Ineffable - S.REID

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・゜゜・．A WEEK LATER .・゜゜・

"Spence, my family loves you, you know that. Why are you so nervous?" Clara asked as they approached the neighbourhood in which she had grown up, a road which she could easily drive with her eyes closed but found it rather hard to give directions to him.

"I just don't want to accidentally do anything to change that opinion," he shrugged as they stopped at a red light, his hands momentarily relaxing off the steering wheel.

"You couldn't. My family think you're perfect, I think you're perfect," she paused as he turned towards her, attention completely pulled away from the road. He looked at her quizzically, almost appearing as if he could cry. The corners of her lips turnt up as she continued, "You have always and will forever be perfect to me, Spencer Reid."

Out of the corner of her eye, she checked they were still at a red light and traffic was still moving on the other side. It was. She proceeded to take his tie between her fingers, pulling him towards her as she kissed him deeply. She could feel the surprise that raised his brow even in his lips but he soon cupped her face with one hand, running the kiss just as deeply until they were casted in the green the traffic light above. He cleared his throat and quickly went to pull away. Whilst his mind was distracted, he almost failed to move the car altogether. Whilst a person behind them angrily beeped their horn, Clara chuckled under her breath.

A mere five minutes later, they arrived at her family home and just walked in the front door. She relaxed the instant the smell of home wafted through her nostrils and made a b-line for the kitchen, where Nonno's awful cooking singing was bellowing from."Ciao Nonno," she greeted joyfully as she walked through the door, immediately taking in the sight of her Nonno in his tattered apron cooking in the small kitchen.

"Ah Clara!" Nonno grinned and put down his wooden spoon, practically running towards her with his arms extended in want of a hug. Nonno proceeded to wave at Spencer as he hugged his grandchild, not wanting to make him feel uncomfortable in the slightest.

"​​Dov'è Ma?"

"Your Ma's upstairs with one of the babies," he responded as they broke the hug, his attention flying back to the dinner he had been preparing. Spencer and Clara both sat on stools at the breakfast bar of the kitchen, choosing not to sit at the table so she could still talk to him whilst he cooked. As they talked and waited for her Ma to come down, other cousins and various family friends all ran through the kitchen and into the living room whilst giggling in the way that made Clara miss home the most.

When she was sure her Nonno wasn't looking, she leant over the breakfast bar and reached for a pile of pre grated cheese that had caught her eye the second she walked into the room. She took some of the cheese in her fingertips, placed half in Spencer's palm then ate the other half herself. Nonno happened to turn the second that she raised the cheese to her mouth and he soon threatened her with his wooden spoon, scowling jokingly. "I didn't do anything Nonno," she laughed.

"Clara I've grated extra for you to eat since you were three years old and could reach the counter," he chuckled as he always did, gleefully and deeply. The sound always took Clara back to the year when he dressed up as Santa. "Everytime you try to hide it, your face gives it away."

"Damn muscles," she muttered, looking down to the tile beneath her feet in fake annoyance at herself. In doing so, she noticed the rapid boeing of Spencer's leg underneath the table. Subtly and out of everyone's view, she placed her hand on top of his and traced shapes with her fingers on the surface to distract him.

His knee relented its movements just in time for her Ma to come into the kitchen, instantly beaming at the realisation that they had both made it safely. "You look pale Bambina, are you getting enough sun?" Clara's Ma asked as they too hugged tightly.