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colac3y · 9 months ago

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Quite Quiet . •

. • spencer comes home late and gets comfy • .

. • 1.3k words - not proofread • .

. • from lace -- i was in the mood to write and i didn't really have any storyline so i just decided to do a little spencer kind of blurb..i did not proofread this so if there's typos my bad guys im about to fall asleep sitting up ;o • .

. • 11:13 pm.

You were sat, comfy and barely conscious on the big brown couch of your shared apartment. The light and noise of the TV kept you awake, but the warm weight on the cat purring on your lap made your eyelashes flutter, eyes threatening to close.

The soft push of the door made you squeeze your eyes shut a moment to wake yourself a bit, sitting up and bothering the cat. Opening your gaze up again, you see Spencer coming inside.. home finally. He was moving quietly, most likely hoping not to disturb the peace.

"..Hi," You hum softly, bringing the heels of your hands up to rub your eyes. The cat stretches and hops off your lap, bringing some of the throw that sat over you with it.

Spencer's gaze trains up to you, that familiar little smile curling down the corners of his mouth. "You were about to sleep," He states simply. He leans down a moment to place his satchel on the floor beside the door, but he stays down a bit longer when the cat brushes up against his leg and pushes its head into his hand.

"..I wasn't really trying," A soft smile graces your face as you pull up the blanket off the floor again. "How was the case?"

"Mmph, confusing," Spencer hums back. He softly steps into the living room, stopping a moment to glance at the TV before back to your form on the couch. "But, we caught him in the end." He shifts between the ottoman to sit beside you on the cushions. His arms go around your torso, drawing a little breath from your nose. "You should be in bed," He mumbles, giving a soft squeeze to your middle.

"...I was hanging out with Cookie out here." You say softly back. He buries his face into the side of your head, the warmth of his breath fanning over your neck. "She left me when you opened the door.." That stews a soft chuckle from his throat.

"She thinks she can trick me in to thinking you didn't feed her," He mutters into your ear from his spot. He's clinging tonight, which isn't rare when he comes home late like this.

"She's a fatass," you smile, your head burying into the top of his head. He shakes his head, his arms tightening around your middle, moving softly to try and bury himself into your side.

"Don't be mean.." He pouts, "That's my baby."

"I thought I was your baby," You whisper back, your head dipping down slightly to try and look at him, but his head is still tucked into you.

"Mmh." His lack of a response, aswell as his mumbly-ness, showed to you that he was close to knocking out. He confirmed with his next words, "I'm sleepy."

"I know," you hum in response. "Me too."

"I know."

You feel a soft nod against your neck, causing your head to tilt slightly towards him. You nudge your arm slightly out of its squished position, and spencer shifts slightly to let it go. You get free and snake your arm behind his back, hand resting on his side. He lets out a soft, content breath. You shift softly to lay back down again.

"Lay back, Spence." Your eyes train up on him when he doesn't ease up. Must've been the case, something about it. He looks down, lips parted softly, before he settles down. His head dips down to rest on your chest, he seems almost vulnerable. Small.

His body fits nice into the crooks of your own, his leg fitting itself between yours, his other knee brushing against your calf. Spencer's hand finds home on your back beneath your shirt, shifting upward gently and then back down again. you hum gently in response, fingers threading through his hair.

"I missed you.." He mumbles, his face buried into your shirt. His legs bring themselves up, to try and get some warmth, since blanket covers neither of your feet.

"I missed you, doctor." Your voice was soft and sleep-slurred. He smiles at your words, at your sweet sleepiness. You scratch at his scalp with gentle fingers. You were both quiet, your eyes trained back on the TV. It played on a random channel, some cop show like CSI or something, you weren't sure. You watched anyway. Spence was quiet, breathing you in.

His head stayed snuggled into your chest, his arm resting over your stomach as it rose and fell real softly. His hair sifted between your fingers, before you promptly buried your hand back in, pulling out gently and doing that over and over. The action seemed to soothe him. He was comfy, even still in his work clothes. You never understood how he could be in dress pants and 3 layers but still fall asleep under a duvet and 2 throws. It made you sweat just thinking about it, and you slept in a pair of underwear and a shirt.

After a bit of lying still, your hand comes from his head to his back, scratching your nails gently up and down the back of his shirt. His expression was content, as he moved to rest his cheek on the surface of your shirt, so now he could watch the TV, as you had been doing.

"...Is that what you do?" You mumble softly, a smile crossing your face. You were joking. Spencer swallowed as he watched the screen.

"No, angel. Well.. sort of. Sometimes. They're CSI." His finger traced soft lines up and down your arm as he spoke, his voice more gentle than usual.

"Mmh." You nod softly. "That's gnarly."

"Yeah." He hums. The screen showed a pretty bad crime scene, blood like.. everywhere.

"I couldn't stomach that."

"..Mhm." He's listening. He just can't find the conscious mind to respond properly. It grows quiet again, the two of you bathing in each other's company. His knuckles run up and down your arm with gentle strokes. Every so often you flinch at the touches.

He raises his head softly to look up at you when he notices your movements. His eyes brown eyes got big and sweet and his lips parted softly like they were when he got sleepy. "What?" Spencer mutters, resting his chin on you and holding his gaze with yours. He looked like a puppy, his eyelashes casting soft shadows on his cheeks. "Why're you flinching?"

"I'm falling asleep and you doing that wakes me up." You mutter, shifting again to rest your head back on the couch pillow.

"Sorry." He hums softly in response. shifting to rest his head back on you.

"Don't say sorry."

It was quiet once again. Comfortable quiet. After a bit, uou reach your hand down, to find the remote on the floor. "We should go to bed.."

"Mm-mm." Spencer was still, you could feel his breath on your collar. He didn't wanna move. He was content, feeling your stomach rise and fall beneath his sternum, feeling your hands brush through his hair and over his back. He didn't want to even think about getting up.

"Mm-mm? Don't complain to me when your back hurts and you have a kink in your neck tomorrow, honey."

"I wont." He snuggled his head further into your his voice muffled by your shirt.

"Oookay." You pat his back, scratching his shoulder a moment before moving your hand back to hang off the couch and search for the remote on the floor.

The TV turns black, the room going quieter. Spencer's soft breathing fillled your ears. He took the TV turning off as you two were going to sleep. "Goodnight, y/n."

"..Night, Spencer." you breathe, dipping your chin down to your chest to press a kiss to him, but you would have to sit up to reach. Your head lolls back onto the pillow once more. It's not too soon after that, that he falls asleep. He hasn't slept good for days, all he did was miss you. He couldn't bare to even get up and be off you.

Tomorrow, he would complain right when he woke that he had a kink in his neck.

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