New Year’s Eve
Spencer Reid. He is so ridiculously hot. You catch yourself salivating just watching him across the room, sitting at his desk flipping through files, that concentrating frown on his face. His face, god his face, he’s the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen. Those gorgeous eyes, the cheekbones and jawline that can cut you anytime they want, those sexy curls, the delicate but strong hands. Good lord, you would do anything to have those hands on you.
“(Y/N)?” Emily snaps you back to reality.
You blink rapidly, immediately blushing when you catch Spencer smiling down at his papers. There’s no way to prove he’d caught you staring at him, but you just know it.
“Y-Yeah, sorry, what’s up?” You force yourself to fully engage in whatever Emily is about to say.
She glances at Spencer from the corner of her eye, and you know she knows too. Hell, everybody knows!
“Well, Im inviting the team over for New Year’s Eve, and I was wondering if you wanted to come? If you dont have any other plans, that is.”
Plans? I mean, you did have a fantastic date with a tub of ice cream and tears in front of the tv during the countdown.
“I’d love to!” You hear yourself say, and you are immediately swallowed by regret.
She’s going to invite Spencer, and then if he says yes, you’re all going to get drunk at Emily’s house. You’ve never had a problem drinking in front of your friends at parties before, they would suspect something if you refused to drink, meaning Spencer would have to see you drunk, and who knows what drunk you will say!?!
“What about you, Spencer, are you free?” Emily turns to face the young genius, who places the files on his desk and smiles up at her.
“I dont have any plans!” And then, his smile lands on you. Just for a second, but it’s enough.
Oh god, what have you gotten yourself into?
That thought enters your head everyday until New Years Eve, and greets you one final time upon Emily opening her front door and pulling you in for a hug. She leads you into her living room to greet everyone and you force your eyes to look at him last, but when you do...fuck. He’s dressed up for the occasion, slightly fancier than work clothes, but that patterned button-up shirt with just a few buttons undone? May the angels watching over you tonight cover their eyes, ‘cause once you’ve got alcohol in you, this is going to be a shit show.
You greet everyone with hugs, and again save Spencer for last. He pulls you in so gently, placing the lightest kiss on your cheek and flashing you that gorgeous grin. You’re already blushing far too much, so you dart over to the snack table and pour yourself a straight shot of vodka. Spencer takes a sip of his own drink to hide his amused smirk as he watches you, but little does he know the entire team is fully aware of the chemistry between the two of you.
He’s never really felt like the cool guy. The one in high school that all the girls had a crush on at one point or another. The one in the movies who can make any girl swoon. He’s never had that effortless charm, he’s never been a smooth talker, he’s never had any of that. As a teenager, he couldnt deny that he wanted to experience just a little of that adoration, just to try it out. But as he got older, he came to the conclusion that it would never be that way for him, and he grew to be ok with that.
That was, until you came along. Suddenly, someone was blushing and stuttering when he spoke to them. Someone was shivering anytime he brushed past them. Someone was trying their absolute best to hide the fact they were swooning at the things he said and did. And that someone happened to be the girl of his dreams, it really was too good to be true, but Spencer didnt care. For the first time in his life, reason and statistics meant nothing to him, because you wanted him.
You really want him. Everyone can see it. Spencer obviously reciprocates your feelings, but he’s a little more composed about it.
At some point in the night, you find yourself laughing with Aaron and Rossi, having a wonderful conversation about the funniest moments on cases this year. Admittedly, most of them were caused by you falling over or dropping something at a particularly inappropriate time, but there arent exactly many funny memories to cling to when you’re a criminal profiler, so the team is more than happy to have a clutz.
“Excuse me.” A quiet voice speaks in your ear, and then a hand ever so gently presses against the small of your back as Spencer passes behind you and heads to the kitchen with Derek, who walked behind you without having t touch you at all.
You’ve noticed Spencer does that a lot. To anyone else, he’ll pretty much throw his arms in the air to avoid touching them when passing, but to you? Every time, without fail, there’s physical contact. Even if it’s fleeting, even if you can barely feel it, you know that it’s happening. Neither of you have ever addressed it, it’s an unspoken “thing” between you. As is the smile and wink he throws over his shoulder at you as he walks away from your blushing, shivering form.
Spencer cant deny that your admiration for him has done his ego wonders, but he doesnt really care about that. He finds your crush on him utterly adorable, and he thoroughly enjoys teasing you a bit here and there to get the slightest reaction from you.
It’s safe to say you drive each other mad.
But, how do you drive Spencer mad, I hear you ask? Well...
“Hey! Hey you! Hey!” The alcohol has sent you stumbling over to Spencer, who’s standing on his own after Derek briefly left him to go pee.
You trip on your own foot, but Spencer is quick to catch you before you hit the ground. He lifts you back up to stand, then decides it’s safer to keep an arm around you so that you dont fall over again. Of course, that’s what he’ll say the reason is.
“Hey (Y/N)!” He chuckles. “Are you alright?”
You nod frantically with your eyes closed. “Ohhh yes! Im great! Just came over here to tell you a secret.”
Spencer raises his eyebrows in interest and amusement. “What’s the secret?”
You smile and open your eyes to look at him, the space around him is a little blurry, but his face will always be crystal clear to you.
“You’re a very handsome man! That’s not really a secret. Everyone knows. But! It’s a secret that I liiiike it!” You giggle and blush at your own words, somewhere in your mind your consciousness is mortified.
Spencer feels his heart swell. “Well thank you very much! You’re a very pretty girl, and I like that-“
Before he can finish his sentence, you somehow manage to spill your drink all over his patterned shirt.
“Oh no! Im so sorry!” You start patting at his shirt with your hands in a drunken, guilty, confused mess, but you only make it worse. Sober you will thank drunk you for that contact later, though.
“Dont worry (Y/N), it’ll wash out!” Spencer tries to calm you down a little, and you nod, understanding that vodka and lemonade is transparent and wont leave an obvious stain.
“But you’re all wet!” You cry.
Emily hears your distress and runs over from the other side of the room. “Oh, dont worry, I’ve got an old shirt of an ex boyfriend’s upstairs that you can borrow.”
She starts walking into the hall, and you and Spencer follow her. Emily leaves you both in the kitchen while she goes upstairs to retrieve the shirt. While you wait, you decide to jump up on the kitchen counter and kick your legs like a toddler.
“You’ve got to stop being so cute.” Spencer sighs from his place opposite you, leaning back on the sink with his hands holding the counter.
“Only if you stop being so damn hot!” You stick your tongue out at him, causing you both to laugh.
Emily arrives in the kitchen and throws the shirt at Spencer. “There ya go, I dont actually need it back so feel free to keep it or throw it out.” And before either of you can respond, she’s gone.
Spencer starts unbuttoning his shirt, he raises an eyebrow at you playfully. “Are you going to cover your eyes?”
You cover your face with your hands, but slowly spread your fingers, allowing yourself to see. He laughs and shakes his head at you, continuing to strip free of his shirt regardless. Thankfully it was only really the side of his shirt that you got wet, so his chest isnt sticky and he doesnt have to wipe himself down before pulling the other top over his head. That would’ve been a pleasant sight, though.
Once the shirt is on, you close the gaps in your fingers and hide as though you hadnt been watching him the entire time.
“You can look now.” Spencer teases sarcastically.
You shake your head in your hands.
“Awwy, is the pretty girl feeling shy all of a sudden?” His voice is closer to you than it was before, oh boy.
This time, you nod into your hands. You feel yourself leaning forward against your own free will.
“Woah! Careful!” Spencer warns as he takes another quick step forward so that you fall against him rather than onto the floor.
He wraps his arms around you, and the two of you stay like that for a while.
“How long is it ‘til the New Year?”
“Uhh...” He glances up at the clock on the kitchen wall. “About an hour, why?”
“Can you get me a glass of water?”
Spencer’s arms leave you and you feel immediately sad about it. He looks down at you curiously as you pull your hands away from your face. “Of course, why?”
You grin up at him. “Gotta sober up for the New Years kiss!”
Spencer’s eyes almost fall out of his skull. “Wh-What!?!” He shuffles over to the sink to prevent you seeing his flustered expression.
“Well, I know you wont kiss me when Im drunk because you think the alcohol is talking instead of me so part of you doubts if I actually like you AND you have really good morals so you wouldnt take advantage of me, which means I’ve gotta sober up real fast in time for the countdown ‘cause otherwise this was all for naught!” You explain, proud of yourself for being able to talk coherently for so long considering how much you’ve had to drink.
“Did drunk you just say the word ‘naught’?” Spencer laughs as he pours you a glass of water.
“Yes she did!” You beam at him.
He passes you the glass. “Alright, let’s get you sober and then we’ll see if you still want to kiss me.”
You roll your eyes and talk with the glass tipped to your mouth, making your words echo slightly. “That’s gotta be the dumbest ‘if’ sentence I have ever heard.”
And so, for the next hour, you and Spencer talk and down as much water as humanly possible. There’s several bathroom trips for each of you, and every time one of you is sitting on the floor outside the bathroom, still talking to the other person through the door. At five minutes until the countdown, you gulp down your final glass of water.
“How do you feel?” Spencer asks carefully as he takes the glass from you and places it in the sink.
“Like my body is drowning, but apart from that Im all good.” You joke, wiping your mouth and applying lipbalm because dry lips are a fate worse than death.
Spencer chuckles at you and leans back against the counter. Despite his efforts to appear calm and collected, his nerves are obvious.
You sigh. “Spence, you’re clear as glass right now.”
Hopping off the counter, you take two steps closer to him, surprised at your own confidence.
“I’ve wanted to kiss you since the day we met, the question isnt if that’s true, it’s whether that feeling is reciprocated.” You tell him, your voice quiet.
Spencer gulps, and for the first time your roles are reversed; he’s nervous.
“Is the feeling reciprocated?” You question.
“Y-Yes!” Spencer stutters.
“Then kiss me goddamnit!” You exclaim playfully.
“We’ve got to wait for the countdown!” He retorts.
“How long have we got!?!” You cry.
“Three minutes!” Spenecer squeaks.
“OH MY GOD!” You throw your arms in the air in frustration, before both of you burst out laughing. Full on, hunched over, wheezing with tears in your eyes.
Wiping your eyes, you stand back up.
“Y’know what? I think you’re just too pussy to kiss me right now, so you’re using New Year’s as a cop-out.” You cross your arms and lean back against the counter, a smug smile on your face.
Spencer smirks. “Oh really?”
You walk towards him until you’re almost touching. “Yeah!”
Spencer crosses his arms to match yours, reflecting your smugness. “Well, why dont you kiss me? Huh? Someone else scared?”
You throw your arms above your head. “Hell yeah I am, why do you think I told you to kiss me!?!”
Spencer throws his arms up in the air to match. “But Im scared too!”
“So let’s fuckin’ do it!” You wrap your arms around his neck.
“A-Are you sure you want me to, I-I mean-“ He holds his arms up gingerly, afraid to touch you.
You nod furiously. “Yes! Go!”
He grabs you by the waist and pulls your body flush against his, your lips meeting in the most beautiful, chaotic way you could have ever imagined. You feel him relax into the kiss, his hands caressing your sides, yours running through his hair and pulling him closer to you, if that’s even possible.
“10, 9, 8...” The rest of the team call out in unison from the living room.
“Oh shi’!” You mumble into the kiss, your eyes and his opening, but your lips staying locked together.
“Shou’ we ju-?” Spencer asks into your lips.
“Kee’ goi’? Yeah.” You agree, the two of you nodding and continuing to makeout.
“3, 2, 1...HAPPY NEW YEAR!” Everyone screams, the rest of the team piling into the kitchen to cheer with you, but they all stop immediately upon finding you and Spencer.
You jump apart, a feet of space between you, but they already saw, and if they hadnt, your lipstick all over yours and his face and the state of his hair would’ve given you both away.
“Happy...N-New Year?” You stutter, scratching the back of your neck awkwardly.
Derek takes a sip of his beer.
“Well, someone’s year is starting off with a bang.”
