Summary: Reader gives Spencer a little haircut. Cuteness ensues.
A/N: I just thought this was really cute and I loved the scene in 5x22 with Hotch and the team's reactions to Spencer's new do. Also I don't know anything about cutting hair so 🤷🏻♀️
Warnings: None!
Word count: 1k
I couldn't think of a better way to spend a Saturday than sprawled across the living room floor with my nose in a book.
The apartment was cozy, a candle wick was crackling, and the sound of Spencer's annoyed huffs were the only sounds besides turning pages.
I glanced over at Spencer sitting at the desk across the room, concentrating on his book of choice: War and Peace in its original Russian.
Every few seconds, he would blow the hair out of his face, pushing his bottom lip out to create a gust of wind bound upwards. That only being a temporary solution, he would push both hands in his hair, frustrated at the brown whisps tickling his face. For most people, that would be a better solution but given the rate at which he reads, he needed a free hand to turn the page every few seconds. So, he huffed and puffed. Frankly, I was starting to worry he was going blow the very walls of the apartment down.
I turned my eyes back to the book in front of me. "You know, I have some cute clips you can use if you want. They're butterflies."
I could hear his eyes roll as he threw a look in my direction.
"Neon." I said, nonchalantly flipping my page.
"I am not putting butterfly clips in my hair," he chuckled , like it was the most ridiculous thing he'd ever heard.
"Neon butterfly clips, Spence," I reminded him. He smiled and shook his head.
"Oooor, you could let me cut it," I suggested, feigning nonchalance. I held my breath and flipped another page, awaiting his answer.
He mulled it over for a moment and shrugged his shoulders. "Okay."
"Really!?" I squealed, quickly standing to retrieve the tools I'd need before he changed his mind.
"Okay so I'm thinking I'll take a little bit off the top but leave it kind of long but take the sides-"
He threw a concerned glance my way, placing a protective hand on his head.
"Spence, baby, it's gonna be fine. Plus, as long as it's on your head, it's gonna look so handsome!" I said walking past him, crossing the room and entering the bathroom.
I watched his reflection appear behind me as I emptied the contents of my arms onto the bathroom vanity. His eyes do a quick sweep of the supplies spread before me as his brows knit together..
"Sit," I instruct, giving him a gentle but encouraging shove towards the toilet with a grin. "Please."
He plopped down and stared as I straightened the shears, combs, clips, and clippers on the marble counter, plugging and organizing the items.
I grabbed a few towels from the closet behind me and threw one behind him, securing the ends around his neck like a cape.
He watched me thoughtfully, lifting his chin when necessary. I got to work sectioning his hair, clipping the parts and gauging how much to clip and from where. Once I was satisfied with my game plan, I held his face in my hands and gave him a smile. "Alright, let's get started."
He smiled back and sat up straight, adjusting his linen cape around his shoulders.
I hummed as I worked- clipping, snipping, and tilting his head when needed.
He managed to behave himself for the most part, but occasionally his hands would wander along my body as I stood in front of him. His fingertips would ghost across my skin so gently, I'd get goosebumps.
His fingers played with the hem of my shorts, tying the drawstrings below my belly button into a bow then pulling one side to watch it unravel.
"Hey, watch those hands, mister. These scissors are sharp."
"Mmm, sorry. You're cute when you're focused" he hummed, his hands lightly skating over my hips and stomach.
"Quit it!"I laughed, "Or you're gonna have some uneven chunks and a bald spot."
He harrumphed and put on a dramatic pout. I rolled my eyes equally as dramatically on a sigh and stopped clipping, bending down to drop a quick kiss on his lips.
He gave a content hum and let me finish up, ruffling the pieces on top to have a more Spencer-esque slightly disheveled look.
Could I have been done a lot sooner? Yes. Was I enjoying this uninterrupted time with him? Also yes. I think he knew it too, but he also wasn't exactly rushing me. Though he would never admit it, Spencer did enjoy being taken care of every once in a while, and I was always happy to oblige.
I took a step back and crossed my arms over my chest, inspecting my work. Taking his chin in my hand, I tilted his head side to side to get a good look at all the angles. He looked up at me curiously, trying to read my features for any sign of panic. He wouldn't find any though, because I did a bang up job.
I grinned and leaned forward to place my hands on his knees. "So handsome," I said, dropping a kiss on the tip of his nose.
"Check it out!"
I stepped back to let him stand up and face the mirror. He turned his head to both sides and ran a hand through his brown waves.
"It looks good," he said, turning to face me, "and feels good. Thank you, baby." With that, he cupped my face in his hands and planted a brief kiss on my lips before shaking his head and letting the waves I had just perfectly laid fall into their new resting place on the crown of his head.
*****
"Well, how did your haircut go over with the rest of the team?" I asked, bouncing up on my toes to welcome him home with a kiss.
Bringing his satchel up over his head, he scrunched his nose. "Hotch asked me if I joined a boy band."
