the champagne

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This chapter is a big time jump—toward the end of Y/n's last semester of her PhD.
warnings: nsfw

You practically jog up the steps to Spencer's apartment, breathless as you frantically knock on his door

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You practically jog up the steps to Spencer's apartment, breathless as you frantically knock on his door. A wide smile is set on your face, your hand wrapped around a bottle of champagne. It's not the most expensive shit, but hey, it's what you can afford. After a moment, Spencer answers, his eyes scanning you.

"Are you okay? The knock was a little urgent."

You giggle, wrapping one arm around his neck and pulling him into a kiss. He's surprised, but he wraps his arms around you as he melts into the kiss, his hands resting on your lower back. After a moment, you pull back, keeping your arm around his neck.

"Can I come in?" You ask. "I have good news!"

He nods, pulling you into his apartment, shutting the door behind him. You turn around to face him, and his eyes flick to the bottle of champagne in your hand.

"What's that for, pretty girl?"

Your grin grows wider and you hold up the bottle. "It's Dr. Pretty Girl to you now."

It takes a second for your words to register in his brain, a huge grin spreading across his face after he processes it. "You got your PhD?"

"I did!"

You giggle as he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you off the floor and twirling you around. A small squeal flies past your lips, and Spencer laughs softly as he sets you down on the ground. One of your hands grips his shoulder.

"Congratulations! I'm so proud of you!" He praises, leaning down to kiss you again.

The kiss is sweet, one of Spencer's hands resting underneath your chin softly. After a moment, you pull back, meeting his eyes.

"Come on; we gotta pop this open."

You two move into his kitchen, and he takes the bottle from you. He untwists the metal bit before taking it off, carefully shimmying the cork off of the bottle. It comes off with a loud 'pop', and Spencer sets the cork on the counter. You grab two glasses from his cabinet, and he pours some champagne in both of them before setting the bottle on the table.

He raises his glass. "To you, pretty girl. And to all that you've accomplished."

You clink your glass with his, a wild blush spreading to your cheeks as you take a sip of your champagne. He pulls you against him, his free hand running across your lower back.

"Does this mean you'll let me read your dissertation now?"

You giggle, taking another sip of your champagne. "Maybe."

He laughs. "Dr. Y/l/n. The title suits you."

"Does it now, Dr. Reid?" You tease, your hand running up to brush his hair out of his face.

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