Thunk

Your eyes snapped up as the wad of paper bounced off your forehead. Spencer snickered while you eyed him viciously.

"Oh, it's on!"

It was 2 am and you two had become beyond delirious from lack of sleep and too much paperwork. The shenanigans had started after your third cup of coffee, around midnight, when you pronounced a dance break. You dragged a very shocked and pink faced Spencer up on top your desks and cranked up Shania Twain.

Then it was pulling his shoe off with your feet from under the desk thirty minutes later. This prompted him to chase you around the bullpen until he caught you, manhandling it out of your grasp.

Spencer shocked you then not long after, getting up to get more files from the file room and returning only to spin you around in your chair. You shrieked giddily, begging him to push you around, which he did for a while.

Now it was a full on paper ball war.

"Take that!" You squealed, throwing a wadded up blank page from your legal pad, hitting him square in the chest.

He dramatically fell to the ground, spasming as if he had been wounded. "Noooooo! Tell...my mom...I love her!" He sputtered dramatically before faking death, his tongue sticking out.

You giggled, poking him in the stomach with your socked toe, your shoes long forgotten. He twitched at the movement, obviously very ticklish.

An evil idea popped into your head. You dropped down to your knees next to him, making sure his eyes were still closed as you struck your attack on his sides.

He squeaked like a mouse before booming laughter left his throat, his body writhing and wiggling under your tickling.

"Stop! Y/N, stop it!" He yelped, but his giddy grin let you know he wasn't upset.

"Is Spencie a little ticklish?" You pouted down at him, doubling your efforts on his sides and stomach.

He kicked and thrashed, laughing wildly before gathering enough momentum to swing himself up, throwing you off your rhythm and causing you to stumble onto your back. You gripped the sides of his shirt as you fell, effectively pulling him down on top of you.

"Oh!" Spencer let out a little sound of surprise, his face reddening.

"Hi, Spence," you giggled, reaching up to twirl one of his curls around your finger.

Instead of feeling searing embarrassment, as one might expect, you felt as if your entire friendship with Spencer had been leading up to this moment. Between the constant flirty glances, subtle touches, and endless movie nights, it was getting hard to fight the tension between you. You'd be kidding yourself if you hadn't hoped something might happen when you and Spencer agreed enthusiastically to stay late together. Alone.

He gulped deeply, his neck and ears flushing to match his face. "Hi."

You smiled up at him, causing a sweet smile to tug at his own lips. You glanced down at them, pink and smooth (he hated the texture of chapped lips), and you wanted to know what they tasted like.

"Can I kiss you?" Your voice came out barely above a whisper.

His smile widened, his eyebrows flicking up in surprise. "Y-yes."

You smirked, taking his face in your hands only to pull him down and press your lips to his forehead. When you pulled back, he was frowning.

"What's wrong?" You chuckled.

"You missed," he huffed, and you couldn't stop yourself from melting at his pouty lips.

You smiled and leaned in again, and this time he met you halfway in a soft, sweet kiss. It was tentative and new and electrifying and more than you ever dreamed.

You both burst into a fit of giddy laughter after you pulled away, Spencer leaning down to bury his face in your neck.

"Finally," he sighed, his lips close to your ear.

You hummed happily and patted his shoulder. "What you say we blow this popsicle stand and you come home with me?"

His face popped up. "Really?"

You smiled, ruffling his curls affectionately. "We've almost done a week's worth of files. We can finish tomorrow and do more of this," you pressed a quick peck to his lips, "now."

His cheeks, already tinged pink, burned red. "Y-yeah, I'd like that."

You giggled as he scrambled off you, shoving papers and pens into his satchel like he was on a timer. You shuffled papers into the last file and left it on your desk, taking your personal items and your purse before slipping your hand in his.

You were honestly nervous that kissing Spencer would make things awkward as you approached the friends to lovers transition, but when you arrived back at your apartment with him in tow you realized this is how your life was meant to be. Comfortable. Secure. With Spencer.

As soon as you walked through the threshold he scooped you up from behind, drawing a squeal from you. When your feet hit the ground again you locked the door and asked the million dollar question: "snacks?"

As if on cue, Spencer's stomach growled loudly.

"I'll take that as a yes," you teased, poking his tummy before moving to the kitchen. He followed you, notching his chin against your shoulder as you stood in front of the open pantry. "Let's see...cookies I baked last week, chips, some assorted nuts if you're feeling healthy—"

"Popcorn?" He inquired, pointing to the red box in the corner. "My mom used to make me a bowl of popcorn sometimes if I woke up from a nightmare late at night. She'd let me watch Star Trek until I felt like I could go back to sleep. It's my favorite midnight snack, but I haven't had it in a while."

You beamed up at him. "Popcorn it is. That sounds like a Diana thing to do."

He shrugged, stepping back to lean against the counter while you put the brown bag in the microwave above the stove. "She had her downfalls, exacerbated by her illness for sure, but she made up for it in the little things."

You stepped between his legs and listened to the dull hum of the microwave, palms cupping his cheeks. "I think she did very well. I mean, look at you."

His face filled with emotion and he looked as if he couldn't possibly love another human being more. "I can't believe this is real."

You poured up at him. "What do you mean?"

His voice was breathy as he took in the close proximity, one of your hands dropping to his chest while the other slipped into his loose curls at the back of his neck. "You. Me. This. I never dreamed you would feel the same way I do, that anyone ever could, honestly."

"Spence," you sighed, gazing at him with so much heartfelt affection. "Anyone who doesn't like you is an idiot. But I better be the only woman who gets to be yours."

You startled at the POP! sound of the popcorn and you both burst into a fit of giddy laughter. You spent the rest of the early morning hours exploring this new territory while chucking the occasional popcorn kernel at each other.

I've been trying to finish this one for months (kinda embarrassing given that it's not that long) but I really wanted a Spencer fluff that showed his silly goofy side, cause we all know he has one. Hope you all love silly spence as much as me! Enjoy :)

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