A Collection of Supernatural and Criminal Minds

A Morning Off With Spencer (Criminal Minds)

"Come on, Grace! Your alarm has went off five times already. You're going to be late for work."
I put my hand over my eyes to block out the very annoying light that shown through the window blinds. Opening my eyes, I inched my fingers apart so that I could partially see the brown haired boy hovering over me.
"I must not have turned my alarm off last night. Sorry if it woke you up, love." I moved my hand away from my face and gave him a little smile. I am definitely not a morning person, but when the first thing I get to see is Spencer's face, it's kind of hard not to smile. He's usually gone on a case but today is his day off and I really wanted to spend it with him. If my boss asks, I'm sick. "Are you going to let me up or are we going to stay in bed all day?" I raised my eyebrow and the corners of my lips lifted a little bit more. He kissed my nose and reluctantly got up from the bed. I jumped up and grabbed his hand, lacing our fingers together. We made our way through the hallway to the kitchen. We caught each other's eye and the index finger of our free hands flew up to our noses. "Yes! I get to make breakfast!" I pulled my hand away from his and glided across the floor in my black fuzzy socks, getting the ingredients I would need to make french toast. We kind of have a rule: whoever cooks the food doesn't have to do the dishes. Spencer knows I hate doing the dishes, so he usually lets me win at the whole nose goes thing. Every once in a while he'll win so it doesn't look like he's doing it on purpose, but I already know what he's doing. It's one of those adorably sweet things he does that makes me love him even more.
"Can you hand me the eggs, hon?" I asked Spencer, who was leaning up against the fridge and watching me dry my hands after I washed them. He opened the fridge and handed me the egg carton. "Thanks." I gave him a kiss on the cheek and turned around to get a mixing bowl.
I stood on my tiptoes and grabbed the bag of powdered sugar that was in the cabinet above the stove. I smirked as an idea popped into my head. "Hey, Spencer?" I mumbled so he would have to come closer to hear me. "What?" He took a few steps closer to me and put a hand on my back. I opened the corner of the bag and scooped some of the powdered sugar in my hand. Moving quickly, I threw the sugar and I have to say, the white contrasted nicely with his dark purple sweater. I didn't think he would agree. I ran to the side of the kitchen island that was closest to the entryway of the living room, ready to make an escape. I chanced a look back back at his face. It. Was. Priceless. "Okay. Now you're in trouble!" I squealed and ran through the living room, almost making it to the stairs before he wrapped his arms around my waist and slung me onto the couch. Spencer straddled me so I wouldn't be able to move, bringing his hands to my sides."Are you going to say sorry?" He used that husky voice that made my knees weak." "Never!" I squeaked. "Any last words then?" He spoke gently regardless of the sarcasm practically dripping from his voice.
"To die would be an awfully big adventure?" I grinned. He was not amused. "Anything else?"
I gave him my best puppy dog face. "I love you?" I added, hoping to be let off with a warning. His face softened, but he wasn't letting me go that easily. "Nice try." His fingers began their attack on my sides, making me laugh until I could barely breathe. "I'm sorry!" I gasped out. The tickle torture ceased. He brought his hand up to his ear.
"What was that?" He teased.
"I'm sorry, okay?" We both seemed to notice the position we were in at the same time; my laughter died down and his lips slowly came down from their smile. Was it just me, or was it getting hot in here? The look in his eyes caused a shiver down my spine and a heat in my stomach. He licked his lips and, just like that, I was a goner.
I grabbed a fistful of his sweater, pulling him down until his body was pressed against mine. His lips met mine with such a tenderness, yet with passion, and I melted into him. I curled my fingers into his hair and pulled him even closer. His hands were everywhere all at once, drinking me in like he couldn't get enough. His kiss, his touch, everything about him was overwhelming- in the best way possible.
His lips left mine, and he brought his forehead down to rest against my own. He grinned adorably and I couldn't help but smile back.
"I love you too."