Criminal Minds Imagines

rainy day - spencer reid

The pitter patter of rain against your bedroom window greeted you as your eyes fluttered open. The backdrop of gray clouds made you feel even sleepier as you turned back around.

You came face to face with the dozing man next to you, his pink lips parted slightly. His curls splayed our wildly around his head, almost resembling a halo. He had one arm tucked under the pillow, the other laying limply in the small space between you.

He sensed your movement and the arm that laid between you inched towards you, seeking you out with his eyes still closed. You smiled softly to yourself and shuffled towards him, taking his wandering hand in yours and draping it over your waist.

He smiled contentedly in his sleep, and your whole body warmed. Even when he was sleeping, he had the most adorable personality in the world.

You didn't want to wake him yet, but you couldn't resist reaching up and scratching lightly at his stubble. He'd had a few days off, which was rare, so he hadn't had a reason to shave. His head turned instinctively, nuzzling his nose into your palm.

You'd never been to heaven, but you were pretty sure it felt something like this.

Slowly and all too soon, his long eyelashes fluttered against his cheeks, his molten caramel eyes lazily opening to meet yours.

"Hi."

The low, gravelly sound of his morning voice mixed with the sounds of the rain outside sounded like the sweetest symphony to your ears. You both took a moment to bask in each other's presence with sleepy smiles, legs tangling under the sheets.

"Sleep good?" You asked quietly, trailing your fingertips up and down his bicep.

He swallowed thickly, his Adam's apple bobbing, "Good. I dreamed about you."

"You did?" You grinned, "Was it a good dream?"

"Mmhm," he hummed, eyes shutting briefly as he recalled, "Not as good as my reality, though."

You gave his arm an affectionate squeeze, "You're such a lover boy. How is it possible to be that cute first thing in the morning?"

He gave a teasing shrug, "Talent. Some are born with it, some aren't." He booped your nose.

You fake shock, scrunching your nose at his touch before swatting his chest lightly, "I am plenty cute, thank you very much."

He pulled you closer with his hand on the small of your back, kissing your forehead, "Yes, you are. I was just teasing."

You smiled, loving how he sweetly clarified that he was teasing, even though it was obvious. That was just so Spencer.

You yawned, stretching out, "Rainy day today. Whatever shall we do, Dr. Reid?" Your fake posh accent made him grin.

"Whatever pleases the lady, Mrs. Reid," he played along, thumbs drawing circles on your hips.

You leaned into him, kissing his slightly chapped lips. You were in the process of getting him to wear chapstick regularly.

You pulled back after a moment, grimacing slightly, "Morning breath."

"Morning breath?" He gave you a look of confusion, "You mean this morning breath?"

He breathed in deeply through his nose and then let out a huge breath in your face.

You scrunched up your face exaggeratedly, giving his chest a small shove, "You're so grosssss."

"Hmm is that so?" He wiggled his eyebrows, "That's not what you were saying last night."

Your jaw dropped and you giggled, "Spencer!"