There was a short pause between them. Neither one was sure about how to continue with the subject. If they said the wrong thing it could cause a fight.

"I think we should wait on telling anyone," Spencer said hesitantly. He didn't want to upset her by making her think ha was ashamed of being with her or that he didn't really want her.

"I agree," she replied, relieving his anxiety.

"Really?" he asked, letting out the breath he had been holding.

"Yes. Don't get me wrong, I'm not ashamed of you or anything. You're absolutely perfect and I love you," she said, placing a kiss on his lips. "It's just that we work together. If that wasn't the case I would be shouting it from the rooftops. I still might when the time is right."

"But the fact that we work together makes it a little more complicated. If we don't do things the right way, we could loose our jobs. Something I would gladly give up for you if it came down to it," he added to reassure her.

"I don't think so," she said aggressively.

"Angel, I'm not going to let the FBI or anyone else tell be I can't be with you," he said. He couldn't understand why she would be so against him choosing her over the job.

"I'm not saying you have to, but it makes more sense for me to quit," she explained. "You've been on the team longer then I have. My brother is the team leader, which in the eyes of the FBI could bias him. Believe me, my place is less certain then yours."

"Not when you've earned your position and the rest of the team wants you to stay," he defended.

"I'm sure that would change if it came down to it."

"Don't be so sure."

Looking into each others eyes, realization of what they were arguing about hit them and they started laughing.

"Well I guess were not going to come to any sort of agreement on that," Spencer said, leaning back on the couch.

"Not a chance," she replied, laying next to him. "Do you really think we will fool the team? We do work with profilers. And Penelope, who is basically the queen of knowing everything."

"If you really think about it, not much has changed," he pointed out. Amy lifted her head to give him a questioning look. "I'm serious. We don't feel any differently then we did before. The only thing we've done is actually admit it to each other."

"And add some great physical stuff," she smiled.

"Yes, the physical stuff is a great addition," he agreed, looking down at her. "Something we are going to have to keep in check when we are around everyone else."

"Don't look at me like I'm the only one who needs to restrain themselves," she said. "Who gave who the hickey?"

Spencer grinned impishly, "Yea, about that. How are you going to hide it?"

"I'm supposed to figure that out by myself?" she asked indignantly. "It was your lips that cause it!"

"Would you like me to keep my lips to myself?"

"Don't you even think about it," she said, pressing their lips together. They soon found their natural rhythm and Spencer forgot exactly what they had been talking about. Not that he was complaining. "Those lips are too good to be kept away from me," she said when they broke a part. "I'll just have to wear a scarf or something. I don't own a turtle neck and Aaron would know something was up if I wore one. I hate turtle necks."

"And he won't be suspicious of a scarf?" Spencer asked. Hotch was probably the last person he wanted to tell right now.

"No," she said. "I don't wear them all the time, but it's not unusual for me to decide to were one out of the blue."

"Good. So all you need to do is keep your hands to yourself," he said.

"Again, it's me who had the restraint problem with the touchy feely," she replied. "What about you? Can you keep your hands to yourself?"

"At the office where your brother could walk in at any moment, take out his gun and shoot me?" Spencer asked. "Somehow I don't see that being a problem."

Amy rolled her eyes. "My brother is not going to kill you."

"How do you know?" Spencer said in a serious tone, though he was actually anything but. He didn't really think Hotch would kill him. But physical harm was a possibility. "I did steal his sister's innocence after all."

"Please tell me you're not serious," Amy laughed. "First of all, I stole your too. Second, You did not steal anything, I was willing and it was consensual. Third, it's not like you bed every woman you see. And fourth, who do you think my brother would rather see me with? A man he doesn't know who could wind p breaking my heart or even worse? Or a man he has known for years who he can trust and knows wont do anything to hurt me intentionally?"

"All valid points, but you are forgetting on thing," Spencer said. "He is your over protective brother."

"Oh you are being ridiculous," Amy replied.

"Maybe," Spencer admitted. "But I'd rather be ridiculous then dead."

"And to think," Amy grinned evilly. "You haven't even met Sean yet."

"Oh man."

"What?"

"I forgot there was another one," Spencer whined. "Why do you have to have two brother's?"

Amy couldn't help but find Spencer's torment amusing. Sean was probably the last thing he had to worry about. as long as she was happy, he was happy. The only time he would be a real threat is if Spencer ever got violent. And that's only if Amy wasn't there to hold him back. But Amy couldn't picture Spencer ever turning violent.

For the rest of the night Amy and Spencer simply cuddled on the couch watching TV. It was quiet, calm and comfortable. When she started to drift of to sleep, Spencer brought her into bed where they both feel asleep in each others arms. It was the perfect ending to a wonderful day.