Second chapter, and I've got some great reviews! Thanks so much! I'll get to the real story soon, but I really wanted to write a bit of fluffy character development first, it's just so much fun!
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She's not actually going to show up, was Spencer Reid's first thought that Saturday morning. There is no way she'll actually come over; she doesn't even know where I live! He got up, and showered, dressed. Trying to convince himself he hadn't eaten yet because he wasn't hungry, and failing miserably at it, he fed Orpheus and let the parakeet out for a little while.
Nevertheless, the sound of the buzzer from the front door going off startled him. "Who is it?" he asked, holding on to his bird as he spoke into the microphone.
"Santa Claus."
He chuckled and buzzed her into the building. He'd barely put the bird away when he heard her knocking.
"This is a beautiful place," Kyle commented as she stepped inside. She smiled at the sight of nearly wall-to-wall bookshelves, which were overflowing onto the floor. Overstuffed wingbacks were scattered through the room, each with its own reading lamp. "It's so comfortable." She turned her attention to Spencer, and asked, "You ready to go?"
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When Kyle handed Spencer her second helmet, he looked at her curiously. "What is it?" Kyle inquired, as she strapped her own under her chin.
"Are you sure you know how to drive this thing safely?"
Kyle laughed at the tiny break in his voice, and threw a leg over the seat. "Get on, Dr. Reid."
Spencer clambered on behind her, and looked around. "Where do I hold on?" He half yelled, as Kyle kicked started the bike.
"My waist," came the muffled reply.
He was glad she couldn't see him blush. He put his hands tentatively around her upper-waist, and then nearly jumped out of his skin as she tightened his hold, bringing him nearly flush to her back. He was doing his best to barely touch her, until she took off and he was holding on for dear life. She pulled into the light morning traffic, and abruptly cut across two lanes of traffic, leaving Spencer's stomach back at the corner. She navigated her way through the streets to a small outdoor cafe. She pulled up, and shut the thunderous motor off, leaving an odd sort of silence.
"Hey...Spence?"
"Yeah?" he was still shaking from the ride from hell.
"You can let go now. I mean, if you don't want to, that's fine, but people might start looking at us funny."
Spencer regained ownership of his arms quickly, flushing slightly. He followed her up to the cafe, and they placed their orders. "Oh, and make that to go, please." Spencer looked at her funny. "What? It's a beautiful day, and there's a park right across the street."
Spencer nodded, and grabbed the food, ignoring Kyle's protests. He led her across the street, and they parked themselves at a bench that was drenched in the watery sunlight. He dug out the bagels they'd ordered. She'd carried the coffees, and just stared at him as he dumped three packets of sugar into his.
"That can't be healthy," she said, looking slightly disgusted.
Spencer smirked. "It's not. Sugar is actually the only taste humans are born craving."
"Well, I think I can live without it in my coffee." Kyle grabbed her bagel and started to dig in. They ate in silence for a while, just enjoying one of the last nice days of fall. Soon, it would get a little too chilly to enjoy breakfast outside.
"I think I'm going to miss the snow," Kyle commented rather sadly. "It was the best way to spend Christmas; all that white fluffiness, and spring seemed so fresh. But," She looked at Spencer. "I think working at the BAU is a pretty good compensation."
Spencer smiled. "Trust me, it does. Now, what kinds of things were on your list again? Maybe I can help you figure some places out to find some of it."
Kyle grinned appreciatively. "I don't really have a favourite type of style, but I enjoy earthy and oriental, most of my stuff is fairly eclectic. I know there are some furniture stores around here, but I don't know if any of them will hold what I'm looking for."
"Well, if you don't mind dragging me along, I'm pretty sure I could find some of the little places you wouldn't necessarily look for." Spencer felt a small jolt in his abdomen as her face light up. It's just because she's thankful for your help, he told himself sternly. "Just one condition," he continued. "I get to drive."
Kyle laughed at him, but agreed. "All right, good doctor," She said, tossing him his helmet. "Then let's get going."
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When Kyle finally got home that evening, she was nearly in tears from laughing. She's barely had the spare fingers to unlock her door, and Spencer came in behind her, equally laden. She'd gotten nearly everything on her list, and there were a few items (like her new La-Z-Boy and leather couch) that were going to be delivered the next day. She dumped her packages on her island and turned to face Spencer. "What is it?" she asked.
"I hadn't realised you were in such need of this stuff. This place is kind of bare," Spencer commented, then blushed when he realised what he'd said.
"Yeah, it's kind of depressing. When I was working in Liberty, the apartment came pre-furnished, and before that I was in a dorm room. I think it's high time I get to furnish my own place." She stuck her tongue out at a package that didn't want to be opened. "All I need now is an area rug."
Spencer smiled. "This is a lot bigger than my place. But then, you'll have more people in it than I do."
"Probably not. I'm not a social butterfly, I didn't really have many friends growing up," she grunted as the package finally opened. "I spent a lot of time with my adoptive father's flowers."
"Yeah," Spencer replied, distracted by a fine view as she put her CD collection into her new case. He shook his head and turned before she caught him. He helped her put away some new dishes, and as the afternoon drew to a close, found himself unwilling to leave.
"Well, I guess I'd better go," Spencer said slowly, unmoving from his spot in the kitchen.
"Yeah," Kyle replied, looking down at her hands.
Come on, if you don't leave now, you won't at all. Spencer gave himself a mental shake and reached for his jacket. "I'll see you Monday."
"Yep, have a good evening." Kyle stood at the door as he walked out.
Spencer snorted to himself. For once, he wasn't really looking forward to perusing his Philosophy textbooks. He turned to say goodbye as she was closing the door, and the afternoon light flooding her apartment made her even prettier than usual. He was shocked at the direction his thoughts wandered as he rode the elevator to the first floor. It seemed a cold shower would be in order.
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