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📀 Ivy by Taylor Swift
It'd been a long day of trying to solve a case with the BAU. The team was gathered around a crackling fire in the makeshift 'lobby' of an Inn in Colorado.
You sat on the couch next to Emily and Penelope, you had your head on Pen's shoulder and she rested her head on top of yours. The three of you cuddled trying to stay warm. The idea of the snow storm on the way through this town was enough to make you shiver.
"We should get some sleep, and start fresh in the morning." Hotch announced as he begun to stand up.
The inn's owner, Cindy, approached with a pot of warm coffee in her hand. "I've got four of the upstairs rooms available."
"Uh, four?" Reid questioned from his chair closest to the fire.
"Come on, it's the best we can do." The sherif started, resting his hand on Rossi's shoulder. "Your team is double the size of my department. I'll see you in the morning."
"Goodnight." Hotch called to the sheriff who dismissed himself.
"Looks like we'll have to double up." Hotch concluded.
Immediately, as if on cue, Morgan waves his arm in Reid's direction and announces, "I'm not sleeping with Reid."
Reid's face contorts into a puzzled look while Garcia reaches behind us and grabs Derek's wrist. "Dibs." She says with a wicked smile. "Emily, you're with me." JJ says linking arms with the sleepy agent next to her.
"Reid can't be that bad." You conclude looking over at Spencer, a blush takes over his cheeks.
You and Spencer had been 'friends' from the minute you became a team member with the BAU. Garcia had sworn up and down Spencer was crushing on you, and though you never admitted it, you were quite fond of the genius too. You couldn't help but think of him in a romantic way from time to time but never acted on it.
"I guess you'll have to find out for yourself." Morgan winks as he and Garcia trail off to their shared room. Hotch and Rossi announced their departure, and the girls leave not too long after that.
Spencer offers to carry your go bag as you try and locate the room, your coat draped over your arm.
"Room three, here we are." You said as you wiggled the key in the rusty knob.
For an older Inn, the room was quite charming. There was a fireplace in the middle of the room, there was a leather couch on the opposite wall that was painted a deep red color with cherry wood accents, there was a television, and you guessed it, a single king sized bed. Spencer and you looked at each other, and awkwardly chuckled. This would happen to you two, of course.
"You can have the bed." You both managed to spit the words out at the same time. This earned even more laughter from the both of you.
"No, really, take the bed." Spencer said setting your bags down on the edge of the bed.
"Spencer, the couch is entirely too small for your tall self." You brought up a great point.
"Okay, I'll take the floor then." He said matter of fact.
"We could always just share the bed." You suggest and Spencer looks to the bed and then back to you. He contemplates the suggestion for a moment before asking, "are you sure? I don't want to make you uncomfortable."
"Spencer, there's no way you could ever make me feel uncomfortable. In fact, there's no one I'd feel safer with, actually." Spencer's cheeks flushed a light pink.
You grabbed your bag of toiletries and started getting settled into the room. Spencer changed into his flannel pajama pants and a t-shirt. He then found himself reading on the couch in front of the fireplace.
As you washed your face clean of any makeup and brushed your teeth, you couldn't help but admire the boy sitting in a hotel room with you. You could get used to this everyday you thought.
You left the bathroom in a fresh set of sleep shorts, a crewneck from college and fuzzy socks.
"Whatcha reading?" You said as you sat down on the couch, Spencer moved his legs so you'd have more room.
"The Inferno," he said closing his book in his lap. He looked up at you, you could tell he was taking in this image of you. He'd probably never seen you like this. Your hair in a messy bun, makeup gone, dressed down in pajamas- you couldn't help but wonder if he was thinking the same thing as you- could he get used to this too?
The air between the two of you was charged. There was a way about how you looked at Spencer, and he looked back at you the made you think about kissing him. Neither of you acted on anything, his eyes darted from you to the window, where he jumped up immediately. "Woah, it's really coming down out there." He said observing the falling snow.
"Yeah it is." You hummed as you watched how excited he got over the snow falling. You casually walked over to the bed, turning down the covers, and jumped inside. It was cold, even with the fireplace.
Spencer turned off the lights in the room, and crawled into the bed. He observed you every inch of the way, and it caused butterflies to stir in your belly. He laid on his side, his cheek rested in his palm as he spoke softly to you.
The two of you spoke about nonsense for hours as you laid in bed. Everything from your theories on the Roswell Crash of 1947 to ancient Egypt to the current unsub in your case. You couldn't stop talking, rephrase that, you didn't want to stop talking.
However, your eyes finally got heavy and Spencer realized he couldn't keep your from sleep any longer. You drifted off quickly as you held the blankets just under your chin, the heat radiating off of Spencer's body. He couldn't help but watch you snore ever so slightly. Whenever a hair would fall in front of your face, he'd tuck it back behind your ear.
Half asleep you finally rolled closer to the agent and rested your head on his warm chest. Spencer smiled as he kissed the top of your head and wrapped his arms around you.
It was then he realized how in love with you he was. Only if he could work up the courage to come out with it.
