[fic] In his arms, she fell, as her hair came down
Title: ‘In his arms, she fell, as her hair came down’.
Characters: Spencer Reid, Cassie Riddle.
Notes: Fluffy Spencer/Cassie-ness.
Word Count: 459.
Prompt: ‘Hair’ - Part of the ‘Body Part Prompt’ Series for Beyond The Rift.
If he had to comment on what he liked about most about her, it might have been her kindness, her compassion. Sometimes he wasn’t sure why she didn’t just give up on him. Life in Chicago was a struggle for him. But while he didn’t always didn’t understand, he was always grateful. She was one of the few things in his life now that helped him get by; the light at the end of the tunnel.
After another long day at school, Cassie had gone round to Spencer’s room to spend time with him. They never had to say much, but being in one another’s company was enough. They both had a soothing presence on one another. And in the hectic life of the city they’d found themselves stranded in, they cherished it.
Sprawled comfortably on his bed beside him, Cassie turned to Spencer with a faint smile. “Alright, want to hear what I’ve done so far?”
“Sure,”
“You show the lights that stop me, turn to stone. You shine it when I’m alone. And so, I’ll tell myself that I’ll be strong, and dreaming when they’re gone,” Cassie read out the lyrics carefully and when she finished, pursed her lips.
“That sounds wonderful,” Spencer said after a short pause, “… What’s it about?”
“Well,” Cassie drew in a breath, playing with a few strands of her hair absentmindedly, “You. In a way. And other people I care about too,”
He wasn’t sure what to say, so Cassie continued talking.
“I miss home. I’m not ashamed to ever say that. And sometimes, being so far from home makes my life a dark and sad place to be in. But other people… and well.. you, especially… you make life better. You’re the lights. You shine them out for me,”
Spencer didn’t anything; he was still quite lost for words. Part of him was sad she was still sad, the she missed home. If there was anyone who deserved to be happy, it was Cassie. He always wanted to make sure she was never sad or scared. She was a good thing, something that was often hard to find in Chicago. He was lucky to have her, she made others happy, she made him happy - that he knew.
As words had failed him, instead he leant forward and kissed her. He tangled a hand in a few long curls of blonde hair, revelling in the scent of blueberry shampoo and gentle smelling moisturizers. He always liked how she smelled, especially her hair; it was as warm and comforting as her very being.
Pulling away, Cassie blinked back a look of surprise.
“Wow… maybe I should write more songs for you,” she uttered.
Spencer smiled sheepishly, “I see no harm in it,”