Enjoying Your Company //

chapter thirty three

Spencer's POV:

Sunlight leaked through the shades, casting warm luminescent beams through the room. Vanessa was still sleeping, the sheets draped over her artistically. I lay still, admiring the vision resting before me, playing with the strands of her hair. Running my fingers through them, watching the light dance across her skin. I let my hand play, moving my fingertips down her arm. I've never been so happy.

Her cerulean eyes fluttered open, steeling my breath. A smile peeled across my face uttering a low chuckle as I trailed her forehead.

"Hey." She breathed, stretching, scrunching her face sleepily.

"Hi." I whisper back, unable to restrain my wandering eyes. She smiled snuggling into me, lifting her lips to mine, her hand resting gently on my chest. There was a moment of breathlessness during our kiss, sending me flashes of last nights tryst. We shared a grin as I exhaled, chuckling. "How'd you sleep?" She tucked some hair behind her ear, leaning against her elbow, hand to her chin.

"Great," She giggled, gently swirling her fingertips around my chest. Nessa dropped her head attentively. "What about you?" I scoop my arm around her and rolling her onto me, making her giggle blissfully.

"I've never slept so good." I exhale, watching her immaculate smile. Her soft warm skin in mine arousing me. I press my lips into hers, cradled her slim figure as we lost ourselves in each other, again.

•••

Vanessa and I got off the elevator onto the third floor, our hands interwind.

"Is there anything you wanna do this weekend?" She asked turning her head to me. She had simple makeup, minimal eyeliner, soft foundation, and earth toned eyeshadow paired with black mascara. Everything only emphasized her natural magnificence, I don't understand why she wears it. To me, she looked the most devine without anything on.

"Actually, I saw one of the foreign Cinemas in DC I like is playing the new Rainer Werner Fassbender film, I think you'd really enjoy it." She reached over, fixing the neckline of the vest she got for me.

"As long as you promise to whisper translations the whole time." She gave a lustful look. "Should we go Saturday? We can check out the new sushi place down the street." I huff happily.

"Sounds perfect." I say, turning the corner, walking towards the lab. Her cognac velvet skirt matched with a dark turtle neck complimented her bicolored hair and framed face. My phone buzzed, I pulled it from my pocket. Hotch.

"I'll see you later for lunch?" She asked spinning towards me, both hands on my chest.

"Wouldn't miss it for the world." I lean in, kissing her without a second of thought. She took a few backwards steps, and pushed open the doors to the lab. Vanishing.

•••

I walked off the elevator onto the sixth floor, making my way to the round table room.

"Hey, kid." Derek greeted as I took my seat.

"Morning." I said merrily, adjusting myself into the seat, clearing my throat. I felt everyone's eyes fall on me. I look around at them. "What?"

"What happened to you?" Emily cocked her head, the look in her eye shared by each teammate.

"What?" I ask again, pulling out the puppy eyes.

"Somethings, different about you." JJ admired, sitting back in her seat, her arms crossed.

"I don't know what you mean." I crinkle my nose trying to ignore the fact my entire team figured it out so quickly.

"What's different?" Hotch asked, walking in, taking his seat. He looked up from his file, landing on me. I twist my lips a little as Hotch's face relaxed. "He looks the same. Let's get started, Garcia." Everyone sat forward picking up their iPads. Hotch shot me a look, giving a subtle flicker. I thanked him nonchalantly before shifting forward and opening my case file. I could feel the eyes on me throughout the briefing, but I didn't care, I couldn't keep myself from smiling.

Hotch's POV:

I dismissed the team to work on reports for the day. I sat in my office filling out paperwork as the sky drifted into darkness through my windows. I rub my temple, peering out of my office window. Joining my team at the railing.

"There's something going on with him I swear." Garcia murmured, slightly spastic.

"I agree, he's defiantly hiding something." Emily squinted.

"Are we still talking about Reid?" I ask, aside from Dave.

"He's hiding something, something about him is off, it's very off. He's like...perky and cheery... and he's not telling us something." Garcia whisper yelled, making Derek chuckle. She pinched his muscular bicep, crankily.

"Ow, hey!"

"What do you know?!" Morgan sighed, facing her.

"Babygirl, think about it."

"I have been thinking about it, why won't you just tell me!?" She flustered. Just then, Reid collected his things in the bullpen, standing to leave.

"Goodnight guys." He threw his hand up with a little wave, putting on his satchel.

"Night kid." Derek replied, the team gave various goodbyes.

"Isn't it obvious?" I ask, fanning the flames. Watching as him meet with Vanessa at the elevator. The team turned to me with goofy grins. We watched Reid kiss her cheek, and take her hand, just as the doors close. I felt the conversation begin as I head to the round table room. Smiling to myself and Dave, hearing the chatter trail off behind me.