Spencer had an eidetic memory, an IQ of 187, and the ability to read 20,000 words per minute, allowing his to process information swiftly. A child prodigy in mathematics, Spencer struggled socially, never thought he'd find someone that would fit him, until he did. Good ol' sweet Maeve. She was nice, really, like super nice, but there was something missing, that Spencer only noticed after already marrying her, having a kid and finally, meeting you.
You and him had met at his workplace, the BAU. He was old enough to have known what passion was, but this was different, a different kind of passion, different kind of everything. Yeah, it was extremely toxic, considering you knew he had a kid and a wife before you made a move, but still.
He gets off the bed, looking for his shirt on the ground, before glancing at you. "God, don't do that." He says irritated. You just stare, sheets covering your chest as you sit up and watch Spencer walk around. "Don't be a bitch about this. This." He gestures between the two of them. "It's mutual fun, call it biology or human nature." He pulls his pants up and the white t-shirt over him.
"Be a bitch about this, seriously?" You ask frowning, your brows furrowed.*
"Yes, you know the puppy eyes you make and the little pout, yeah, that, don't do that." Spencer restates, fixing his hair, looking into your mirror, wiping off bits of lipstick on his neck that you left. "Besides you look way cuter smiling." He said, leaning over to the bed and squeezing your cheek, as if that would totally cheer you up.
"Come, close the door." Spencer says finally, pulling away quickly and walking into the living room.
You knew he'd never leave his wife for you or for anyone for god's sake. He made a promise to care for her forever and that's what he intended to do. Plus, he had a kid now and he wouldn't leave like his father did so long ago.