When Words Become Superfluous

Drinks and Statistics

"Statistics are used much like a drunk uses a lamppost: for support, not illumination."

-Vin Scully

The day had been filled with unpacking, unpacking, and more unpacking. Everything was finsihed up by around 5:30 which gave Evie and Spencer about an hour and fifteen minutes to get ready. Evelyn stood in Spencer's... or rather her and Spencer's bathroom... and straightened her hair. She decided she wasn't up for going all out and spending time on getting perfect curls, so she flattened out the curls she did already have at the very end of her hair strands. She wasn't sure of what she'd wear tonight to the bar with the team so she just wore her tight tank top and extremely short soft shorts that she only wore when she was alone at home. It was strange thinking of this new place with Spencer as her new home. It wasn't a bad strange, but a really good strange. It was just a concept that she thought was too good to be true.

"Mmmm..." Spencer hummed, coming up behind Evie in the bathroom so that she could see him in the mirror. He put his hands on her hips and pulled himself close to her as gently as possible, watching her do her hair in the mirror. She gave him a small smile before returned her attention to sliding her hair through the prongs of the straightener. Spencer leaned down and nuzzled his face into her neck on the side of her head where she wasn't currently using the straightner. He kissed her shoulder lightly, blowing hot breath down her back. Evie shivered and felt butterflies stir in her stomach. She had been noticing more tension between them lately. Not the bad kind of tension but the attraction kind of tension. The way they held eachother and kissed and were starting to become more comfortable being close to eachother... They began to want eachother more and more. And by want she meant want. Yes, Spencer was still his unsure and shy self around the topic most of the time, but Evie always led him in the physical aspect since she had had a serious relationship before.

Anyway, the way Spencer was kissing her neck ever so lightly with feather touches and warm breaths was driving her insane. She realized her breathing was picking up and the hand holding her straightner was subconciously lowering. All of her attention was now diverted to the way Spencer was lazily pressing his lips over her shoulder, neck, and jawline. Evie surpressed the urge to moan, and rather leaned further back into Spence, letting him take over.

"Spence. How am I going to do my make-up with you distracting me like that?" Evie joked, looking at themselves in the mirror. Reid just groaned into her neck and wrapped his arms protectively around her waist. He ceased his kissing and just laid his head on her shoulder. Evie smiled while watching his eyes close. His breathing continuted to travel down her neck and back, making it hard to concentrate still. She most definitely would take the distraction over not having Spencer there at all, however. She opened her make-up bag on the counter and started trying to apply it without moving enough to disturb Spencer. After a few minutes, she realized that his breathing had slowed.

"Are you sleeping standing up like that?" Evie asked, chuckling slightly. Spencer did feel like a dead weight lying on her back with his head nestled in her shoulder. He hand't opened his eyes since he closed them.

"Horses are able to sleep standing up because a stay apparatus in their legs allows them to relax their muscles and doze without collapsing." Spencer mumbled into her skin. Evie rolled her eyes.

"You aren't a horse, sweetheart."

"Mmm..." he hummed again, staying still against her body. Evie finished up the rest of her make-up and stroked Spencer's hair.

"Why are you so tired?" she asked gently.

"I didn't have coffee today."

"Well I'm sure Morgan will get some drinks in your system. Come on." she said softly as if to a delicate child. She turned and wrapped her arms around Spence, leading him into the bedroom and sitting him on the bed. His eyes still drooped tiredly and he moved sluggishly, not fully awake. Evie kissed his forehead and fiddled with the first button of his shirt.