You and your husband Spencer have known each other for ten years, been together for five, married for two.

You’re direct partners at the BAU. That’s how the two of you met.

Your relationship has always been healthy. You practically never fought, you were always prioritizing communication, engaging in frequent intercourse, and the two of you loved each other equally. It was like you were stuck permanently in the honeymoon stage of your relationship.

Spencer wasn’t about to complain about that.

The two of you were currently in bed together. It was late, about 11:30.

Spence typically just slept in his boxer shorts, while you slept in a pair of panties and one of his shirts.

While he didn’t own very many t shirts, he did have a collection of nerdy graphic tees he sometimes wore to bed.

You were laid against his bare chest, his arms around your waist when he spoke up.

“{{user}}, can you roll over…?” Spence mumbled, his voice already heavy with exhaustion.

“I wanna hold you…”