Dune Point {Spencer Reid x Reader}

• Four •

After the short-lived conversation, the two of you made no attempt to make small talk or anything of the sort, as you both knew it would ruin this perfectly dreamy moment. You just basked in each other's presence, the soft quiet fixed in its organic place between you.

It had been a little over half an hour, way too short, when Spencer finally dared to speak after looking down at his watch. "If you wanna grab a bite, since I'm assuming you don't have food at the current moment, we could stop somewhere after we stop by my place?"
"Sure." You replied, still a hint of exhaustion lacing your tone. You let the blanket around the two of you drop into your grasp and walked back inside from the balcony, letting the moment come to its unpolished end.

"Could you help me find my clothes boxes? They're separated by article."
"Sure." Spencer let out a groan, stretching his back before bending down to look through the boxes.

"Oop! Found 'SHIRTS'!" You exclaimed, turning your head to find 'PANTS' and informing Spencer. You picked up the boxes and brought them to your room, yelling for Spencer to find  'UNDERGARMENTS' and 'COATS/JACKETS.'

After rummaging through the two boxes you currently had with you, you opted for the things on top of each pile. You ended up with a pretty decent outfit – not your best, but pretty decent. The outfit consisted of a cream, long-sleeve turtleneck tucked in to a pair of high waisted black work pants that flared out the tiniest bit, ending at exactly the middle of your ankles so that the cut rested just above your feet.

You first stripped your pants from yesterday, about to replace them with your new pair, but quickly realizing you needed a change of underwear.

"Spencer!" You called. "Did ya' find the 'UNDERGARMENTS' box yet?"
"Oh, y-yeah." Spencer called back.

Soon after, Spencer appeared at the door with your box. Opening the crack of the door he was met once again with you bent over facing away from him, but his time, you were dressed in nothing but your top from the previous night and underwear. Frazzled, Spencer blushed and quickly shut his eyes, rushing to stand behind the door.

"I-uh, I have your box out here." Spencer called from outside your door.
"Oh, great, thanks. You can just slide it in." You responded.

Grabbing the box that had just been slid to you, you snatched a clean pair of underwear, then changed into your outfit for today, keeping the same shoes as yesterday.

After grabbing your toiletries from your backpack and brushing your teeth and fixing your hair to the best of your abilities, you walked back into the living room and kitchen area where all of your boxes were strewn about. Upon crossing through the threshold into the main area of your apartment, you were met by Spencer's worshiping gaze.

To be honest, the outfit did hug your curves in a pretty clean fashion, so you were kind of proud of yourself for making Spencer gawk; although, your blush returned once again at the feeling of his eyes admiring your figure. You awkwardly shuffled passed him, eyeing your 'COATS/JACKETS' box. You opened the box and were conveniently greeted with your long, black overcoat

"There's a supposedly really good cafe down the street, or there's a diner in the opposite direction. If you wanted to stop for breakfast?" You suggested to Spencer, hauling the coat out of the box.
"Oh, sure, we could-uh, go to the cafe and then stop by my place?"
"Sure." You happily complied, pulling the coat over your body.

As you passed Spencer on the way out, you ruffled his hair. He yelped out, "What are you doing!" but he didn't pull back. "I'm fixing it! You have bed-head, genius." The two of you laughed, exiting the apartment, and shutting the door on the mess of boxes and piles of clothes.