a sweet, clear sound pierced through the thin hotel walls as spencer turned on the shower. he basked relieved-ly in the warmth of the water after the long hard day of work, but now he was intrigued by the pretty notes that floated into his bathroom for the night.
‘...i call it overcompensating...’
her voice sounded broken, tired. it travelled over the melody so softly that spencer felt a little sorry for her. for some reason, he knew she was singing the words like she felt it. he rubbed shampoo into his hair and washed it out in the time it took her to finish a verse.
‘...i wish that you would’ve treated me bad, the truth is you couldn’t have loved me better...’
spencer toweled off, thinking of the girl who was crying in the shower opposite him. and in a really un-spencery thing to do he pulled on a pair of trackpants and a t-shirt and knocked on the girl’s door. it swung open after a short while revealing his new co-worker, y/n, standing there in a towel, her hair dripping over her shoulders.
‘hey!’ you said surprised.
spencer couldn’t believe it.
‘what are you doing here?’ spencer asked abruptly, and it would’ve come off as rude if he wasn’t so awkward.
you smiled back. ‘my room got flooded, so i was relocated down here. anything up?’ you ask.
‘uh- no s-sorry!’ spencer stuttered. he had really regretted his decisions. ‘wait-’ he said before you closed the door. ‘the song you were singing, it was really pretty, i mean, you sang it pretty-’
‘thanks spencer.’ you said gently cutting him off. even the way you said his name was tantalising, it made spencer shiver. he knew he couldn’t let you go back into that room alone.
‘hey wanna come on a walk?’ spencer wasn’t planning on spending his night wandering around a deserted hotel, but he wasn’t planning on knocking on your door either.
‘actually, i’d love that.’ you beamed, making spencer blush. ‘i’ll just get changed’
...
after the longest five minutes of spencer’s life, you finally emerged from your room in a t-shirt and pajama shorts, the weather outside warm enough. and you walked outside the hotel in the pitch darkness, both looking up at the sky. spencer leaned in and pointed up at a particular constellation.
‘see that?’ he asks, pointing at a bright star. you nod silently. ‘it’s part of the lyra constellation. in greek mythology orpheus’ lyre was said to make the most beautiful music known to man. it could sooth any mortal pain and heal a broken heart. when orpheus was killed his lyre was thrown into a river where it was retrieved by zeus who sent an eagle to place it right there, up in the night sky.’
you looked over at spencer, your eyes glittering.
‘wow.’ you breathed, taking him in. his smile was brighter than the stars, as he wiped his damp hair from his face. you touched his cheek and pulled him closer, slowly, carefully. he leant into your touch, placing a gentle kiss to your lips. you pulled away, and his eyes were blown, cheeks flushed, even in the darkness. your phones buzzed at the same time and you knew that the bau needed you.
I wasn't catching on to you
Blinded by your lips so smooth
Excusing all of your gotta goes
Leaving me to be all alone
Then you took my heart just the same
