Infiltration - Spencer Reid x Reader

Chapter Twenty-Eight

The incessant beeping of your phone alarm jolted you awake and you groggily shut it off and got out of bed, making your way to the shower before you could change your mind. You eyes trailed over Spencer's exposed chest, the covers barely pulled up high enough to graze his hips. You ogled him once more before turning the water on and running a brush through your hair so it wouldn't be impossible to wash and dry.

You silently shut the bathroom door and unlocked your phone as the water warmed up, deciding that some music would do your nervous jitters good. You were a seasoned agent at the FBI, but something was undeniably different about going back this time after everything you had been through recently. You immediately found your favorite playlist, composed entirely of soul music. You were raised by parents with an astounding love for soul, and it was the genre that made you the happiest.

With a tap of your finger, Otis Redding competed with the running water for precedence in the enclosed space. It was loud enough to drown your thoughts without interrupting Spencer's slumber, and you reminded yourself to refrain from singing too loudly. So, you sang the lyrics softly.

"Honey, I saw you there last night...Another man's arms hooolding you tight....Nobody knows what I feel iiiinsiiide...All I know, I walked away and criiied.....Oh, I've got dreams, dreaaaams to remember..." You let your voice lilt and play with the lyrics. You weren't headed to a recording studio any time soon, but you loved to give emotional renditions of your favorite songs. You always had, and the home videos your parents had were sufficient evidence.

You couldn't help but sway as you rinsed the conditioner out of your hair and stepped out of the shower. Each song seemed to pull you in to your own world even deeper and you did a double take at the smiling reflection of yourself you caught in the mirror. With a towel wrapped around you snugly and the steam dissipating, you set about to put some make up on. Your hair was piled atop your head in a towel and you went through your ten minute make up routine that had been so familiar to you before going undercover. You missed waking up to the sounds of D.C. and heading into the office every morning.

Right as you zipped up your make up bag and let your hair down, the bathroom door creaked. You spun around to face a sleepy eyed Spencer.

"7 AM looks good on you." You teased with a coy smile.

Spencer smiled at you affectionately. "Too bad it's only 6:30..." he groaned, and you couldn't help yourself from another longing gaze. The tight boxer briefs he had on didn't leave much room to hide his morning arousal.

Spencer stood silent for a few moments, listening to the song that was playing. You turned it up a bit now that you didn't have to worry about waking him up.

"Do you like Soul music?" You asked with arched eyebrows.

"I haven't listened to it a lot, but I loved hearing you sing it..." He trailed off with a playful grin.

You blushed. "You heard me singing?! I thought I was being quiet."

"I'm a light sleeper," Spencer shrugged, "And I didn't mind. It was a good way to wake up."

"In that case..." You began singing once more, snatching your hairbrush off the countertop and using it as a mock microphone.

"When a man loveeees a woman, down deep in his soul..." You swayed dramatically and walked over to Spencer, draping your arms around his neck and pretending to slow dance with him.

He watched you as if he had never seen a person dance and sing before, shaking his head in disbelief. You laughed into his shoulder before pulling back and looking at him with a sweet smile. He leaned down and kissed you lovingly, and before you knew it, your towel had fallen to the floor and you found yourselves back in the same bed you had gotten out of half an hour earlier.