Evie's eyes fluttered open and her senses returned to her as she woke from a dream she couldn't quite remember. There was an unfamiliar surface below her and a very familiar arm wrapped around her waist. She could already tell she wasn't wearing any trace of clothing, her arms shivering from the open air caused from her arms being untucked from the soft blanket covering the rest of her body. She took a couple of seconds to remember where she was, smiling at the night they'd had. She treasured every night like the one her and Spencer had last night. She'd never felt closer to anyone else in her entire life.
Evelyn moved her eyes down to look at the tightly secured arm around the bare skin of her waist. She trailed her eyes up to see Spencer sprawled out on the floor, filling her chest with building feelings of excitement just from how adorable he looked in that moment. She loved waking up to watch him sleep. He looked so innocent, even younger. His hair was a complete mess which she loved. His eyelashes looked longer when his eyes were closed, his lips even softer as quiet breaths escaped them. He lied on his side, facing her. The blanket was tangled around him so that most of his chest and back were revealed, the cloth hanging loosely on his hip. One leg portruded, stretched out away from Evie.
She couldn't let this moment go uncaptured. With a careful hand, Evie enclosed his wrist in her grasp and gently moved the arm from around her waist, accidentally dropping it so it thumped on the floor. She froze while watching Spencer stir in his sleep, scrunching up his face and stretching for a moment before resuming the same beautiful position sprawled out on the blanket.
Evie let out a relieved breath before letting herself smile with excitement. She reached over and grabbed Spencer's discarded dress shirt to slip it on. The sleeves hung big on her arms that were way too small for the size. She buttoned the front up a few buttons. It reached just past her waist so she was covered up just enough. Evie stood and quietly made her way across the living room floor, bending her legs dramatically to try to not make too much sound.
When in her room, she slipped a new pair of underwear on before running to her nightstand to snatch up her sketchpad and a handful of pencils. It took her some sifting around to do through her drawer, but eventually she found an eraser as well.
Evie ran back to the living room, hoping that Spencer hadn't woken up or moved from his position. She was elated to find him tangled in the blanket in the same perfect way. She sat on the floor 'criss-cross applesauce'. She lied her sketchpad on her lap and set her pencils down in a perfectly straight line because she couldn't arrange them any other way. She studied Spencer, not being able to help the smile that spread across her lips.
As soon as she started scribbling out the shape of his body, there was no stopping her. Evie scratched the pencil across the page, trying to be as quiet as she could as to not wake Spence. She curved out the shape of his muscles and shaded in his touseled hair.
Lost in drawing, she didn't keep track of how much time had gone by. If she had to guess, she'd guess about seven to ten minutes before she was finally nearly finished. She continued to add highlights and shadows in just the right places. Engrossed in her work, the sudden break of silence made her jump.
"You done yet?" Spencer's sleepy voice came. He still had his eyes closed in the same way, but he was obviously awake now. Evie took a deep breath, regaining herself after he started her. An amused smile crossed her lips as she watched him open one eye to look at her.
"How long have you been awake?" she asked.
"A couple of minutes." Spencer answered, opening both eyes now. "Can I stretch now?" he asked, a pleading look in his eys. Evie looked down at her paper, an exact reflection of Spencer in front of her at that moment except in black and white. Satisfied, she looked back up at him and nodded. Spencer let out a relieved breath and turned on his back to stretches his arms and legs out. Evie closed her sketchbook after taking one more look at the picture. She set it aside just in time for her to feel a warmth on her leg. Spencer had crawled over and laid his head in her lap, bringing the blanket with him. Evie lightly laughed and stroked his hair, making him smile and nuzzle her legs.
"So I've been thinking about our Christmas plans." Spencer proposed, talking into the skin of her legs. Evie raised her eyebrows. She had been wondering about that too. Earlier that week that had been trying to decide whether they'd have time to visit both his mother and Evie's father. When Evie had called her dad he said he was free pretty much every day like always. She really wished he get out more. He never had been the same since her mom died.
"And?" Evie asked.
"Oh, I don't know. I just said I've been thinking." Spencer answered plainly, making Evie laugh. He frowned up at her with a confused gaze, obviously not getting the humor.
"Well, I'm starving. I'll make breakfast, then we can talk about it."
"Nuh-uh. I'm making breakfast for you." Spencer said, pushing himself up a bit to look at at her to argue.
"No, you relax. I'll get it."
"Nope."
"You're stubborn."
"You are equally as stubborn." Spencer pointed out. Evie rolled her eyes and leaned down to kiss Spencer on the nose.
"Fine. We can both make breakfast."
Once Spencer got dressed in a pair of boxers and sweatpants, Evie heated the stove to make pancakes. She set the pan out and waited for it to warm up while Spencer got all of the supplies from the pantry and put it on the counter. They usually liked to cook for each other, but sometimes they'd cook together as well. It wasn't a big kitchen, but they didn't mind.
"I think we should head down to Vegas for at least a couple nights." Evie said while putting her hand over the pan to check the temperature. She listened to Spencer bustling around with the pancake mix behind her, waiting for an answer.
"Why's that?" he asked over his shoulder. Evie kept her eyes down at the stove and shrugged.
"You rarely get to see your mom, we should probably stay a while." she explained her thinking. Suddenly she felt hands on her hips and Spencer's waist press into her lower back. He kissed the top of her hair softly, taking a deep breath. He did this a lot. Something about liking her shampoo, he said.
"Okay. We could do that. What about your dad?" he asked her, rubbing circles with his thumbs on her skin under his shirt that she was still wearing. Evie sighed and thought about that. She hadn't seen her dad since right before she started work with the BAU. He was a whole lot closer than Las Vegas though.
"We can just do one night." Evie responded, not saying anything else. Spencer's movements stopped and he just stood behind her with his hands stilled on her hips. She could tell he was going to question her.
"Only one night? Are you sure?" he asked, just as she suspected.
"Yeah." she plainly said, hoping he wouldn't profile her into getting more answers. Who was she kidding though. Once a profiler, always a profile.
"What's wrong, darling?" he asked, leaning down to rest his head on her shoulder. He turned his head to kiss the side of hers, making her smile just a bit. He wrapped his arms fully around her waist and pulled her close. She loved when he did that. It always created a sense of security.
"Nothing, nothing. I just- my mom was killed in the same house. My father refuses to move away." she said casually at first, then growing more and more quiet as her answer went on. Spencer stayed on her shoulder for a while. Evie listened to his breathing go in and out as she pretended to be interested in the heating pan on the stove. She really didn't want to make a big deal of this. It hurt less if she didn't talk about her mother's passing.
"I'll do whatever you want to do." Spencer's answer finally came. He quieted his tone to match hers and stayed in the same position. She wondered if he was falling asleep again. He liked to fall asleep on her shoulder.
"One night will be good, I think." she finalized, putting her hands on his arms that were still secured tightly around her waist. Spencer nodded and took a deep breath.
"So that'd mean... We'll get a flight to see my mom and arrive on December 20th. Then on December 23rd, we'll get a flight to your Dad's house where we'll stay until Christmas Eve which will be the day we'll get a flight back to DC in time to go to JJ's house for dinner. Sound good?" he said, planning out their schedule. Evie pursed her lips, thinking about it for a moment before nodding.
"Sounds good." she agreed. "I think this is warm enough. Get over there and make the pancake mix." she joked, nudging Spencer in the ribs lightly with her elbow. He lazily groaned in protest, but turned to go do it anyway. Evie turned to watch him pour the mix in a bowl. She watched his shoulder blades move with his muscles tightening in certain spots. She loved when he kept his shirt off.
Evie finally decided to stop staring and help him. She grabbed a measuring cup from the cabinet above her head, luckily forgetting about the almost-talk about her mother. She turned on the faucet and watched the water flow into the glass. It's not that she minded talking about everything with Spencer. It usually felt better afterwards in fact. Just even saying the word "mom" still made her sad. It had been thirteen years since she'd died and still she was shaken up. Evie guessed anyone would be after witnessing their own mother's murder in their own home.
Walking over to Spencer to pour the water in the bowl, she brushed the memories away. Spencer instinctively wrapped an arm around her waist as she approached, making her smile. She never would've guessed Dr. Spencer Reid was so cuddly when she first had met him.
Out of the corner of her eye, Evie saw Spencer raise his arm to look at a spot where he'd gotten pancake mix on. He frowned and then turned his arm to examine it more and lightly blew on his arm to blow off the powdery mix. Unfortunately he hadn't thought it through too well and all of the pancake mix blew off right into Evie, coating her hair and face with white powder. She squeezed her eyes shut and tensed, clenching her fists and listening Spencer go "ohhhhhh...".
"Sorry..." he whispered. Evie raised her hands to wipe the powder off of her face so she could open her eyes and look at him with an angry glare. Spencer made an innocent apologetic face and cringed away, but she could still see the corner of his lips turning up in an amused smile. So he thought it was funny?
Evie let her own smile spread across her face, but hers was different. It was an evil smile that made Spencer's fade away as he back up, his hands raised in a defensive position.
"Hey, hey... What are you doing?" he asked, fear in his voice. Evie cocked an eyebrow at him and started moving forward towards her cringing boyfriend. She reached out with one hand towards the counter at the same time, dipping her hand into the feathery light pancake mix that sifted through her hands. "Evie... Sweetheart..." Spencer said. He tried to hide his smile, but he obviously wasn't doing too good of a job at that.
When Evie had him backed up against the other counter across from her she threw the handful of pancake mix at him as he crossed his arms over his face in defense. Evie laughed, watching the particles floating in the hair from the powder fade to reveal Spencer covered with a layer of white mix all over him. He let his arms fall to his sides as he wiped the powder from his face and shot her a glare.
Soon it was much more than pancake mix. Spencer grabbed a cap full of cooking oil and got it all over the shirt she was wearing. Evie's mouth fell open in surprise as she looked from his shirt she was wearing and back up at him. He looked amused until it seemed like he realized what was probably coming to him. His smile faded as Evie reached behind her, grabbing something from out of his view. She felt the cool jar on the counter behind her and undid the lid, not letting her eyes leave Spencer. She took a small scoop of jam in her hand and began inching forward.
"Can we call it truce?" Spencer asked, but even he sounded like he knew it was hopeless. He backed up as Evie advanced forward, neither of them making any progress. There was no where to run for him though.
With one swift motion, Evie lunged forwards and smeared the jelly all over the bare sides of his cest and stomach, coating him with a deep red-purple color. Spencer gasped and Evie realised it had just been in the fridge so it was probably cold on top of the stickiness. His reaction time was faster than last time. In no time, she was covered with whipped cream from the half empty can that was unfortunately sitting on the counter in grabbing distance of Spence. It wasn't long before it turned into a full out war in the middle of the kitchen.
Evie hid behind the other side of the counter, ducking away from Spencer's aim. She grasped an egg in her hand for defense, pushing herself against the wall to hide as best as possible. She stayed there for a while, her heart pounding but her lips smiling despite herself. It was silent; way too silent. What was he planning?
Just when Evie was about to straighten a bit to see over the counter, arms wrapped around her from behind and she was lifted off of the floor into Spencer's arms. She shrieked and tried to struggle out of his grasp but it was no use. Spencer spun her around making her dizzy as she laughed. When he finally put her down, she felt cold water run down from the top of her head through her hair, soaking it completely through. She pressed her lips together and turn to glare at Spencer who was smiling with amusement.
"I win." He said. Evie smiled a fake smiled at him and reached behind him with the hand holding the egg and up to his head where she smashed it, watching the insides trickle into his hair. Spencer instantly wiped the egg out of his hair the best he could, his mouth agape and eyes wide with surprise as he looked at Evie.
"I don't think so!" she said, yanking herself out of his grip and ran into to the other side of the counter with Spencer close behind. Soon it was once again a full out war with Spencer throwing flour and Evie throwing more pancake mix. Neither of them even noticed that both of their phones were buzzing on the coffee table in the living room, willing for someone to answer.
Suddenly, Spencer reached a hand forward and enclosed it around Evie's wrist. He yanked her forward so that their bodies were pressed together. Her eyes lifted up to meet with his. There was flour sticking to the tips of his hair and his eye lashes. There was some smeared on his forehead as well. Evie smiled and reached up to wipe some of it away, making Spencer squeeze his eyes shut and squirm.
"Stand still!" she reprimanded. He huffed and pressed his forehead to hers. His eyes traveled down to her hair where there was undoubtably flour and mix and other foods all over. He smiled to himself while Evie watched him do so. His eyes traveled back up to her lips where he stopped and gazed with longing. Evie put a hand on the back of his neck and pulled him close, smelling a mix of ingredient probably on them both. She felt his soft lips press against her own. Evie's eyes fluttered closed and she relaxed into him, kissing him harder.
Everything was great until she felt cool whipped cream smeared all over her back under her shirt. Evie broke from the kiss with a gasp and jumped back to see a smirking Spencer.
"Oh, you're gonna get it."
The food war commensed relentlessly, even more intense than before. Within a couple minutes of the food fight, there was a knock at their door. Evie stopped with a handful of mix still in her hand. She lowered it slowly, looking at Spencer with wide eyes who stared back with the same expression.
"I'm going to go get pants." Evie whispered before running to the couch to find her shorts that they'd thrown aside the other night. She heard Spencer's footsteps walk towards the door as she slipped the cloth over her smooth legs that were covered with flour, cooking oil, and whipped cream. She took a moment to look herself over, realizing what a mess she was. She grimaced and made her way to stand behind Spencer so that she could just barely see over his shoulder but the view of her was obscured by Spencer's body.
She watched as he reached forwards and turned the knob, opening the door just a crack so he could see outside without whoever was out there seeing the mess they'd made of themselves.
"Rossi?" Spencer said, confused. he opened the door fully so that him and Evie were reveal to a well dressed Rossi who's eyes widened at the sight of them. For a moment, they all stared at one another. Evie shrank back from Rossi's judging and unapproving eyes. There was a spark of amusement there however, as he finally clapped his hands together.
"Did you get any breakfast in your mouths or did you miss every time?" Rossi asked them sarcastically. Evie watched Spencer grimace and glance back at her, his guilty expression matching her own. "Well if you both are done wearing your food, we have a case. We've been trying to call you." Rossi explained, frowning at them through thick eyebrows.
"Uh... Okay. We'll be right over." Spencer stuttered. Evie suddenly was struck with how funny it was. Spencer was standing shirtless in the doorway with jam smudges all over his chest, powder everywhere, egg in his hair. She suspected she didn't look much better.
"I'd hurry if I were you." Rossi said, nodding towards Evie while eyeing her strangely at her appearance. She smiled a thin smile and nodded.
"Yes sir." she said before Rossi shook his head with a small smile and turned to walk away. Spencer closed the door and looked at Evie.
"Alright. How fast can we clean up?"
So So So sorry I know I promised an update a while ago! I was writing at my rec center and when I got home all of the stuff I wrote there had been lost! It's taken a while to re-write! Anyway, I think I have my inspiration back so yay! I just needed a break! I'll try to be faster with the other updates!