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cm week ⇒ day 5: dynamics

character bio: Spencer Reid

an unedited semi-poetic list

• the i haven’t seen you in a week and i need to press as close to you as humanly possible while your lips mould against mine and we become two pieces of the same puzzle

• the unequivocally soft, late night kisses when one of you wakes up from nightmares and he bounces between kissing the tip of your nose, forehead, cheeks, and lips, while carding through hair softly, dull fingernails carding against your the base of skull.

• the desperate kisses after you’re away from prying eyes, the ones that aren’t so innocent and trail down your neck and collar bones in the jet bathroom while everyone’s asleep.

• the soft, careful kisses after one of you get is gravely injured.

• the slow, supple, and sensual kisses where one of you straddles the other, and incredibly intimate but delicate and deliberate touches are shared. wherever his hand his on the side of your cheek, gently running his thumb along your cheek bone, or if his hands had travelled sound of the equator.

• the sweet, sleep deprived kisses where you have to keep breaking apart to giggle of exchange simpers and coos of ‘i love you’

• the sloppy kisses where you’re terribly out of sync, and he holds up his hands to pin your wrists down but you completely misread it and high five him and you both start laughing so hard that you have to stop and end giggling into each other’s mouths this is totally not based on my own experience

• the kisses that start out with the sole intent of being deeply sensual, but one of you trips and you bump foreheads or trip and land on something. you either end up laughing too hard to kiss or kissing on whatever surface that you landed on.

• silent and stolen pecks that you exchange when no one is looking.

• the ones where you’re both half asleep, and just wrapped in a space somewhere between solitude and each other’s souls. you pucker your lips at each other, once in a while, and the other meets you in between. spencer pecks your lips first, and then your forehead. (whoever falls asleep first gets a soft kiss to the forehead, and a cuddles just marginally tighter).

• the long, not quite desperate but not quite routine kisses that end in spencer pulling away and running his thumb softly over your lips before leaning back in, mimicking his earlier motions, but this time with his tongue as he hovers above you. the ones that have no heat but slowly boil down to harsh breaths and noises of happiness. and lip bites. can’t forget the lip biting.

• the kisses where you’re curled up with the windows open during a thunderstorm, whispering soft declarations of love between each kiss. tiny intimate movements and all the adoration in the world.

• stumbling over words for minutes after the kisses, unable to form a coherent thought over the rush or affection and the pounding of their heart.

• the accidental kiss that lasts longer than it should’ve. the ones where you just stare at each other and slowly lean in. it doesn’t go anywhere, but somehow it means more than other activities— not to say that those aren’t important, but it truly just has a different impact on both of you.

• soft neck kisses that start by making you gasp, but when he allows soft pecks to dance across your collar bones, you giggle. needless to say, he just loops the motion, relishing in your giggles and smiling against your neck. he kisses you softly one, two, three times, before pulling you into his chest and just standing their with you until your eventually retire to cuddle together.

• the anxious first kiss, that quickly turns into a rushed flurry of pecks— melting into long, drawn out kisses. ones that taste sweet, like the future you’re creating together.

• the kiss that he uses when he can’t get you to stop panicking, the rushed crashing of lips as you catch your breath, only to lose it all over again.

• the soft morning kisses, the ones that make you wonder how you ever woke up without him on the other side of the bed.

• the kisses where he insists he needs chapstick, but refuses to let you take it out of your purse, so you just share it via lips.

• the kiss that you both know you need to stop, you’re going to be late for work— but when you end up rumpled and walking in a moment before the meeting everyone simply quirks a brow.

• the incredibly handsy kiss.

• the surprise kiss, the one that you only get after her gets off the jet from a horrible case and he just kisses you, hard, enough that he has to steady you with an arm around the back and slowly, you get over the intial shock and just slowly wrap your arms around his neck, cupping his jaw with one hand until you have to break apart for fear of blacking out.

• the kisses here you have a hand on his face, and he drapes his elegantly over yours, covering it completely before turning his head to press a ginger kiss to your palm.

• cheek kisses for pictures. cheek kisses as a thank you for making dinner. cheek kisses as small motions of affection. same thing with temple kisses.

• kisses where shifts to the opposite of the couch, hoisting you over him without breaking the kiss so that you can switch to be on top.

• kisses where he pulls at your hair, and you share breathless soughs.

• the giggling baking kiss where you both have aprons on and are covered in flour but you just kiss sweetly, as if bonding over your own idiocy.

• kisses in the shower. where the hot water rushes over you and it’s the perfect literary metaphor for the love you’ve built.

• kisses in the rain, the ones that happen after you’re dancing to the soundtracks in your hearts and just slowly lean in and totally get matching colds from after.

• the kisses on borrowed time that are a silent, but desperate plea of, ‘whatever you do, or don’t do, just please come back to me’.

• the spur of the moment kiss that was never supposed to happen. the one where you’re fighting and fighting and fighting and at the same moment you both realise you’re both just fighting in a poor attempt to show each other how much you care. it’s the one that begins with, ‘i’m sorry for getting hostile, i just love you too much to not be passionately concerned for you’ and end with bare limbs entangled and covered in silk or linen sheets.

• the little hesitant kisses you break off and double check with one another, silent words and nods that ask a clear question. the kisses that expands more rapidly that the infinity of space.

• car kisses you share on a midnight drive. bonus points if they start as pecks and slowly evolve until you’re both quoting Arthur Rimbaud desperately between kisses, and learning his nation’s famous kiss at the same time.

• the kisses where you just stare at each other, foreheads touching and breaths mingling.

• the kisses, that tell you how much you mean.

and

Just some more random snippets of interviews with Matthew Gray Gubler that make me feel something in the abyss of quarantine

Hotch: remember what I said, whatever happens in the office stays in the office.

Reid: frick track tiddly wack gimme a snack!

Hotch: Reid, just say fuck.