Spencer Reid
I yawned and pinched the bridge of my nose. We had six cases back to back ever since we came back from the child case and I could barely hold my pen without my hand shaking from the coffee overdose I had taken to stay awake.
That was two months and a half of non-stop of profiling.
"You okay there, Pretty Boy?" Morgan chuckled as he got into the empty elevator with me.
"Trying to hold my pen right," I told him, staring at the pen in my hand.
"Okay but it's been a little too long," he said. I frowned and looked up.
"What're you-" my pen dropped to the floor as his lips pressed to mine rather aggressively. My eyes widened, registering what was going on. I closed my eyes, my hands going up to his broad shoulders. It had been a few weeks since we had been alone together because of the cases. We had shared a few chaste kisses here and there but never more. We were always busy or too tired.
"I definitely missed that," he murmured against my lips when he pulled away to breathe.
"I still am," I told him, feeling bold and pulling him back for another kiss. I felt his smirk before his tongue met my own in a small battle for dominance. It lasted only a few seconds because the elevator had dinged and we pulled away abruptly, putting enough space between us. I bent down to pick up my pen just in time as the doors opened. Morgan cleared his throat and we stepped out.
"We're continuing that later," he stated, not giving me time to answer before we separated and he headed into his office. I licked my lips and tried to hide my smile as I sat down.
Garcia: It's your own fault my private folder keeps growing.
I frowned, staring at my phone.
Me: What?
I face-palmed immediately after I sent the text. Of course, the elevators would have surveillance and of course, Garcia would be able to access them.
Me: Please tell me you can delete that footage. Also, why am I the one you're always telling? Shouldn't it be Morgan?
Garcia: I can, don't worry. And as for that, well Morgan doesn't get as flustered as you do. I can already imagine your face.
I rolled my eyes and set my phone down, shaking my head. I sifted through my files, going through the necessary, and filing. Thankfully, we hadn't been called in today.
"Wanna hang out tomorrow? I'd say today but we both need the sleep," Morgan said as we stepped out of the elevator and towards his truck.
"Yeah," I smiled, holding the strap of my messenger bag across my chest. He grinned and he peeled out of the parking garage, taking me home as it had become a routine.
"See you tomorrow, Reid," he stopped in front of my building.
"What time tomorrow?"
"Does 11 work? We could go for lunch and go from there," he thought out loud. I nodded.
"Okay, I'll see you then," I leaned in sheepishly for a kiss and he chuckled before planting the kiss on my lips. I stepped out and jogged up the short steps into my building. Hopefully, serial killers will be kind enough to keep my weekend free.
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I woke up at 9 which was pretty late even if I had caught up to do on my sleep. I took a shower and dressed in comfortable but presentable clothing.
Morgan: Wear a hoodie.
I stared in confusion at the three letters.
Me: Why?
Morgan: Because you rarely wear any and you look cute in them.
I blushed at the text and removed my vest, pulling out one of the two sweatshirts I owned. It was a college one from MIT which I had to order a new one because the one from when I was attending no longer fit. I slipped it over my head and tied the laces to my black converse. I still had about an hour left until Morgan would come by so I decided to reread a physics textbook. Sooner then I had realized, there was a knock at my door. I smiled and hopped off the sofa, setting down the book onto my coffee table.
"Morning, kid," Morgan grinned, holding a coffee out for me. I smiled and took it gratefully.
"Good morning," I stepped out of the apartment and locked the door.
"Where do you wanna go for lunch?" he asked as he got onto the street.
"Wherever there's grilled cheese," I told him with a shrug. He laughed and nodded.
"Alright," we had conversations about random things until we arrived at a small diner. We walked in and I followed Morgan into a booth. The lunch was filled with laughter and really bad jokes but it couldn't have been better. At one point, Morgan had ordered a milkshake and told me I had to drink from it from a second straw because it was polite to do on a date. At first, I was shocked and confused that he had suggested that and then he started laughing and I knew it was a joke. I laughed along with him and soon we had finished and left. We sat in the car for a while, trying to figure out what to do next.
"I don't know," I shrugged for the umpteenth time.
"Well me either," we sat in silence, contemplating.
"Do you wanna go to a library?" I asked sheepishly. Morgan barked out a laugh but I didn't know what was so funny.
"Is that your way of asking me to come over?" he raised his brows. My eyes widened and my face felt hot.
"No! I meant like a real library! A public one, very public and uh-" I fumbled for words.
"I'm kidding," he smiled. "We can go if you want," he nodded.
"Really? But you hate reading," I pointed out.
"Yeah but you don't," he shrugged. I pressed my lips together to keep a goofy-looking grin to appear on my lips.
"So we can go?" I asked and he nodded. I couldn't keep the smile tucked away and so it spread onto my face. I buckled my seatbelt and Morgan chuckled before heading in the direction of the library.
"You know, you're really cute," Morgan said, breaking the comfortable silence. I blushed. "I mean, at the mention of going to a library your face lit up, kid. It's adorable," he looked over at me briefly as we stopped at a red light.
"Uhm, thanks," I managed, staring at my lap. I'm sure my cheeks were bright in color and I didn't need him to see them because he would only tease me.
"I know you're blushing, you don't have to try and hide it from me," he said with a smirk.
"Shut up," I pouted to myself. I need to stop blushing so much.
"Don't worry, Pretty Boy. You look even cuter," he assured me which only made my face feel even warmer.
"Stop," I pressed my hands to my cheeks in an attempt to cool them down even though I knew it wouldn't. My hands are also warm because my blood was circulating therefore it wouldn't really do anything to press them to my cheeks unless they were frozen but they weren't, unfortunately. Morgan only laughed and pulled into a parking space.
We quickly found a spot to sit down in. I picked out a rather interesting novel to do with paranormal activity. I didn't really pay attention to whatever Morgan had begun to ready because immediately, the book enticed me with only the first few words.
"Hey superman, I think you're freaking the librarian out," Morgan chuckled. I pulled away from the page and looked at the librarian who seemed to be in her sixties with curly white hair, a pale face, and dainty features. Her name was Jane and I've known her for many years. I gave her a smile and she returned it.
"No I'm not, I just can't read slow, I don't like it," I shrugged.
"I don't understand how you have the capability to just read anything and be interested enough to continue reading it," he looked at me with a serious face.
"Well, unlike some people, my attention span is much larger and with more patience," I gave him a pointed look, going back to my book.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Nothing," I paid no attention and continued flipping the page every 12 seconds or so.
"You shady-"
"You're gonna get us kicked out," I told him, continuing to read my book. "Look the librarian is staring at us and it's all your fault if I get thrown out of my favorite library," I looked up at Jane.
"Spencer, I've known you for over ten years and you never told me you were married! How cruel of you. How long have you been together?" she seemed genuinely disappointed. Both Morgan and my eyes widened.
"We're not-" "We're barely-" we both started at the same time but she dismissed us with her hand.
"Please, I may be old but I'm not blind," she said rather smugly and I was taken aback. I never knew her to be so confrontational.
"I promise you, Jane, we're not married," I assured her, fighting the blush from appearing on my skin. "We've only barely started dating, it's only been a few months."
"Few months?" she seemed surprised. "That does not look like a few months," she pointed between us.
"We've known each other for over seven years, ma'am," Morgan smiled and she clapped her hands as if happy with his response.
"Oh how wonderful!" she clasped her hands together with an endearing look on her face. "I'm not one to 'look in the future' and all that nonsense but I do see good things for you two," she grinned. My face felt really hot and Morgan's lips were scrunched in the way he always did when he tried to hide a rather large smile from appearing.
"Er," I had no idea what to say. I had never been put in a position like that.
"Thank you," Morgan saved an awkward silence. She grinned and began to help an approaching student.
"What're you reading?" I asked, clearing my throat and looking at the book in his hands.
"I don't know. I only picked it because it had pictures. Too many words and I'll get bored," he shrugged. I had to keep from laughing loudly and managed a chuckle. I plucked the book out of his hand and looked through it.
"I was gonna ask if you wanted to read it together because it had pictures but nevermind," he sighed as he watched me close the book. I immediately felt bad. Huh, I never thought I'd feel bad for reading too fast.
"I'm sorry," I murmured. "What if we read another one?" I asked. He chuckled.
"I was kidding, Reid. Don't worry," he smiled and I rolled my eyes, scoffing. He made me feel bad for him, what a- "I mean, we still can, though," he stood up and put the book where he got it from, getting another one. He held it up for me to see as if asking if that was okay.
"I haven't read that one, yet," I nodded. He walked over to me and plopped down on the bean bag chair next to me.
"We're going at my pace here, Pretty Boy," he informed me. I licked my lips and nodded. He opened the book and I leaned in a few inches closer but still leaving enough distance between us to where it didn't look out of the ordinary.
Third Person
The book wasn't anything special. It wasn't even remotely interesting. Neither Spencer nor Derek were all that interested in reading and finishing the book. The only reason they even continued to go through it was because they were doing it together and that kept both of them entertained enough. Morgan would crack a joke about something the character did even if it didn't necessarily apply nor make sense. Reid would debunk his joke, speaking logistics about why or why it didn't make sense. Morgan would only roll his eye. He liked that instead of laughing at his terrible jokes like anyone else would, his favorite genius would react differently. Of course every now and then Reid would laugh even if the joke was especially terrible and Morgan appreciated it.
They spent multiple hours in the library, taking turns picking picture books, mainly children's books. They had decided against novels because it wouldn't be as fun since they were long, more serious, and of course picture-less.
They would create alternate endings or events throughout the book, each one funnier than the last. Morgan couldn't remember the last time he had fun like this, especially in a setting such as a library in which Morgan hadn't visited since studying for his college exams. Reid was completely ecstatic. He hadn't ever found anyone that would enjoy spending time with him in a library. He also hadn't ever had that much fun. If there was one memory that would be burned and ingrained into their brains forever, it was going to be this one. Neither of the two men would ever change it for anything in the world. It was something that was special to them both for individual reasons yet similar.
It was special to Morgan because while he also had fun, he was doing something that Reid loved deeply which was reading. It was something that Reid specifically liked to do and Morgan could make special. Make it something just a bit more.
It was special to Spencer because it was his favorite thing in the world to just read. He hadn't ever imagined he could find someone that would willingly spend hours reading with him. Derek had made something like reading that was usually more for leisure, into something fun and full of jokes. Made it something just a bit more.
"I'm sorry boys, the library is closing in fifteen minutes," Jane informed the two men who were quietly laughing at the new scenario Morgan had created. Both their eyes widened and immediately looked down at their watch. It was nearing 9 pm.
"We spent the whole day here?" Spencer gaped at the realization.
"What was it that you said a while ago about time?" Morgan raised an eyebrow.
"Did you know that when someone enjoys what they're doing it only feels as if time is going faster but it's still going at the same pace. But then again there's the argument over whether or not time exists because of the way it functions in the different parts of the universe," Reid recited out of thin air verbatim. Morgan shook his head and Reid shrugged. "What? You asked."
"Time doesn't go any faster, it only feels that way when you're enjoying whatever you're doing," he smiled at the genius. They both put the book away and said goodbye to Jane before leaving the library, slipping into Morgan's truck to get home. That night, both men had dreams of the future they desired the most and in both dreams, they starred in one another's.
I know it's been a while since I last updated I just feel so unmotivated to keep writing lol. Like I have really good ideas and plan for this story and when I sit down to write it's like it all blows away or something lol, zero motivation.
stay sweet x