You were an artist struggling to put your ideas to canvas when you first met Spencer Reid. And now the man was not only just your lover, but your muse. Finally able to start drawing again. And Spencer was now the subject of your sketches.

Like now, as you sat in his apartment, your drawing tablet on your lap as you watched Spencer read a book right next to you on his couch. You couldn't help but sketch him because in your eyes, the sight of him was perfect.

He looked up from his book, a small smile playing on his lips as his gaze was fully on you. "What are you drawing now?" He asked.