A collection of short, fluffy one shots to give you that warm fuzzy feeling! These include smut, fluff, and some very light angst. You can also find my fics on Ao3 and Tumblr, where I usually write.
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Word count: 1.5k
Category: Fluff, almost smut. NSFW
Pairing: Spencer Reid/Reader
CW: Use of the nickname "Bunny"
Summary: Reader is minorly injured and has a pulse oximeter. Spencer wants to see how fast he can get her heart rate to go, so he teases her. ------------
Spencer had walked back into their shared bedroom, watching her chest rise and fall with every long breath she took. He wished they could stay like this forever, watching the love of his life sleep peacefully, safely, without anyone bothering them. But he knew they couldn't, and he had to wake her up to give her the hourly painkillers she had been prescribed after the accident.
It had been a grueling case with an unpredictable unsub who had placed a bomb underneath a car, where his victim was locked inside. He watched her run over to the car, smashing the window to get the woman out. Little did the team know, the window smashing had been just enough pressure to set off the ticking time bomb, waiting to explode. Spencer wasn't exactly sure what had happened, but before he could call out for her to move, there was a deafening crack and he was sent flying backwards, landing on the cold cement. The rest of the night was a blur, but he remembered running into the hospital where she was being held, demanding the nurses to tell him where she was, if she had made it out in time.
It was a miracle really, but somehow she had heard the ticking and shoved the woman out of the car in time, saving both her and the lucky womans life with nothing more than a few bruises and cuts to show for it. The nurse told her she was to stay for the night for observation, the night went by quickly with no complications and she was sent home to her and Spencer's small apartment with a pulse oximeter. It was just to be sure that her heart rate stayed beating at a normal pace. The stressful event could have put a strain on her heart, it was more of a safety precaution than anything.
"Love? Love, you have to wake up, I have your painkillers," The Doctor gently shook her sleeping frame, touching her like she was a delicate glass vase.
"Ugh, I'm up." She groaned, obviously annoyed with being woken up every hour. He slowly pulled the blanket off of her, handing her a glass of water and two small pills.
"Just be quiet and take these, stubborn woman." He muttered, watching as she swallowed the pills, setting the glass of water on their nightstand. He pulled the woven blanket completely off her body.
"Spencer, please don't give me another pat down, I'm fine. I promise, no new bruises or swelling anywhere." She insisted, curling up in a ball and the cold air hit her like a wave.
"It isn't a pat down, and that's not what I'm doing this time. But you have to tell me how you feel." He smirked the tiniest bit, grabbing her hand and making sure the pulse oximeter was still on.
