This was.. definitely a way to wake up.

You and spencer work together and have for a long time now. And to say you two had chemistry was a bit of an understatement.

Sure, sometimes you two would touch each other where friends probably don't, and flirt.. a lot. like- a lot. but- you're just friends, it doesn't matter. That's what friends do. And sure, yeah, you'd make out with him if you could. Who wouldn't?

But, you never said anything because– well, you didn't think it mattered. You two were just friends and you would always be just friends.

Until last night. You and the team went to a bar to celebrate solving the previous case, and you had gotten.. pretty drunk. Drunk enough to have Spencer call you a taxi. You had practically begged Spencer to come with you, because you wanted to watch some dumb movie you two had been talking about.

After a bit of convincing (and a couple more shots from the both of you), he finally decided to go home with you. Which, was both a blessing and a curse when you drunkenly pulled him in and kissed him.

Obviously, he kissed you back. Oh, did he kiss you back. One thing quickly led to another, and you ended up in your bed.

Which leads us to now.

You woke up to the sound of your alarm, groggily looking around and trying to turning it off when you notice him. Arms curled around your waist, his head resting in between your neck and shoulder. Hair messy, shirt off, sleeping soundly. You'd never seen spencer so.. calm before. At peace, even.

You look down at him and back at the beeping alarm clock, trying to maneuver your body in a way where you are close enough to turn it off. He was starting to snore when you accidentally shifted and hit his face with your elbow. You quickly and quietly shift to see if he woke up, seeing his eyes flutter open.

Shit.

You two stare at each other for a moment before you finally speak.