The Story That Didn't Want To Be Written | Spencer Reid x Reader

Morning

Waking up was weird.

You've woken up in his arms before, but you've never woken up with him in yours.

Yet there you were, Spencer still asleep in your arms with his head buried in your chest. His breathing was steady and you felt that his arms were still wrapped around you, but he wasn't applying any pressure. He was completely relaxed in this state, so you just laid there and watched him sleep, watching how as the run rose higher, the light from in between your curtains gradually moved closer to his face until it was illuminating the side of his cheek, being so kind as to stay out of his eyes as he continued to sleep.

You could see the digital clock sitting on the nightstand behind Spencer, you internally groaned at the knowledge that you would have to get up for work soon, dreading having to purge him from your arms.

5:46 the red LEDs blinked almost mockingly at you. Your alarm was set to go off every morning at 6, it was a loud unpleasant shrill, as most alarms were, and you thought for a moment before deciding that probably wasn't the best way to wake Spencer up after such an intense night.

You opted to wake him up gently, figuring it would be less jaring considering he seemed to be so relaxed, and also wanting him to be able to spend a few minutes being hugged as you brought him back into reality.

He was surprisingly responsive to physical touch when he wanted to be held, the man in front of you didn't necessarily love touching others- hell, he hates shaking people's hands- but when he was scared you had begun noticing that he liked to have people hugging him.

Derek was usually the only person he hugged, the two were best friends, and you remembered on the plane that as soon as Spencer had recognized Derek, the first thing he had done was reach out his arms a little. It wasn't so much a reach at it was a flinch forward, anyone else may not have noticed, but Derek did. He had taken him in his arms before you could fully recognize the look in his eyes yourself.

Then there was last night, when he wanted to be held after he had started crying, and only felt comfortable confiding in you while you were hugging him in the same position you were in now.

5:49

You signed, the air coming out of your nose so fast you saw it move a piece of hair off Spencer's forehead.

You leaned down gently to kiss his nose, then rubbed your forehead on his, also beginning to move your hands up and down his back, sliding them under his t-shirt so you could skin to skin contact with him. He also liked that, you'd noticed.

You kept slowly rubbing your face against his and your hands on his back until he took a deeper breath in; it wasn't hurried, it was relaxed, letting you know he was starting to come back to you.

You took the opportunity to start speaking, letting him remember where he was before someone touching him freaked him out.

"Good morning sleepy boy" you cooed quietly, your voice smooth even though you had only woken up a few minutes ago yourself.

His head started moving, he rubbed back against your face before rolling his head down and burying it further in your chest, opting to rub it into the fabric of your t-shirt to let you know he was awake and listening to you.

He took a deep breath, pressing his chest against yours as he inhaled. He hugged you back now, letting his fingertips dance across your back under the covers as he applied pressure around you.

5:52

"We have to get up in eight minutes, but if you'd like, we can just stay like this until then?" you suggested, already knowing the answer but feeling your heart flutter nonetheless when you heard him under you murmur into your chest,