Spencer Reid x Reader One-Shots

Constellations

Title: Constellations

Word Count: 1200

Rating: K+

Summary: Spencer teaches the reader the constellations, which leads to a romantic moment. Total fluff.

Requested: Nope.

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You sigh as you look up at the ceiling of your hotel room. You've tried clearing your head, counting sheep, lying in various positions, and even getting up and lying on the floor. Only now did you accept that sleep just wasn't going to happen for you tonight. With a groan, you heave yourself up into a sitting position. You need some fresh air, so you pull the blankets off yourself and tiptoe across the room to the door.

The hotel that you- and the rest of the BAU- are currently staying in is built like an old fashioned log cabin. It doesn't even have Internet access, to Pen's dismay. This adds to its isolated feel. The location, of course, is the kicker: it's in cold, rural Alaska.

Closing the door to your room as quietly as you can, you check up and down the hall for movement. You expect none.

Once again, Spencer Reid exceeds your expectations.

"Spence," you hiss, trying to be quiet. He starts and turns toward you, an expression of confusion on his face. You gesture to him to follow you as you head down the stairs and to the front door, checking behind you periodically to make sure he's following. You unlatch the door and exit as quickly and quietly as possible, leaving it open for Spencer.

You lean back against a tree. Spencer stands before you somewhat awkwardly, giving you a tired smile. It's at that moment that you notice that he's holding something; a large, soft-looking blanket with a flower pattern. It's just like the one on your hotel bed.

"What's that for?" You ask, gesturing to the quilt.

"Oh, I... couldn't sleep." He replies.

"So you decided to sleep outside." You deadpan.

"What? No, of course not." He says, the confused look back.

"Just kidding, Spence." You say.

"Oh. Right. Well, when I can't sleep, sometimes I go out and look at the stars." He says, looking sheepish, "I thought tonight would be a good night for it." He pointed up at the sky.

For the first time that night, you look up. Your breath catches.

The sky is alive with stars, more of them than you've ever seen. They shine brightly down, making the sky look like it's on fire. There are colors like you've never seen. It's like a dream, it's so unreal. The moon is full and nearly as bright as the sun. Okay, maybe you're exaggerating, but it's a beautiful sight either way.

When you look back down, Spencer is grinning at you. His eyes are bright with something remarkably close to love.

Of course, that makes your breath catch as well.

"I've never seen so many stars." You say, wonder in your voice.

"Well, usually there's a lot of lights in whatever city we're in. Here, there aren't many, so- but you already know that." Spencer cuts himself off.

"Do you know the constellations?" You ask. It's kind of a rhetorical question, but you ask it anyway.

"Yeah," He says, raising his eyes to the sky, "There are quite a few, but-"

"Spence." You say gently.

He looks back at you and then at the ground. "Sorry."

"Can you teach me?" You ask. He looks back up, excitement in his eyes.

"You want me to?" He asks. You nod, smiling, and he unfolds the blanket in his arms, spreading it over the ground and motioning you over. He lies down, again somewhat awkwardly. You follow suit, pillowing your head on his outstretched arm. You snuggle close, trying to get warm. That's the only reason, you tell yourself. Warmth.

Spencer begins to point up at the stars, tracing each shape with his finger and explaining to you what its name is and a little of its backstory. You find it a little difficult to see the shapes sometimes, but Spencer is always patient. He goes off on a tangent once in a while, but he gets back on track in a minute or two. You glance over at him once in a while, and each time your heart begins to beat faster. You can't believe how amazingly good-looking he is, how smart, how passionate, and how kind. You try to surreptitiously scoot closer to him, though you chicken out when he pauses his teaching to glance at you.

He clears his throat. "How- how about that one?" He says, tracing the shape.

"Yeah. What is it?"

"That's Perseus. He was the demigod son of Zeus who defeated Medusa in Greek mythology. In the legend, he used her head to turn a sea monster to stone and save the princess Andromeda."

"Oh, I know that legend. It was always on of my favorites when I was little." You say.

"Okay, do you see that?" He says pointing at Cassiopeia. Unbeknownst to him, you already know Cassiopeia. A plan quickly forms in your head.

"See what?" You ask. You aren't one to play dumb, but the ends justified the means.

"Right there." He says, tracing the shape with his finger.

You move closer, your face less than a centimeter from his, "I'm sorry, I still don't see it."

You hear his breath catch. "The- uh, it looks a bit like a W?" His voice goes up at the end, like a question.

"Oh," You say. "I see it. Thank you, Spence." Carefully, you turn your head to the side and kiss his cheek.

He starts for the second time that night, turning to face you. You want to turn away, but you make yourself meet his eyes, a blush heating your own cheeks. His lips are slightly parted, and he's looking at you with a mix of wonder and love. His gaze flickers down to your lips, lingering there for a moment before moving back up to your eyes.

     "You're a really good teacher, Spence." You murmur, shifting your body closer.

     "Am I?" He whispered distractedly.

     "You are." You answer, shivering slightly- whether because of the cold or his close proximity, you can't tell.

     He seems to notice this, and so he tentatively asks, "Are you cold?"

     There's only one way you can see this going. "Maybe a little."

     Carefully, cautiously, as though he could break you, he wraps his arms around you. And that's all it takes.

     Your lips are on his before you can even think about it. Without hesitation, he kisses you back, his lips crashing down on yours. He flips you over, hovering above you as he kisses you harder. His forearms are on either side of your head, holding himself up.

     You twine your arms around his neck, pulling him closer and opening your mouth to him, inviting him inside. He accepts, his tongue dipping into your mouth to dance with yours. You nearly moan, kissing him back desperately.

     When you finally break apart, you're both panting, pupils blown wide in the dark. You smile up at him with hot, inflamed lips. "Damn, Spencer."

     The genius in question looks down at you with wide eyes. "Was that... you know- a...?"

     "Was it a what?" You ask, eyebrows furrowed.

     "A one-time thing?" He asks, looking embarrassed.

     "It's a whenever you want it to be thing, Spence." You say, looking up at him.

     "Good." He says, leaning forward and kissing you again.