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The evening was casual.
Well, actually no. Because it was only 2 mounths since FBI hired Spencer and both of you haven't gotten used to it. Especially you. You felt confused when he told you about his plan to join the FBI academy on your dorm's bed, while his head was on your lap. How someone sweet and young like Spencer could catch criminals across the country.
But also you felt incredibly proud for him, when Spence said that he graduated from the FBI Academy. The next day, you bought a cheap vanilla cake from a shop near your university, paid for by the money you’d earned working as a waitress. Thankfully it wasn't that bad...
And this evening you were cooking a pasta with chicken and waiting for him in his apartment. Currently you were waiting the chicken to fry completely before add the creamy sauce. You loved cooking for Spencer, taking care of him. He often skipped meals, because of his work's schedule. And when the team finally gets to eat, it was a fat take out.
10 minutes later the meal was done and in that moment you heard a familiar sound of keys turning in doorlocker. Quickly walking to the hallway, you smoothed a few strands that falled out from messy bun. The door opened with creak and there he was — your lovely boyfriend who looked tired as hell (of course). His slicked-back hair looked a little dishevelled, and there were small ink stains on the sleeves of his striped shirt.
The doe eyes lit up instantly, when they landed on you. He dropped his leather bag, before circling arms around you, burrowing face into the crook of your neck. You smiled at his clinginess, already feeling exited for your evening. You loved, when he relaxed in your presence. All day he probably was nervous and tensed, especially on his new work. He tried so much to prove that he is worthy of a place in the FBI despite his age.
"Hey, Spence," you said softly, rubbing his back. The fabric of his knitted waistcoat felt soft under your fingers. You both pulled away slightly, to look at each other closer.
"Hey," Spencer's voice sounded tired, but gentle. His eyes were tracing your face, darting side to side. He blushed slightly, when your eyes met his. After a moment of staring, he cleared his throat and stepped back a little. "How was your day?"
You chuckled softly at his bashfulness. Such a cutie.
"It was usual," you replied, watching him taking off his shoes. Of course, there was colorful socks.
You told him how you spent your day. How you draw doodles during the history of psychology
and how some frat boy was mean toward you on your shift and how you saw a cute girl in the bus, when you were taking bus to his apartment.
Spencer was smiling dorkily, then giving you a sympathetic look and words of support. By the end you ended up in his bedroom. He was taking off his vest and tie, while you were sitting on the edge of the bed.
"Oh and also I made a dinner, in case if you didn't notice the smell already," your words were teasing.
"Oh, uhm, yes! Of course, I did notice. It's smells amazing by the way," he said quickly, fumbling with vest.
You giggled again, feeling a warm that spreading in your chest. God, you loved evenings like that. When he didn't need to stay late on the work and you could spend time together. And you already felt giddy about your weekend together.
After he took a shower, you were in the kitchen. Spencer thanked you a multiple times, while he was putting dinner onto his plate. He appreciated every thing you gave him. You just smiled and said it's nothing.
At the table, you asked him how his day had been, tracing patterns on his hand wich was resting on table.
He twirl a pasts with his fork a little before answering. "Um, it was fine. We didn't have case, so we just filled in reports.. Also, I almost won chess with Gideon and had lunch with JJ and Morgan. I ate rice with meatballs."
"Oh, did you eat actually food on work?" You chuckled, teasing him lightly.
"Uhm, yes.." Spencer muttered, feeling how his cheeks warmed up. He took a bite of chicken, then asked again. "Tell me more about your day."
"Uh, wait-" You muttered with full mouth and hold up a point thinger.
"..Well, I started to prepare to my exam. I’m having some problems with social psychology and—"
"I can help you with that!" Spencer blurted out, looking at you with wide eyes and knitted eyebrows. He blushed instantly. "I-I'm sorry for interrupting you.."
"No, no, it's okay. But there's no need to help me, Spence."
Of course, you protested at first. He already had a rough schedule and you didn't want to burden him with your studies. You could perfectly handle this by yourself. But deep down you were selfish and you'd like him to help you. You’d be lying on the sofa, your head resting on his chest and your legs intertwined with his. His voice would vibrate against your ear like a soothing hum… Although you’d actually be trying to listen as he explains to you how the brain of person with PTSD works.
Also you loved that Spencer was never making you feel that you're not smart enough for him. Though, your intellect was impressive too. You had great grades throughout your high school and university years. And you often took part in academic competitions. But you still could feell insecure sometimes.
"Please, dear. I'd really like to help you," his gentle voice snapped you from your thoughts. There was a pout on his face now. He was really unfair.
"Ughh, okay," you said begrudgingly, darting your gaze away from his eyes. A smile appeared on Spencer's face instantly. And you couldn't help but to grin too.
After dinner, Spencer put the dishes in the sink. You decided to watch a bit of tv before bed, even though your boyfriend kept muttering that ‘the blue light from the screen stops your body from the production of the sleep hormones…’
Currently you were laying on your—well, his— bed and watching some documentary about ocean. It wasn't very interesting, but at least it was calming. Your head was laying on his chest, leg curled up against his. His hearbeat was a little faster than usual. Like yours. You still felt giddy around him. Spencer smelled like his shower gel. You loved this smell, it wasn't overwhelming.
His fingers were tracing bumps of your spine, under your sleep shirt. The weight of his head was comforting on top of yours.
"Did you know that the ocean provides around half of the earth's oxygen. Oceans absorb over a quarter of human-induced carbon emissions and has a tremendous ability to store heat, making it a vital life support system. Our oceans have absorbed 90% of the warming that has occurred in recent decades due to increasing greenhouse gases, and the top few metres of the ocean store as much heat as Earth's entire atmosphere," he muttered softly, his lips touching your hairline.
"That's.. really interesting, Spence," a small smile appeared on your face, revealing your upper teeth, burrowing your face even more in the crook of his neck. You loved when he was babbling around you. It was comforting and utterly his thing.
"Is it?" His voice sounded gently and giddy.
"Mmhm," your hum vibrated through your and his chests. You were getting more and more sleepy, eyelids were dropping, despite your protests. You didn't want to sleep. You wanted to cuddle with Spencer and listen his rambling.
He giggled. "Are you falling asleep, dear?"
Ugh, you adored the sound of his laugh so much. It was genuine and so candid and warmed up your heart everytime.
"Yes... I'm going to bathroom then it'll be all yours," you mumbled and got up, leaving warm bed. Oh, and of course, you pressed a kiss on his forehead, causing your boyfriend blushing.
Ten minutes later, once you’d both finished your bath, you were both lying under the soft sheets. His head pressed against your side, palm pressing against your ribs.
Your soft toys were also lying on either side of the bed. Teddy bear - his, bunny - yours. At the start of your relationship, you were both embarrassed by your childish habits. But on your second night staying at his apartment, you spotted a teddy bear. Of course Spencer was blushed instantly, but you just giggled and reassured that you have a fluffy buddy too.
After a few minutes you watched as his eyelids were closing. He still was clinging to you, hut his grip grew weaker with every minutes.
"You're vey cute, Spence," you whispered as you turned off the bedside lamp.
"You're too.." His voice was shy, pressing kiss to your jawline. "Goodnight."
You exhaled and closed your eyes, sinking into sleepiness. "Goodnight, dear."