One magnificent sunset and two strangers torn apart by their lives, but brought together to make a perfect whole.
Can Y/N and Spencer Reid survive against the ghosts of their pasts in this tale of two broken lovers?
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Disclaimer: I've never been to the Renwick Gallery (as much as I would love to go) so believe me when I tell you, the floor plan will NOT be correct. I'll only be able to correctly describe what's shown on google images.
TRIGGER WARNING: VERY brief mention of self harm • • • • • • •
So much had happened this morning and it was only 10:00 am. You'd witnessed a glimpse of Spencer's raw emotions, both last night and this morning, even if it was only for a moment. He was the the one with whom you felt most vulnerable... You just hoped he'd make it there too.
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"Y/N, slow down!" Spencer breathlessly chased after you as you ran toward your apartment door. You reached your door with Spencer jogging up behind you as you bit your lip and fumbled with your keys.
"Sorry! Sorry, I'm just really excited. Also we're a bit behind schedule because of the little... interruption this morning." Spencer laughed and then said, "Wait... schedule?"
His answer came after you swiftly swung your door open, dropped your keys and phone in the basket by your door, and ran to your room. Spencer followed you in, shutting the door behind him, and waiting in your living room to catching his breath.
You ran back into the living room, cartoonishly stopping right in front of Spencer holding up a brochure. You excitedly bit your lip as Spencer took it from your hands with furrowed brows.
Upon reading the top of the brochure, his brows raised and an open-mouthed smile that could light up a whole room grew on his face. "The Renwick Gallery of the Smithsonian American Art Museum," he read excitedly. "The Renwick Gallery?! I can't believe you, this is amazing!"
"I know you have a soft spot for eccentric art, even though you don't show it often. I figured I'd take a chance." You bashfully admitted. "Well, I'm glad you did."
Spencer leaned down to envelop you in the sweetest kiss you'd ever tasted. His arms wrapping around your back, yours around his neck. His lips against yours felt like silk. Unfortunately, you couldn't stay here for long.
You reluctantly pulled away, and in trying to do so, Spencer latched on, following your head backwards, only urging you to move back in. "Spencer..." You started in between a kiss. "Spencer I have to–mmph" he cut you off again with another kiss. You finally grabbed his face, pulling him away from you.
Breathlessly, you spoke, "Spencer I have to take a shower and change and get ready. We might be out later than I was expecting today." "As long as I'm spending the day with you, that's fine." Spencer spoke with a smile, peppering small kisses across your cheeks.
