Summary: Reader and Spencer wake up together in a confused, hungover state and jump to a whole lot of conclusions.
Warning: Mentions of drunkenness, intercourse, pills
A low ringing in your ears was the first thing you sensed, followed by the most pounding headache you had ever experienced. A small groan escaped your lips as you rubbed your head, a futile attempt to subside the pain. Your eyes were heavy as you forced them open, your vision blurring. You rubbed your eyes, rolling to the other side to get a glimpse of natural light. Then you saw it—rather him. "HOLY FUCK!" You scrambled to the side of the bed, lifting the covers slightly and nearly letting out a scream when you saw yourself dressed only in your bra and underwear.
Spencer blinked a few times. "Huh—OH MY GOD!" He glanced down at his own lack of clothes and pulled the covers firmly up to his neck.
You stared up at the ceiling, a mortified expression in your face as you tried to regain memory of the night before. "Why am I—are you—did we—"
"I don't know," Spencer breathed.
You glanced around his room, unable to locate your actual clothes. "We should uhm get all sorted out then try and uh...figure this out." You motioned between the two of you.
"Okay..." You both laid there awkwardly, waiting for the other to get up.
"Y-You can get up."
"Could you uh look away..?"
"Oh! Uh yeah, yeah." You rolled the other way, feeling the mattress shift as he got up.
"Do you uh need anything?"
"Uhm just like a long shirt until I find my clothes..." I want to jump off this balcony.
"Yeah, yeah." He walked over, now clothed. "Uh here."
You bit your lip, sinking under the covers. "Can you go..?"
"Yeah! Sorry! Uhm you should shower too. If we did...do something...it's important that you do and get lots of nutrients too. I-I'll find something to eat."
You nodded slowly. "Thanks." You waited until he left, hurrying into the bathroom. You could barely even remember how to wash your hair, your mind racing around the idea that you and Spencer had slept together. Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. You brushed through your hair, sliding on the shirt over the only 'clothing' you could find at the moment, creeping into the kitchen. "Hey."
"Hi." Spencer looked up, sliding you a glass of water.
"Hi." You already said that.
"Uh how are you feeling?"
"Good, good..."
"You should eat." He handed you a plate with toast on it.
"Excellent culinary skills."
He chuckled. "I try." You were both awkwardly quiet as you ate the toast. "Can I uh ask you something?"
"Always."
"It's just a little...personal."
"Shoot."
"Are you on birth control?"
You choked on your toast. "Ahem...I uh—" You sighed. "I've never even kissed a guy until...yesterday."
"Oh."
"Yeah..."
"I uh I'm sorry."
"For what?"
"I sort of ruined that experience for you..."
"No! No! You uh didn't do anything." If I were sober, maybe I wouldn't have minded.
"You should probably uh get on that...I don't know if we uh used...stuff."
"Even your eidetic memory can't recall it?"
He shook his head. "Alcohol doesn't do so well with it."
"I can tell," you whispered, suddenly unable to even swallow.
Spencer gently placed his hand on yours. "We can go together and get the stuff you'll need, then we'll know that all is well. Besides, we were drunk." Drunken actions are our sober thoughts.
"Yeah...you're right."
"I might have a hoodie or something you can borrow since you don't have...pants."
You laughed. "Thanks."
"This is so awkward," you murmured, looking at the various pills and pregnancy tests.
"It's just a precaution."
"You're my coworker, and we can't remember shit."
"Still precautionary."
You wordlessly grabbed two boxes, heading to the checkout. "Y/N!"
You froze, the familiar voice of Penelope Garcia ringing in your ears. "Penny!" You glared at Spencer, motioning for him to hide.
"What are you doing here?"
"Uh...headaches?"
Penelope raised an eyebrow. "Those don't look like headache medication." You blushed furiously. "O.M.G! DID YOU FINALLY GET LAID—" You slammed your palm over her mouth, Spencer holding back his laughter.
"Please don't tell anyone."
"I'm just glad you've got more than cobwebs down there if you know what I mean—"
"Penelope!"
"So who's the lucky guy?"
Oh god if only you knew. "Just uh...some old college friend, we were uh kinda drunk so."
"Was he cute?"
You glanced at Spencer peeking up. "Extremely."
"Give me all the details at work tomorrow, okay?"
"Totally..." Penelope quickly paid for a box of tampons, waving to you as she left. You sighed in relief, paying and dragging Spencer out. "That was horrible."
"Hey, she didn't figure anything out."
"At least we think."
"I think we can slip by Garcia."
You shrugged. "Let's just forget this ever happened."
"We kind of already have."
"Right..."
"You should take that in a few days." He motioned to the test, opening the door to his apartment.
"Okay, yeah."
"And those now." He tapped the pills.
"Mmk."
Spencer heard a knock at the door, making you press your back to the wall and hide. "Mrs. Cavanaugh, how can I help you?"
"You left some clothes in the dryer last night."
"I-I did?" Huh?
"Here."
"Thanks...have a good one." He shut the door, his eyes widening at the sight of the clothes you had both been wearing the night before.
"Why were we washing our clothes..?"
Spencer squeezed his eyes shut, trying to remember something. "Derek...drunk...spilled...your clothes..."
"Then why yours..?"
He thought again. "You puked on them."
"Shit, I'm sorry."
Spencer rubbed his head, jogging his memory. "We got a taxi together because you live so close...I guess we washed our clothes but must've—"
"We didn't have sex, did we?"
"No...we just fell asleep while our clothes were washing."
You sighed in relief. "Oh thank god...uh not thank god like that! Not like 'Oh I'd never do that with Spencer' because I totally would but—" You covered your mouth. Spencer raised an eyebrow. "That isn't what I meant!"
"It sounds like it is."
"I-I just meant that it isn't a repulsive thought to do that sort of thing with you but—" You paused. "That meant the same thing too, huh?"
He nodded, smirking. "So you aren't opposed to the two of us actually doing something like that?"
"Is that an invitation?"
He coughed, his face turning red. "Well I uh—"
"Would be a shame to put the good money I spent on these bad boys to waste." You shook the pack of pills.
"Yeah okay." He began undoing his tie, causing you to burst into laughter.
"Take me to dinner first then we'll talk." You fixed his tie. "See you at work tomorrow."
"Y-Yeah...see you."
"I mean it though. I kinda like you."
"Kinda?"
"Okay, I do like you."
He smiled. "So do I."
"But if we're gonna really do this, I want us to really go on a date and get to know each other."
"I do too."
"You've got my number."
"I will take you up on that."
You smiled. "Bye, Spence."
"Bye, Y/N..." This would be interesting.