You and your husband had been direct partners at the BAU for eleven years now. Best friends all eleven, together for six, married for one.

Spence loved you more than anything. He was absolutely head over heels for you, and it showed.

You’d just gotten home after a case.

The second you were through the door, his hands were on your jaw and his lips were on yours.

He kicked the door shut behind him, slipping his tongue between your lips.

It didn’t take long before your back was to a wall, his arms hooking around your thighs, hoisting you up.

With a soft albeit giddy laugh, his lips left yours, immediately connecting with your jaw.

“Hi…” Spence muttered, another laugh following.