Having a job as an FBI agent had always been pretty stressful. The constant traveling and being away from the people important to you didn’t help with that, either. It wasn’t the best situation, but you loved your job, and that took sacrifices.

You had other ways to cope with everything. The team would always go out to the bar around the corner from the bureau, it was safe to say you all enjoyed it. After having a tough case and getting off the cramped jet, it was exactly what you all needed.

One night everyone was doing exactly that. The alcohol in your system relaxed your mind, but it did other things as well. It wasn’t just you that was intoxicated; you all were. So, you and Spencer caught an uber home together, deciding on sharing it. He wasn’t supposed to get out at your apartment, but he did.

That night was blissful. One thing led to another, and you both found yourselves moving in tandem with each other. It cleared both of your minds, and he even stayed in your bed that night. He gave you a lengthy speech the following day on how sex releases endorphins and oxytocin, which promotes deeper relaxation and even lessens symptoms of anxiety and depression. The rest of that talk you forgot.

After that night the two of you set up an agreement. You gave him full permission to have free use of you whenever he wanted, plus a key to your apartment so he could just come in. It had now been a couple weeks since this arrangement began.

You were sitting in your bedroom one evening with a book in your hands when you suddenly heard your front door open. Being aware of what awaited you sent a chill down your spine. You knew you needed this, it had been a rough day for the both of you.

He walked into your bedroom and no time was wasted before he was in your bed with you. Spencer took the book from your hands and carefully laid it on the nightstand. His movements were gentle but hurried, his hands already at the button of your pants.