cherry lips | spencer reid x reader

thirteen

a/n : this chapter is very telling as to why the book is named "cherry lips" and i've literally been planning y/n to do this since i started the book. however, i want to thank simpforsoup for helping w/ the idea for how this chapter went !! also, two chapters in one night? who is she?? enjoy!!! 

no content warnings, unless a smooch offends you ;)

A few days later, you were in your apartment again. 

Home sweet home, you thought as you turned on your oil diffuser and curled up on the couch with your favourite book - The Narrative of John Smith. A few minutes into reading and you get a call on your personal cell from an unknown number. Due to recent events, you send it straight to voicemail. When the call comes back with an actual voicemail, you decide there's no harm in listening to it.

"Hey Y/N, it's Reid. I was wondering if you wanted to go to the local art gallery and kinda quote unquote celebrate catching Daniel. No worries if you're busy, give me a call or text back if you'd like to."

You smile softly to yourself. You had come to the terms that you most definitely were falling for Dr. Spencer Reid, and you were most definitely okay with that. You didn't know if you were going to tell him, though, so you kept it to yourself for the time being - with the exception of the fact Garcia knew you found him somewhat attractive, she didn't know you were actually attracted to him. And, for now, you decided to keep it that way. 

You quickly called him back, him answering almost immediately. 

"Hey! Sorry I missed your call, I didn't have your number saved. I'd love to go to the art gallery with you, when were you thinking?" 

"Today? Say, four? We can get dinner after, if you'd like." 

"Sounds perfect, Doc. Is it a more casual gallery or a fancy one?"

"I say somewhere in between, not too casual but not one of Rossi's dinner parties either." You smiled, not wanting to correct him on the fact you had never been to one of Rossi's dinner parties yet.

"Got it, I'll see you in," you checked the clock. "Three hours?" 

"I'll come pick you up at fifteen till, m'lady." You laughed, and you could've sworn you could tell he was grinning through the phone. 

"Bye, Doc." You hung up, then shot off the couch. Three forty-five meant you had just under two and a half hours to do everything you needed to do. 

Makeup, hair, shower, pick out an outfit.

Not too many things, until you added in the part of doing those things that turned into overthinking them until you wanted to rip your hair out. 

Turning on the water in the shower to the perfect temperature, you stepped in and made quick work of washing your hair and body before stepping out. Wrapping a towel around yourself, you grabbed your blow-dryer and sat down on the plush carpet of your bedroom, trying to do so as quick as possible. 

Once that was complete, you decided on loose beach waves and simple, natural makeup. Your skin was fairly clear, so foundation wasn't something you wore day to day anyways, but you had to have something to cover the bags under your eyes. So concealer it was, followed by a thin wing of eyeliner, mascara, and a cherry-flavoured, pink-tinted lip balm. That was your favourite of your day-to-day. If you weren't rocking lipstick, you had on this lip balm. 

You walked into your closet after finishing your hair and makeup, trying to decide on a dress to wear. You didn't want to be overdressed, or underdressed for that matter, so you settled on a mock-neck, dark purple and black houndstooth dress.

Purple is Spencer's favourite color, your subconscious thought. 

Shut up, Y/N. Finish getting ready.

You settled on dark purple converse, not being able to give up comfort just for looks. Spencer was bound to be wearing converse as well, so you didn't think too much of it.

Surely enough, by the time you finished getting ready and overthinking just about everything you could about your look, you heard a knock on the door at three forty-five sharp. 

You grabbed your purse, tossing your keys and phone inside, before opening the door.

"Y/N, hi, you look..." Spencer paused, taking you in. "Very pretty tonight."

You blushed, taking in Spencer's outfit - jeans with a lavender button up shirt, the top three buttons undone, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. And, of course, matching converse.

"You don't look too bad yourself, Spence." He blushed in response, before extending his hand out to you. You took it happily. 

"Let's head out, shall we?"

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Throughout the whole car ride, Spencer kept his hand intertwined with yours. The butterflies in your stomach were huge, to say the least. You were nervous. It wasn't a date, but it felt like one.

Arriving at the gallery, Spencer rushed out of the car and opened your door for you, offering his hand as you got out. Taking it, he intertwined your fingers once more and excitedly lead you to the gallery door.

The entire time, he rambled off facts about the different artists, and you could tell it was out of nerves. You were nervous, too, but you only knew stuff about crime cases, not world-famous artists. 

"Are you hungry?" He asked after you had exited the gallery. You nodded, and he escorted you to the car. 

"I know the perfect place," he smiled. 

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"Okay, here we are!" 

You guys were at a park, with a deli across the street from it. 

"Okay, so, I figured we could get food from the deli, and then have a picnic? If you wanted? I have a blanket I brought." You grinned back at him.

"That sounds amazing, Doc." He returned the smile as you headed into the deli to get your sandwiches. 

Once the blanket was laid out, you both took your seats next to each other, somewhat angled towards each other. You were listing random facts about crime again, something Spencer had come to realise you did when nervous. 

Soon enough, the sun had set after you had been laying for hours after finishing your food, sharing facts back and forth. 

"Y/N?" He asked softly. 

"Hmm?"

"I- uh, Can I kiss you?" He mumbled, sitting up on his elbows. You flushed crimson at his words before sitting up. He followed suit, and you turned to him, nodding.

"Yes, you can, Spence."

You both leaned in, lips coming together softly. It felt like fireworks were going off through every nerve in your body. He cupped your face with hand, resting his other on your leg. 

The kiss was over quickly, yet you still felt tingles on your lips. 

"I've wanted to do that for a few days now," He said, cheeks bright red. 

"So have I."