Note: (Y/N) means your name, (Y/F/N) means your full name, (L/N) means last name
Continuation of Chapter 10: Such a Cliché
I'm taking requests because writer's block is a thing.
It's the morning; barely any sunlight is shining through the hotel curtains, you just woke up so you're still pretty dang tired, and Spencer is directly beside you. You're flustered, your face is warm, and your eyes widen a little.
"Yeah, good morning," you say, slightly panicked. You stretch and make more distance between you two, fake yawning. He finds it kind of entertaining. You glance at the analog clock on the wall, that you can barely see, and notice that it's 5:30 am.
"How the hell is it only 5:30?" you shout, flopping your arms beside yourself from stretching. He nods in agreement.
"It's too early," he grumbles, rubbing his eyes awake. He pushes himself into a sitting position and leans back against the headboard.
"We have a busy day ahead of us, maybe we should start getting ready," he continues.
"Oh hell no!" you snap your head to him and widen your eyes again. "Hotch doesn't need us until 6:30 so I'm staying here!"
You then put your arm over your eyes. He can't help but smile at your determination to stay in bed.
"Alright, alright. Stay in bed. I'm going to use the bathroom first though," he says in an amused tone, standing up slowly to stretch his arms over his head. You sigh but move your arm to watch him stand up, smiling seeing his messy hair. Doctor Spencer Reid; a nice and composed man having messy hair first thing in the morning is an amusing sight. There's something endearing about seeing him in comfy clothes other than his dress shirt and tie...
"Damn it," you mumble to yourself when he closes the bathroom door. You cover your face with your hands and sigh again.
"He wasn't this attractive to me before, why now?" you make sure to whisper. He does end up hearing you muttering something but he can't quite make out what you said, thankfully. Curious, he quickly finishes up and opens the bathroom door.
"Everything alright?" he asks walking back into the room, messing with his hair a bit to make it a bit less messy. You can't keep your eyes off of his medium length hair being ruffled with his hands. He's good at reading people so he obviously sees you stealing glances at him while he messes with his hair; how your eyes linger on him longer than usual. He can't help but smirk.
"Uh, yeah, all good," you respond. You take your eyes off him when he sits down next to you and cough awkwardly.
"You sure?" he asks, raising an eyebrow with a small, airy chuckle. "You look a bit flustered."
"I'm waking up beside a guy, of course I'm a bit flustered."
You dismiss your true thoughts and put your arm over your eyes again. He just chuckles again. He's too good at reading people so he knows that there's something else on your mind.
"Oh, so you're flustered because you're in bed with a guy, huh?" He pauses and looks you over a bit. "You know, the face can be a strong indicator of emotions. Such as signs of a smile, raised eyebrows, or widened eyes. There are some signs of attraction that we can't usually control on a physiological level. For example, an individual experiencing feelings of attraction may experience a rushing of blood to the face, potentially resulting in flushing or blushing."
"Alright, mister smart guy," you say quickly so he would stop talking. His smirk doesn't disappear, it gets a little bigger. You roll over on your side away from him so he doesn't see your reddening face.
"It's just weird not seeing you in your normal attire."
"So you prefer me in a suit and tie. I didn't realize my daily attire was so alluring," he jokes, his tone lighthearted. He leans over slightly, trying to catch a glimpse of your expression.
"That's not it!" you say, quickly rolling over with your hand in the air, hitting his nose accidentally. You gasp loudly and start apologizing a thousand times over as he leans back, wincing and holding his nose.
"It's alright, it's alright," he reassures you, his voice somewhat muffled by his hand. You lean in a bit and raise your hands, hoping to look at his nose to see if it's okay.
Once he moves his hand, you cup his jaw, your thumbs resting on his cheeks, and tilt his head around and back to see if it's bleeding. The contact of your hands on his face has an immediate effect on him. He looks into your eyes, feeling the heat creeping up on his cheeks. The look of concern is evident on your face but you don't seem to realize how close you are.
Your touch, although meant to be medical in nature, has a different effect on him.
"Thank goodness, it's not bleeding," you say with a relieved sigh. You lean back and remove your hands from his face, your fingers slowly trailing along his cheeks as they move. It feels as if your touch lingers for what seems like an eternity to him, even though it's just a brief moment.
"Yeah. Just a little sore, it'll be fine," he responds, trying to act nonchalant but his voice betrays him. You lift an eyebrow at him, a smirk growing on your face.
"Your voice just cracked," you point out, chuckling a little.
"No, it didn't," he protests weakly, trying to convince himself as much as you. He clears his throat in an attempt to make his voice sound normal again.
"Uh, yes, it did," you say with a bigger smile and a teasing laugh. He realizes that trying to deny it is pointless.
"Okay, it did. It's the morning, it happens," he defends himself. You lean towards him a bit with a mischievous smile.
"You know, the face can be a strong indicator of emotions--"
"Okay, that's enough," he cringes and puts his hand out in front of your face and looks away, cutting you off. You laugh with lots of amusement as he chuckles with embarrassment. Your good mood is contagious even though your laugh is at his expense.
"You're enjoying this too much," he says, rolling his eyes but secretly glad to see you in high spirits. He looks at you in the eyes and you look back at him. You're both smiling and gazing at each other....
Damn it.
All of these one shots are going to be the reader as an agent unless there's a request for something different.
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Spencer Reid One Shots
Fanfiction(F/M) Putting yourself in situations with Spencer Reid, our favourite nerd. You can read about helping him, loving him, and just being near him.
