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imagine noticing spencer's hair since he started growing it out. you didn't notice the signs at first of how it was falling down to his cheekbones or when it was long enough to have a hair tie on his wrist, and you were so blind to the blindingly obvious signs that sometimes you didn't even think he was actually doing it till he was up to something. like when he was slightly hunched over at the police headquarters in a rather hot spot where the temperature was so high that the windows opened to let in the slightest wisp of wind, but everyone was so sticky and sweaty that the feeling was oppressive, the fabrics of clothing sticking to the skin, but, then, while you used a scrap of paper as a blower, you saw how he pulled his hair back into a little tail and it took you about ten seconds to formulate a cohesive thought.
with a few strands of hair matted to his forehead and his cheeks flushed from the heat, his skin shining with drops of sweat and his hair wrapped in a messy way behind his head. you continued to fan your face as your other hand held a folder, you put it down on the table as you stood in front of him. at first, he looked at you confused, you'd spent hours helping him with the geographical profiling and declined to do anything purely outside of work. to avoid inconvenience and stuff. so you tried not to get too close.
but there was something in the way he frowned at the board, in the blush on his cheeks thanks to the stifling heat, in his hair falling everywhere that you simply had to do it or else you'd explode. you put a hand on his face, he shivered a bit at the contact and smiled shyly at your touch, not without first glancing away to check that no one was watching you, but you couldn't care less. pulled his face close to yours and gave him a gentle kiss, so quick that he had to lean his head forward waiting for more. your hand moved around the strands of hair, soft, fluffy, still smelling a hint of that rosemary shampoo you found on the internet and loved to use because its scent permeated you, as if you had him with you, put the tresses behind his ears to avoid obfuscating his view, yet his hand reached for your hip, pressing gently against the skin.
"what was that for?" he asked, unable to hide the surprise and fun in his tone of voice. "it's not a gripe."
you shrugged your shoulders, still caressing his hair and his head tilted at your touch, lost in your eyes and in the brightness that inhabited them when you looked at him.
"i just think i'm actually starting to like you with your hair like this." you whispered, now gently pressing his chin with your fingers. "can you keep it forever? i could braid it. i'm sure you'll look good."
he laughed, kissing your finger. "i'd look stupid with a braid."
"you'll be like a viking but without the terrifying part. more like really smart viking with extraordinary massage skills." you nodded, noticing how he tried to breathe through his nose as your touch deliberately passed over the back of his neck. "please?"
"well technically the vikings wore the braids to protect their energy during battles as much as to have unity and strength with their people. it's not a really esthetic thing and..."
you gave him another kiss, this time considerably longer than the last. he hummed against your mouth at the interruption and hugged you as his lips danced in time with yours. your hands held his face and you pressed yourself to him, just enough to brush against his chest. you loved that he hugged you when you kissed him as if he was afraid for an instinctive moment that you would vanish into his arms without knowing it, especially when his hold was sweet, tentative and gentle.
when you pulled away, he smiled at you, completely mesmerized. "you know what? forget it. i'll let you braid my hair if you do that again."
you laughed, giving him a gentle push to take the file again. "here? they'll catch us."
the offended look he gave you made you grin, his brow furrowed and his lips tainted by your lip gloss. "i don't think that's fair."
"sorry, baby. i don't make the rules." you mumble, slipping your fingers around the extra black hair tie you had on your wrist. you took spencer's hand and slid it through. though, he reached around you, pressing your hand affectionately. "there it is. it's boring, but it's mine. just remember to keep it with you later because you're going to be my testing doll."
he didn't take off the hair tie until you said it that night, lying on your lap and drowsy from the feel of your fingers sliding nimbly over his hair, because, if he was honest, he was beginning to like having something of you on him. as he belonged to you.
and he was more than delighted with the idea.
imagine noticing spencer's hair since he started growing it out. you didn't notice the signs at first of how it was falling down to his cheekbones or when it was long enough to have a hair tie on his wrist, and you were so blind to the blindingly obvious signs that sometimes you didn't even think he was actually doing it till he was up to something. like when he was slightly hunched over at the police headquarters in a rather hot spot where the temperature was so high that the windows opened to let in the slightest wisp of wind, but everyone was so sticky and sweaty that the feeling was oppressive, the fabrics of clothing sticking to the skin, but, then, while you used a scrap of paper as a blower, you saw how he pulled his hair back into a little tail and it took you about ten seconds to formulate a cohesive thought.
with a few strands of hair matted to his forehead and his cheeks flushed from the heat, his skin shining with drops of sweat and his hair wrapped in a messy way behind his head. you continued to fan your face as your other hand held a folder, you put it down on the table as you stood in front of him. at first, he looked at you confused, you'd spent hours helping him with the geographical profiling and declined to do anything purely outside of work. to avoid inconvenience and stuff. so you tried not to get too close.
but there was something in the way he frowned at the board, in the blush on his cheeks thanks to the stifling heat, in his hair falling everywhere that you simply had to do it or else you'd explode. you put a hand on his face, he shivered a bit at the contact and smiled shyly at your touch, not without first glancing away to check that no one was watching you, but you couldn't care less. pulled his face close to yours and gave him a gentle kiss, so quick that he had to lean his head forward waiting for more. your hand moved around the strands of hair, soft, fluffy, still smelling a hint of that rosemary shampoo you found on the internet and loved to use because its scent permeated you, as if you had him with you, put the tresses behind his ears to avoid obfuscating his view, yet his hand reached for your hip, pressing gently against the skin.
"what was that for?" he asked, unable to hide the surprise and fun in his tone of voice. "it's not a gripe."
you shrugged your shoulders, still caressing his hair and his head tilted at your touch, lost in your eyes and in the brightness that inhabited them when you looked at him.
"i just think i'm actually starting to like you with your hair like this." you whispered, now gently pressing his chin with your fingers. "can you keep it forever? i could braid it. i'm sure you'll look good."
he laughed, kissing your finger. "i'd look stupid with a braid."
"you'll be like a viking but without the terrifying part. more like really smart viking with extraordinary massage skills." you nodded, noticing how he tried to breathe through his nose as your touch deliberately passed over the back of his neck. "please?"
"well technically the vikings wore the braids to protect their energy during battles as much as to have unity and strength with their people. it's not a really esthetic thing and..."
you gave him another kiss, this time considerably longer than the last. he hummed against your mouth at the interruption and hugged you as his lips danced in time with yours. your hands held his face and you pressed yourself to him, just enough to brush against his chest. you loved that he hugged you when you kissed him as if he was afraid for an instinctive moment that you would vanish into his arms without knowing it, especially when his hold was sweet, tentative and gentle.
when you pulled away, he smiled at you, completely mesmerized. "you know what? forget it. i'll let you braid my hair if you do that again."
you laughed, giving him a gentle push to take the file again. "here? they'll catch us."
the offended look he gave you made you grin, his brow furrowed and his lips tainted by your lip gloss. "i don't think that's fair."
"sorry, baby. i don't make the rules." you mumble, slipping your fingers around the extra black hair tie you had on your wrist. you took spencer's hand and slid it through. though, he reached around you, pressing your hand affectionately. "there it is. it's boring, but it's mine. just remember to keep it with you later because you're going to be my testing doll."
he didn't take off the hair tie until you said it that night, lying on your lap and drowsy from the feel of your fingers sliding nimbly over his hair, because, if he was honest, he was beginning to like having something of you on him. as he belonged to you.
and he was more than delighted with the idea.
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the ink on your skin - s.r
♡ spencer is obsessed with his girlfriend's tattoos
pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader
wc: 1.1k
Spencer Reid had a thing for tattoos. Specifically his girlfriend's. One of his favorite pastimes was tracing them with his finger. Exactly what he was doing now.
He laid in bed, the early morning light peeking through the cracks in the blinds, painting the mattress in golden stripes. His deft fingertips traced the black ink decorating your skin. He followed the lines, recreating the intricate pattern with his touch.
"What are you doing?" Came a sleepy mumble from beside him. He looked up from your back, glancing towards where your face was buried into the plush pillow, arms curled underneath it. Your eyes were still closed but your face was turned towards him.
"Nothing. Sorry. Did I wake you?"
"No." You hummed, snuggling closer. "I dreamt about you."