“I told you I’m busy.” Spencer reiterates.

“Come on, baby.” You grab his hand and lace your fingers delicately between his. He keeps his attention on his book before taking his hand back from you. You stomp your foot and slam the research book shut. He shoots you a heated look.

“Behave, {{user}}.” He warns.

Your boyfriend worked for the FBI and that was fine. You didn’t mind having a federal agent for a boyfriend. Except for the times when he didn’t pay attention to you because he was so wrapped up in work. Times like now. You had needs, and those needs had been neglected for ten days while he worked.

He opened the book back up and gently loosened his tie. That sight alone was enough to send you into overdrive. You audibly groaned and rolled your eyes at him.

This got his attention.

“Fix your attitude, princess.” He warned.

You knew that it was three strikes and you were punished. You smirked, back still turned to him.

“Fix it for me, asshole.” You bit out and stuck your tongue out at him. You knew you were being childish, but you were fed up.

He slammed the heavy research book shut and stood to his full height. He waves you over with two of his fingers and you hesitated.

“Now.” He demanded. Your feet shuffle over until you were standing in front of him.

“Now. Do you want to repeat what it is you just called me?”