Notes: This story is not going to be linear. All the chapters will jump around between the future and the past. I'm not sure if It will ever have an end because I love this pairing and no one else writes it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who or Criminal Minds. I just love them very, very much. I do own the plot, however.

She thinks he is at his most handsome when he's fast asleep and not drowning in all the sorrow he has to deal with in the waking world from the cases he has to handle at work. His body loose rather than rigid, his face smooth and lips lightly parted. She likes to watch as his eyes move beneath his lids, especially when the dreams are vivid and little sighs fall from his mouth.

She'll trace her finger along his brow, down the bridge of his nose, across his upper and lower lip, down his chin, up his jaw. Always in this way, always ever so gently so as not to startle.

During her second run through, his lips move against her finger in a light kiss. She meets his eyes, winded by the softness of them beneath his lashes. They'd been together for two years now and he still took her breath away.

"You know, Rose," he cleared his throat softly, trying to rid himself of the gravelly voice that sleep had brought on, "I'm beginning to sense a pattern here."

"Is that so, Supervisory Special Agent Dr. Spencer Reid?" her tongue is in her teeth and her hand is still along his jaw, her fingers moving in a slow back-and-forth pattern.

Rose never called him by just doctor, and he knew why. There were no secrets between them, no lies. She knew about his past drug use and he knew about the Doctor. Every last story there was to tell up until the moment she had met his eyes across the office of the BAU and all those memories began to sting a little less.

She feels her smile grow wider as she watches him begin to show a soft smile of his own, "Ooh, you know I love it when you do that."

"Is that so? Tell me what else you love." She's moved so her arms are around him and his around her, one of his long fingers drawing slow circles on her side under the hem of her ridden up night dress.

He sighs, pretending like he has to seriously think about it, "I love my mother."

She nods her head, humming her approval.

"I love saving people and putting away the bad guys, my extended family at the BAU," He shifts so she is under him, making sure that all her attention is on him before continuing, "and most of all you. I love you."

She smiles slyly, "Is that so?"

He makes a quick face, one she's familiar with, light frown, crinkled brow. It was Spencer's confused face, "I don't get one back?"

Rose bit her bottom lip softly, flitting her eyes to the side quickly before bringing them back into focus on him. He knew what she was getting at already, he profiled for a living, he had her figured out from the moment she said his full name, "Y'know, watchin' you work today-" She rolled her hips up into his own, "was pretty hot."

He chuckles lightly, "Insatiable, I believe that's the word they would use to describe you."

"Is that the word you would use to describe me?"

"Among other things." He leans down, his lips hovering only a breath above her own.

She moves to capture his mouth with hers, but he dodges her. His nose nudges her jaw as he peppers kisses along her neck and throat. She moans softly, her fingers twining through his hair.

"How else would you describe me?"

She feels his lips move gently across her skin, light brushes accompanied by soft breaths, "Intelligent." A light kiss, "Independent." A flick of his tongue, "Brave." A soft nip, "Above all, beautiful."

She tilts her head back further, another moan curling out of her mouth followed by a light chuckle, "You spoil me."

Spencer answers her in kisses down her throat, light licks across her clavicle. His hands move slowly up her side to pull off her baby doll nightgown. She watches him as he looks her up and down, his eyes hooded as he speaks softly, "Gorgeous."

He covers one of her small breasts with his hand, his thumb rubbing across her nipple and causing it to bead as he leans down to nuzzle the other one with a cheek. His hot breath ghosts over her skin as she rolls her hips into his and she's breath taken by his responding groan. He brushes his lips along her chest, gentle whispers that he times with the move of his thumb along the opposite breast.

Rose whines a little as he pulls away from her, but is immediately satisfied as he removes his shirt and begins kissing his way down her ribs and stomach. A light peck at every rib bone, a soft kiss at every scar. He stops when he reaches the area between her hips, moving to place her foot against his shoulder so he can kiss his way along the inside of her thigh instead. When he's bent back down and has reached her hip once more he spends a moment there, lavishing her skin with his tongue. She shivers, her leg clamping down on his shoulder when he reaches a particularly sensitive area just above her panty line.

He's there for what feels like an eternity to her, teasing her just out of the way from what he knows she really wants. Her fingers find their way into his wavy brown hair, carding lightly through his tresses as he stops and gently rest his head against her inner thigh. His breath gives her goose bumps as he continues to lay there, the cool air hitting the wet skin he had just left behind.

"I don't know what I did to deserve someone like you." She's startled by his words, but doesn't get to say much as he interrupts her when he rubs a slow circle around her clit with his thumb, a hearty moan coming out of her mouth instead, "Guys like me, we don't get the girl. We get to watch as people like Morgan, or your friend Jack, gets the girl instead. Just when I was beginning to think I'd never find anyone, you came and completely took me by surprise. I think that our situation best applies to what Paulo Coelho said in The Alchemist 'I love you because the entire universe conspired to help me find you'." His thumb moves again, harder, "Out of all the universes that you could have ended up in, you ended up here, with me. I think that has to mean something and I want to spend the rest of my life trying to figure it out."

She throws her head back when he languidly licks her through her panties, a deep moan crawling out of her chest and echoing around the room and being answered with a soft sigh from him. She struggles to look down at him as he quickly divests her of her last article of clothing, trying to catch his eyes so that she can maybe get a word in edgewise, but he never gives her that chance. Instead, he buries his head between her thighs, his tongue dipping into her core, then back out to run tight, concentric circles around her clit over and over again. He does this for a few minutes, tasting her, teasing her, before pulling her to the edge then stopping altogether. She's nearly mad at him until he begins crawling up her body, kicking his pajama bottoms off along the way.

"I'm glad."

Spencer gives her his confused face again, "I'm sorry?"

She smiles, leaning up to lavish at his neck while she spoke. "That it was this universe. That out of everywhere I could have been dropped on my last ride, I ended up here -with you. I wouldn't have it any other way."

She pulls back to press her lips to his in a sweet kiss, trying hard to impress her feelings on him. They take their time with the kiss, slow mouth movements, subtle head tilts, long strokes of their tongues, but she feels a heat pool low in her belly at the taste of her in his mouth. An aching need to have him, right then, right now.

She pulls back, panting softly as he slowly pushes into her heated center. He knows he doesn't need to go this slow, she can take it. They'd had almost every kind of sex before, but this sedated lovemaking was something completely new.

Spencer was still in her for a moment, his mouth coming down to meet hers in a soft kiss after soft kiss. She took the time to take in this moment, the feel of him in her, before rocking her hips up gently to meet his first languid thrust. She nearly tipped over the edge from the feel of him hitting every spot inside of her accompanied by the sound of his hearty groan.

They kept that pace for a while, meeting each other in the middle every time. Rose mewled as he changed up the game a little, pulling one of his hands between them and using his thumb to massage gently at her clit once more. Finally, she fell, her walls convulsing around him as she gripped at his wrist and the sheets. He rode it out slowly with her, bringing her down with a slow rocking of his hips.

"I love you, Spence. God I love you." She wound her fingers through his hair, bending his head down to kiss him hard as she rocked her pelvis up into him forcefully, "Now, fuck me."

He moaned at the sound of her rarely used vulgar language before giving into her demands with a hard thrust. He leaned back, placing one hand on her bottom and using the other to throw her leg over his shoulder. She cried out at the change in position, the new angle giving him better access to her g-spot. Her head fell back as he picked up the pace, her back arching as she listened to the sounds he made. Then, with one final thrust, they came together. Spencer's body convulsing lightly as he leaned down to wrap her up in his arms, both of them riding it out together.

After they had caught their breaths, he pulled out of her quickly, rolling off of her and onto his back and taking her with him, "I'm sorry."

"About what, love?" She kissed his chest lightly, assuring him through touch, "You didn't do anything wrong."

"No, about us having to spend our anniversary doing work. We're out here, working on a murder case, when we should have been at home where I could spend actual time with you. Not that that wasn't fantastic! It's just," he sighed, running a hand through his disheveled hair, "We still have a missing girl to find and I'm a little conflicted about how to feel."

Rose smiled gently, "We'll have other anniversaries, and you said that you wanted to spend the rest of your life trying to solve that problem with the universe. Besides, this one wasn't so bad. I enjoyed everything just now, it's a great break from the case."

He looked like he was about to say something more, but they were startled by a hard fast knock at their door. She stared at him for a moment, pouting as he got up and pulled on his pants to go answer it.

Morgan came rushing in, his voice in a frenzy, "Reid, Someone called in on the missing girl. They found her in a residential neighborhood – alive. We gotta go talk to her and-".

Rose grew a furious shade of red, pulling the blankets around herself tighter, "Derek!"

"Oh sh- You guys, I'm sorry." He flung a hand to his face, spinning around and feeling his way out of the room, "Look, I'll just see you guys downstairs in five and we'll forget this ever happened, alright? Great."

He was gone before either of them could say another word, Reid closing the door almost as soon as he was through it, "Is nothing private anymore?"

She smiled, "Prentiss told me that you used to be a frequent room barge-r before I joined the time."

"Well, yeah, but it was always about the case and none of them ever had a partner in their room I, at least, hesitated before walking. After looking at all the facts, Derek should have known."

"He was clouded by the information on the case. Let's just get dressed and head down there. We'll figure it out."

She was out of the bed by this point, placing a reassuring hand on his arm before beginning to walk away to grab some clothes from her suitcase. She was stopped, however, by a pair of lean arms around her waist.

"Happy Anniversary, Rose Tyler. I love you."

"I love you, too, Spencer Reid."