a simple touch [reader x spencer reid]

c h a p t e r t w e l v e

You turned your body to the side, lifting your arm to stretch, only to find the bed empty. Your lips quickly turned into a frown as you didn't see Spencer next to you. The aroma of coffee filling up the apartment made you get up, something about the smell always made you content and happy. 

You found Spencer's white dress shirt on the floor from last night and put it on, leaving the top buttons undone. Walking to the kitchen, ignoring the pain in between your legs; you saw your boyfriend flipping some pancakes, attempting to make breakfast.

He was shirtless, exposing his glorious back muscles. You laughed on the inside as you saw your nail marks on his back. You crept your arms around him, giving him a hug from behind. 

"Morning, baby boy!" you muffled against his rear, tracing his toned stomach with your fingers.

"Good morning, sweet girl." He turned around smiling, gripping your hips tightly, giving you a small peck on the lips.

"It smells good." you said, pointing at the stove. "Do you have creamer?"

"Yeah, in the fridge."

As Spencer cooked breakfast, you poured the creamer into half-way filled cups of coffee. After he was finished, you grabbed everything, setting it on his living room table. 

You sat on the rug, while your boyfriend brought utensils and maple syrup. Surging the sticky syrup onto your pancakes, Spencer sipped onto his coffee. He repeated your actions, as you took your first bite.

"Not bad for someone who doesn't cook." you complimented him, messing with his hair. 

"Thank you." he mumbled, stuffing his food in his mouth. 

Once all your plates were wiped clean, you insisted on doing the dishes, while he cleaned up the coffee table. Rinsing the dirty plates, you placed them into the dishwasher and turned it on. 

Since, you haven't been called for a new case, you lazily walked to his sitting room and flopped on the couch. Spencer threw away the dirty towel in a hamper and cuddled up next to you. You moved your body to the side to make him more comfortable, while you kept your head on his chest. You could sit in this position all day, no need for reading or turning on the television. You enjoyed the quiet and Spencer seemed to like it too. 

You spotted his tv stand and squinted your eyes to the little shelves built into them. You quickly jolted up your head from his body and looked at Spencer. 

"You're a Disney freak!" you yelled in excitement. You may be 24 years of age, but your heart and soul were meant for the childhood cartoon movies. 

"Yes, ever since I was young. Why?" he laughed, raking his fingers through his hair. 

"I love Disney with all my heart!" you responded. "Favorite movie on three."

Three...Two...One.