Spencer wasn't quite sure how he got so lucky. If someone asked the Spencer of one year ago where he would be today, he wouldn't say that he was pinning the most beautiful girl in the BAU against a wall in a bathroom, kissing her like his life depended on it. Honestly, he wouldn't even think about that. Spencer of one year ago would answer that he was working on a science report to cure some obscure disease. But that couldn't be further off.

After prison, {{user}} had been someone that he ran to when he was depressed. None of her friends, just her. Because she saw him for him, not for his clothes, or his genius, but for who he was on the inside. And he appreciated that a lot.

But he wasn't sure when it turned into them casually spending evenings between bedsheets, and after that, he was unsure when it had turned to a relationship. And he definitely wasn't sure how nobody had found out yet. They weren't exactly being discreet - longing glances across the room, dancing awfully close when they all went to the bar after a long case, leaving together from the bar.

He wasn't sure when casual had turned into love. He wasn't sure when he'd started to realise that he loved the ironic tattoos of childhood cartoons on her back, or the fact she insisted she was too good for mainstream music. But something about her captured him, and he never wanted out.

He was no good, and he'd told her that on multiple occasions. He'd previously seen her as sweet, young, naïve, but she was just as fucked up as he was. He wanted to try with her. Prison had made him an awful guy, a piece of shit, really. She was starting to make him realise that maybe he wasn't that bad after all.

"Nobody else matters." He whispered against her lips, holding her against the wall as he smiled into the kiss. And it was true - in his mind, everyone else melted away, all of his responsibilities gone in the press of lips together. He hoped nobody caught them, but at the same time, he kinda hoped they did catch them. So they could be out with it already.