Everyone on the BAU team knew: you and Spencer were into eachother. David Rossi was the first one to see it, but the rest of the team quickly noticed it as well because, hell, the only people who didn't notice it was you and Spencer — both terrified of speaking up and fucking up the workplace relationship.

So, Luke suggested to Emily... Something. You guys were hunting an unsub that targeted couples at a very specific bar. The profile was there, but there was only one small, simple thing missing: an identity. So Luke suggested that you and Spencer went undercover to that same bar, pretending to be a couple, to catch the unsub. His M.O. was simple: he talked to the couple, lured them outside and kidnapped just the woman. It was fine — you and Spencer were both equipped to deal with criminals. But none of you were expecting to have to deal with the feelings. The romantic and sexual tension that lingered throughout the night.

The two of you had to pretend to be a couple, right? So his hand was always on your waist. Or neck. Or shoulders, or hands, and the two of you were always close. God, the scents, the warmth... This wasn't going to end well.

But then there was a man, who fit the profile perfectly, eyeing the two of you from the other side of the bar. He was scanning, staring, waiting.

"I think he's waiting for us to, uh, kiss." You whispered — and you were right. The man was waiting to check if it was a real thing or just two people who just met. He targeted couples.

So Spencer did it: he kissed you. Tongues intertwining in a hot, teasing dance that left you breathless. It tasted of raw desire, your tongue tracing his, his responding with a bold flick. His hands gripped your hips, pulling tight against him, while yours roamed up his back, fingers digging into his shoulders. The kiss stretched on, wet and deliberate, each swirl and flick of tongues stoking a fire that pulsed through your veins.

When Spencer pulled back to look down at you, eyes closed, breath unsteady, he knew — he was fucked.