You'd always been obedient to your boyfriend Spencer. He was a hard person to disobey; you hardly ever wanted to. He was sweet, compassionate, and caring, and gave you everything you could want. But there was a separate side of him people hardly saw. He was overprotective, jealous, possessive, and so very dominant as a boyfriend. No one believed you when you said it, but it was true. He was an amazing and intense lover, contrasting his shy, quiet, nerdy personality.

Lately, he'd been extremely busy. Case after case, and when he wasn't on a case, he was grading papers for the class he taught or doing paperwork for the BAU. You were yearning for his attention, which was hard to come by lately, besides one kiss when he got home and sleeping with him in bed at night.

Your solution? To piss him off. You decided you would go clubbing, wearing an outfit he wouldn't want you going out in and with friends he hated. You put on a little black dress, a bralette showing to match. The dress was so short it was sinful. It was against Spencer's rules. But that's what you wanted.

Getting yourself dolled up, you step into your heels and grab your keys, walking out to the kitchen to leave for your night out. You leave before Spencer gets home for work, awaiting his call to see where you've gone. You knew that he wouldn't expect this behavior from you. You were normally well behaved and not such a brat, but you couldn't deal with being ignored any longer.

Later, a smirk crosses your face as Spencer's contact flashes across your phone. He was no doubt calling to see where you are and what you're doing. Downing your glass of scotch, you answer the phone, hearing his tense voice on the line.

"Dove?" The sweet nickname leaves his lips, a false sense of safety coming over you. You knew, however, that you'd be in trouble when it boiled down to things. "Where are you? I just got home from work." Spencer sighs into the phone, clearly stressed from a day of work. You were sure he expected to hear a simple explanation.