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Spencer woke up feeling very warm. He was lying on his back and his body was pressed down into the bed, pinned by a warm weight that at first startled him. Only when he opened his eyes and blinked a few times did he finally realize what it was he was feeling. Then, to his surprise, he felt himself smile a little. Looking down, he saw auburn hair spilled over his chest, the first thing that came into view. The blankets blocked the rest of the view, but he could feel what was there.

Last night, though they were getting more comfortable with one another, he and Remy both had been a little uncomfortable when it had come time for bed. They'd had no idea what to do with one another. In the end, both had dressed down to a pair of pajama pants and t-shirts and they'd climbed into bed, curling up pretty much as far as they could from one another. It would appear that some time in the night their bodies had decided something else entirely. From the look and feel of things, Remy was draped over his chest, his ear pressed to Spencer's heart, one arm flung over him and one leg resting between his. Spencer's arm was around him as well, his hand curled to Remy's hip. Well, we know the man is definitely a cuddler he thought with a mental chuckle. It actually wasn't surprising. One thing he'd learned since meeting him was that Remy was a very physically demonstrative person. Touch seemed to be very important for him. He constantly touched as he talked; an arm, a leg, a hand. It seemed to happen without thought, even.

Spencer knew that plenty of people thought that he didn't like touch. He could see how they'd come to that conclusion, too, and he knew it was of his own making. Very rarely did he touch or allow someone to touch him. But it wasn't because he didn't want to. It was just that too many times he had been hurt by people touching him. Plus, when his powers had manifested, touch had been difficult for a while. The only people he'd been able to touch were Scott and Alex and that was because they weren't affected directly by his powers. Early on, he'd had a hard time keeping the electricity off his skin and he'd accidentally jolted quite a few people, but not Scott or Alex. Then there was the empathy that, for him, was so much stronger with skin to skin contact. That was the only part of his powers that worked on his brothers—his empathy. He could read them and project to them. Safe and secure with their emotions around him, he'd used them as practice to be able to learn how to shield. Still, it had taken him a while, and until he'd learned control, he hadn't touched anyone but them. When others touched him, he would fight so hard not to jolt them that he couldn't shield his empathy as well and then he'd been forced to feel the anger from the bullies that sought to torment him.

All of that had combined with other things in his life to make him a person who usually shied away from touch, or flinched back from it. Since joining the Bureau, he'd gotten better. His friends helped him get a little desensitized to casual hands on the back or maybe a random hug, because they seemed to understand that, underneath the nervous and scared exterior, Spencer practically craved positive touches. Scott said it was the empath in him that needed positive touching like some people needed air. He needed that contact, that quick burst of goodwill, to keep him going, otherwise he would start to pine away. It looked like Remy was the same way. After everything the man had said, was it any wonder he was seeking out all this positive touching now? He'd been denied since the events in Antarctica. Hell, from the sounds of it, he'd been denied a lot longer than that.

This was definitely something Spencer could get used to. He was warm, comfortable, surrounded by a warm body, that nice fuzzy sleepy feeling in him and coming from Remy as well. He slid his hand up from Remy's hip, letting it go to the Cajun's hair, indulging in something he'd wanted to do practically since he'd met him. He ran his finger through those silky tresses, enjoying the feel of it against his fingers. As he indulged in playing with Remy's hair, he let his thoughts drift over last night's events. Not only Remy's confessions, but his own as well. It had been difficult for him, yet in the face of Remy's confession, how could he not reciprocate in some way?

He'd told Remy all about the case in Georgia; about being kidnapped by Tobias Hankel and being held for two days as he was drugged, beaten, and forced to choose who would live and who would die. Remy had sat there and held Spencer's hand as the young doctor had described how Tobias had suffered from split personalities, how Tobias himself wasn't a bad person. How the personality Raphael had been murdering sinners and how he'd streamed video of Spencer's torture to his team. He talked about the seizure he'd suffered and his subsequent death in that little shack before being brought back to life when Tobias gave him CPR. How, at the very end, he'd had to kill Tobias to get free. And how he'd taken vials of Dilaudid from a dead man's pocket. Outside of a meeting, it was the first time he'd been so candid about his addiction. It had been a good thing, he knew. If they were going to be serious about this marriage, things like this needed to be shared. His husband would need to know why he refused narcotics and why he occasionally had to go to meetings. He would need to know why sometimes Spencer would struggle with that monster inside of himself that wanted that fix. Or why sometimes the smell of fish could drag him back to images of that shack and the scent of fish hearts and livers being burned to keep away the devil.

Still, he was amazed at himself for having told him. Since when did I become so open? Usually he was the type of person to keep his secrets close to his heart, especially the painful ones. He dealt with things on his own and though he trusted people, he still had a hard time opening up about himself. The only person he'd ever been so open with was Scott and even then there were things he didn't tell his brother. Scott didn't know about the Dilaudid. What was it about Remy that made him open up so easily?

Maybe it had something to do with how he'd felt when he'd arrived in Vegas. Inside, he'd been so raw from everything that had happened, from living with Aaron's grief inside of him all the time, that he'd been aching for something to fill that hole in him. Or maybe it was just something about Remy himself. He was so easy to talk to. Half the time Spencer didn't plan on saying half the things he did. They just sort of, came out.

Spencer suddenly became aware that Remy was shifting against him, his head arching up into the hand that was still stroking at his hair. He had to smother a chuckle when he realized Remy was making a soft sound against him that took just a second for Spencer to place; the man was purring. There was no other word to describe the sound that he was making. It was very distinctly a purr! In the back of his mind he couldn't help wondering what other ways he could bring out that little purr.

"Y'r t'inking too loud." Remy mumbled against Spencer's shirt. The sound was slightly muffled and his accent was a little thicker than normal so it took Spencer a second to understand what he'd said. When he did, he chuckled. "I thought you were an empath, not a telepath."

Remy tipped his head up just enough that he could scowl at Spencer for a moment. "Don't even joke like dat. Merde, telepat's give me de creeps." Tipping his head back down, he burrowed in a little more, readjusting his position.

"Honestly, they do me too."

"Why're y' up t'inking? 'S warm in here, cher. Time fo' sleeping."

Humor lit Spencer's face and his chest vibrated under Remy with his chuckle. "Actually, it's eight oh seven. Usually, I'm already awake by now."

"Eight? In de morning?" There was obvious disgust in Remy's voice. "What de hell y' doing awake dis early? No wonder Remy's still tired. Merde, go back to sleep, Spencer."

Well, there was something new he was learning about the man. Remy was most definitely not a morning person. "You can stay here and sleep a little more if you want." The thought of coffee appealed to Spencer, as did the idea of a shower. He tried to shift to start to sit up, amusement filling him when Remy grumbled as he slid off of Spencer. No sooner was Spencer up than Remy was curling up in the warm spot he left behind, blankets pulling up over his head. No, most definitely not a morning person. With a light laugh, Spencer went to the dresser and grabbed clean clothes, taking them out with him and shutting the door behind him. He set them in the bathroom before heading to the kitchen to start a pot of coffee, the most essential thing first thing in the morning. As soon as it started brewing, he went back down the hall to take his shower.

One hour later Spencer was curled up in a chair at the kitchen table, his laptop on the table in front of him, a cup of coffee cradled in his hands, when Remy finally emerged from the bedroom. Glancing up, Spencer smothered a grin behind his coffee cup. Remy was still in his plaid pajama pants and an oversized Las Vegas t-shirt, his feet bare and his hair mussed. His eyes were mostly shut and his expression clearly said he wasn't awake. He walked right past Spencer and straight into the kitchen. He stood there for a moment, looking around in confusion. Spencer tipped his head a little so he could discreetly watch, curious to see what Remy would do.

After a bit of just standing there, Remy moved to one side, opening the cupboards. Apparently he didn't find what he was looking for, because he moved on to the next one. Then the next. Spencer took another sip off his coffee, keeping the chuckles in but not managing to hide his smile all the way. He had a feeling he knew what Remy was doing; the same thing he'd be doing if their roles were reversed. Taking pity on the man, he called out "If you're looking for cups, they're on the cup tree beside the coffee pot on the counter directly behind you."

Immediately Remy turned around and moved right to the coffee pot. He said not a word as he poured himself a cup and added sugar without cream before leaning against the counter to take the first sip. Amused, Spencer turned his attention back to the laptop while Remy made his way over to the table and took a seat near him. For a few moments the two of them sat in silence. Remy was the one to break the silence. "Watching somet'ing interesting dere?" He gestured with his cup toward the laptop.

Spencer looked up at him and shrugged. "Just checking my work email to see if there's anything important there. And I've got a few other things up that I'm looking at."

A little furrow appeared in Remy's forehead. "Y' aint touched de computer, though."

This time Spencer let his chuckle slip out. "The main part of my mutation involves the manipulation of electricity, Remy. Remember? I don't have to touch the computer to do anything. It's simplistic to manipulate the electricity and essentially turn my mind into a mouse for the computer."

"Huh." Remy looked at him a minute before finally nodding and lifting his cup once more, elbows resting on the table. "Pretty handy."

Spencer finished reading his last email before closing that screen out. He was sorting through the other screens when Remy spoke up once more. "So, y' got a few places fo' us to look at today?"

Surprise had Spencer looking up. "How did you…"

This time it was Remy's turn to look amused. "If dere's one t'ing I learned about y' so far it's dat y'r an organized soul, cher, and dat when y' say somet'ing, y' mean it. Y' said we was gonna take dis week to look at places, so I figured dat's what y'r prolly doing on de computer dere. Am I right?"

"That was two things." Spencer corrected without thinking. "And you were right."

"Two t'ings? Quoi?"

"You said one thing you've learned about me and then listed my organized soul and that I mean what I say. Those are two things, not one."

He wasn't quite sure because Remy had his cup up, but it looked like the man was grinning into his coffee. However, his tone was normal and his face clear when he lowered the cup down to say "Y'r right, cher. So, did y' find some places fo' us?"

Spencer watched him for a second, not quite sure if he was being laughed at or not. Then he shrugged it off. "Potentially. I was looking at what kinds of places were available but I didn't want to seriously think about anything until I found out what kind of place you're interested in. There are apartments, condos, townhomes, single family homes, all different varieties. I was unsure what you felt, so I was just perusing a few of them."

"I'm pretty open to suggestions. I got a condo in New York dat's pretty cozy, but a condo don't never feel like home, y' know?" Shrugging, Remy took another drink, making a face at his cup. "Mais, we gotta pass by de store, too. Y' need de fixin's fo' proper coffee. Remy'll teach y' how to make it proper, with chicory and everything."

"That's fine. Will makes his coffee that way and I've always enjoyed it." Spencer said absently. "You know, I was thinking that I don't know if I want a regular apartment again. It can be difficult sometimes to deal with questions about Alex or Scott sometimes if someone sees them in their getup. Not to mention, I can't leave the apartment without putting in my contacts or a pair of sunglasses. It'd be nice to be able to completely relax and be myself at my own home." He adjusted his search requirements on the site he was using, taking off apartments and condos, leaving townhomes and single family homes.

Remy nodded agreeably. "I'm used to wearing de sunglasses not just fo' m' eyes, but fo' de light too. But it's nice to be able to take dem off and not worry. So, you t'inking about a house, den? Dat…it's a big commitment, Spencer. What if…well…"

It wasn't hard to see where he was going with that. "First of all, I'm thinking positively for once in my life." Spencer told him in a firm voice. "Second of all, real estate is always a sound investment if one shops carefully. If, and I am not saying that I believe this will happen, but if things do not work out between us, either one of us could keep the house or sell it, whichever. But I am not going to think in those kinds of terms."

"D'accord." Something crossed over Remy's face and he looked up at Spencer once more. "Who's Will?"

What? Spencer stared at him with confusion before it connected in his head. He'd mentioned Will when talking about the coffee. "Oh! Will is JJ's partner; Henry's father. He was a cop in New Orleans and JJ met him while on a case down there. Will LaMontagne Jr."

A startled look passed over Remy's face before he shook his head and muttered something under his breath in Cajun. He looked back up when he felt Spencer's curiosity and there was a wry sort of look on his face. "It's a small world. I knew his Papa, me. Was sorry when I heard dat he passed. He was one of de few good cops round dose parts." He gave another shake of his head and his expression cleared. "But dat was another lifetime ago. So, y' want to look at houses, do y'? Need to have an office fo' y' to put y'r work in when y' need."

"And to put my books so they don't overrun the whole house." Spencer looked at the stack of books on the table, smiling a little when Remy laughed. "Oui, dat too." Smirking, Remy rose to his feet, draining the last of his cup. "Why don't y' find a few places while I take m' shower and den we'll head out, take a look at t'ings, maybe pass by de store. We definitely need to make groceries. Y' aint got much in de way of food here."

"I haven't been home." Spencer defended himself.

Humor warmed Remy's face. "Je sais. Was just teasing y', me." After taking his cup to the sink and cleaning it, Remy stuck it in the strainer and turned to look at Spencer once more. He watched him for a moment, something obviously on his mind. "Y' really meant all y' said, didn't y'?" Remy finally said.

Spencer set his cup down and turned himself to better look at Remy. "I generally do. Were you referring to something specific, however?"

"About treating dis marriage like it's real. About building a life with dis ol' Cajun. About not holding de t'ings I told y' against me. About…about all of it. Y' really mean it, don't y'? Dis aint no game to y'."

"Of course it's not a game." The idea that he would do that would have been offensive if Spencer hadn't learned last night just how many people had played the man. That knowledge kept his tone serious, wanting Remy to understand how much he meant what he said. "I meant all of it, Remy. Especially after last night, I can honestly say I know more about you than I do some people I've known for years. Maybe we haven't known one another very long, but I don't believe that matters. We made the agreement to give this marriage our best shot and I intend to do just that. To me, this marriage and the commitments that it entails are just as real as it would be if we had dated for years before taking this step. I won't treat it or you as anything less than that."

Remy moved forward with a grace that was enviable. Then he surprised Spencer completely by bending down and cupping his chin before kissing him. It was almost casual, if any kiss could be called that, yet there was emotion in it that went much deeper. Spencer felt the burst of affection, appreciation, and gratitude that Remy sent his way. "Y'r one in a million, Spencer Reid." Remy murmured when he broke their kiss. "I got lucky de day I walked into dat bar."

The fingers on his chin were warm and Spencer swore he could still feel that light kiss on his lips, warming him down to his toes. "You are most definitely special as well…Remy Reid." Saying that had both their lips curving. "I have no idea what sparked me to get so close to a stranger, but I am ever so glad I did."

Moving his thumb, Remy stroked over Spencer's jawline, bending to take one more kiss. This one was more than a kiss of thanks; this was a sweet kiss. A first kiss, almost. Soft and gentle and full of promise. When they pulled apart, both were smiling. Without another word Remy let go of him and straightened up. Then he headed down the hall toward the bathroom. Spencer turned back toward the computer, but it took him a few minutes before he actually saw what was on the screen instead of a pair of slightly glowing red and black eyes.

The look of horror on Remy's face when he saw Spencer's beat up old car was amusing enough that Spencer didn't even feel offended by the reaction. When that horror grew at the suggestion that he get inside, Spencer couldn't help himself. He gave in and leaned against the car to let out a laugh. Remy put his hands on his hips and glared at him. He looked a sight, dressed in yet another pair of jeans, a long sleeved shirt and that ever present trench coat and with indignation packed into every inch of him. His sunglasses were in place but he'd left his hair flowing free. He pushed it back from his face now and kept glaring at Spencer. "Laugh all y' want, but I aint getting in dat rusted bunch o' bolts! Y' can just f'get dat right now, Spencer Reid! Dieu, dat pitiful t'ing can't even be called a car."

Impishly, Spencer said "It gets me from point A to point B."

That earned him an even deeper scowl. "Dere's more to a car dan just getting around. Merde, how do y' even fit y'r endless legs into dat t'ing?"

"I manage. Does this mean you want to attempt to walk and take the bus all around today, then?"

For a second he thought Remy was actually going to say yes. He leaned against the hood and watched and waited, fighting the urge to keep laughing. He lost that battle when Remy huffed and marched forward, reaching a hand out to open the passenger's door. He touched the handle as if touching something diseased and his scowl now had a pout building in its place. Spencer laughed once more and made his way over to the driver's seat. He climbed inside, settling in behind the wheel and pulling his seatbelt on. Remy was doing the same thing, a look of distaste on his face.

"You know, it's not a bad car. It runs." Turning the car on, Spencer laughed when Remy scowled at the sounds the engine made. For quite a while now he'd known that he needed a new car. This car had been the source of quite a bit of teasing from Derek and Emily. Even JJ teased him about it. All of them told him that the car needed a decent burial and he needed to upgrade. Spencer knew it and, though he hadn't told anyone, he'd already taken care of that. However, he hadn't been home long enough to make the trade, though all the paperwork was done and was waiting for his final signature. He debated telling Remy about it, that in fact the car lot was their first stop, and then decided against it. This was far too amusing.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw as Remy crossed his arms over his chest and sulked. "Can't believe y' got me in dis t'ing. Only fo' y', mon mari. Only fo' y' would dis Cajun be caught dead in somet'ing like dis. Y' sure it aint gonna fall apart on us?"

"Have a little faith, Remy. Why, this car has at least another five years left in it."

He looked to make sure it was clear to pull out, allowing him to also see the appalled look Remy gave the car. "Y'r delusional, cher. Y' get another five months outta de t'ing and I'll be surprised."

"I guess you'll be taking the bus often if you dislike the car that much. I thought you'd use it while I'm gone to go places that you need to go."

"Psh." Snorting, Remy cast him a baleful look over the top of his shades. "I'll go to de car lot and get m' own car a'fore I'm seen driving dis t'ing around. Y' got great taste in y'r place, Spencer. But in cars? Merde, y' best let Remy help y' out."

He fought hard not to bust out laughing as he drove down the road. The whole way there, he kept up the conversation, enjoying the banter back and forth. Spencer defended his car, pretending it had more value to him than it did, drawing it out. It was definitely worth it to see the look on Remy's face as they pulled into the car lot. "What're we doing here?" Remy said quickly. "Spencer, I wasn't trying to make y' feel like y' gotta go right out and buy a new car."

Spencer bit his lip and pulled the car into a parking spot in the back. He turned it off and pulled out the keys. "Well, I wouldn't want to embarrass you, making you ride around in this." He unbuckled, grabbing his messenger bag and pulling it with him as he climbed out of the car. He was slinging it on when Remy got out, the older man hurrying around to his side, looking slightly worried. "Spencer, really, y' don't gotta do dis"

"I know." Unable to help it, Spencer flashed him a bright smile before taking off toward the entrance of the dealership. Remy quickly caught up with him, just starting to say something right as Spencer opened the door. The man at the desk looked up and when he saw who it was, he lit up. "Dr. Reid! We were told to expect you today!" The man called out as he came around the desk. It was the same man Spencer had dealt with through the whole process; Rick Mavers. "I've got the paperwork ready to be signed and then everything is all yours. Is your …car outside?"

Spencer laughed and shook his head at the derision placed on the word 'car'. "It is."

"Good, good. If you'll just step back here, we'll get this signed and get you your keys."

As they started to make their way to the office, Remy elbowed him. "Y' already had all dis done." He accused him.

"I did. For quite a while now, actually. Before I even went to Vegas." Spencer agreed. He couldn't help but laugh and pat Remy's shoulder. "But it was entertaining to watch you try to convince me to get a new car."

"Y' Summers brothers. Y' got dat sneaky streak, de whole lot of y'." Still, Remy was chuckling as they stepped into the man's office. Fifteen minutes later, the two were setting down into Spencer's new silver Kia Optima. Still amused, Spencer looked over at Remy. "Okay, what do you think?"

Remy looked at him and shook his head, a little smirk on his face. "I t'ink y'r sneakier dan y' look. It's dat innocent face of y'rs, t'rows a man off so dat he t'inks y'r all sweet and innocent. But y've got de devil under dere, don't y'?"

Laughter bubbled up Spencer's throat. "Just you remember that in the future. I studied under Scott's tutelage."

"Dieu. What have I gotten m'self into?"

Spencer turned the car on and winked at him, his good mood practically bubbling out of him. He had no idea what put him in such fine spirits, but he intended to enjoy it. "I guess you'll just have to wait and see, won't you?"

Remy laughed and reached over, rubbing at Spencer's leg, leaving his hand resting there. "Sounds like a challenge to me, cher. And dere aint nothing Remy loves more dan a challenge."

Their laughter filled the car as Spencer pulled out of the parking lot.