Disclaimer - i don't own anything. Okay so Ripon made the point that Lacey and Spencer were sleeping together but not 'intimately'. I was kinda hoping you'd all read between the lines and assume they were sleeping together without me having to write about it. However i have now tried to make this clearer. Please let me now if this worked.
The Stories We Could Tell
"Your stupid Russian books are spawning, why do you need two shelves for them, you only needed one before and you're not even reading them anymore, you're reading in Korean!" Lacey called as she used her chin to clamp down on the pile of books in her arms to stop them from falling.
"They're inanimate objects they can't produce offspring." Spencer said as he finished clearing another shelf of books.
"They're multiplying and I don't like it. Don't lie I know you only had one book by Alexander Pushkin, you were telling me last week." Lacey said once she had set the books on the floor, kneeling down to rifled through them to find the books in question. Spencer pulled a face at the books she was holding, knowing that she was right.
"Okay so I might have added to my Russian collection but only because it due to the complex text it can't be translated to English." Reid admitted, sorting the books from his shelf into the right categories.
"I can't believe I agreed to help you with this on my day off." Lacey moaned as she dragged some more books closer to where she was sitting against the arm of the couch. "Why are we doing this alphabetically by author then title? You should do it alphabetically by language then alphabetically by author. Some of these authors' names aren't even in English characters." Lacey said moving yet another pile of books into the correct categories that Spencer had asked her to help with.
"Then I would have a segregated bookcase," Spencer said looking at Lacey incredulously. "It's better to do it by author." He said with a tone of finality, which made Lacey give a disbelieving laugh.
"Spencer I work in a bookshop, I'm pretty sure I have a good idea about how to organize books and before you ask yes I have tried it your way and I got way more questions about where books where. You need to categorize them before you do the authors." Lacey argued the books surrounding her forgotten while she argued with her boyfriend.
"Studies have shown…" Spencer started looking just as annoyed as Lacey felt.
"Um no." Lacey interrupted. "I just told you that my system is obviously better, you do not dig up a study from 20 years ago to prove me wrong, I do not tell you how to do your job you don't get to tell me how to do mine."
"This isn't a bookstore, this is my personal bookshelf and I don't need to worry about non-English characters because I can translate them into English and then put them in the right place." Spencer argued right back, getting to his feet to grab more books off the top shelf.
"Yeah well enjoy sorting out the Russian from the Serbian because I've been putting them together for the last 20 minutes." Lacey said pushing the books in front of her into one big pile before walking off towards the kitchen.
"Oh wow very mature." Spencer called after her glaring at the pile of books that Lacey had been sorting in disgust.
"Says the man who wears odd socks every day!" Lacey hurled back as she turned on the coffee maker.
"You said it was endearing!" Spencer shot right back, leaving the books alone and heading towards the kitchen.
"Don't use my words against me." Lacey said grabbing to mugs and filling them with coffee, handing one to Spencer so he could add sugar to his while she added milk to hers. They both drank their coffee in silence, stewing over their opinions.
"I still think your system sucks," Lacey said eventually, putting her coffee down on the counter top and turned to lean against Spencer. Spencer wrapped one arm round her still holding onto his coffee but lowered his chin down to rest on top her head.
"Thanks," Reid said leerily, setting his own coffee down on the counter, wrapping his other arm around Lacey and leaned back to look down at her.
"But I am willing to ignore it for the sake of our relationship." Lacey finished, moving her hands to tuck them into the back pockets of Spencer's trousers.
"Very noble of you." Spencer agreed before leaning down to capture her lips in a kiss. Lacey pushed up into Spencer, deepening the kiss, coffee long forgotten on the counter. Spencer moved one hand up to cradle the back of her head, fingers slipping through her hair, the other hand slipping down to the small of her back. Lacey slipped one of her hands out of Spencer's pockets and slid one up to grab the back to his shoulder, pulling the two closer together. Spencer pulled away from the kiss, leaning forward so their foreheads touched, both breathing heavily. Lacey grinned at Spencer, who looked look right at her with a wild look in his eyes. He leaned back down capturing her lips again for a moment before pulling away for a second time, taking her hand in his and leading her back through the lounge towards his bedroom. Lacey followed, pausing only to laugh as Spencer almost tripped over a stray pile of books they had abandoned after their disagreement. Spencer ignored her laugh but the tips of his ears burned red as he pulled them both down onto his bed, their legs twisting together as Lacey landed half on top of him. Lacey pushed up onto her side, resting her head on her palm, smiling as Spencer reached over to push a stray strand of hair behind her ear and pull her into another kiss, ignoring the sounds of the city that flowed in through the slightly opened window, a soundtrack to their everyday life.
Lacey grabbed a spare shirt from Spencer's drawer pulling it over her head, dragging the duvet off the bed and carried it through to the lounge, careful not to step on the corner that was skimming the floor. She dropped the blanket on the couch, rearranging it so she was wrapped up but there was still material for Spencer to be covered. Spencer hung up the phone and dropping onto the couch next to Lacey, pulling his side of the blankets to cover his legs and reached for the remote for the TV.
"How long do we have to wait for food?" Lacey asked, poking Spencer in the side to make him change the channel, desperate not to watch a documentary on America's 'worst' killers.
"20 minutes," Spencer replied, handing the remote to Lacey, not too bothered about what they ended up watching.
"Oh my sweet merciful Savior, it's a sign." Lacey proclaimed, stopping on a channel that was showing adverts.
"What?" Spencer asked completely confused by his girlfriend, double checking to make sure he hadn't missed anything on the TV.
"Twilight starts in 15 minutes." Lacey exclaimed; batting at Spencer's arm showing her excitement, not caring that Spencer was still nonplussed by her proclamation. "It's the film adaptation of a series of books written by Stephenie Meyer, the films aren't as good as the books but the first one is my favourite. I would say it's my guilty pleasure but I have no guilt. Also hot vampires." Lacey explained, flopping over to rest her head on Spencer's lap, the cover now completely twisted yet still somehow covering both of them.
"Hot vampires?" Spencer asked hesitantly, knowing that he would regret the decision to ask the question.
"I would leave you for Edward Cullen at the drop of a hat. Or for Alice Cullen." Lacey confirmed smiling up at Spencer, before winking at him. Spencer rolled his eyes, tugging at one of the throw pillows and dropping it onto Lacey's face, ignoring her peals of laughter.
"I'm kidding, I'm kidding." Lacey said, pulling the pillow off of her face, letting it drop to the floor, onto the pile of books that they had agreed to ignore for another day. "I wouldn't leave you for a vampire, no matter how hot." She said smiling up at Spencer. "A werewolf, however," She said, trailing off, grinning at Spencer's look of despair.
"I have an eidetic memory." Spencer reminded her, "There is no way I can forget this, well unless I have a very bad head injury and develop amnesia, but the odds are very unlikely."
"Good, you will be able to quote this to your grandkids and make them realize on the cinematic master pieces their generation will be missing out on. The key quote is 'how long have you been 17?'." Lacey said, shifting around in Spencer's lap so she could see the TV, ignoring the fact that one of them would have to get up and answer the door for the food.
"Slow down pretty boy," Morgan called from his place on the plane, watching as Reid turned yet another page in his book. "That's the 3rd book you're on and we've still got 1 hour in the air."
Spencer paused, moving his thumb to rest in between the pages of the book, and glanced up at Morgan.
"122 minutes. I was subjected to 122 minutes of popular culture that I will never be able to forget." He spat out, ignoring the rest of the team, who had all stopped what they were doing to listen in to the men's conversation. "If i don't read i will surely relive that film."
"It can't have been that bad, what did you watch? The notebook? 500 days of summer" Morgan asked, teasing Reid, enjoying his friend's frustration.
"Twilight." Spencer admitted, ignoring Emily and J.J's outburst of laughter.
"Oh you have it bad," Morgan said, pulling out his phone, presumably to text Garcia. "You are so into that girl you watched an 122 minute tween film about mythical creatures that sparkle in the sunlight." Morgan said shaking his head.
"And how do you know they sparkle Morgan?" J.J asked, face red from laughing at her friends misfortune. "I'm pretty sure that doesn't come up in the first film." The team watched as Morgan splutter, causing another round of laughter on the plane. Reid smiled as the focus drifted from him to Morgan, who was adamant he had only watched the first film on a date, desperately trying to claw back his sense of pride after admitting to watching a 'tween film'.
"Say all you want Morgan, we all know now you're a diehard Twihard." Emily cried out causing J.J to erupt in another bout of laughter.
"A Twihard?"
Tadaaaaa. What do you think? Too weird, too awkward? Please let me know what you thought. Basically i'm asking you to use your imagination so i don't have to write it.