As creepy as it sounded, Emily really liked watching her boyfriend sleep. He was just so innocent looking. Okay, he looked like that when conscious but there was a softness that wasn't present when he was awake.

She propped herself up on her elbow and watched him. Damn, he was good looking. His curls were stuck to the side of his face where there was a bit of scruff. Poking out of the blankets was his mismatched socked feet, he always scrunched the blankets up to his hips. He was tall but he didn't stick out of the bed like some sort of gangly clown

Spencer screwed up his eyes and turned his head towards her. She held her breath, not wanting to wake him. He settled himself, mouth open and snoring ever so slightly.

His face wasn't any less animated when asleep. It was adorable. She was always tempted to touch it but he was sensitive to the slightest touch (she learnt that the hard way on a case well before they started going out).

He nuzzled his face closer to her, nose tickling her bare arm. She yawned widely trying to keep it quiet. She should rely get to sleep, Emily glanced at their alarm, they had to get up in three hours.

Watching Spencer for a few more minutes, Emily pressed a kiss firmly on his forehead and slipped down next to him. He blearily opened his eyes.

"Wha?"he asked, squinting.

She stopped his hands reaching for his glasses.

"Shh," Emily soothed. "It's still night."

"Hm?"

"Sleep,"

His head bobbed as much as it could when lying on a pillow and wrapped his arms around her. Warmth flooded through her. She loved it when he initiated affection like this. It got him another kiss on the forehead.

"Stop it," he whined, weakly batting at her.

"Love you too."