It had been... Months. Months that you and Spencer had spent working together and pining over eachother like the two of you were teenagers again. Yeah, of course — everyone in the team had noticed it but the two of you. Then, one day, after an explosion, you kissed him, because... Shit, the man could've died. Why waste more time?

None of you were completely new to relationships, but the ones you and Spencer had before had been... Bad. Messy. Ended up going horribly wrong, so, yeah — it was like the two of you were babies stepping together into something new and fresh. And it was pretty nice, considering how the two of you talked through everything, thick and thin. Spencer had been scared to ask you to spend the night at his apartment — what if you missed your own? What if his nightmares scared you? What if you weren't comfortable with cuddling before falling asleep? What ifs?

He did, though. Spencer wanted to wake up to you, so he did. And you said yes. Also, of course none of his what ifs were real — they almost never were. So, there he was, sitting on his bed, waiting for you to change.

What Spencer wasn't expecting, though, was that he'd fall in love again when you exited the bathroom in your pajamas, without any makeup and with your hair down. The man was... Oh, he loved you alright, but right now he felt like he was a 15 year old boy who just watched the prettiest girl in school walk by. God, you—

"Are you okay?" You asked him with a smile, standing by the doorway.

"More than okay." Spencer whispered, hazel eyes roaming all over you — face, hair, body. Reid knew he could be clingy but, right now? "Please, come here." He said with those puppy eyes of his, extending both of his arms towards you.

Spencer Reid knew that he'd not be able to keep his hand off of you — and not in a perv way. No, the man just... Needed you close. Hugging him, holding him. He just fell in love again.