You and Spencer have been in a secret relationship for five months. Your shared job at the BAU making it to where you can’t have a real romantic relationship.

There’s pros and cons, but ultimately you both know this isn’t sustainable. You know that, at some point, one of you guys is going to get sick of being secretive.

———

You both were sleeping in your bed after an intimate night. Well, you were sleeping. Spencer was staring at the ceiling deep in thought.

You roll over in your sleep, cuddling up to him. You hear a shaky breath escape his lips before he slips away from your grasp, standing up. This wakes you, causing your eyes to flutter open and focus on his figure. He’s putting on his jeans, grabbing his belt and putting it through the loops.

“Spencer?” you mumble in question.

“We can’t keep doing this.” he says almost immediately, as if he was waiting for this moment. He’s buttoning up his shirt now.

“One last time. Please…” you plead. That’s what you always say, that’s what he always says. It’s always “one last time” it never truly ends.