It had been a week since Hotch made the request for you to work undercover jobs. He had called you, after you had gotten home from your last case, about the details. You were to start off small and work your way up.

Consistent contact, only for a certain amount of days, and if you ever wanted an out- you could take it. You also would be given jobs that weren't high risk. Which seems simple enough.

Your first case undercover was too easy. You were supposed to confirm suspicions of a teacher in a high school that sold drugs to students. It ended with you taking the principal, two teachers, and a few students into custody. You played as a new teacher that needed quick cash. This lasted a week.

The second case was almost the same as for difficulty. Find the dirty cops that sold evidence, whether it be drugs or other valuables. You were undercover as a security guard for the evidence room.

And when some sleazy guy tried to offer half of the cash he would get for it just to enter the room, you played into it. You wanted to see where it would lead. Which you were right in doing so because he had a partner whom he was also hooking up with during lunch breaks. This lasted two weeks.

The third case was when there were casualties included. Your role was to be a college TA and a student, multiple students created cults and would burn the dorms of those that declined. You rounded up 17 students in total because you accepted the initiation. This took 3 months.

Your latest case was hard in comparison to the rest so far. You had been undercover within a gang that robbed multiple stores and banks. It took so long to get trusted by one of the members to join, especially figuring out who was in the gang in the first place. You spent 8 months away, and you were given little room to make contact which is why the director of that case called Hotch and got the BAU involved.

Acting as if you didn't know the team, especially Spencer was hard. You had made sure the gang would get caught but without hard evidence. Leading you all to be asked questions as a group. You could barely look at your team due to the fact that you had gone through with certain things you weren't proud of.

But when you were all finally split up, you spilled your guts on everything you knew. Crying in Spencer's arms because you had hurt a few people that got in the gang's way from robbing a few places. But nevertheless, bringing them all down. The bitter and aggressive looks the gang had given you, while being escorted out and witnessing you catch up with the team, gave you a boost in your confidence. They never once doubted you after earning their trust.

Every time you were given a case, you'd call Spencer as often as you could. Always with the promise to come back as you knew once your time limit was up- you'd be extracted. You were filled with pride knowing that not once have you exceeded that limit. You became very good at adapting to a new identity and deceiving others. Which in hind sight, is not something you'd brag about but since it was for a good cause- you could not be bothered.

Hotch had requested for you to spend more time on your actual job due to the 8 months you were away. You had to admit that the double jobs tired you to no end but it relieved the pressure of your mind ever so slightly. You still had cases with the team between each undercover job but the team still needed you more. Each time you would come back from a new job, you were attached to Spencer as much as he was attached to you. He never left your side during cases.

You and Spence had talked about what the new job meant for your relationship. You both knew it would cause some strain to the fact that you guys were figuring out your feelings for one another and your place in each other's lives. Spencer loved you and you really liked Spencer. Coming to the agreement that all was worth it as long as any extra time were for dates and alone time.

Taking a deep breath before knocking on Spencer's door, you wiped your sweaty palms against your jeans. He quickly smiled and invited you in. Your nervousness was born once Spencer had called you and asked you to come over to talk about things. It was ominous and frightening. But as your eyes met with the lit candles and dinner that was set up. Your shoulders relaxed and you turned to Spencer.

You had so many things going on now that you had almost forgotten the fact that it has officially been one year since you both had been kidnapped while undercover; where he professed his love for you.

But the glowing look in his eye with his different hairstyle had reminded you how much time has really passed. He seemed lighter in a way and you were more well-adjusted. Of course the both of you had not reached the peak of it yet, but time has healed certain wounds.

"I hope you like takeout, I tried to make one of Rossi's dishes but I got caught up in trying to set everything else up. The sauce ended up burning and it was truly a disas-" You pull Reid into a sweet kiss before mumbling how perfect it truly was.

He smiled at you with the candlelight dancing in the reflection of his brown puppy dog eyes. You looked into them deeply, in search for something you couldn't recall. The very thing only Spencer has had when he looks at you. True love. In the ugliest yet most beautiful form there was.

"Technically, it's not an anniversary... but I want it to be." He whispered as the close proximity caused a limitation to his voice. He was nervous. You knew that.

"What are you saying, Spencer?" You ask him delicately. His eyes never leaving yours causes every coherent thought to fade away. He takes a deep breath before taking your hand and slowly pulling you to a new destination. He led you to your seat at the dining table. You sat idly, waiting for his courage to grow. You had no clue what he was going to say or do. You were only focused on the longing look he gave you.

"Just stay here for a second; I have some things for you." Your eyes widen slightly, unexpecting of his gift giving nature.

"Ok." You mutter to yourself as you play with the sleeves on your crewneck sweater. A reminder that you were in fact underdressed for the occasion. Of course Spencer didn't warn you about any specifics but you disapprovingly shook your head at yourself regardless. Your hands become slightly clammy from the nerves.

Racking your brain for what could be happening, but it seemed the panic didn't allow your inner profiler to figure it out. You sighed before hearing Spencer clumsily run into something, letting a small 'ow' to leave his lips, before returning to you with flowers and a small jewelry box. He set both down in front of you and moved to his own seat.

Curiously staring at both gifts, you run your fingers over the petals of your favorite flowers. A reminder that when you two worked a case together for the first time, you noticed the victim holding a small bouquet. You ran your fingers over them just like you did now. Spencer asked if they had any significance to the case. You had denied him in a whisper then stated that they were your favorite. Of course Spencer remembered- he always does. But knowing it's been ages since that moment made your eyes water. You both have been through so much together and he has the blessing and curse to remember it all.

"Thank you, they're beautiful." His smile beaming with excitement and impatience.

"You're welcome... now open the box." You laugh lightly before slowly dragging your hands over to the black velvet box. Just to tease Spencer's eagerness.

You open the box just to gaze at a promise ring. The band was made out of real polished silver. It had an opal stone on it; shaped like an oval. You immediately recognized it as Spencer's birthstone. You pulled the ring out of the box and saw there was an inscription on the inside of the band.

'This I Promise You, As Long As You Allow Me. ~S.R.'

"This I promise you, as long as you allow me." Spencer says as his eyes gaze into yours. He sincerely says your full name then takes a moment to gain more courage.

"I am irrevocably, madly, truly, and deeply in love with you. We have been dating for a year now. Trying to impossibly figure out how our lives will fit with one another's. Our jobs, while being the same... mostly, can hurt relationships like no other. We can be used to hurt another, there's a chance for us to get hurt every day, and you get sent away to go undercover half the time. We come with baggage, pain, and distance.
But throughout it all- we have always come back to each other. My feelings for you have only grown since I confessed how I felt for you a year ago. And if worse comes to worse and you won't allow me to be in your life anymore for whatever reason, I will still belong to you. I would wait forever. And I'm not really good with expressing myself ; with any of this really, so I'll keep it short. But I want to know if you would allow me to be your person, your partner, and your boyfriend."

You stare at Spencer for a moment.
Stunned? Absolutely. Hesitant? Never.

"All at once?" You lightly joke to subside his panic to your silence.

"By all means, yes." He says without a doubt.

"I'm warning you now... I've never been a girlfriend before." You nervously tease. Awaiting his rejection or for him to tell you he was just messing with you.

"You're already perfect." Nodding slowly as you take in his words. You weren't afraid of committing to Reid. You were afraid to give the world a chance to ruin you and Spencer. The mindweb seeps into your mind. Screaming at you that this may be the thing that goes wrong and causes you to leave. It almost wins the battle in your brain.

"HH?" Spencer stops your train of thought. You freeze to absorb the look in his eyes. And that's when the nameless look hit you, you slowly realize and accept it for what it was. Understanding it was the same as the one you have adapted to give him as well. Not like you had to try to do so- it changed on its own.
You love Spencer.

"I love you, Spence. So yes... I allow you." You both smile at each other. He reaches across the table to your hand that was holding the ring. Gently grasping it out of your possession only to slip it onto your left ring finger.

The awareness of the fact that Spencer was always two steps ahead of you when it came to affections was indisputable. He loved you when you festered a crush. And when you loved him, he promised his life, virtue, and soul.

That you were the bane of his existence due to his passion.
An annoyance to crave you while you were away. The frustration to not have you all to himself. Distress towards his incompetence of drowning out your complicated mind. Discomfort of thinking about you during his lonely nights, not around to satiate his needs.

You weren't so far off the same page as him in the book that contained your relationship. Yet you still wished to catch up to him; feeling as if you were a few chapters away but ready for what was to come ahead of you.

Part of you wondered if you assumed yourself to be ready because if not; your legs would give out from underneath you. Running too fast to catch up to the finish line. As if you didn't hear the gunshot on time.

But you pushed that aside, it wasn't possible with a guy like Reid. He said and did all the right things. Clumsily of course. But you both have never even had a serious fight.

"Shall we eat? I'm sure you're starving." Spencer nervously asks, unsure of where to go now that his impatience exceeded his original plan to eat then ask for a status. You gingerly nod as you couldn't shake your fears.

"Thank you for all of this. It means a lot, and I know you are far more experienced with dating which allows me to trust you with everything, but I'm glad you're my first boyfriend." You anxiously spill your guts to him.

"It was no problem. I thoroughly enjoy this time with you, I promise. Well actually, while I have had a girlfriend before; dating and plans like these are still new to me. And as your first, I hope to be your last." Spencer states while craning his neck down to look at you. Your head rested on his shoulder while you both cuddled on his couch.

"Ok loverboy, I think that's enough feelings for one night." You say as you smile yet never let your eyes leave the television set.

"Fair enough... you know the movie ended 13 minutes and 26 seconds ago. And yet we are still staring at it as if it were still playing. Would you like to spend the night?" You glance over at Spencer's watch. One-thirty seven A.M.

"Good thing we are off on the weekends, it's so late and I had no clue. And yea, I probably should stay- I already keep some of my stuff here anyways." You huff as you both stand up to go to his bedroom.

"With your second job, you started staying here more than your own apartment. Not that I'm complaining... I'm just mentioning it because I think you should bring more supplies. We spend so much more time together when you come back." Spencer explains as he sifts through his clothes for the both of you to wear.

"Yea it's probably a good idea to stock up here. I was thinking about asking my director to lay off the smaller jobs so I can spend more time with the BAU. But if I do then I'd also be away longer with no contact." You shrug as he gives you a loose cotton t-shirt and boxers. You head over to his bathroom since you didn't want to sleep with your undergarments. While slightly risky, comfort was your main priority.

"I think longer periods of time with you would be nice and I'm sure the team would appreciate having you around more." Spencer says as he changes into his own night time attire.

"I'm glad you think so too. Can I open the door now?" You wait behind the door with your folded clothes in your hands.

"Yea- you're good." You exit the bathroom quickly and put your clothes on the desk chair before you both go to do your night time routine. Afterwards, you faceplant into the bed and allow yourself to breathe in Spencer's scent in his sheets. Automatically relaxing at his familiarity and comfort.

"Tired?" Spencer laughs at the sight.

"Not quite." You mumble into his bed yet he hums in understanding before getting under the sheets.

You get up to situate yourself under the blanket as well and scoot closer to him. You lay on your side as he faces you to mirror your position.

"You know... we have been a couple for a few hours and you haven't kissed me as my boyfriend yet." You mutter considering how close you guys are.

"Is that right?" You nod and smile as he scoffs at the idea.

"Well then I guess we have to change that..." Spencer cuts his sentence off as he closes the gap between you two. At first it started off with a simple sweet kiss, but you both had gone back in for more. The simplicity turned into a strong desire that was beyond understanding. Something neither of you has crossed before.

Spencer cupped your jaw, bringing you closer and closer. Your hand started to dangerously pull at his neck. Close was not close enough. Clumsily moving on top of him with your legs straddling the side of his hips.

The kissing had deepened in a way that made you both weak yet hesitantly panic. You've never been in this position. You don't know what you are doing and neither does Reid.
But you both want it desperately. The strength of desire swarmed you.

You tugged at his hair causing sickly sweet sounds you were unaware that Spencer could make; furthering the building lust between you two.

His hands slowly glide onto your hips, a rough squeeze to affirm that this was real and that you were in fact in his hands. The kiss breaks for a moment as you both pant and search one another's eyes.

"Are you sure?" Spencer nervously asks.

"Yes, but I'm not experienced." You slowly pull back further, stupidly assuming rejection.

"Then I guess we both have to figure it out." Spencer states before pulling you all the way onto him. Your hips rock against his lap as he continues the kiss. Part of you really wished you were more experienced so you'd be able to lead the situation better.

The both of you trying to figure out what to do and where to go with this made the act clumsy yet innocent. You feel himself harden underneath you. Which urges you to continue the mixture of tugging the hair at the nape of his neck and rocking yourself onto him.

Anxiously you remove your hands to lift his shirt. Palms flush against his slightly toned abdomen, moving upward. You break apart to pull it off of him and he quickly goes to do the same to yours. Surprised due to the full view of you completely topless.

He clears his throat swiftly before taking his time to get back into things. He awkwardly connects his lips to your jaw, slowly finding a good pattern to follow based off of your hums of pleasure. You put your hands back through his hair while you enjoy the new sensations.

As he decorates your neck with hickeys, his hands graze your chest slowly working down to the spots he wouldn't know how to handle but would valiantly try.

"Is this ok with you?" He mumbles against your neck.

"Spencer, please just touch me." You surprised yourself at the neediness you had displayed.

His fingers danced along your skin in a way that reminded you of an itch that you were finally able to scratch. He played with your perky nipples, cupping your tits entirely. The feeling causing a mixture of festering desire and heat. His lips then trailed down to one of the buds. Swirling his tongue around, over, against.

The sound of your pleasure filled Spencer's ears, driving him mad. You started to fully grind against his bulge. Craving more pleasure. Spencer's moans against your nipple made you gasp at the new sense. You both desperately unlocking new achievements with your bodies. Spencer starts to move between each bud, spending the same amount of time for each one.

Spencer gently twisted you to be below him instead as he lowered himself slowly. Trailing kisses down to your stomach before hooking his fingers into the boxers. His eyes never left yours, waiting for you to tell him to stop.

Your breath hitched at the realization of his plans and you bit down onto your bottom lip. You nodded at him before he removed the article of clothing. You were now on full display and very insecure. He stared as he propped your legs up. He brought one finger to your clit; slowly and teasingly rubbing. You try your best to keep quiet but the feeling was new and indescribable.

"You are so beautiful... such a pretty girl." He speaks before removing his hand so his mouth can connect to your clit.

You couldn't hold back at this point, while being slow and sensual, the unknown feeling made your insides contract in a way that begged for more.

You allowed one of your hands to grip his hair while the other gripped the sheets. Moans and whispered curses left your lips before you could comprehend it. Your heated arousal caused Spencer to speed up, flicking his tongue and lapping your sticky fluid into his mouth.

Desperate to keep tasting you. He slowly penetrated your hole with one finger. Loosening you up for himself.

You whined at the added pressure but accepted the pleasure that came along with it. Soon enough he added a second which took more patience to adjust to. You couldn't bear to look away from Spencer. He kept his eyes on you as well as your face contorted with pleasure. His lips broke away from you as he continued to steadily pump his fingers.

"Hold on baby, I'm gonna add another ok?" You nod feverishly as you watch him stare at your widening entrance as he pushes another digit into you.

His face showed amazement and wonder as if he was conducting an exciting experiment. You felt a lot of pressure and hissed in slight distaste. He slowed the pace down and watched his hand work onto you as he used his other hand to rub your clit. Once the pressure subsided you begged for more.

He couldn't get enough of the sight of his glistening fingers that curled into you, hitting a spot you weren't aware he could reach. He licked his lips and kept building your pleasure.

After a moment, he reluctantly pulled himself away completely. You whined at the loss as he moved to his bedside table to find a condom.

You watched as he sucked on his fingers mindlessly before grabbing the small packet. You sat up and attempted to remove his boxers to help.

He kicked them off before sitting in between your legs as you both went back to your original places.

He ripped the packet open and took out the condom. He rolled it onto himself gingerly before telling you to let him know what you want and need, as well as if you want to stop.

Hovering over you to connect your lips after you nodded at his words. One hand went to rub your clit, you impatiently touched yourself and played with your left nipple as well. He planted one last sweet kiss before situating himself.

"Ready?" He asks.

"Do it." You say not long before he slowly pushes his dick into you. Your wet arousal making it easier for him to slip through but your tightened muscle fighting against him; making him groan.

Your eyes pinch shut at the heightened pressure. It barely hurt due to him preparing you properly but it was a lot of pressure. He finally sunk himself all the way in, leaning down to pepper your neck with kisses. Mumbling sweet nothings and praise. The feeling subsided and you opened your eyes.

"Ok you can move now but slowly." His hands gripped your waist as he moved himself. You both started making sounds that mixed together.
Neither of you daring to break eye contact.

Pleasure creeps up into you and you beg him to go faster. He nods but as soon as he does so the pleasure completely consumes you both. Skin slapping, moans and whimpers, desperate hands pulling at each other.

It was like a fever dream that you wanted to live over and over again. Lips sloppily locking. Praises and curses. It all kept building and growing and you were almost at your breaking point. You squeezed around him, about to climax, and that sent him over the edge.

His pace not once faltered as you screamed his name while your eyes rolled back. You were writhing underneath him as he was twitching inside of you. Spilling his contents into the condom.
Riding out your highs 'til it passed.

He then put all his weight on top of you, burying his face into your neck. You both lay there hoping to catch your breath.

You played with his hair as you inspected the scratch marks on his shoulders and back that you didn't remember leaving.
His hands traced your skin softly, you both had calmed down at this point.
He pulled back enough to kiss you which you happily accepted. He then pulled out completely to clean you guys up.

"Was that okay? I didn't hurt you, did I?" He asks as he busily continues working on the after care.

"It was great, and no, you didn't hurt me." You say as you watched him clean you up and hand you his clothes once more.

"Ok good, I'm glad. I really enjoyed it." He said as he slipped his boxers on, leaving his shirt behind, before sliding into bed by your side.

"I know you did." You joke as he rolled his eyes. "You know when I said a kiss- I didn't mean all that but I'm happy regardless." You tease him more as he lightly laughs before cuddling up into you.

"Goodnight, HH."

"Goodnight, Spencer."

Darkness soon enveloped you both as you held onto one another like a lifeline.

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Author speaks!!
Guys I can't write smut so just enjoy what you can get alright. Also if you are uncomfortable with all that then I'd advise you to scroll cautiously throughout this book. Much love<3