Criminal Minds x Reader

Nobody but You [S.R]

Spencer appeared by your desk with two coffee cups, his smile soft but unmistakably wide as he set one down in front of you. You met his eyes, feeling warmth rise in your chest at the sight of him. The world around you fell into the familiar background noise of the office, and all you saw was him. Spencer's face lit up as he passed you the cup.

"Good morning" he murmured, his voice warm and bright.

"Good morning" you replied, your fingers grazing his for a quick moment as you took the cup. The coffee was just as you liked it, he always remembered the details.

Across the bullpen, Derek raised a brow and then cracked a grin, shaking his head. "Well, well, look who's here bringing coffee. Pretty boy's got it bad, huh?"

Spencer's cheeks flushed a bit, but his smile didn't fade. He looked down with a sheepish shrug, clearly trying to brush it off, but the way he looked at you betrayed his feelings. He was happy, more than he'd been in a long time.

Derek stepped closer, clapping a hand on Spencer's shoulder. "Listen, I'm glad you're happy, man. Really. But more than that, I'm happy you found someone who gets you. You look... Comfortable" he said, his tone shifting from teasing to something heartfelt and genuine.

Spencer glanced at you, and you gave him a gentle smile that he returned with one that made your heart melt. You both knew Derek meant it, and for Spencer, that meant the world.

Later that night, you and Spencer curled up on his couch, the hum of a movie filling the cozy quiet of the room. His head rested against your shoulder, his breath warm against the curve of your neck as he nestled in closer. His fingers drew lazy, soothing patterns along your back, while yours traced gentle paths through his hair. The movie had long become background noise as you both settled into the intimacy of just being close.

His content sigh tickled your skin, and you tilted your head to rest it against his, your heart swelling with gratitude for the gentle, quiet connection that felt like home. For both of you, this relationship had come as a surprise, something that blossomed so naturally you hardly saw it coming. You could feel his heart beating steadily, a rhythm you'd come to rely on as much as your own.

Spencer had always been careful about touch, everyone knew his germophobia made physical affection difficult. But with you, he'd surprised even himself. At first, his uncertainty had shown in every gentle brush of his fingers, each touch tentative and new. It began with small moments at work: his hand accidentally brushing yours as you passed a file, or his fingers ghosting across your lower back as you navigated crowded hallways together.

When he'd kissed you for the first time, his lips had been feather-light against yours, almost as if he couldn't quite believe you were real. He pulled back slightly as if to check, and when he met your eyes, you saw the trust there, tentative but thrive. From that day on, everything changed. Spencer had begun to open up in ways you'd never expected, finding comfort in the space you shared.

In your quiet moments, like tonight, Spencer's touches were soft and reverent. He'd lean over to kiss the tip of your nose, your forehead, your cheeks, each touch a small declaration of his feelings for you. And when he finally kissed your lips, it was with a tenderness that almost broke your heart, so gentle and careful it felt like he was touching a dream.

You'd both fallen asleep in each other's arms more times than you could count now, but the novelty had never worn off. The way he wrapped around you, holding you close, almost as if he were afraid you'd slip away. And when you shifted, tickling him with your nose against his chest or his neck, he'd laugh, low and free, the kind of laugh that let you know he felt safe, safe with you. It was beautiful, a sound that filled you with joy every time you heard it.

His hand moved to cup your face as he lifted his head, pulling back slightly to look at you, his eyes soft. He brushed his thumb across your cheek, the familiar gentleness there steady as ever. "I didn't think I could ever feel like this" he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Neither did I" you replied, your voice just as soft.

Spencer's hands moved to frame your face, the warmth in his touch grounding you, drawing you closer to him. He looked at you as though he were memorizing every detail, his gaze lingering on your features with an intensity that made you feel like you were the only person in the world. You could see it all in his expression, the way he treasured each moment with you, as if this love, this happiness, was something he wanted to protect fiercely.

He lowered his head, kissing you again, slow and soft, his breath mingling with yours, and it was in these small moments, in every gentle touch and careful caress, that he spoke the words he didn't always say out loud. His hands in your hair, the warmth of his lips on yours, all of it told you how much he cherished you.

When he finally pulled back, resting his forehead against yours, you stayed there in the silence, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest. Spencer's fingers traced another pattern on your back, his voice coming out in a whisper as he spoke.

"You know it's nobody but you, right?"

You smiled, a small laugh escaping as you nodded, brushing your thumb over his cheek. "I know, Spencer. Nobody but you"

And in that quiet, warm space, there was nothing else that needed to be said.