crush
/krəSH/
noun
a brief but intense infatuation for someone, especially someone unattainable or inappropriate.
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life is full of crush's, why not write about them? everyone has them.
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“SPENCE, BABY, I'Mtired.” You complain as you came out of your shared bedroom. Spencer's been doing paperwork for the past four hours and you just want to cuddle and sleep. Granted, it was two in the morning so your sleepiness is valid.
“I know sweetheart I just... I need to get the done.” He said, giving you a sad and tired look. You sat on the couch beside him, hugging him from the side. He'd been giving work all he had, staying up for days on end for cases, not sleeping until he was either forced, or came back home. Sometimes he would even skip out on meals to get the work done.
“Are you almost done with that paper?” You quizzed, a plan mapping out in your mind.
“With this one yes. But I still-” He spoke begrudgingly before you cut him off.
“Nope! I don't care about any other papers. Once you're done with that one let me know.” You smiled up at him, you getting a sigh and soft smile in return.
It didn't take too long before he turned to you expectingly. “What now?” He said, rubbing his eyes slightly.
You just adjusted yourself to where you were at the other end of the couch, laying down with your legs spread. You patted your chest as to tell him to rest his head there. He looked at you with confusion and love wrapped into one, a look you got often.
He cautiously lowered his body to yours, his head finding the pillow you called boobs. As soon as his head hit your chest he was relaxed, your fingers finding his hair and playing with it only adding to the sensation.
“Sing to me?” He requested softly, pushing his head farther into you. He loved your voice, no matter how much you claimed it was “less than satisfactory,” he always loved listening to you sing. Whether it was a strong set of lyrics in the car being belted, or a soft tune like now, he loved it.
So, you sang, not any song in particular, just whatever soft melody popped into your head. Within minutes he was out cold, and you didn't stop singing until it you looked down and saw his peaceful face, deciding to get some sleep yourself.
