(With Season 1 Spencer)
You stood just beside Reid, sat in his chair studying the case files before him. There was a file in your hand too, but you'd spent far too many seconds staring at the boy in front of you to even remember what it was about. He looked so good, the thought infected you, your eyes couldn't leave him.
His hair always seemed to stay perfectly behind his ear, you wanted to run your hands through it and mess it up as much as you could. He was always so nervous and quiet, you couldn't help but wonder how he'd react if you made a move on him. Your eyes drifted down to his nose, it was far too cute- Derek was right to call him pretty boy, his face was so undeniably gorgeous.
His brow was furrowed currently, trying to find some kind of pattern in the events he had missed, his lips were pouted- God, did he know he looked so kissable?
"Spencer?" You called out, the misty look in your eye barely changing- you barely registered his small sound of recognition before he turned to you.
You didn't call him Spencer, was his first thought, so he looked up to you with a near identical confused expression to what he used looking at the files. Your head was cocked to the side as you looked at him and he noticed the file in your hand was held loosely.
Without saying a word, overcome with the need to touch him, you moved both of your hands to the sides of his cheeks and pulled him into a kiss. You brought your body down closer to his level, keeping his head tilted up slightly, letting your lips pull him in once and then a second time.
The kiss was just brief, but you indulged yourself in the softness of him, the taste of his saliva running across your lips before you broke away. You separated your hands from him the same second your lips did, moving your body back to where you had stood the seconds before.
You let your eyes roam his face again, finding an expression mixed with confusion and awe- mainly awe. His lips remained parted and you could see the shine on his lips, but his eyes were blown wide as he looked up at you, those same puppy dog eyes you loved to look at.
He went to say something, he couldn't. In the so many things that could happen as he tried to decipher a new case, a kiss from his co-worker was probably the last thing he expected- literally. People didn't kiss him, it was just a fact of his life. He'd gotten past the stage of wondering why he couldn't get dates or speak to girls, he'd decided almost definitively to just mind his business, live his life.
But then you just kissed him. In a haze of the moment- he wasn't used to kisses, he was allowed to be a little struck- his mind tried to run over the moment a million times over in a second. He hadn't kissed back, he was a little too shocked, so he tried to picture himself kissing back in that moment. You probably wouldn't kiss him again anyway, right?
He tried to run over anything you may have done to suggest that you'd kiss him, he couldn't come up with a thing. He knew you stared at him sometimes, generally it was when he pulled a fact out of his brain or when he was trying to solve a case, but weren't they the same looks of interest and bewilderment that everyone gave him?
He wondered if he'd done something wrong, but why would a mistake result in a kiss? He was definitely confused, there must've been something he missed. He was still looking at you, but he wasn't looking at you. He then let himself take in your expression, a softness in your eyes in addition to a look of wonder he caught you giving him sometimes. The way you looked at him was something he wasn't entirely sure he'd ever seen from someone else, was that why he had never picked up on it?
He tried to form the question that bugged at him, but suddenly he had so many questions in his head. A mile a minute, was what his mom would say. Slow down, Spencer, is what he told himself. And when he did slow down his thoughts he noticed something he hadn't a moment before- you looked unbelievably beautiful.
"W-" He cleared his throat meekly. "Why?"
He watched you bite down on your lip, shifting your weight slightly as you leaned against the desk. You shrugged, replying "You looked pretty, I wanted to kiss you."
"Pretty?" His voice was quiet, whispering as he cocked his head to the side. You couldn't help but think of how much better he seemed to look after you kissed him, soft, like he'd forgotten everything else that was happening.
"Mm." Your voice quietened to match his own, running your hand across the desk absently but your eyes remained on him. "Beautiful, kissable."
"Nobody calls me beautiful." he replied suddenly, he couldn't stop himself from the words. He couldn't help the crushing feeling that you were wrong and he needed to correct you. His insecurities.
"Maybe they should." You nodded your head and smiled at him, hoping it reassured him. You could feel the need to kiss him again building up inside of you, like the first kiss was just a tease. You wondered if he'd let you kiss him again after the case, and wondered if this time he'd kiss back.
