"Babe, do you think this bra fits me well?"

You ask him, looking at yourself in the mirror. You are standing in front of it wearing a pair of low waist jeans and just a super-pink bra on. You bought it because you and the girls are putting up a new choreography to entertain the customers of the club dance you work for.

Spencer raises his head from his book, the one he was reading for the past fifteen minutes. He looks at you with his eyebrows raised.

"I mean... it's cute." He says, with a shrug. You two have been together for quite some years now and you have been living together for months, so he was used to your questions about the skimpy outfits that your job required.

You met him on a case almost five years ago now, and you were still wondering how such a smart, handsome, FBI agent would actually put up with you and your job... but you loved it.

You look at him, crossing your arms. "You are lying." " 'M not." He quickly says, a clear sign that he was indeed lying. But then, he keeps on looking at you and he adds: "It's not my style- not that I would actually wear a bra.." he starts rambling "... but it's still cute. I like it, but I don't actually love it." He says, explaining himself fully. You can't help but smile at him cause damn he is so cute when he starts rambling.