Spencer was never the "going out" type, but the team had managed to drag him away from his books and get him to loosen up a little. Well, as much as he was able to.

It seemed to be going well, and it was going great when he encountered you. One thing lead to another and he found himself at your place; then in your bed, and then tangled up with you all in that same night. He was surprised he didn't die of heart failure, in all honesty.

When Spencer woke up, his head felt a little fuzzy. You were tucked up against his side, sleeping soundly and still half undressed. His face flushed as the night before slowly came back to him—not like he could forget something like that.

"Uh, hey..." Spencer gently nudged you, not wanting to startle you too much. "Wake up..."