Story from Morgan's POV inspired by Good Enough by Evanescence.

Established Morgan x Reid.

I decided that there are enough stories out there where Spencer does not feel as if he is good enough to have a relationship. I felt that it was Derek's turn to feel inadequate.

I do not own Criminal Minds or Good Enough.

Under your spell again.

I watched, utterly fascinated, as your hands flew around as you explained the origins of Halloween. Again. Your long, thin, pale fingers that my mother had once referred to as "piano hands" will never cease to amaze me.

I can't say no to you.

Have you ever noticed that I never say no to anything of the little things you ask of me? It's not like I can't…I could…but I don't want to. Or at least, that's what I've told myself.

Crave my heart and it's bleeding in your hand.

The first fight we had, when you walked out of my apartment, I felt like my heart had been torn apart. And that, I would never be able to put it back together if we didn't make up. When I showed up to your door later that night, you looked almost as bad as I did. We promised to try to not fight anymore.

I can't say no to you.

Shouldn't let you torture me so sweetly.

Sweet, chaste kisses. Long, slow kisses before work. You always leave before I want you too. Then again, if it were up to me, you would never leave. I hate having to wait until the end of the day to kiss you again, it's torturous to watch your lips form wonderfully long words no one understands.

Now I can't let go of this dream.

I have this deep, nagging feeling that this is some weird dream. That'll I'll wake up from a coma and find out that none of this happened. If this is a coma, I don't ever want to wake up unless I am guaranteed it can become real.

I can't breathe but I feel...

Good enough,
I feel good enough for you.

I worry sometimes. I worry that you'll find someone better and leave me. But then I see the big, goofy, indulgent smiles reserved for me, the giggles and the true happiness and I wonder…if there could be anyone better for you.

Drink up sweet decadence.

Whenever we hug, I can't resist burying my nose into your soft hair. There's this fruity smell, laced with coffee, a tinge of my cologne, and a scent that distinctively…You. And I love it. You say you love my smell, but I can't fathom how mine could be any better than yours. But then again, your face seems to be buried in my neck or shirt whenever possible. It's that or you're wearing my shirt around our apartment. Not that I mind.

I can't say no to you,

My Baby Girl tells me that me not being able to say 'no' means that I'm head over heals in love with you. If you were there, you would have been so proud of my response. "I don't understand that saying. If my head is always over my heels, how is it any different than before? Unless there's something wrong with my body? I just love Spencer. There's nothing fancy about it."

And I've completely lost myself, and I don't mind.
I can't say no to you.

Before we "came out" to the team, when I stopped flirted with the girls in bars, Emily thought I went through a personality change. When she asked if I had finally gotten a steady girlfriend, I had to say no. You're no girl. So she thought I was sick. But I wasn't. I stopped flirting because I knew it bothered you, even though you didn't say it, I knew.

Shouldn't let you conquer me completely.
Now I can't let go of this dream.

Our first date. Our first kiss. Our first night together. It all felt so real yet it had a dream-like quality to it. Every day feels like a dream. It's too perfect to be happening to me. But then, I take a step back, and see that it's not all perfect. And I'm okay with that. Because we're Morgan and Reid, and if we can't figure it out, no one can.

Can't believe that I feel...

Good enough,
I feel good enough.
It's been such a long time coming, but I feel good.

For a very long time, I didn't have a steady mate. I didn't want to screw up and have them walk away. I didn't want to have to deal with that. With you, I know that you know me as well as I do and that you love me despite all my imperfections, because even though I like to believe you're perfect, you have imperfections too. And I know yours and love you anyway. And neither of us could ever walk away from this without falling apart. We need each other.

And I'm still waiting for the rain to fall.
Pour real life down on me.
'Cause I can't hold on to anything this good enough.
Am I good enough for you to love me too?

It's been a year since we've gotten together, but in the back of my mind, I still worry sometimes. Especially when you get in that faraway gaze. You disappear into that freakishly large brain of yours (which I love) and I wonder how someone as smart and amazing as you could love me. And then, as if you can read my mind, you tell me that, I'm smarter than I think and "besides, one of us has to have some sort of athleticism and it certainly isn't going to be me."

So take care what you ask of me,
'cause I can't say no.

"Spencer Reid, will you marry me?"

"Of course, I would never be able to say no to you."

I'm glad I'm not the only one.