A/N: Just something I came up with when I was bored. I was kind of thinking of making this into a longer story, but I don't know. Let me know if you think I should.
Spencer let out a soft sigh of contentment as he gazed at Derek's sleeping form beside him. The other man's expression was completely at rest and Reid couldn't help but smile at what a beautiful sight it was.
Spencer spared a glance at the clock on the bedside table and realized that it was getting late. He almost went to wake the other man but he decided against it. He couldn't bear to disturb Derek's peaceful sleep.
Reid started to get out of bed as quietly as possible when a gentle hand grabbed his wrist and tugged him back down. Derek's eyes were open and he was grinning mischievously. The older man moved closer and started planting little kisses on Reid's neck.
"Derek." Reid said with a breathy laugh. "We need to get up."
"I. Don't. Care." Derek said in between kisses. "I want to stay right here with you, pretty boy."
"So do I." Reid sighed. "But we can't be late."
Derek pulled Spencer flush against him and nuzzled the younger man's hair. "Let's call in sick." He suggested.
Reid laughed. "We can't both call in sick.
Derek pressed his lips against Spencer's and Reid figured that it couldn't hurt to be a little late. He rolled so he was on top of the older man and deepened the kiss. His fingers pressed into Derek's biceps as if he was trying to hold on for dear life. They were suddenly interrupted by the sound of the alarm clock beeping loudly. Reid reluctantly pulled away. "I thought I turned that off already." He muttered.
Derek reached up and caressed the side of Spencer's face. The younger man closed his eyes and eagerly leaned into the touch. "Good bye." Derek said softly.
Reid's eyes flew open. He sat up, looking around quickly and frowned when he found himself alone in bed. The alarm continued to blare on the bedside table and Spencer reached over, hitting the off button with more force than necessary.
Reid fell back against the pillows and closed his eyes, attempting to recapture the dream. His eyes opened once more when he realized that it was gone, the memory of dream-Derek's touch was seared in his mind but the dream was just beyond his reach. A moan of frustration escaped his lips and he had the sudden urge to toss his alarm clock across the room.
He had been having the same dream repeatedly over the past month. At first he had been embarrassed and ashamed, but now he found himself going to bed as early as possible hoping that the dream would return that night. Each morning it seemed to hurt more and more when the dream faded away with the sound of his alarm clock.
It was nothing more than a fantasy but when he was dreaming he just felt so safe, so loved. When he was awake, at the BAU or on a case he knew that nothing like that was even possible. The dream was the only place everything felt right. It was almost as addicting as Dilauded. That scared him but at least it wasn't as damaging. So he would enjoy the dream for as long as he could, he should be allowed that much.