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Chapter Two

My eye's flutter open and I'm lying on Spencer's chest. He's running a hand up and don my back. I prop up on my elbows and gaze down at him.

"Good morning, my handsome genius, how did you sleep?"

"Better than ever. You?"

"Wonderfully."

"How do you feel?"

"Good. A little sore."

"I'm sorry, I should have been more careful." He tries to duck his head but I put to fingers under his chin and make him look at me.

"Spencer, it was perfect. Everything I could have imagined." I giggle, remembering him asking if I was okay every five minutes. He puts his hand on my face and I lean down and kiss him deeply. He flips over on top of me, biting down softly on my bottom lip. I watch him catch a glance at the clock. It's 5am! Make's sense considering we were both asleep by 8.

"Good enough for round two?" He cocks an eyebrow and flexes his hips against me.

"Practice does make perfect." I smirk and claim his lips.

I lay sprawled across his chest and he's playing with my hair.

"Do you want breakfast?"

"I don't want to leave this bed," I murmur against his throat and run my tongue along his Adam's apple, making him quiver.

"Well as much as I would love to lay in this bed and make love to you all day, I should really get ready for work.

"Let me make you breakfast while you shower." I smile and run my hand through his slightly damp hair.

"Are you trying to tell me I stink?" He raises an eyebrow and stifles a laugh.

"Quite the opposite. You smell like us, but you, my dear, are surrounded by profilers, so you need to reduce suspicion. So, go get cleaned up." I give him a chaste kiss and get out of bed, slipping on his shirt from the day before sauntering into the kitchen. About twenty minutes later he comes into the kitchen and sits on one of the barstools. Damn, he looks good.

"You look good in earth tones."

"And you look good in earth tones too, specifically that little number." He motions at me with his fork and pushes his hair out of his face.

"What are you doing today?"

"I'll work for a few hours, and I have a paper to write."

"When do you have to be online?"

"Ten. Offline at twelve."

"You wanna drive me to work?" He gives me a sheepish grin. Oh my. We both have the afterglow-stuck like glue-crazy about eachother thing going on.

"I'd love to." I jump up after him and grab my keys off the counter.

"As much as I love to look at those legs, how about you cover them up before we leave?" He laughs as he's shoving papers into his bag and I run off to the bedroom to throw some leggings on.

When we pull up to the BAU he gives me a quick kiss and goes to get out.

"What time do you want to be picked up?"

"Six. If that's okay. I know you have work to do so I can always ride the metro."

"Okay. Love you."

"Love you too."

"Good morning pretty boy!" Morgan appears out of nowhere and I laugh.

"And so, it begins." He rolls his eyes and closes the door, walking toward Morgan. I'm putting the car in gear when I hear Spence.

"Shut up!"

It's around one when Spencer calls me. I think it's cute when he calls me during his lunch.

"Hey babe."

"Hey…I've got some bad news. We just got a case."

"Where at?"

"Ohio, I'm so sorry."

"Don't be. It's the job, right? When do you leave?"

"Two hours. I'll have to run home and get my go bag."

"I can bring it to you."

"No! Umm, I need to get my car. There's no telling when we will get back and I don't want you to have to come get me in the middle of the night."

"Umm okay."

"See you in a bit."

That was strange. I go into the bedroom and empty the old clothes out of his bag and replace his pajamas. I don't pack his other clothes though. I'm sitting it on the bed for him when he comes up behind me, enveloping me in his arms. He nuzzles his face in the crook of my neck. I turn in his arms, returning his embrace and breathe in his scent.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

"Call every day."

"I will."

"Be safe." I tighten my arms around him.

"I will." He kisses my hair and tilts my chin up. He kisses me deeply and then releases me. When he's done packing his bag he goes into the kitchen.

"I checked the mail today after I dropped you off."

"Anything for me?"

"A letter from the look of it." He flips through the stack and pulls it out.

"From my mother."

"Why doesn't she just call you?"

"Prefers letters."

"Next time you go to visit her could I come?"

"Why would you want to do that?"

"Because that's a pretty standard thing. Meeting a guy's mother?" I giggle and his eyes narrow.

"Ask and ye shall receive."

"Are you just saying that so we won't argue."

"Kind of. I just…I don't know about taking you to see my mother."

"Why not?"

"I just don't want to do this now."

"Come to think of it, I haven't met your team either, except for in passing."

"Ashleigh, don't…"

"Spencer…"

"I'll call you later." He ducks out the door after giving me a chaste kiss. "Love you!" He calls back at me.

"Love you too!"