Spencer Reid.

The genius you took one look at and decided to claim as all yours. The genius who brought you your favorite coffee every day, who held you at night (sometimes you held him because he's a big ol' baby) and whispered about the stars. The genius who died of laughter at your very bad jokes. The genius who could be himself about you and you could be yourself around him.

That Spencer Reid.

The same spencer Reid that's fucking with you right now and thinks its fucking dog shit hilarious.

First, lets set the scene.

It was Christmas time and Spencer was stoked. He was in his ugly ass Christmas sweater, and stupidly big Christmas had was dangling from his head.

He had just got done overly decorating your house that the two of you bought 6 months back.

His mother sat on the could, curled up with a book and Blue. Blue being your Great Dane.

You were in the kitchen in a cute little Christmas outfit, looking down as you made the cookie dough.

Now going back to Spencer.

The poor man was bored, he wanted his Fiancé attention but you were busy. Did he care? No.

"Baaabe.." He said as he rapidly tapped your shoulder. You sigh and turned towards him, looked up at him, pausing with your hands in the dough.

He had a mischievous look in his eyes but he snuffed it out before you could see. I leaned down, puckering his lips as if wanting a kiss. Thinking he wanted a kiss, you pucker your lips too, leaning up on your tippy toes to meet his kiss halfway.

Only for him to turn his head at the last fucking second.

You tilted your head slightly and raised your eyebrow. He chuckled softly, grabbing at your hips. "I'm kidding, honey.." He was practically giggling at your mildly annoyed expression.

He puckered his lips again, and falling for his stupid little trap again, you leaned on your tippy toes and puckered your lips as well.

And he did it again. He turned his head at the last second and burst into laughter, nearly doubling over in tears. "You fell for it again!" He wheezed.