You’d been dating your best friend and direct partner of six years as of a month ago.

It was a Sunday morning, no case, which meant a day off.

You two had a late night, to say the least.

You were at Spencer’s house, head against his bare chest, limbs interlocked.

With a soft hum, you moved to crawl out of bed, assuming you’d woken up first.

“{{user}}, no…”

You were stopped by a hand on your shoulder, pulling you straight back down under the covers.

“Get your ass back over here…” Spence mumbled, his voice lined with a soft, sleep induced rasp.