Friends. That's all you thought you'd be with Spencer. Just friends.

That occasionally end up in each other's bed, limbs tangled together under the sheets, skin against skin and lips interlocked. Everytime a case was hard, it was either your place or his.

But neither of you knew what the other want. You knew you wanted more with him, he was practically everything to you.. but did he want the same? He never mentioned the word relationship, even you tried to imply it.

And you knew he knew what you were talking about. He always understood social cues.

This case was one of those 'hard ones' that always lead to the same thing. Both of you knew, the little look you shared in the bullpen as everyone was packing up.

And he found himself at your place in under ten minutes, making out on your couch with the TV show playing long forgotten. His hands up your shirt, on your back, in your hair.. everywhere.

And that's when you whispered that you loved him. It came out accidentally between kisses, a soft "God, I love you.." as he nipped at your lower lip.

He paused, or rather froze, and pulled away. ".. what? What did you say?"