She slept better than she had in quite a while. With him in the bed next to her, she felt so safe and secure.
She woke up to him rustling out of bed. She whined and reached to grab his retreating hand, earning a chuckle from the gorgeous man. He turned and planted a soft kiss on her forehead.
"Good morning, how did you sleep?"
He asked.
"I slept so good. You're so comfortable"
She yawned, stretching out in the bed.
"So are you. I wish I could lay in bed with you a little longer, but I have to get ready for work"
He said, patting her hand.
She whined in protest as he walked out of the room. She heard the bathroom door open and shut, and decided to make his coffee so he didn't have to buy any. She went into the kitchen and started the coffee pot and steeped a tea bag for herself. She yawned again and ran her fingers through her messy hair, blushing at the memory of last night. The weight of what they did almost froze her to the spot. Her whole body went hot and her heart raced. She finally got him. They crossed the line, and she finally got to worship him like he deserved.
She heard him shuffle to his room and close the door. He was getting dressed for work. She leaned on her elbows on the counter, clutching her tea mug. She took a sip, watching whatever was on tv through the opening on the bar. She dreaded watching Spencer go to work. How was she supposed to pass the time while he was gone?
Spencer came out of his room, looking as gorgeous as ever. His vest and button-up always did something to her, but today it was a whole new level of hot. It made her shiver. He walked into the kitchen, giving her a smoldering smile. She blushed and motioned for the coffee pot, which he thanked her for and poured himself a cup. It was a disposable cup she kept stocked for the man on the go. He leaned his back against the counter next to her and rested his head against the upper cabinets, sipping from his coffee cup and looking at her sensually.
"You look great this morning"
He smirked.
She giggled and rested her head on his arm. "You always look good Spence."
They sat in silence, just enjoying each other's company. It was a warm moment. Both of them were relaxed and calm. His heartbeat was soothing against her ear drums. The warm tea in her hands cascaded over her face, filling her lungs with its strong scent.
"Thank you, for giving me a chance."
Spencer said.
She looked up at him, pleased that he cared enough to thank her, but he didn't have to. She was more than happy to have him, it's all she ever wanted.
"You don't have to thank me Spence, I've been trying to snatch you up for almost a year"
She giggled.
"I know. Thank you for being patient with me"
He said softly.
She leaned over and kissed his arm. "I have endless patience for you Spence. I always will."
The relief in his eyes said it all. She took a drink from her tea and focused on the cartoons again. He leaned down and kissed her cheek, his lips burning a hole in the side of her face. Just the softest touch from him sent her into a hot mess, but there's nothing else she'd rather be.
"I have to go to work. I'll talk to you later"
He muttered.
She nodded and waved goodbye to him as he left. She hated saying goodbye to him, hated seeing him go. The world needed him though, needed a hero. She sighed and rested her head in her hands. What was she going to do to pass the time? The clock on the stove read 8, so she had 12 hours or more to kill. She decided to get dressed, and possibly pull one of Spencer's thousands of books off the shelf to read it.
She made her way to her room and changed into high waisted yoga pants and a tattered crop top. It wasn't her usual attire by any means, but she felt brave. She pulled her hair into a ponytail and walked into the living room to his library. She closed her eyes and randomly picked a book. She pulled it down and admired the old tattered cover. This must be very old. She carefully opened it, and saw a small note in it:
"Love is our true destiny. We do not find the meaning of life by ourselves alone; we find it with another."
She immediately closed the book, her heart sinking. She traced the spine, reading the title:
The Narrative of John Smith.
She put the book back on the shelf, her heart aching. Maeve must have sent that to him. It seemed like a very personal gift, and she remembered Spencer saying he didn't get too personal with his team. So the only person she knew of was Maeve. She didn't want to dig up old relationships and lose him, so she sat down on the couch instead. She mindlessly watched cartoons for hours. She was completely locked away in her own world. All she could think about was how lovely Maeve must have been, and how beautiful JJ is. She was no competition compared to them. She hated when she got in her own head like this, she always beat herself up and dragged her down into the abyss of despair for no reason.
Before she knew it, several hours had passed and it was getting dark out. She hadn't eaten anything at all, and didn't want to. All she wanted was Spencer home. His sweet face and soothing voice would make it all go away. She huffed and got off the couch, growing irritated with herself. She hated talking herself down, she knew it did no favors for herself. She made a blend of 3 different cheeses for a simple grilled cheese and quickly cooked it so she could have a snack. She wasn't hungry but she had to take care of herself. She cut it in half— diagonally of course she wasn't a monster— and nibbled on it as she sat down at the dining table. Spencer would have a come apart if he knew she ate food on the couch. She hummed her favorite song, surprised by how much the grilled cheese elevated her mood. She watched the cartoons on the tv while she ate. Normally she would feel childish for watching so many cartoons, but she couldn't bring herself to change the channel. She didn't understand why of course, but she couldn't watch the news right now. If she watched cartoons, the news didn't exist. She didn't want to drag herself down with worry by watching the horrible events going on in the world right now.
She finished her food and placed the plate in the sink. As she was washing her hands, her phone rang. The sudden noise caused her to jump. She quickly dried her hands off with the hand towel and answered the phone. It was Spencer.
"Hey, I was just thinking about you"
She giggled flirtatiously.
"Me too, that's why I called. I should be home early tonight, Emily sent me home"
He explained.
Emily? Who was Emily?
"Well that's good. It's so boring with you gone. What do you want for dinner?"
She asked.
"Honestly? I'm not all that hungry. I'll pick up a pizza for you, hows that?"
"Sounds fine. When can I expect you?"
"Less than an hour. I'm leaving now"
She told him goodbye and he hung up. It was such a simple, cold conversation but it eased her mind. It meant things were normal, that things were okay. She couldn't help but wonder if he regretted sleeping with her. He obviously wanted it in the moment, but did he see it as a lapse in judgement? She shook off the horrible thought and pulled her hair down from the ponytail. It had been rigid and kept in place all day so it hurt her scalp to run her fingers through her hair to give it any type of volume. She decided to keep the crop top and yoga pants on. It showed her stomach but Spencer had literally seen her naked the night before so that didn't bother her.
She thought about the Emily woman that Spencer mentioned. Obviously they were coworkers, but did she have the authority to send him home? She thought the tall intimidating man was their leader or captain or whatever. Did she have it wrong? Probably. She was often wrong about most things. That's why she was so glad to have Spencer in her life, he knew the answer to everything. He was a database of good and useless knowledge so the conversations were endless with him.
She shoved Emily and the old book out of her mind, she didn't want to bring herself back down. She was excited to see her hero. Her god. He would come in tired from his day at work and she would make him smile. That's all she lived for.
She washed the dishes in the sink, humming softly to herself. She tried to wash every chance she got so she could stay ahead of the mess, but thankfully Spencer wasn't the type to be messy. He ate maybe once a day, and even then it was only because he had to to keep his brain working at the capacity he liked it to. It was amazing to her that he remembers every word he's ever read, he never forgets anything. Except to call her by her first name of course.
She heard him come in while she was laying on the couch watching cartoons again. She quickly bounded over to the door to greet him, and was surprised by his lively attitude. He was in a great mood despite coming home from work. He sat the pizza box down on the dining table and pulled her in for a gentle hug. She graciously jumped into his arms and almost crushed the poor man. She was so excited to have him home.
"The best part of my day is coming through that door"
He admitted shyly.
Her heart soared. She's always wanted to hear that. She wanted to make his life better by any means necessary.
"Mine too! I miss you so much when you're gone!"
She smiled.
His hands traced up her sides and settled on her waist, she could see him eyeing the crop top. She expected as such, seeing as she never wore this attire.
"Did you work out today?"
He asked, tugging on the fabric struggling to hold her breasts up.
"Uh, no. I'm wearing it ironically I guess..."
She blushed.
"It looks good. Though I have to admit it looks good for... the wrong reasons"
He smirked.
How cheeky! His words sunk into her skin, making her heart jump. Was he really trying this?
"Is that so, doctor?"
She grinned devilishly.
Now was his turn to blush. "I can't help it, you created this monster."
She giggled. He was absolutely right. She coaxed him to jump off the edge and dive straight into bed with her and she took his virginity like the selfish monster she was. Did she regret it? Absolutely not. Never. It was the happiest night of her life.
"I'll happily take responsibility for it. I'd do it again too"
She teased.
He took his shoes off and placed them next to the door and unbuttoned his vest. He locked eyes with her as he slowly pulled it off, revealing the button up shirt underneath. Her thoughts started to go a little crazy, and all she could find herself thinking about was the night before and how she couldn't wait to have him in her clutches again.
"Do you like what you see, Cherish?"
He asked, giving her a smoldering smile.
"Do you even have to ask?"
She giggled, running her hands up his shirt.
"I want to hear it."
"Yes, I love what I see..."
That fueled him to give her a tender kiss. Before she had a chance to reach for his shirt, he took her hands in his. His soft slender fingers trapped hers in his. His eyes captured her in a tense gaze, she could see that he was getting excited just being around her, but he was trying to control himself.
"Good, but for now, let's relax."
He said, wrapping his arm around her shoulders and leading her to the couch.
They sat down and he turned it on another documentary. Her mind was racing, her whole body was hot. He knew what he was doing. He was right, she had created a monster. He was going to get better at playing games with her until one day she's not going to be able to withstand his charm.
She couldn't wait for that day.