the last time you and spencer had to share a room on a case, it did not end well for him. there was a lot of touching and a lot of making out that should not have happened. you had probably the best night of both of your lives, giggling like teenagers and exploring each other. he could swear he knew you like the back of his hand, still. and he probably still did. every curve was burned into his memory, the perfect girl he could never really have. but he told himself it was only one time. he could indulge his love for you one time.

but now he was stuck. sharing a room with you again. and this time there was only one bed. he knew he couldn't hold back, and you didn't want to either. after a long day of talking to coroners and family of the victims, you were tired and needed him. and he was right there.

you roll over and touch his waist. "you awake?" you whisper. he was awake. he was trying so hard not to give in. he couldn't sleep like this.

"mhm." he murmurs back. you wrap your arms around his waist. "can you face me?" you whisper and he complies, rolling over and locking eyes with you. the most handsome boy you've ever seen. you had to have him again.