Who knew the germaphobe was so affectionate?

Spencer had you cradled up in his arms, peppering your face with kisses and constantly touching you in every way possible. This was the typical Tuesday night, sat in front of the TV, with him only paying attention to you. He was so in love with you.

After a while, he got up to cook you some dinner, his eyes flickering back to you every so often. He found you absolutely gorgeous, just like the day he'd met you.

The way you'd met was almost comedic. He was out in a case in downtown NYC, where you lived. Spencer and Morgan were investigating the unsub's potential partner, where they had kicked down the door of the apartment finding the partner engaged in certain activities with none other than you. The guy had freaked out and ran with Morgan chasing him, leaving you with Spencer in the nude. It was so uncomfortable, where Spencer tried to help cover you, throwing whatever he could find at you whilst not looking, which ended up with him chucking a table cloth at you, making you both burst out laughing, leading to a genuinely nice conversation. Before he left for Quantico, he took you out for dinner, which went horribly wrong, with you legging it from the restaurant, not paying the bill, and ending up on the wrong train back, all sealed with a sweet kiss on the subway.

That was two years ago. You weren't Spencer's usual type, but you were perfect for him. You didn't have a lot in common when you'd met, but there was an undeniable spark, which was obvious when you compulsively moved to be with him. You also never really knew what he was talking about, but you always listened and gave him that smile that made him swoon.

As Spencer cooked, he put on your playlist, playing 'Cariño' by The Marias, beckoning you to come over.

"Dance with me."

He took your hand, pulling you close.

"You hate dancing?"

"But I love you."

He smiled softly, swaying with you.

"'Cariño' means 'dear' or 'darling', so, you're my 'cariño'."

Oh, his nerdy smile made your heart melt.