Dune Point {Spencer Reid x Reader}

• Eight •

"I-uh, I don't have any–" Before you could tell Spencer you didn't have any pajamas, he'd already pulled a pair of boxers out of one of his drawers. "I got you covered." He tossed the boxers to you, you catching them and slipping it them on. "Oh here," Spencer then tossed you a big, oversized tee that had a pizza on it that looked like it was drawn and had fancy lettering around it.

You examined the shirt until Spencer spoke up. "It's a Vitruvian Pizza." You couldn't help but giggle at how it was supposed to look like an invention da Vinci drew in his journal. "Well, Leonardo da Vinci wrote in his journal backwards and always added one flaw to his plans so no one could steal his ideas. So, if you ask me, this isn't that accurate, but I'll let it slide." You joked. "That's exactly what I said when Garcia bought this for me a few years ago."

The two of you laughed as you slipped the big tee on, feeling cozy. You slumped into Spencer's bed as he walked around to his side and slid under the covers with you. You naturally slept on your side, so having Spencer to organically curl into warmed you up inside, a warmth you'd only felt when the genius, himself, was around.

You and Spencer assumed a similar position to the one you'd woken up to the first time you'd slept in the same bed. Although this time, you cuddled deeper into Spencer's body, resting your head on his chest. You draped your leg over his waist and your arm over his torso, pulling him closer into you. Spencer's arm wrapped around the back of your neck, and he turned his head to kiss you on the forehead, leaving his lips resting there.

The two of you laid there, awake, for what seemed like hours, but couldn't be any longer than a few minutes.

"I can't sleep without my meds." You whispered. "Unless I read until, like, 2 am, then maybe I'll be able to."
"Well, I know I won't be going to sleep for a while so..." Spencer trailed off, letting the implication speak for itself.
"I don't wanna keep you up." You wanted Spencer to start sleeping. Confrontation was the first step, now he needs to start trying.

"Y/N, I won't be going to sleep for a while whether you like it or not." Spencer joked, kissing your forehead again. "Plus... I have popcorn."
You lifted your head, resting your chin on his chest, looking up at him. "And Netflix?"
"And Netflix." Spencer confirmed with a smile on his face.

If both of you were going to be up for some time, no matter what, then maybe you should just indulge it.

So, Spencer propped his pillows up behind him, you doing the same, and grabbed the remote. "I've never been more glad you have a TV in your room." You spoke as you rustled around in the sheets to make yourself more comfortable. "Let me go make the popcorn first." Spencer left the remote on the bed and got out to go to his kitchen.

You had nothing better to do, so you followed him. "Want some coffee?" Spencer asked. You gave him a look that said "seriously?" to which he reluctantly responded "...or tea?" You knew your way around his apartment, so you chuckled and walked over to his cabinet that held the teabags and grabbed two mugs from the shelf above.

The two of you returned to the bed a few minutes later with hot tea and popcorn, Spencer flipping through Netflix to play BBC's Sherlock.

"See, I'm surprised you watch Sherlock because I feel like it would be stressful for you." You spoke up as the opening theme played.

"Why would you think that." Spencer asked before sipping on his tea.
"Because, I feel like you would just note all the inconsistencies, and hate the romanticization of being a genius and stuff." You said.
"Well, I like it. I can't really explain why."

You hummed contently at his answer. Sometimes things didn't need an explanation, and that was okay. Then Spencer spoke up again as the theme ended. 
"Now be quiet so we can watch," and then he stuffed a piece of popcorn in your mouth, you giggling and swallowing.