LONG NIGHT - SPENCER REID X READER
IN WHICH…MORGAN ASSUMES SPENCERS TIRED BECAUSE HES FINALLY FOUND SOMEONE TO SPENT THE NIGHT WITH, AND HES NOT WRONG, BUT NOT HOW HE THINKS.
WARNINGS: FLUFF, MORGAN THINKING SPENCE HAD SEX
A/N: this is very short ive just had this idea in my drafts 5ever and had to write it out idk. currently working on inbox requests tho dw!
spencer stood in the kitchenette, stirring an ungodly amount of sugar into his coffee. his face twisted in a yawn, back stretching up towards the ceiling. he hadn’t gotten much sleep the night before, which was usual for a case, but unusual considering he had been home, in his own bed.
“someone’s tired.” morgan walked over, grabbing a mug from the cupboard. while spencer had his specific mug that he labeled with his label machine, most werent that neurotic about what mug they drank from.
spencer grabbed the creamer and added a small amount, going back to stirring the hot liquid. “long night.” he said simply, not meaning to imply anything, but derek assured anyways.
“my man! finally found someone?” the question came with a grin and a clap on the back that made spencer’s shoulder slump forward.
he took a small sip from his coffee before placing it back on the counter and adding another sugar. “not that kind of long night.” he murmured. but he had found someone. someone he really really liked, maybe even loved. but the bureau didnt need to know that. not yet, at least. this was something he could keep to himself, something for only him to have.
derek’s eyebrows raised but he shrugged. “if you say so.” he hit the button on the coffee machine. “maybe me and garcia could set you up on a date.” he grinned.
spencer’s eyes widened. “thats not necessarily.” he quickly found a way to go back to his desk, claiming that he needed to get some work done.
“i dont understand why we always order take out when i always offer to cook.” y/n spoke, sitting next to her boyfriend on the couch. they had met at the town library by quantico, where she was working. after 3 months of knowing each other, they had started dating, and now, just over a year later, they lived together in an old one bedroom apartment they had picked together, built with warm wood structures that created a very warm atmosphere.
spencer was sitting next to her, eating from a plate of chinese take out. “because if you cook, that means less time we get to spend being together, because you like to cook alone.” he rattled off some excuse, taking another bite of chicken and broccoli. “plus, i think we basically pay the huángs bills, at this point.” the couple had become close to the owners of their favorite takeout place, known by name whenever they called or stopped in.
not being able to argue that fact, she settled into the couch and they ate in comfortable silence for a while. the tv was on lowly, playing some russian movie spencer had on dvd.after a while, the plates are forgotten on the coffee table and y/n is curled into spencer’s side, her head on his chest while he reads. “i think i want to paint my nails.” she says suddenly, looking at the bare ends of her fingers. “what color should i do?”
spencer thought about it for a moment. “im not sure. what colors do you have?”
after a moment of mentally going over the bathroom cabinet she spoke. “i have pastel pink, a mossy green, white, i think a few different purples, and some deep reds.” she told him. since her job was in the library, she was allowed to do as she pleased with looks. especially when she worked in the kids room, she was encouraged to express her sense of style.
“well, i like the purple best, the one you wore during your birthday. but, any color would look pretty.” he decided on thoughtfully. despite this being his first relationship, or really, the first women spencer ever talked to with even slight romantic intentions, he was a really good boyfriend. he said the right things, and apologized when he didnt.
she looked up at him through her lashes, still curled up on his chest. “if i grab the polishes, will you pick the color?” she asked hopefully, and of course, spencer agreed. she smiled and got up, padding into the shared bathroom. she grabbed the three different purples she had before making her way back to the living room, showing spencer the three colors. “okay, pick please.”
after thinking about it for a second, spencer pointed to a jelly-like deep purple with faint shimmers. “that one. it’ll match the sweater you always wear.”
“im so lucky to be dating a genius.” she pecked his lips, going to put the other polishes away.
the rest of the night was spent similarly. y/n painted her nails, spencer reid and kept her company and they ate ice cream. they hadn’t noticed the time until it was well past midnight, and neither made their way to bed, so they slept on the couch, curled in each others arms comfortably without a care for how it would affect their morning.
