Gif is by @radioactive-creative-bug
A/N: I was thinking about that "I'm not sharing with reid" room thing from 5×21 this morning and I wanted to write a little drabble but it somehow turned into a whole ass one shot.
Content/Warnings: enemies to lovers, one bed trope, fluff, some angst if you squint and tilt your head to one side
you and spencer had gotten along as well as oil and water for the few months that you had known him. neither of you understood why, but for some reason, you just couldn't be in the same room together without getting on each other's nerves. you found him infuriating most of the time, and if his constant quips were any indication, he felt the same way about you.
him getting shot didn't help matters. he was constantly putting himself in unnecessary danger. you just didn't understand how a man with such a high IQ acted so irrationally. you had almost lost your shit when you found out he had travelled without being cleared, it was almost like he wanted to get himself in trouble.
now that he was pretty much healed and back to putting himself on the wrong end of a gun barrel, you were closer to snapping than ever. you got the urge to stand in front of him any time you came face to face with an unsub.
so when night rolled around on a case where the killer seemed to hunt at night and you still hadn't caught them, you were more than ready to do whatever was necessary to make sure spencer didn't do something dumb again. if only to calm your own nerves, of course.
"I'm not sharing with reid again." came morgan's voice, and reid frowned, clearly taking some offence.
garcia quickly called dibs on derek and before you could overthink it, you spoke up, "I'll room with the doctor tonight."
confused looks came from all the members of the team, they were all familiar with you and reid's constant squabbles. however, you didn't spare any of them more than a glance, going to get the key to your room and heading upstairs instead.
but of course, of course, when you got to the room there was only one large bed in the centre of it.
you sighed and dropped your go-bag down onto the floor, running your hand through your hair. this was fine, you and spencer would just have to deal with this like the adults you both were.
a click sounded behind you, and spencer walked into the room. glancing at you and then at the bed, still sporting a look of utter confusion. his mouth opened and closed a few times.
"oh." was the only sound that managed to make it out.
"it's big enough for the both of us."
"I'm taking the side next to the window." you expected some sort of disagreement on his part at that.
"okay." was what he responded with instead.
the rest of the night continued in the same unfamiliar manner. with you and spencer getting ready for bed in amicable silence.
after a little while, the lights had finally been shut off and the two of you climbed into the bed.
you turned away from him, grabbing onto one side of the duvet, with him doing the same, which would have usually been fine, but there was only one duvet, and spreading it out like that meant there was a gap through the middle that let the cold in.
"spencer this isn't going to work. We'll both be freezing to death before the morning."
maybe the evening had gotten your hopes up because you were expecting a reasonable response from him, but, naturally, spencer did the opposite of what you thought he would.
he turned so that he was facing your back and wrapped an arm around your front, gently nudging you so you were closer, mumbling something about how this wouldn't be necessary if you weren't such a blanket hog under his breath.
you were too stunned by his willing closeness to answer him.
once spencer seemed to deem that the two of you were near enough, he took his hand away from you. you must have let out some sort of peculiar sound at that because he spoke up again.
"sleep. I'll be fine without your constant hovering for the next eight hours."
"I don't hover." you said, probably not as defensively as you should have.
"sleep." he repeated. and surprisingly, you did. you slept better than you had in ages, not a single concern crossing your mind.
you woke up the next morning with spencer wrapped around you like his life depended on it. His legs were between yours, and his head was buried in your chest while his arms held you in place by the waist.
you absentmindedly ran a hand through his hair, still hazy from sleep, before saying his name. he hummed and pulled you tighter to him, burying his head further into you before mumbling, "stay, we can go back to bickering later."
you couldn't argue with that logic and you were going to take full advantage of having spencer where you could see and feel him.
the two of you spent that morning drifting in and out of sleep for as long as you could before having to get up and ready to go meet the team.
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