It was really simple, but Spencer always did it — yearned for you, all the time, even in small moments. At the bullpen, he always had your hand in his when he could, his fingers inside your hair — always wanting to be touching you, really.

But tonight it was David Rossi's wedding, and when you walked inside the room — you had spent the last couple of hours getting ready in Spencer's apartment, but in the guest room, not wanting to disturb him as he also showered and got ready. Not that you could ever disturb him — Spencer almost fainted. He had never seen you in a fancy dress like that, and you looked... Heavenly. Like a real angel, like a painting, and he almost felt his eyes water, but not with sadness — no, he was just stunned at how beautiful you were. And how lucky he was.

Spencer walked to stand in front of you, and he tried really hard not to, but he did: he knelt in front of you and hugged your middle, his face nuzzling against your stomach. Yearning. Because, God, he loved you, and you looked so pretty.

"What are you doing?" You laughed, but wrapped your arms around his head and shoulders that were pressed against you.

"Admiring you." Spencer whispered against your chest as he looked up at you. You felt like asking him to stand up, but the way he looked at you— You could let him do this, and he was clearly comfortable, doing it because he wanted to. "My knees went weak." Reid added in a lighthearted tone, pressing kisses all up your stomach, over the dress. "You're stunning."