an: more jemily, alcohol, marijuana use, ~18+ themes~, lots of gooey fluff

"You're my Star, a stargazer too,

and I wish that I were Heaven,

with a billion eyes to look at you."

- Plato

I bit my lip hard in a futile attempt to hide a grin, as Spencer brushed his fingers across my thigh under the table. Mr. Rossi had just finished his toast to the team, and my promotion, which was far too generous. Shortly after I was cleared for the stipend, I was contacted by a higher up about a permanent job with the BAU. It was an immediate and obvious answer for me, especially since they offered a tuition relief package and I was only two fall classes away from graduating. And it wouldn't hurt that it meant spending more paid time around Spencer.

He was much different drunk - his eyes were dark and half-lidded, a grin plastered on his face nearly at all times, and my god he was touchy. I tried not to think too much about testing him alone, or it would be written all over my face. My favorite part about the drunk doctor, though, was that he couldn't keep his eyes off of me after we came inside. After a week of distant flirting, it felt really good (albeit, quite embarrassing) to be seen together by our coworkers.

Our coworkers. The thought of working with the team for longer than a summer sent a warm rush of happiness through my chest. Although for a few months I was just the coffee girl, they welcomed me, and Garcia practically adopted me. I finally felt at home.

"...and to the young lovebirds," Agent Morgan's laugh brought my attention back to the table. His arm was looped through Garcia's, grinning so wide I thought his face would crack. "Who just can't keep their hands off of each other."

Punctuating his speech with a wink, he brought the table together with giggles and hushed drunken whispers. I slouched in my seat with a sheepish smile, my face feeling white hot. Spencer's palm rested full on my bare thigh, his thumb gently grazing up and down - I was so thankful Garcia picked out the mini dress.

After dinner, Emily - who insisted I call her such, since apparently we were best friends now - flashed a cigarette and invited us to the garden. The four of us sat together among the cover of well-trimmed hedges and blossomed perennials that all began to look the same. When I got a closer look, I realized she hadn't brought a cigarette, but a joint. Spencer seemed to notice at the same time, and even in his stupor began to shift uncomfortably.

"I've never, um, tried that before," he whispered, propping his chin on my shoulder. I leaned back, resting my weight on my hands, and gave him a reassuring kiss on the forehead.

"It's not that bad," I smiled. "Apparently, FBI agents know how to party."

Emily's melodic laughter filled the air as she took a long puff, then twisted her fingers into JJ's hair and pulled her into a kiss. Smoke gently billowed between them, flowing out of their noses and between their lips. Spencer entwined our hands and held tightly as she passed it over to us.

"See? It's easy," I gave him another peck on the nose, following suit and inhaling as much as I could handle. I gently pressed my lips to his, parting his lips with my tongue and slowly let the smoke fill his mouth. This seemed to help ease him, as his kiss grew more fervent and confident. He squeezed my hand and pushed his tongue further into my mouth, breathing so heavily there was barely any smoke left to escape. I fought back a groan, remembering our colleagues sitting only a few feet across.

"Alright, you two, get a room," JJ laughed, resting her head in Emily's lap.

"That's not a bad idea," I grinned against Spencer's kiss. "My place?"

Spencer happily obliged, lifting me over his shoulder and smacking my thigh. "I'll call a ride!"

I fumbled to get into my dark apartment as Spencer pressed playfully against my back, slithering his arms around my chest. As soon as the door shut, he was pushing off the fluffy mound that surrounded my shoulders and kissing me between each labored breath. I giggled and stumbled backwards towards the bedroom, leading him by his tie.

"You should wear a suit more often," I teased, coming up for air. "But I think it would look much better on the floor."

He licked his lips and clamored at the buttons on his shirt, never breaking my gaze. I backed off, biting my tongue in a smile and sprawling out onto the bed, enveloping myself in its comfort. Down to his boxers, Spencer climbed on top of me and pecked playfully all over my chest.

"That dinner was more fun than I expected," he laughed, tugging at the hem of my dress. "I couldn't stop thinking about how short this dress is!"

I giggled and pushed him playfully, gently biting his lower lip. "You like it? I thought of you when I picked it out."

The words were falling from my mouth before I could think, but I didn't care. Even only really knowing Spencer for a few days, I was falling for him hard.

"Well, I'm all yours," he breathed, planting a warm wet kiss on my collarbone, pushing the dress over my head and out of the way. "You had me from the moment I saw you."

My hips bucked at his words and I pulled him down into another kiss.

"You mean when you spilled coffee all over my nice shirt?" I grinned, running my hands over his bare torso. He feigned shock, his curls bouncing and sticking to the sweat forming on his forehead.

"Yes! Exactly that moment!"

Spencer engulfed me in a suffocating hug, burying his face into my neck. Laughter erupted from the both of us as he gnawed playfully at my neck.

"Fuck! I think I might be in love with you," he grinned and flopped off of me, onto the bed.

My heart either stopped, or was beating so fast I couldn't feel it anymore. I curled over onto my side, reaching for his cheek. Even under several influences, he was the cutest thing in the world.

"Fuck it, me too," I giggled, inching closer to him and resting my head on his chest. "I think I might be in love with you, too."

He wrapped an arm around my shoulder and pulled me in, enveloping me in his flustered body heat. I traced shapes on his chest with my fingers, before his hand found mine and intertwined them again.

"Let's just lay like this for a while," he muttered, pressing his lips against my hair.

A wide smile spread across my face and I squeezed his hand. Thankfully, it was a weekend, so we didn't have to be at the office for a few days.

Not that we really planned to get much rest, anyway.

thank you SO much to everyone who read this; i truly didn't expect anyone to see this, let alone leave such warm feedback! i've never written much before so it means a lot that some people in this corner of the internet can enjoy it.

i intentionally didn't include any explicit smut, it just didn't feel right for the story - i like goofy, playful, teasing spencer, and there's PLENTY of other amazing stories for y'all to get your fix. maybe i'll write some in the future, but for now i feel like spencer deserved some fluff and fun!