Inside A Lover's Mind (Criminal Minds Fanfic)

Started With A Whisper

Spencer pulled over to the side of the road as my head hung low. I didn't want to look him in those chocolate brown eyes, I wouldn't be able to stay confident. Spencer whipped out his phone, swiftly dialling some numbers.

"Morgan? It's Spencer. My car is running low on gas, so Jessica and I will be slightly late. Tell Hotch we're sorry," he lied.

He hung up the phone, turning to me.

"You lied, for me?" I asked quietly.

Spencer slid his hand over mine.

"I'd do anything for you," he smiled.

I blushed, turning away. He brushed his fingers over each one of my knuckles.

"S-Spencer," I stammered.

"Shhh," he whispered, pressing a finger to my lips.

My eyes fluttered closed, not really sure what to do. I heard him un-buckle his seatbelt, shifting his weight so his body was facing me. He pressed down on my seatbelt buckle, causing my seatbelt to fall off my shoulder. My eyes stayed close, I couldn't look at his eyes. I'd be putty in his hands. He pressed his lips to my neck, causing my breath to get caught in my throat. My hands went up to his brown hair, running their fingers through it without thinking. He chuckled against my collarbone.

"How are your oxytocin levels?" he smirked, causing my face to redden.

"All over the place," I admitted.

He pressed his lips to my jawline, causing me to moan a bit. Finally pressed his lips to mine. I bit his bottom lip, pulling it towards me.

"Jess," he moaned.

I pressed my lips to his, once again. He smiled into the kiss. His phone started to ring, causing us both to cuss under our breath.

"Hello? Yeah, just filled it up. On our way," he lied again.

He hung up the phone, quickly pressing his lips to mine again.

"Ugh, I don't want to go to work really more," I whined, crossing my arms like a four year old.

He laughed.

"Are we still on for dinner tonight?" Spencer asked, taking my hand in his.

I nodded, causing a smile to form on his face.

"Great. I would say Chinese, but we had that last night..." he trailed off.

"It doesn't have to be special," I sighed as the engine roared alive.

He pulled onto the road again, driving on a road that still wasn't used to.

"I'll cook for you," he smiled. My eyes widened and he snickered.

"You don't think I can cook?!" he exclaimed, raising his eyebrows in disbelief. "No!" I laughed, causing him to chuckle.

"I'll prove it. My place after work," he said cheekily.

"Okay," I smiled, running my fingers through his hair.

"I love when you do that," he admitted.

"I love when you kiss me," I winked as he pulled into his parking spot.

"Oh really?" he asked.

I nodded, biting my lip. He chuckled as I grabbed his tie, pulling him towards my body. I pressed my lips to his, his hands cupping my face. We pulled away and pressed our foreheads together.

"Before, you said you thought you loved me," Spencer said quietly, connecting his eyes with mine.

I nodded.

"Well, I think I love you too, Jessica," he whispered.

I pressed my lips to his again,  

And I could feel him smiling.