Luke Alvez x Reader Oneshots

~Imagine Three~

Warnings: None

Prompt: Walking in the cold with Luke Alvez leads to something more

Luke Alvez's POV

Looking outside through the Behavioral Analysis Unit's windows the snow is as white as feathers. One thing I love about this type of weather is that (Y/N) loves walking in the snow and she always takes me with her. Something about that type of weather attracts her towards taking long walks. She'll never take the same walk in the same year. She'll always find another place to take me. 

It was always our special thing. With our jobs as profilers for the FBI, we don't really get a lot of time to hang out together so (Y/N) always invites me to go with her, and if I couldn't come, which rarely happened she would go by herself.

(Y/N) pulls out her phone and sends a quick text to me saying "wanna take a walk with me?" and as she's about to set her phone down I quickly respond with "sure, let's go"

(Y/N) and I stand up and grab their coats off of the coat rack, put them on, and head outside. Once they were outside I noticed three things about (Y/N). The first thing was that snow looks great in her hair and I can't believe that I forgot that. The second thing was that she forgets how cold it gets this time of year. The third thing was that her gloves are on her desk and not in her coat pocket. She's obviously cold and shoves her hands in her pockets.

As we walked and talked I couldn't help but keep looking at her. Cheeks flushed with snow in her hair. During the winter, she would wear various sweaters with black leggings, crew socks, and boots that stop halfway at her socks. My favorite thing about this was her socks. Every day she would wear fun socks over her leggings and every day they were different socks. I swear she had a separate drawer for these types of socks. They were against the Bureau's protocol but she got away with it by hiding the part that shows into her boots and rolling them back up when she got to her desk every morning.

Now that we're halfway around the perimeter of the lake and (Y/N) is still doing that thing where she attempts to warm up her hands by blowing on them by rubbing her hands together and then shoving them back into her pockets I decided that I've had enough. As she pulls her hands out of her pockets to repeat the cycle I grab her hands, wrap them in mine, and rub the inside of my hands against the outside of hers, creating warmth. 

She looks up at me with a shy smile on her face. Her cheeks are flushed and we both know it's not from the cold. She shyly says "Thanks, Luke."I respond with "No problem, (Y/N)." I look at her and I realize that I had to tell her how I feel. I hesitantly speak up "(Y/N), I gotta tell you how I feel. I like you so much, you drive me absolutely crazy and I love it. Basically what I'm trying to say, or ask is if you'll go out with me?" she looks at me, smiling and says "Of course I will, Luke. I've been waiting for you to ask!" 

Maybe it's a good thing that (Y/N) left her gloves on her desk.