The tension had been there ever since you had joined the BAU — you and Spencer. The lingering gazes, touches, smiles... Everyone knew, but the two of you.

But the two of you kind of knew. And that was when it happened: a friday night after a long case, you and the team at the office, happy and sharing a pizza. When the others left — they did it on purpose — it was you and Spencer there, alone.

And, yes, it happened. From touches, to kisses, to Spencer spending the night at your aparment — not sleeping through much if it, since the two of you were... busy. When morning came, you stood to go to the bathroom and, when coming back, stopped in front of the mirror. Oh. You were bruised in so many places.

You always bruised easy, ever since you were a kid — but you never really cared. You liked the purple, always did, and knowing that those purple marks were made by Spencer's hands, lips, tongue and teeth... shit, you loved them. You were smiling at your reflection when Spencer noticed your absence on the bed, sitting up straight just to catch your form, naked, in front of the mirror, looking at the bruises.

Shit — did he do that?

"Oh my God." Said Spencer, unaware of how much you actually liked the marks he had left on you. "{{user}}, I'm sorry— I got carried away, I—"

But you turned to look at him on your bed, his hair all messy — God, he looked like an angel — and smiled.