Matthew was finally finished filming Lord knows what season of Criminal Minds, which meant you would have him all to yourself at home for at least the next month. He was due to arrive within the next hour, and you had busied yourself all afternoon preparing the perfect welcome home dinner. You were making his favorite: homemade, extra cheesy lasagna.
You had your laptop sitting on the counter, Netflix pulled up as you watched Criminal Minds while waiting for the food to bake. Watching the show was one of your favorite ways to feel closer to him while he was away. Hearing his voice and seeing his face never failed to bring you instant comfort. Plus, you loved watching him in his element, doing what he loved. You would be lying to yourself if you said it wasn't a huge turn on for you.
You shook your head, trying to rid yourself of the thoughts that invaded when you thought of the genius that your husband portrayed so well. The last thing you needed was to get all hot and bothered before Matthew even got home, and especially not over a character he played.
The lasagna finished in the oven and you cut two pieces, an extra large one for Matthew, putting them in bowls and carrying them to the living room. You had set up the perfect atmosphere: a red checkered quilt on the floor with a few pillows, an ice bucket holding a bottle of his favorite wine, the roaring fireplace in the background. The perfect picnic set up in your magical haunted treehouse. How lucky you were to have this life.
You heard a car door slam in the driveway and you peeked through the blinds, watching him lock vintage station wagon. Your heart fluttered.
The sound of the door unlocking was followed by his sweet, familiar voice, "Y/N?"
"In the living room!" You called back, smoothing the skirt on your sundress and giving your hair one last comb with your fingers.
When he entered the room, his eyes went wide with awe, glancing around, "Baby, you did all this for me?"
You beamed. Just being in his presence instantly filled you with warmth, like being in a room with the human embodiment of sunshine.
"All for you," you replied sweetly.
In no more than two steps he had you in his arms, his lips pressed to yours. Hands on your hips, he gave them an affectionate squeeze, slowly moving his lips against yours, getting reacquainted.
"As much as I would love to continue this," he hummed, brushing his thumb over your bottom lip, "I'm starving, and I would hate for all your hard work to go waste."
You stared into his honey-colored eyes adoringly, carding your fingers through his fluffy curls. They were sticking up in every direction, no doubt from his hours of travel. "Of course, I'm sure you haven't had a nice, home cooked meal since you've been gone."
"Mmhm," he nodded, "you know me, surviving on nothing but water and Chinese takeout."
You rolled your eyes, leading him over to the picnic spread on the floor, nudging him to sit down, "I'm going to go get the garlic bread, it's been warming in the oven."
A pleased groan rumbled from him, "You spoil me, woman."
"That's the goal," you winked, turning and walking back towards the kitchen.
You placed the bread in a basket you had prepared and grabbed the wine glasses, coming back to find him with a mouth full of lasagna.
"Of all the things I've missed about you," he mumbled through his bite before swallowing, "I think your cooking is pretty high up on the list."
You smiled, occupying the empty space next to him on the quilt, "I'm glad you like it."
You poured him and yourself some wine and handed him a piece of garlic bread, which he took eagerly. You giggled, watching him eat. He looked like he was in heaven. Then again, didn't he always look heavenly?
You caught up on all that had been happened since you had last visited him on set. You told him about work, telling him some funny anecdotes from your day to day life. He entertained you as usual with his stories from filming.
"Wait, wait, so the whole cast got involved, even the writers?" You laughed.
"Yeah, it started out as an innocent prank war between me and Shemar, and slowly everyone just started taking sides. I like to think my side was superior, it was me, Kristen, Paget, most of the writers, and the two main directors. Plus like half the crew," he recalled, laughing too at the memory.
"The dream team," you giggled, "Thomas didn't take your side?"
"I think he felt bad for Shemar," he chuckled, "I was pretty ruthless."
You raised a hand to his cheek, grazing your fingers over his light scruff, "Ah yes, my Gube, so intimidating."
He rolled his eyes with a grin, turning to kiss your palm, "As much as I love filming, I love being home you more."
"I know," you hummed, "I actually have a surprise for you."
His eyes lit up with curiosity, one of your favorite things about him, "what is it?"
"I accepted a job as an editor for this really nice lifestyle magazine, they want me to edit their online articles," you announced, smiling wide.
"What? Baby, that's amazing!" He tackled you in a hug, causing you to fall backwards, bumping your head on the quilt beneath you.
You laughed as he pressed kisses all over your face like an excited puppy. You couldn't believe this man was yours.
"That's not even the best part," you said.
"There's more?" He cocked his head to the side as he hovered over you.
"Yes," you took a deep breath, moving a chunk of hair out of his eyes, "It means my work will be totally online aside from a few meetings every now and then with some writers and the publishers. Which means I will now be able to come with you on all your projects."
Stunned, he sat back, staring at you in shock, "are you serious?" It came out barely above a whisper.
Tears filled your eyes, "yes!"
Before you could process things he was back on top of you, lips pressed to yours like he was worried that if he wasn't touching you you would disappear. His lips danced passionately with yours, taking your bottom lip in between it and sucking lightly until it was nice and kiss-swollen. You swiped your tongue against his, allowing him to deepen the kiss.
He moved his lips from yours to your jaw, skimming them back to the skin just below your ear. You shivered, he knew it was one of your sensitive spots. He worked the skin there expertly. Applying just enough suction to have you moaning out.
"Oh my God, Spencer!"
Your eyes shot open. There's no way you just said that out loud. Oh, but you had.
Matthew pulled back immediately, face still relatively close to yours, a smirk growing on his face, "what did you just call me?"
You leaned forwards and buried your face in his dinosaur sweater, heat rising to your face quickly, "Matthew, I'm so sorry."
He fell back laughing, narrowly missing his empty lasagna bowl with his head. He was clutching his stomach, tears pooling in his eyes, absolutely dying of laughter.
"It's not funny," you pouted still entirely too embarrassed to find it as amusing as your husband.
"I-it is though," he choked out in between laughs, trying desperately to stop only to tumble back into another fit.
"Stoooooooppppp," you whined whacking his leg lightly, trying not to giggle yourself.
Once he recovered he sat back up, cupping your face in his insanely large hands. "Baby, that was the most adorable thing ever."
You scrunched your face up, "No it's not, it's embarrassing."
"Hey, it's okay if you have a crush on pretty boy genius," he giggled, enjoying the situation way too much, "If you're gonna have a TV crush, I would prefer it to be me anyways."
You rolled your eyes, and he pecked your lips lightly.
"God, I can't wait to finally have you with me all the time. I miss nights like this when I'm away," he sighed with a contented smile.
"I'm excited to finally be with you too, and to get to travel all over like I've always wanted to," you replied, equally as contented.
He grabbed your hips and pulled you into his lap, "So about this crush..."
"Matthew," you groaned.
"No, no, hear me out, I think I can use it to my advantage," he smirked.
"What do you mean?" You eyed him suspiciously.
Instead of answering he swept you up, your legs over one of his arms, your head back supported by the other, causing a squeak to fall from your lips.
He started walking you both back to the bedroom, "Matt, what are you doing?"
"No, no, baby. Tonight it's Dr. Reid."
You looked up at him wide eyed. You were done for.
AN: idk if most people would classify Matthew Gray Gubler as a fandom, but I had this idea and I couldn't not write it, so here, enjoy!😂
Also let me know if I should start a separate criminal minds imagines book, I think there needs to be more content on it👀
~B🌸