Spencer Reid
"Ow, jeez, Spencer," I heard Derek groan. "If you wanted me to move you could've just said something," my eyes fluttered open and I saw Derek holding his nose.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hit you," I felt embarrassed, scooting closer to examine his nose. I brushed his hands away and looked at it. Leaning down, I pressed a soft kiss to the tip of his nose on impulsion.
"You can smack me anytime if I get those in the morning," he grinned, brushing stray hairs out of my face.
"I'm sorry," I apologized again, smiling as I inspected every one of his flawless features.
"I like waking up to you next to me," he confessed, tapping the tip of my nose, my face scrunching naturally.
"I do, too," I admitted. The smile he sported was something I wanted to frame and have with me forever.
"How about we get ready, catch some breakfast, and then head to this festival of yours?" Derek propped himself on his elbow, caressing the sides of my face with his index finger.
"Sounds great," I nodded.
"Alright, let's get to it," he leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss on my lips before getting up.
"We can stop by your house so you can grab a fresh pair of clothes but you can shower here," he told me, stretching out his arms. I'm not sure when he had stripped down to just his boxers but I wasn't complaining a single bit.
"Okay," I nodded, swinging my legs over the side of the bed and standing up. I felt a rush of air hit my bare legs and I shivered. Wait, bare legs? When did my pants come off?
"You pushed them off halfway through the night," he said once he noticed what I was looking at.
"Oh, I'm sorry," I blushed tugging at the ends of the long shirt. It wasn't huge, but it reached about mid-thigh.
"Don't be baby, you're cute," he flicked my nose as he crossed the room to get into the bathroom. I scrunched my nose again, rubbing it viscously because of the lingering sensation. Usually, if someone were to flick my nose like that I would've probably said something but from Derek? I loved it even if it made my nose scrunch.
I scanned the items in the room. His room was neat and dark, which you would expect a single adult man's room to look like. The walls were a dark shade of blue, dark wooden nightstands, desk, wardrobe. His bedspread a lighter shade of blue accompanied with white fluffy pillows. There was a single mirror sitting on top of the short wardrobe which I was surprised to find. Let's just say Morgan's been caught checking out his own reflection a few times.
I sat on edge of the bed, swinging my legs as a child would. His room smelled like him which was a no-brainer. He smelled nice, really nice. I scanned the rest of his room lightly, bothering to think into things because I didn't want to profile him. I searched for some sort of reading material and when I didn't find any, I left his room to search in his living room.
"There has to be at least one book," I murmured to myself as I dragged my mismatched socks across the dark wood of his apartment floor. That's when I spotted the cookbook in one of the kitchen corners. It wasn't much but it was some sort of reading material. I sat down on the sofa, opening to the first page and reading through the recipes. Some of them looked pretty delicious though I wouldn't attempt them because I didn't want to burn down my apartment building.
"Only you could be so engrossed in a cookbook like that," my ears perked at the sound of his voice and I turned towards him in seconds. He was standing in all his wet glory. His body shined with water, droplets running down his toned torso.
"Well- you uh, didn't have anything else to read," I explained, forcing myself to look away before he noticed. If he did, he didn't comment for once.
"I'll make sure to get some books then, Pretty Boy," he chuckled, using a second towel to dry off his chest and I was almost disappointed to see the nice gleam go.
"You'll get books even if you won't read them?" I asked, cocking my head to the side in confusion.
"You're going to read them. If they make you happy then yeah. Why wouldn't I get them?" he frowned as if genuinely wondering why I had thought that.
"Er, I don't know," I stood, closing the recipe book. "I just didn't think that your lack of books would make you want to buy some because I said I couldn't find anything to read in your apartment," I emphasized on the word 'your'.
"I'll get you anything you want, you know that right?" he perked a brow. "Even if it's something like having books in my apartment, as you put it."
"I know but you really don't have to," I shuffled closer to him.
"Ah, no arguing about this. It's set and done, baby boy," he gave me a smile. "Now get your cute butt into the shower so we can get to this convention you want to go to."
"It's a film festival," I corrected as I made my way towards his bathroom.
"It's Russian, that much I know," he shrugged before following me into the bedroom. I closed the bathroom door behind me and I turned on the showerhead, adjusting it to the right temperature before stripping off the remaining clothes on my body.
I took a quick shower before dressing back into the clothing Morgan had lent me and he took me back home where I dressed normally.
"You want breakfast or just coffee?" he asked as we pulled away from my apartment building.
"What do you want?" I looked over at him.
"Whatever is fine with me. But I'm not really that hungry in the mornings," he shrugged.
"Me either," I agreed and so he took us to the nearest coffee shop before driving away towards the address I had given him.
"This place is huge," Derek commented as he pushed his sunglasses farther down his nose to look at the entirety of the festival.
"It's great, isn't it?" I smiled, excited to go and look for an interesting film to watch.
"You can put it that way," he nodded with a chuckle. He removed his sunglasses, tucking them in the dip of the tight v-neck he was sporting. "How far away are we from Quantico right now?" he asked with a small smirk.
"60 miles, why?" I frowned, not understanding why that information was necessary.
"Because I think that's far enough to where it's safe to do this," he gripped my hand tightly making my stomach begin to bubble in joy.
"I guess so," I tried to suppress the massive grin that was threatening to appear.
"Where to first, doc?" he perked a brow, looking around in confusion.
"Have you watched Frankenstein?" I asked hopefully. He bowed his head in the answer form of 'yes'. "Well, there's a Russian version playing. It'll help you understand better because you already have a grasp about what's going on and the plot and of course what they're saying because your memory picks up on things like that on its own," I explained.
"Whatever you wanna do, baby," he squeezed my hand with a smile and I nearly wanted to melt. Oh God, I sound like Garcia.
"Okay," I managed bashfully. Was he even real?
I lead us towards the area in which they would be playing the movie and I couldn't pretend that showing off the minimal PDA didn't make me happy. I usually despised it but I also didn't really like being touched by people though of course, Derek was the exception. I liked it when he touched me and I didn't mind at all showing little affection like this public.
We entered the room where the movie would be showcasing and sat down.
"That's a lot of nerds in one place," Derek commented as he watched the people spill in. I rolled my eyes and fiddled with my tie, anxious for the movie to start. No one ever really came to these sorts of events with me, I usually end up coming by myself so I do whatever I want, how I want it. But with Morgan here, I was just a bit more aware and well, awkward.
"What're you thinking about?" he asked, looking over at me.
"I don't know, just how I normally go by myself to these things," I answered easily.
"Do you like that I'm here with you?" he asked tentatively.
"Yes," I nodded with a smile. "I really like it," I assured him with a smile that he returned.
"Good," he turned back to the screen as the lights began to dim everyone around us began to quiet down. The movie started shortly and immediately Derek's eyebrows came together in the center, completely confused. He looked adorable and I wanted to just cup his face but instead, I began the translation.