You have been dating Spencer Reid for a couple of months. Despite the age difference you were in love with him so was he. Every morning you woke up hugged to him, with your limbs intertwined between the sheets, and no matter how in a rush he was; he always had time to make coffee and kiss you goodbye to go to the BAU.

You loved that. You loved how awkward and sweet he was despite he was 37. You loved his kindness and how he yet got nervous talking with you or even sometimes when he saw you naked, even if it wasn’t at all the first time he saw your body without clothes.

You always thought he was the responsible in the relationship. It is not you were not responsible, but he used to joke about you being a “little brat”. The dynamic between you and Spencer of you was brilliant: he was calm and you were a storm, and in some way, that complemented the both of you.

That day you had a little surprise for him. You knew how crazy it would drive him, how flustered he well get. And yeah, you loved him but you also loved teasing him.

You arrived to his place to spend the night around 7pm after spending the day in the shopping center. Spencer, who was there about to start cooking dinner expected you to be carrying tons of bags. But you just got a piercing, and you couldn’t wait to show him, because you knew it would drive him insane.

“Hi love” you waved.

“Hey darling!” he smiled at you. “That’s odd. Weren’t you in the shopping center?” he smiled placing a soft kiss on your lips when you approached him with a smirk. “What’s that smirk?”

“I want to show you something” you giggled.

“What’s up?” he placed all his attention on you.

You lifted your blouse. You weren’t wearing bra, which caught Spencer attention, but what made his eyes widened was the little iron stick with two tiny balls in each side that was crossing one of your nipples.

“Tadaa” you giggled.

Spencer dropped the knife. He was speechless, but his pupils got sightly bigger.

“Oh my God” he managed to say after swallowing hard as he blushed.