Spencer Reid | Oneshots

The Perfect Plan ☁️ (G)

Summary: Reader has a question for Spencer, but things don't go according to plan.

Rating: G

Content Warning: Proposal(s)

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I am a person who always has a plan. It's who I am. For as long as I can remember, I have always loved to know every step of the process. That's part of what drew me to Spencer Reid.

Unfortunately, despite our shared love for predictability, his job didn't really lend itself to rigid plans. So, for this particular plan, I reminded myself during each step of the process of all the different ways it could go wrong.

But, despite my best efforts and rather detailed coordination of details, I'd missed one. My plan gave me a timeframe of thirty specific days, and it was the thirtieth day. There was less than one hour remaining before it no longer mattered, and Spencer wasn't home yet.

I had made a mistake. A miscalculation, if you will.

But just as I had resigned myself to the failure, the doorknob turned. With a voice made up of pure panic, my boyfriend burst through the door.

"Hey! If you get your stuff right now, we can still make it!"

At first, I just blinked. After a brief moment of confusion, however, I sprang into action.

"Oh my gosh! Hello!" I yelled back, running over and throwing my arms around him. He let our lips touch for the smallest fraction of a second, then his hands were shoving me away.

"We can kiss more when we get there — we have to go right now!"

I didn't argue any further. The two of us scrambled around our living room and grabbed all the gear we knew we'd need for the excursion we'd been planning for the better part of a year.

It was hard to believe it was happening. My heart was pounding so hard I lost my breath before I'd even worked up a sweat in our sprint to the car. The drive to our destination went by faster than I thought possible, and I realized why adrenaline could be addictive. In that moment, I doubted I'd ever be as excited and nervous as I was that day as we started to unload the telescope and blanket in the clearing.

"I can't believe we made it," I muttered, and although my eyes were scanning the more visible stars, my thoughts were very much on earth.

"I know!" Spencer beamed, "And we have 30 minutes to spare."

I took the first calm moment then, watching the way Spencer readjusted his clothes and brushed his hair from his eyes. Maybe I was just projecting, but something about him seemed equally nervous. I tried not to think about it. There was no room for negative thoughts.

"And you made me wait to kiss you," I drawled, grabbing hold of the collar of his work shirt and pulling him close. "For shame, Doctor."

Spencer kissed me first that time, and I let it last considerably longer than he'd allowed me. It wasn't entirely selfless— it granted me the courage I would need for the rest of the night. But once I got my fill, I pushed him off in a similar manner. We broke apart in laughter filled air, and I barely got out my next order.

"Come on, set up the telescope!"

"Fine," he pouted, "But I still think kissing you is more fun."

I shook out the blanket beside him and tried to convince myself not to sneak too many glances at him in the meantime. It was hard. In the red twilight I could still see the way he would scrunch up his nose and bite his lip as he concentrated. He really was just way too damn cute.