Everyone in the BAU could feel, by now, the lingering tension between you and Spencer Reid. And last night, it finally snapped. Spencer invited you up to his apartment, you said yes, he kissed you, you ended up on his bed — not that you were complaining. Spencer was really good at everything, after all.

This morning, Spencer opened his eyes. God, the man had a full night of sleep, the full eight hours, which was really rare for him. But it was still early, and you were still asleep. Spencer's body did this: when he actually managed to sleep, he wouldn't go more than eight, nine hours if he was too tired. He didn't mind, he was rested.

But Reid didn't want to wake you up. You looked heavenly, an angel lying on his bed with nothing but his sheets covering your bare body. Spencer felt his heart leap, and he smiled, oh God— he was so fucked. So, deciding to let you sleep, Spencer shifted from under you, being careful to not wake you up. He got dressed — since... he wasn't... — and walked to his living room, sat on an armchair of his and started reading a book. Yes, he could make you breakfast, but he knew the smell would wake you up and he just wanted to make you feel safe, to let you sleep, so Spencer decided against it.

When you did open your eyes, you noticed Spencer wasn't there, but you weren't alarmed. You stood from his bed and slid your shirt and underwear back on — just that, really — and walked to his living room, to find the man sitting there, reading a book. He looked like an angel, too. You walked in silence, not wanting to pull him out of his book, and then you sat on his lap.

Spencer immediately put the book down when he felt your weight on his thighs and wrapped both his arms around you, his face coming to nuzzle the side of your neck.

"Good morning." Mumbled Spencer. "Sorry for not being there—. I woke up too early and I didn't want to wake you. You were sleeping so peacefully."

God, he was sweet.