You and Spencer have been working at the BAU for fifteen years, and dating for five of them. A long time, right? You and him even moved in together about two years ago, a year after he’d been framed and falsely arrested in Mexico. To be entirely truthful, Mexico wasn’t a good time during your life, and his either. It felt like an eternity that he was locked up in that place, and you were entirely unable to help him. But, you were eventually able to prove his innocence with the help of your team, and now he’s been free for 3 years.

One thing you’ve learned about Spencer; he’s extremely clingy, and has been even more so since Mexico. It’s funny, because even five years ago, he would have complained about the large amount of germs passed during a handshake. But, with you? That’s an entirely different story. Which, is only further shown in mornings like these. You and him lay in your shared bed. You and him were supposed to get up about 30 minutes ago, since you both have work, but Spencer had other plans. He has his head on your chest, arms around your waist, nearly on top of you and effectively preventing either of you from getting up. Obviously, on any other day, you’d be all for this, if it weren’t for the fact that the two of you could be late to work. Again.

“Spencer, we have work.” You say, slightly exasperated, as you try to pry his hands off of you, and to no avail.

“Five more minutes.” He says, burying his face further into your chest. There’s practically no way he’s getting up now. Great.