Honesty - Criminal Minds || Spencer Reid Fanfiction

25. Inseparable

"The slipped briskly into an intimacy from which they never recovered." ~ F. Scott Fitzgerald

The Daughter

I awoke with the lightest of touches tickling my right arm. At first I merely twitched before feeling the touch again and frowning, sighing in my sleep before reaching up to rub a hand over my face.

I blinked a few times, frowning at the blinding light pouring inside the room I was in. I sighed emphatically, glancing to the nightstand next to me, my eyes falling on my bra hanging from the lampshade.

The memory of last night came flooding back to me in that moment and I smiled from ear-to-ear, turning around on the bed immediately to face a sleepy - and still naked - Spencer, propped up on his arm watching me with a sleepy smile.

"Good morning." I grinned elatedly.
"Good morning." He echoed, leaning forward and pressing his lips to mine.

He pulled back with a proud smile and I couldn't help but lay there on my back beside him, watching him with fascinated eyes.

Did last night happen?

Was he really mine?

"Yes it did." Spencer's sleepy thick voice told me and I frowned, did he just read my mind?
"How did you know that's what I was thinking?" I asked with a painful tug in my throat.
"Your eyes say it all." He told me matter-of-factly, reaching forward to push my hair from my face, his long fingers tucking it behind my ear.

His fingers then trailed from my ear down my neck to my shoulder, tracing my skin along my left arm before dancing across to my bare stomach, his fingertips flicking at my belly-button piercing.

"You kept that quiet." He said matter-of-factly and I smiled.

"You kept that quiet." I echoed, flicking the shadow of a sick-pack on his torso, turning onto my side to face him properly.

He smirked and blushed slightly and I couldn't help but grin. Even after last night he was still blushing.

The sheets were pulled to cover from our hips down, but that didn't stop us knowing what was beneath there. Last night had been nothing short of a dream.

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom," He said suddenly after a long while of the both of us laying looking into each other's eyes. "Don't move." He said, climbing out of bed and subtly taking the top sheet off the bed, wrapping it around his waist as he walked.

I wolf whistled as he got to the bathroom and he turned to glance over his shoulder at me; his cheeks reddened as he smirked and ducked inside.

I sat up on the bed, holding the sheet to my chest as I glanced out of the window next to the bed. It was a bright morning; sunny as usual, but it was difficult to guess what time it was.

I laid back down and crawled over to Spencer's side of the bed, lying on my side to reach his watch on the floor by the wall, picking it up to see that I'd accidentally broken the strap in my hurry to rip his cardigan and shirt off last night...

I set the watch back down on the nightstand and pulled the sheets up around me, inhaling Spencer's familiar smell from where he'd slept last night.

A few moments later he came back from the bathroom and hopped onto my side of the bed.

"No fair, your side's all cold now." He whimpered, his breath hot on my scapulas.
"Whoops." I smirked, rolling onto my side in order to face him again.

He was smiling at me broadly, that smile I loved so much; the one that lit up his whole entire face and made me believe that there was no such thing as evil in the world because that smile existed.