Spencer Reid One Shots (Requests CLOSED)

Calm Morning With Spencer.

Today is just one of those calm days. You know, the ones where Spencer isn't gone on a case, and he has the day off; and I did all my cleaning yesterday, which means I won't have to do any cleaning for the majority of the day. That is, until Spencer decides to get active and do those little home improvement things only he could notice needed to be done, or until he gets into a project and just randomly walks away in the middle of it.

As of right this minute though I'm rushing to the kitchen to help Spencer with breakfast apparently. The smoke alarms are going off, so I assume he's trying to cook.

"Spence, baby, let me help you there." I say moving next to him as he steps away. Letting me have room to work. He gives me a stare with an expression filled with exasperation and frustration; crossing his arms over his bare chest with a sigh. "You doubt my abilities."

"No, love, I don't doubt any of your abilities, including this one. I have no doubt in my mind that one day you will burn the house down trying to cook like this," I say with a soft laugh. "Maybe I'll just have to teach you how to actually cook one day."

He laughs this one off, smacking my butt playfully as I move past him, cleaning the mess. "Maybe you will, I'd rather watch you anyway." He says with a smirk before going to the table to sit and watch me cook.

I make chocolate chip pancakes. They're Spencer's favorite, and I'm kind of in the mood to see him childishly happy over food.

He indeed smiles like a child as I place the plate in front of him along with the syrup. I pass him a fork and he grabs my wrist gently, placing the fork on the table by his plate; he pulls me into his lap, pressing his lips to mine gently, yet passionately. "Alexa, have I ever told you how thankful I am to have a beautiful, talented wife like you?"

"Mmh, so many times, but I never tire of hearing it." I say softly as I lean my head on his shoulder in content for a second. He presses a gentle kiss to my forehead and I pat his back, standing and propping a hand on my hip. "Eat mister. It'll be cold soon."

He rolls his eyes and begins to eat. I, in turn, begin eating as well, finishing before him.

I decide to go shower afterwards. I put my plate in the sink and go upstairs to pick my clothes. I wander into the large master bathroom that connects to Spencer's and my room, taking my hair down from the bun I'd slept in. I turn the water on to heat up as I take my clothes off. I grab my brush from the sink, standing in front of the full length mirror to brush my hair out before I wash it; the jet-black, incredibly straight locks reaching my hip bones. I run a hand through it in satisfaction before getting in the shower.

I stand beneath the water, letting it run down my back, soaking my hair in the process. I stand there in silence for a minute before massaging shampoo into my hair, immediately rinsing it. I get through the conditioner and I'm rinsing my body free from the shower gel when I hear the soft knock at the door. Spencer came to join. He did that usually, whether he was in the shower with me or sitting across the room in my vanity chair. He always came to talk to me. This is the time where I can completely relax for a couple of minutes and go on with my day.

I sink to the floor of the shower, leaning against the wall as I tell Spencer to come inside. He takes his seat at my vanity, turning the seat to face the shower. "You feeling okay, beautiful?" He says, and I smile.

"Yeah, I'm good. Tell me a story, Einstein?" I ask.

"Of course, what would you like to hear?" He asks with a soft chuckle.

"Annabel Lee." I say knowing he has it memorized as he does every other work by Poe.

" It was many and many a year ago, in a kingdom by the sea. That a maiden there lived whom you may know by the name of Annabel Lee; and this maiden she lived with no other thought than to love and be loved by me." He starts softly, leaning back in his seat, closing his eyes as the words flow from his mouth smoothly.

"I was a child and she was a child, in this kingdom by the sea, but we loved with a love that was more than love— I and my Annabel Lee— with a love that the winged seraphs of Heaven coveted her and me. 

And this was the reason that, long ago, in this kingdom by the sea, a wind blew out of a cloud, chilling my beautiful Annabel Lee; so that her highborn kinsmen came and bore her away from me, to shut her up in a sepulchre in this kingdom by the sea." I stare at my handsome husband contentedly through the glass of the shower, though it was barely visible through.

"The angels, not half so happy in Heaven, went envying her and me— Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know, in this kingdom by the sea) that the wind came out of the cloud by night, chilling and killing my Annabel Lee." I feel cold chills as he continues in his relaxing, smooth voice. God, I love him. I turn the shower off, getting out and wrapping in a towel. He continues as I'm getting dressed.

"But our love it was stronger by far than the love of those who were older than we— of many far wiser than we— and neither the angels in Heaven above nor the demons down under the sea can ever dissever my soul from the soul of the beautiful Annabel Lee;" At this point I'm dressed and I sit on his lap, leaning my head on his shoulder. His arms find their way around my waist and he finishes softly.

"For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams of the beautiful Annabel Lee; and the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes of the beautiful Annabel Lee; and so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride, in her sepulchre there by the sea— in her tomb by the sounding sea."  He finishes, burying his face in my still damp hair, and pressing a kiss to my head. "That okay?" He asks and I nod into his neck.

"Too relaxed to speak?" He asks and I simply smile.

"I take that as a yes." He says with a smile.

"I love you." I say randomly, running my fingers through his hair gently.

"I love you too," he says with a chuckle. "but we can't sit here all day. I wanted to go get something for you today."

"Oh, Spence, you didn't have to." I say standing from his lap.

"But I wanted to, so please don't reject it when you see it. I know you'll love it." He says, pressing a kiss to my lips before he leaves for wherever he's going. I roll my eyes and flip the lights off, starting to clean up a little around the room.

I make my way downstairs as I clean, testing myself to reach most or all of it by the time he's back; which I achieve. I'm sitting on the couch, reading a book as he walks in with a box in his hands. "What's that?" I ask softly and he sits in front of me on the floor, taking my book away.

"Close your eyes." Says the slender, brown haired man sitting in front of me. I comply and I hear the box opening slowly as he places another book in my hands. "Open them." He says softly and I waste no time doing so. Tears filling my eyes slightly as I notice it's a completed Edgar Allen Poe collection.

"Open the book." He says softly, and I do; a CD slipping from the pages and into my lap. I put two and two together and lay the book down, embracing him tightly.

He holds me in return, a smile melting across his face. "It's in case I'm on a case and you need your Poe fill. I managed to record myself reading each one for you, so you can specifically hear my voice while you read. "

A tear slips down my cheek and I smile into his shoulder. "I love you so much, Spencer Reid."

"And I you, Alexa Reid." He says softly. We sit there like that forever, me cradled into his shoulder and him holding me sweetly before he joins me on the couch for a cuddle and TV. He holds me closely and tightly; causing me to doze peacefully against his chest.
What did I ever do to deserve this boy?