Dune Point {Spencer Reid x Reader}

• Four •

"No, it's fine. I mean, if you want to go back to sleep, you can, but-uh, I can... grab us something to eat? There's gotta be a cafe somewhere near here." Spencer quickly lifted himself off the bed, putting his shoes back on. "Plus it gives us time to stop by my place before work so I can change."
"Oh, I wasn't gonna go back to sleep, actually," You let out a small laugh. "There's a balcony that I'm sure has a great view of the sunrise."
Spencer stopped tying his shoe to finally notice the orange glow beaming into the room. "Oh, that-uh, that actually sounds really nice."
"Great, I'll go find my big-ass knit blanket. But first let me take out my contacts." You finally stood up, yawning, still in your work clothes from yesterday, but keeping yourself barefoot.

You fished your glasses, contact case, and contact solution out of your backpack, heading to the bathroom to replace your contacts with your round glasses with a dark brown frame and turtle print temples.

You exited the bathroom to see Spencer still sitting up on the bed, having not moved. It was as if he was stuck in a trance, paralyzed from the night.

"You good?" You asked, pulling him out of his stare.
"Huh? Yeah." Spencer bluntly answered.
"O...kay..." You had this inkling that you shouldn't believe him, but since he did just wake up at someone else's place on a work day, and he was woken up to the not-so dulcet sounds of the first chords of Lakeshore Drive, you passed it off as fatigue and daze.
"Well, I'm gonna go scour for that blanket," you nodded to him as you walked out of the room.

You had packed a box labeled, "COMFY/WARM," which was full of your fuzziest, warmest blankets, socks, and sweatshirts you owned. You walked out of the room, Spencer lazily following behind. When he turned the corner, he was met by the sight of your bent over body from behind, digging through one of your numerous boxes. He can't lie and say he didn't enjoy the view, but he quickly averted his gaze so as not to be disrespectful.

Spencer cleared his throat and spoke up. "Uh, if you happen to have a coffee maker in one of these boxes, I could make us some coffee?"
"Oh that would be great, but I gave my coffee maker away when I moved cus I wanted that brand new Keurig." You shouted back, still rummaging through the box. You finally reached the bottom, pulling out your enormous, plush knit blanket. You let out a tired breath, softly exclaiming, "Found it!"

When you turned around, the blanket wrapped up in a big ball in your arms, Spencer's face lit up like a little kid on Christmas morning. "This should keep us warm" You suggested with a smile, handing the blanket to him. As you foraged for a pair of fluffy socks in the mess of the strewn comfort items from the box, Spencer asked, "Us? You don't want a separate blanket for yourself?" You picked up a pair of socks, bending over – now facing him – to slip them on. "Did you... want a separate blanket?" You were hoping he would say no, and thank god he did. "Oh! No, no, no, yeah it's–" Spencer chuckled softly "–it's fine, I was just... yeah." Spencer mentally face-palmed himself for how stupid he sounded. He often stuttered around pretty girls, especially girls that were making him feel some sort of... way.

You chuckled and Spencer followed you outside to the balcony where you were greeted with a glistening sky full of all different hues of yellow, orange, and blue. Spencer wrapped the blanket around the two of you, huddling close together with one another. You both leaned your forearms over the railing of the balcony, observing how the leaves that remained on the trees were beginning to change colors, marking the start of the fall season. The noises of the early morning of the city was music to your ears. Birds chirping, the jingle of a dog's collar from a woman walking her dog, the very quaint bustling sound of few cars and pedestrians.

Cozy. That was the perfect word.
And Spencer was a cozy person.
And you were wrapped in a cozy blanket with him.

"I didn't know you wore glasses." Spencer asserted.
"Well, my goal was to make sure no one ever knew, but oh well." You sarcastically quipped.
There was a brief beat until Spencer quietly spoke up again, "I like them."
A blush formed on your cheeks and you quietly accepted the compliment. The two of you looked at each other for a moment, holding each other's stares, but the moment was ephemeral. Spencer looked back out to the street while you looked down at how your shoulder was pushed against his bicep. You smiled to yourself and looked back out to the view.