cherry lips | spencer reid x reader

ten

You awoke to Spencer clinging to you as if you would disappear if he let go, and he was still sound asleep. You looked up at him, unsure what to do. You had to pee, and he was not letting go anytime soon. Like before, he looked peaceful while asleep. He never looked peaceful. He looked his age while asleep.

Pulling your head back down onto his chest where it was when you woke up, feeling him stir under you. He blinked slowly before quickly pulling away from you.

"Fuck that's my bad, I'm sorry, Y/N." You laughed. 

"I don't mind, Spence. I just desperately have to use the bathroom so I'll be right back." 

Doing your business quickly and returning to the bedroom, you climbed back into bed with Spencer. You were both laying on your sides facing each other. 

"It's Saturday, we don't technically have to go in." 

"Y/N, do you want us to catch Daniel?" You hummed in response. Truth be told, you wouldn't mind staying at Spencer's house for another few days, but that didn't seem to be the smart thing to say. And, you missed your desk. 

"Of course, Dr. Reid. But, I can't even work the case. So I don't see why we can't just stay in until Garcia ID's him and get's a last name."

"Dr. Y/L/N, I think you may have a point," Spencer smiled. 

"I'm a genius," you winked. He laughed, causing you to do so as well. Once it faded, you spoke again. "I'm sorry I woke you last night." 

"You didn't, I had just woken up around forty minutes prior from my own nightmare..." Your mouth formed a small 'o' and he nodded. "I don't get much sleep anymore."

"Can I... Can I ask why not?"

"That's a long story, but I'll tell you if you tell yours." He smiled softly. "Not that I mean to pressure you, I'd tell you anyways. I trust you, even though it hasn't been long with you on the team." 

"That's kinda funny, because I trust you too."

"Let's chat over some breakfast?" You nodded.

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While eating your pancakes, Spencer ate his. 

"So.. I guess I'll start?" He said, more like asking a question. You shrugged before nodding. 

"Sure, if you want."

"Okay, so a rundown of my life up until this point... when I was twenty-three I was kidnapped by an unsub and drugged. He had three personalities; himself, Tobias, his father, Charles, and another named Raphael. Tobias used hydromorphone, or dilaudid, as his drug of choice on me. I got.. I got addicted to it afterwards..." He paused, taking another bite of food. "I'm okay now, I'm almost twenty-seven years clean... But it was rough. I almost relapsed when I was twenty-seven, when Prentiss faked her death." You raised your eyebrows. 

"Prentiss faked her death?" 

"That's her story to tell, not mine," He let out a soft laugh that filled his dining room. "Anyways, I'm sober. I'm alright. But that's not where my story ends. When I was thirty, I started talking to a woman named Maeve about my headaches over the phone. I... I ended up falling in love with her. She was my doctor, and I loved her. She had this stalker named Diane who ended up.. Diane killed Maeve in front of me the first time we met in person."

"I'm so sorry, Spence. That's awful."

"Rossi helped me move on, and eventually I did. It's still something I have nightmares over. Someone you love dying in front of you. But alas, I continue. My mentor, Gideon, was murdered by an unsub and my mother is a paranoid schizophrenic. I went to prison almost ten years ago  due to a woman named Cat Adams who framed me. I had to stab myself in the leg because of fear of being attacked by the inmates once they found out I was in the FBI. Prison, I think, is probably what traumatized me the most besides Maeve." He let out a long breath. "But, I'm okay now. That's what matters, right?"

He looked so sad behind his smile. 

And that's why you told him everything.