I felt the bed shift next to me as I slowly roused from my sleep one morning, but I refused to open my eyes. It felt far too early to be getting up yet, even if the kisses now being placed on my neck were delightfully tempting. I resisted for a few more minutes until Spencer's voice broke the silence in the room.
"Merry Christmas, Mickey," He mumbled quietly as if he wasn't sure I was awake yet, but the smile that slid onto my face gave me away.
"Merry Christmas, Spencer," I mumbled back before a yawn took over as my hands tangled in his hair.
"I didn't mean to wake you up," He insisted, still placing kisses on my skin.
I giggled slightly, shivering under his touch.
"Liar."
"Alright," He smirked. "Maybe I did, but I have something for you to make up for it."
I opened my eyes and tugged his hair slightly to get him to look up at me.
"I thought we weren't doing presents! We had an agreement."
"I know," He nodded. "We were going to use the money to go on a nice date somewhere instead, but we can still do that. Besides, don't think I didn't notice the wrapped gift in your carry on bag."
"It's just something small," I confessed. "I saw them and couldn't resist."
"Them?" Spencer raised an eyebrow. "You got me more than one something and have the nerve to scold me for breaking the rules?"
Now it was my turn to smirk as I rolled my eyes.
"Oh, you profilers don't miss anything do you?" He shook his head. "Well if you'll untangle yourself from me I will get you your somethings from my bag."
"Mmmm," Spencer sighed as he buried his head back into my neck. "Or we could stay in bed a bit longer, maybe, uh, celebrate in a different way."
I laughed, but pushed him away from me, shaking my head.
"Not now!" I protested. "You've intrigued me with talk of presents, we can celebrate after."
Spencer groaned, but reluctantly climbed out of bed as I rolled off the other side, brushing my hair out of my face as I sleepily dug through my bag. Finding the small wrapped box at the bottom, I tugged it out before sitting back against the pillows as Spencer joined me, a small box of his own in his hands.
"You first!" I smiled, thrusting my present towards him.
It wasn't much really, but I couldn't resist when I saw them in a store near Spencer's house. I was a tad worried he'd already have something like it, but I hadn't seen any so I was hopeful.
In typical Spencer fashion, he carefully and gently unwrapped the box I'd handed to him, almost painstakingly slow. Once the outer layer was discarded he opened the box and pulled out the first of two ties. On it was the molecule symbol for caffeine.
"You seem to enjoy molecular symbols," Spencer smiled referring to my molecule themed birthday gift as well.
"I know," I giggled. "But whenever I see things like this in gift stores, I think of you. This one was especially fitting because you wear ties at work and you drink too much coffee!"
"It's perfect, thank you," He chuckled as he pulled out the second tie in the box.
This one was a tad less work appropriate as it had tiny little R2D2's all over it.
"I know you might not be able to wear that one to work," I explained. "But he was my favourite character when you made me watch the movies so I had to get it for you."
"I might be able to wear it," Spencer assured me. "Depending on the case. From far away it would probably just look like a strange pattern anyway."
"As long as I don't get you in trouble for your fashion choices."
"Never," Spencer smiled, leaning over to kiss me and mumble a thank you against my lips. "Now, would you like your present?"
I nodded eagerly and he handed me the box he'd placed on the bed. Unlike him, I tore the wrapping off and tossed it aside in a way not too different from how Jack had opened his gift. The box underneath gave nothing away so I quickly lifted the lid.
Inside was a beautiful necklace but the pendant on it was strange and I couldn't figure out what it meant. As if he was reading my mind, Spencer explained.
"It's a sound wave," He told me. "Of me saying 'I love you'."
I was blown away. It was such a beautiful gift and such a heartfelt idea. I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes as I stared down at it. Now I would always have his words close to my heart even if he was far away and couldn't tell them to me himself.
"Spencer," I started, not even sure what to say. "That's amazing. What a wonderful gift. Thank you so much. I'm sorry I, uh, didn't get you more."
"Don't be silly!" He scolded me, a soft smile on his face. "Your gift was just as thoughtful. I just know that you can't always reach me if we're somewhere remote on a case so I wanted you to be able to feel my love even if you can't hear me say it."
"That's beautiful," I said softly, blinking back tears. "Will you help me put it on?"
Spencer nodded and I handed him the box before turning so my back was facing him. I pulled my hair to one side, draping it over my shoulder as Spencer put the necklace over my head and quickly did up the clasp. I reached up to touch it, feeling Spencer place a soft kiss on the nape of my neck as I did so.
Spinning back to face him, I practically pounced on him as I pressed my lips against his, trying to communicate just how grateful I was for his gift. He smiled against them as the force of my movements pushed him onto his back. I moved so I was straddling his hips as our mouths continued to move with passion and urgency.
"You knocked me over," He murmured, his voice low when our lips finally parted.
I smirked and pulled the hair elastic from my wrist to throw my hair into a quick messy bun as I watched him underneath me.
"That's fine," I purred, leaning down to place a kiss just below his earlobe. "You just lay back and relax, I'll take care of you."
I felt him swallow hard as my lips grazed over his Adam's apple.
"W-what do you mean?"
I ignored his question, knowing he'd get his answer soon enough and continued tracing kisses down his neck towards his chest. As we'd not been out of bed yet this morning, he was still wearing just his boxers which made my journey down his chest and stomach, nipping and licking my way, even easier. He squirmed beneath me, biting back groans as I did my best to draw them out of him. He was unable to resist though as I made it to my target location, running my hand gently over him through his underwear.
I watched him toss his head back against the pillow, his fingers clenching the sheets as I felt the heat grow between my legs at the sight. I was going to enjoy this. It was something I hadn't had the chance to experience and I was ready to soak up every moan and twitch of his hips. Eager to get started, I pulled him out of his boxers, lazily moving my hand up and down his shaft. He was already semi-hard and my actions were quickly getting him all the way ready.
I looked up and saw him staring down at me, his hair wild and his eyes wide with anticipation. I smiled and bit my lip, my hand still stroking him gently before I leaned forward and placed a soft kiss against his tip. He gasped and moved his hand to my head, his hand not forcing me in anyway, but arousing all the same as he gripped my hair.
Figuring he'd been teased long enough now, I placed my tongue at his base, licking slowly along his vein before taking him in my mouth. I heard him groan again as his grip tightened on my hair. I moaned quietly around him as I slowly slid him into my mouth.
I was a tad nervous, it had been a while since I'd practised these skills, but his noises and whimpers as I continued bobbing my head up and down seemed to be a clear sign I was doing something right. I carefully pulled back until he was no longer in my mouth, returning my hand back to his now impossibly hard erection.
"I love pleasing you like this," I told him, kissing his hip bone as I stroked him. "Are you enjoying it?"
He went to answer, but as my thumb wiped away the bead of moisture that had appeared on his tip, he simply closed his eyes and nodded. Pleased with the response, I went back to work, taking him back in my mouth, sucking gently on the tip before sliding him all the way to the back of my throat. His hips pressed up to meet me as I moved my mouth back up, but I moved my hand to hold them still. Using my other hand, I began stroking his base as my lips stayed more focused on the top.
I sucked, swirling my tongue around his tip, noticing what movements made him groan and twitch and I could soon tell he was getting close. I looked up at him to find him watching me intently with a look on his face that I was growing very familiar with. I picked up my pace just a tad, moaning against him one more time before he gripped my hair and choked out some kind of warning. I stayed focused, continuing my efforts until I felt him release into my mouth.
Once I was sure he was done and his hand fell from my head to the bed as his chest heaved, I pulled away and quickly swallowed, wiping the spit from my chin.
"Did you know," Spencer panted as I crawled back up to lay by his side. "There's actually a decent amount of protein in semen? Zinc too which is great for your skin."
I stared at him blankly for a moment, wondering if he was being serious, but then I remembered who I was dealing with and that of course he was serious.
"We need to work on your pillow talk," I told him, a smile on my face as I shook my head. "A simple thank you would suffice."
Spencer grinned before mustering up the energy to roll on top of me, pressing my back against the bed.
"Well maybe that was my point," He said, his lips hovering above mine. "Maybe you should be the one thanking me."
My jaw dropped at his ridiculous statement, but I could tell from the twinkle in his eyes that he was just messing around. I tried to playfully push him away anyway though as punishment for his rude comment.
"How ungrateful, Dr. Reid," I scolded him with a smile as I squirmed and tried to get away.
He laughed, but kept his body weight against mine to keep me in place.
"I was just kidding," He smirked, leaning down to kiss my collarbone as my movements slowed. "Now stay still and let me thank you properly."
I giggled and did what he said as he slowly kissed his way down my body like I had done to him not that long ago.
A few hours later I found myself cooking a very important meal on the tiny stove top in our hotel room.
The original plan for the evening had been for Spencer and I to go over to his mother's hospital to have dinner with her there, something that was open to the families every year. But I felt like that seemed a bit boring for poor Diana who spent every day cooped up in the same place so, after our wonderful morning activities, I pitched an idea to Spencer. If his mother had permission to leave the hospital, perhaps we could take her out somewhere nice for dinner instead. He instantly became anxious at the thought though and explained that even on a good day, Diana found small things very overwhelming and being in a restaurant would definitely not end well.
But it was Christmas and I felt like she deserved something special which is when I got the idea that she could come to our hotel room and I would cook for us all. Our room was massive and came with a tiny kitchen, it wasn't much, but it had a stove top so it was enough to whip something up. The change of scenery would be nice for his mother, but still in a secure area away from the hustle and bustle of the city.
He still seemed apprehensive, but called her doctor to check if it would be alright and once he confirmed that our plan would be just fine, Spencer seemed to get on board. We ran out to the store to gather some supplies and tidied up a bit before I started cooking and Spencer went off to pick up his mother.
I was just about finished chopping and organising all the vegetables when they got back. Due to the limited space and lack of a full stove, I figured a stir fry would be the easiest choice and it would be quick to prepare. I looked over as Spencer held the door open for Diana and my heart sank a bit when I saw her. She looked really anxious and unsettled and I was starting to think maybe it was selfish of me to want to bring her out of her comfortable environment.
"Hi," I smiled softly, hoping I hadn't bullied Spencer into pushing her too far. "How're you today, Diana?"
"I'm well, thank you," She returned my smile as Spencer closed the door behind her and led her over to the couch. "It's so lovely of you to invite me here."
"Yeah? I hope it wasn't too much hassle. I just thought it might be a nice change."
"It is, absolutely," She nodded. "Those doctors barely even let me outside."
"You get outside time every day, Mom," Spencer reminded her. "But it is nice to have you here."
"It's nice up here," She nodded. "I'm glad to be out of that lobby though, you never know who might be listening."
"No one's listening," Spencer assured her as he sat down with her, a fond smile on his face.
It was nice to see them together outside of the hospital. Diana seemed a tad more on edge, but if she was happy to be here then I was hoping she'd relax soon and Spencer was
obviously much calmer here than he was when we were in the hospital. Being there seemed to be a reminder that he'd forced her there against her will and we were more than capable of keeping her calm and happy in the quiet room with just the three of us.
"Would anyone like a drink?" I asked, grabbing some glasses from the little cupboard. "We have tea, coffee, orange juice and of course, water."
"Just water will be fine," Diana informed me as Spencer agreed. I nodded and put some oil in the pan to heat up while I poured the drinks. "Do you cook often?"
"Not really," I confessed as I took their drinks to the little living area. "I'm trying to get better at it, but I do get lazy."
"Don't worry though," Spencer shot his mom a wink. "I picked up a few take out menus earlier so we have options if the food isn't edible."
Diana looked momentarily shocked, but as I laughed and rolled my eyes she realized he was just joking.
"Spencer Reid," She scolded, shaking her head with a smile. "You were raised to be politer than that."
"Don't worry," I smirked. "I'm perfectly confident that my cooking abilities are far better than Spencer's so I'm not at all offended."
"You cooked when you were younger," Diana reminded her son, surprised by my words. "You were always trying new things, trying to entice me to eat on the hard days. You always said that cooking was just another type of science."
"Are we talking about the same person?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. "It's always take out and coffee when he's in charge of dinner."
Spencer shot me a sheepish look as I went back to add some veggies to the now hot enough pan.
"I got out of the habit," He admitted. "Work's alway so busy, take out is just faster and easier."
"And not as good for you," Diana pointed out, her voice stern, but motherly. "That job of yours is always getting in the way. It's not good for you."
"Well he doesn't cook on weekends either," I shouted over from the stove. "So I think he's just making excuses for his bad habits."
"No wonder you're so skinny," She murmured, shaking her head.
"I'll try to fatten him up by the next time you see him."
Spencer voiced his protests at my teasing, but it was all good hearted fun and it was so nice to see them both enjoying their time together.
Dinner went fairly well. It wasn't restaurant quality, but it was certainly edible and the hotel didn't get burnt down in the process so I took it as a win. Diana was a wonderful guest, raving constantly about how delicious it was through the whole meal and even Spencer admitted he was impressed.
My heart was almost as full as my stomach by the time we finished the cake we'd bought for dessert. Diana had relaxed and no longer seemed anxious about being away from her home and Spencer seemed so bright and happy to be seeing his mother like this. I think the fact that the evening had so far gone well helped reassure him that his mother was getting the treatment she needed and even if she still had the occasional bad day, she was doing well.
I cleared all the dirty dishes from the table, leaving them in the sink to deal with later as Spencer flicked on the television to an oldies station and left it on low in the background. He'd mentioned before that his mother would have oldies on the radio when he was young, before she started getting sick and it was a nice little nostalgic moment for them. Once we'd all settled back on the couches, we decided it was the perfect time to give Diana her present.
Spencer wandered over to grab the wrapped book from his bag as his mother gave him a stern look.
"Oh, you two," She sighed. "You didn't need to get me anything."
"We know that," I smiled. "But we wanted to."
She hesitantly took the gift from Spencer and peeled the paper off just as slowly as he had earlier that day. Inside was a first edition of one of her favourite books that Spencer and I had stumbled across in a second hand bookstore on our second day in Vegas. At first I had thought that a book might not be very interesting for her since she was already so well read, but Spencer pointed out she didn't have much else to do with her days and when we saw the book she was now holding in her hands, I knew it was perfect just from Spencer's reaction.
"Where on earth did you find this?" She asked, grinning from ear to ear.
"Just in a little bookstore," Spencer shrugged. "I didn't think you had that one."
"I don't! Oh, Spencer, I love it." She stood up and pulled him into a hug before turning to me as well. "And thank you as well, Mikayla."
I was surprised, but pleased when she pulled me into a hug as well. Spencer's eyes were wide as he looked at me over her shoulder, but I squeezed her back before letting go.
"You're more than welcome," I smiled. "Merry Christmas."
She was about to reply when the song changed and a familiar old tune filled the room. Her eyes lit up and her smile widened even more at the sound.
"This song," She practically whispered. "When you were a boy you loved it. We would dance to it almost every day."
Spencer and I strained to hear it, but a look of recognition slid onto Spencer's face as I turned the volume up a few notches. It was Can't Take My Eyes Off You by Frankie Valli and the 4 Seasons.
I began swaying slightly, singing along as the second verse came on drawing curious glances from both Spencer and Diana, but much to Spencer's surprise his mother nervously began to sing along as well. She stayed quite still at first, but by the time the first musical horn interlude came on she had a good little bop going. I grinned at the sight and skipped over to Spencer, grabbing his hands in mine, making him move with me. He was stiff, almost in shock at what was happening, but just before the interlude ended, he spun me around and pulled me towards him earning a shriek of laughter from his mother.
"I love you, baby," He sang along with us. "And if it's quite alright, I need you, baby..."
I laughed through the words, swaying with him until the next interlude when I pulled myself away from him and nodded towards his mother. Taking the hint, he reached for her hand and pulled her in for a dance.
If I thought my heart was full before, it was practically burst now as I watched them dance together, laughing and singing along without a care in the world.
It wasn't long after our little dance break that Spencer had to take his mother back to the hospital. I stayed behind to clean up the dishes and let them have some more time together as we were leaving the next day and wouldn't be seeing her again. Just before they left she pulled me into another hug and told me again how happy she was I'd met Spencer.
"You're a beautiful person inside and out," She told me, squeezing me tight. "Thank you for a wonderful day."
I told her it was no problem before we parted and I leaned in to kiss Spencer on the cheek. He surprised me though by pulling me in for a hug as well.
"I'll be back soon," He mumbled into my hair before leaning down to kiss my cheek, his lips lingering by my ear. "I haven't heard her laugh like that in years. Thank you."
My heart melted at the sincerity in his voice and I stroked his cheek, knowing we would have more time to discuss the day when he got back.
"It was my pleasure," I smiled as they headed out the door.
And it was. It was an absolute joy to see Spencer have such a wonderful, carefree time with his mother. I knew he worried about her and I knew she worried about him so for them to be able to have a good old happy family Christmas and let me be a part of it was the best gift I could've been given.
Note:I was hoping to have this one up on Friday, but I actually had a social life on my days off this week and that got in the way. But don't worry, that's a bit of a rarity so hopefully I'll be back to posting every other day or so this week!
I don't know how to put links on here so...
This is the first tie: . /caffeine_coffee_molecule_chemical_diagram_tie-151284411907497515
This is the second: . /Star-Wars-mens-R2d2-Necktie/dp/B0749ZFVDZ/ref=sr_1_20?s=clothing&ie=UTF8&qid=1532645466&sr=1-20&refinements=p_89%3AStar+Wars
And this would be something similar to Mickey's necklace: /product/waveform-silver-pendant/
