer seems to be enjoying himself to the left of you. Occasionally, he leans over and whispers something about the film or the era to you. You don't particularly care about what he's saying, but you don't mind that he says it.

"Y/n, Y/n," Spencer taps your shoulder. "The movie's over."

"Oh no. I fell asleep. I'm sorry, Spencer."

"It's okay," he smiles a bit. "Although the other people may not have liked your snoring."

"I do not snore!"

"Maybe a little," he smiles, licking his lips.

You punch his shoulder playfully. Spencer and you head outside and start the walk towards his car.

"So was this like a date?"

He clears his throat, not sure what to say for once in his life. "If you... If you want it to be one."

"Yeah," you say with a little smile. "A date."

He grabs your hand and laces his fingers with yours. "A date," he repeats. You swing your arms back and forth and receive a laugh from Spencer.

You get back into his car and head back to his place.

"You know, most of the time I don't let a guy take me home on the first date." You joke.

He laughs nervously. "Just lucky I guess."

1025 words. i kinda liked this??☺️