A/N: Oh yeah, I forgot about this one-shot I wrote a while back. Thought I might as well throw it out there too. Enjoy. And don't forget to review. :)

It was night time, cold outside but warm in bed. They were snuggled against one another for extra warmth. Derek started to feel a little frisky, as usual, so he started in with his usual seduction routine. However, Spencer was not in the mood tonight.

Spencer was lying there ready to go into a peaceful slumber when he felt light kisses on the back of his neck. As much as he loved being Derek's sexual outlet, tonight he wanted sleep even more.

Spencer grumbled, "Derek, come on, I'm not in the mood."

Derek whispered in a low voice, "Now who said anything about being in the mood."

Spencer sighed rather amused, "Well, you implied it, by your...(he paused mid-sentence)"

"By what?" Derek said.

Spencer sits up in bed and turns on the lamp. "Did you hear that? I heard a crash down stairs." Spencer begins to get up, when Derek pushes him back down, gets up and grabs his gun off the nightstand, all in one quick movement.

"You stay put Spencer." he said in a hushed demanding tone.

"But, but, Derek" was all Spencer was able to say before he was left alone and waiting for him to come back.

It was only a few minutes later before Derek came rushing back into the room.

"Ah, don't worry. It was Clooney. The door to the laundry room wasn't closed all the way and he got out and knocked something off the table." he said while climbing back into bed.

Spencer was quiet. You could tell he was pissed. Derek looked at him and said, "What's wrong babe, I told you it was nothing."

Spencer looked at him exasperated, "I tell you what's wrong, you."

"Me!"

"Yeah you! I was going to check on it myself and you just pushed me down like I'm a invalid or something"

"Oh," Derek chuckled a little. "I'm sorry. I get caught up in the moment."

"You don't think I'm capable to check on a bump in the night? Might I remind you I'm an FBI agent too, with a gun. I could've went."

Derek sighed, "No offense babe, but no you couldn't."

Spencer looked incredulous, "What!"

Derek thought to himself, definitely getting no sex tonight.

"I'm sorry but your track record is not good in the field. You're a trouble magnet Pretty Boy plain and simple."

"So you don't think I'm capable in the field?"

"Now I didn't say that."

Spencer glared at him.

"I didn't say that. What I'm saying is...you're just more suited in other areas, like" (his frisky mood was returning) "like say for instance in here"

Spencer rolled his eyes, laid back down and turned away.

"No, no now listen." Derek whispered in that sultry voice he loved to use.

"See in here you're well coordinated. Agile...Your timing is precision like...You have excellent breathing control," He said while wrapping his arms around Spencer's waist, even though Spencer wasn't facing him he could tell he was smiling.

"You're determined, forceful when you need to be, great balancing skills,

"and",... he added "your flexibility and stamina amazes me." he said while giving him a squeeze.

"You may be a hot-mess, in the field, but you're hot stuff in bed."

Spencer turned over to face him with a shy smile on his face and leaned in to kiss him briefly on the lips.

"You almost got lucky tonight until "hot-mess", you just don't know when to quit do you?" Spencer smirked.

He kissed him on the cheek this time, then said, "Good-night Derek." as he turned back over to go to sleep.

"Good-night Pretty Boy."

Like I thought, no sex tonight.