Smut~
"Spencer?" Dragging the thick comforter farther up my chest, I peer into the deep darkness that appeared to envelop the entirety of the room.
There was no response, aside from the echoes that traveled from the busy streets outside. Still, I waited for a beat more, sitting up a bit higher and calling out once again. "Spence, you there?"
This time there was a reply. The small thump of an object hitting the ground along with the timid voice of my boyfriend. "Hello, sorry. Yes, yeah, I'm out here."
Grinning, I couldn't help the light hum that seemed to settled over my skin at his return. Maybe it was the fact that it had been almost three weeks since I had last seen him, the longest we'd gone without each other. Or simply the genuine excitement I felt at the prospect of being back within the comfort of his arms, my new favorite place, whatever the reason caused my breath to catch in the confines of my throat as I watched the door to his bedroom twist.
"Hi," he breathed giving me that heart-stopping smile of his. The light of the hallway leaked in behind him, and even with the slight burn of my eyes at the exposure I couldn't help but stare as he looked so angelic.
"Hey," I whispered, mirroring his smile.
For a moment, he simply stood in the doorway watching me. Not that I minded, grateful for the chance to stare back. Logically, I knew he hadn't changed in the small (but difficult) time he'd been away. Still, he looked different in my eyes. Had he always been that breathtaking?
Another beat passed before he nods, dropping his satchel, and walking further into the room.
"Thank you for being here," he murmured eyes trained solely on my even as he pulled the blue sweater vest he'd been wearing over his head.
I nodded, still frozen to my spot in his bed. "Of course."
In the six months, we'd been dating, Spencer and I had established a system. I would be the last thing he saw when he departed and the first thing he laid eyes on when he arrived home. The former was sometimes more difficult to keep up than other times, often meaning I would have to make the drive to his headquarters of video call him as he mounted the jet. The latter though was always my favorite part. Hed text me as soon as they'd finished a case and I would swiftly make my way to his apartment. No matter what, I would always be here when he got home. Even on days like today when that meant going to sleep alone in his bed, it was worth it to wake up to him.
"How was your day?" He questioned, now removing his slacks. The movement proved to be a bit difficult though, as he stumbles and fell to the ground.
"Good," I spoke through giggles, "You okay down there?"
Peeking over the edge of the mattress he smiled, a light blush painting his cheeks. Deciding to finish the hazardous task from the floor, he nodded before standing. With all unnecessary clothing was removed, I pulled back the blankets on his side of the bed (the left side because it was closest to the door and therefore he would be better equipped to protect me from intruders).
"How was your day?" I returned once he had settled. A brief emotion flashed through his eyes, just barely recognizable in the small light bleeding in through the doorway. Bringing my hand up to cup his cheek, I returned his fallen gaze to mine. "Do you want to talk about it now or later?"
He took a moment to ponder, know I wouldn't just let him move on without airing out those harmful emotions.
"No," he spoke softly. "Can I just be with you for right now?"
I smiled, feeling my stomach flutter at that confession. Me, that's who he chooses to comfort him on the hard days. Who he wants to hold and shield him from the world and all its damage. "Of course, baby."
