AN: I'm so sorry it's taken me so long to upload something. I've been working 40 hours every week and just havent had the time. I'm sorry but now everything should start back up.

So many things had changed, but not everything. The location and the job were different, their house and team were different, but something that never changed was that feeling she got every morning, waking just a little before him and just laying there in his arms, watching him sleep. Sometimes he talked in his sleep, mumbled about random things and pulled her closer. She loved having his arms around her, could listen to his heart rate and feel him breathe, it stood as evidence that this was not a dream, that this was real, because sometimes she feared that she'd wake up and he wouldn't be there. But he was here with her, and she liked to enjoy a few minutes of watching him sleep. She could see the sun peeking from the horizon, and she watched the numbers on the alarm clock count to 6.

5:58. She snuggled closer to him and kissed his jaw, his neck. She watched his nose twitch and it made her smile at him. She lived for these moments, and when the clock turned to 5:59, she carefully straddled him, leaning down and leaving soft kisses down his neck, his chest. And then the alarm blared, and he slapped it into silence and smiled.

"Hey," he said, his hands resting on her lower hips.

"Hey," she replied, her lips on his neck.

"This is a nice way to wake up," he said with a yawn, his hands moving from the her hips to her ass. She smiled, lifting her head to his lips, her hands on his chest. Regretfully, Eric moved his hands from her bottom to the buttons on the shirt she wore. And then the phone rang, and Calleigh groaned with annoyance, "some things never change,"

He sighed, and it's not like they could be late after all the strings that were pulled for them.

He smiled at her, and she pressed her mouth to his and kissed him sweetly. He couldn't help but deepen the kiss, his hands in her hair, pulling her closer to him. She moaned quietly before breaking the kiss. He looked at her with a playful frown and she responded with an apologetic smile, "I wish," she said, crawling off of him and standing up, her shirt half open from the buttons he'd undid.

He didn't respond right away, he was two entranced by her body. Her long blonde locks fell around her, her shirt ajar and and barely covering mid thigh. He got a pretty good glimpse of her chest and wished he could look at her all day, spend the whole day in bed together.

He watched as she blushed under his stare, "what?" she asked, her voice still a little tired.

He shook his head, "nothing," he smiled, "you're so beautiful."

She blushed even more than before and it made him smile. The ever put together Calleigh Duquesne didn't exist when it came to Eric. He made her melt, made her vulnerable and loss for words, even before they were dating he always had a way to get under her skin, beneath the armor she kept around herself. Years and years and years of trauma and pain, of watching people die, of being hurt and deceived had taught her to protect herself because there is only so much a person could take.

But then came Eric, sneaking beneath her hard skin and into her heart, making himself important when she wanted to declare a ban on men and dating. She could only push him away for so long until something happened, until they started clawing at each other with pent up desire. And now look. She'd quit her job, moved to Virginia and left her entire life behind just to be with him. She never saw herself doing that for anyone, especially a man. But Eric wasn't just a man in her life, he was her best friend and her partner. He was always there for her, always.

She walked towards him and rested her head on his chest, "I'll make coffee," she insisted, and he was left to watch her walk to the kitchen, a nice view of her backside catching his attention.

He smiled and followed her into the kitchen, unable to resist her. He wrapped his arms around her torso from behind and layed kisses in her hair

"What are you doing?" she asked with a smile while she let the coffee start to brew.

"Missing you," he said sweetly and he felt her chuckle quietly.

"We need to get ready," she told him, "shower?" he smiled with that smirk that never failed. She knew if they showered together they wouldn't get much showering done, but at the same time separate showers would waste both time and water. And Calleigh could never resist an opportunity to see Eric all wet. But then the phone rang again with a group text from Hotch say ASAP.

"Guess not?" Eric chuckled, "But we will finish this later, but right now I need more shirt back."

He undid the remaining buttons on the shirt and pulled it off her shoulders. She rolled her eyes and laughed, turning around at him, wearing nothing but skin. Yea, some things never change.

He smiled and and let out a small moan, groaning.

"Tonight," she smiled, walking past him back into the bedroom, he turned to get another view of her backside before quickly following behind her.

Everything else may have changed, but their flirting and playful banter, their amazing sex life and comfort with one another, is something that would never fade away.