"I didn't realise that the train to Fez would take quite so long, Spencer. I'm more than glad to spend another day here in Casablanca, since that's the case. As long as it's easy enough to rent our room for another night. I'm so accustomed to the way we rent rooms for the BAU."

He nodded as he turned his head and pressed a quick kiss to the side of her head. "I already took care of the room when we found out about the time of travel. And the concierge was able to help me get tickets to Fez sorted, as well."

"At least one of us is thinking ahead," she murmured as they continued walking down the beach. It was nearing sunset, so the sky was darkening beautifully, and that allowed them to be a little freer with their affection. Spencer gave her an unreadable look as he led them over to a bare patch of beach, tugging her down onto the ground with him. The soft sigh that slipped from her lips was matched only by the way his body relaxed against hers. Pulling out her camera, she took a few pictures of the ocean before slipping out of her sandals and leaning over to kiss Spencer's cheek. "I'm going to dip my toes in the ocean, even though I know it will be freezing."

"Be careful."

She gave him a withering glance before rolling her eyes as she nodded. "I promise, you won't have to rescue me, I'm not swimming." Spencer nodded as she turned and made her way towards the ocean, the sound of the soft waves filling her senses as her feet finally touched the water. Erin shivered at once but forced herself to keep walking into the ocean until the water was up to her ankles. Her skirt started to get a little wet, as she felt it plaster against her skin, so she lifted them up a little as she continued to stand there, welcoming the night into her soul. "I don't ever want to go back."

That thought took her by surprise, since she hadn't quite admitted to herself just how content she was here, with Spencer. Even though there were so many people in the city, even though she hadn't expected to fall this deep, there was a growing part of her heart that wanted this tender moment to last forever. Those thoughts were interrupted by her phone buzzing in her pocket, and she frowned as she pulled it out, looking at the display to see that Penelope had texted her. You were made for the ocean and the night!

The frown deepened a little as she unlocked the device so that she could see what the woman was talking about. The picture that she had attached was clearly of her, she could recognize her outline, and Penelope was right, she looked like she belonged there, and she wondered at how Spencer saw her. David had been fire for her, which she had needed after rehab. But Spencer felt like water to her, soothing the upheaval in her heart. She knew that David hadn't planned on them sharing a room, but she wondered if he had known something that they hadn't. Turning, she slipped the phone back into her pocket before making her way back to Spencer's side. "Thank you," she murmured as she brushed off her feet and stepped into her sandals.

He rose to his feet and nodded before clasping her hand, seeming to know that she wanted to head back to the hotel. She was grateful that they had gotten a hotel near the beach, since that meant the walk was short, and then they were on the elevator, heading up to their room. Erin found it difficult to keep her hands to herself, since all she wanted to do in that moment was learn the shape of his face, memorize his body, commit him to her heart. "All right, we're here," he said lowly as he unlocked the door, leading her inside.

"I want these moments to last forever, Spencer." Erin tried to keep her voice low, not wanting him to hear those desperate words, but his hearing turned out to be quite keen.

"We can make them last forever. If that's what you want. I know, you're probably thinking that this is insanely fast, after everything that I went through with Maeve's death, but the one thing I took away from that was I needed to live in the moment more. I've held myself back so much, especially when I was struggling with my own addiction, and I can't do that any longer. Even if this is a short relationship, even if we don't last once we're back in Quantico, we'll always have this moment in time, and it is ours."

Before she could react, Spencer had closed the distance between them and had cupped her face with his hands, leaning in to kiss her deeply. Erin gave herself over to the sensation of his mouth on hers, closing her arms around his waist as the kiss deepened. He backed them over to the bed, and she fell backwards to look up at him, seeing the raw desire in his eyes. "I love the way you see me." Those words came out strong, like she wanted them to, and he gave her a wide smile as he tugged off his shirt. "You make me feel beautiful, more beautiful than I think I've felt in a long time. And you can capture that on film." Her fingers fumbled with the buttons on her blouse, hurriedly shoving them from the holes so that she could shrug out of it as he slipped off her skirt.

"I just try to find the beauty inside of you and bring that out to the public eye." Erin nodded as she arched her back up so that he could unfasten her bra, leaving her in just her underwear. She watched as he took care of their clothes before coming back to her and kissing her deeply. Erin sighed into his mouth, their limbs wrapping around each other as he broke the kiss, peppering her face with the most tender little busses. The sighs quickly turned into moans as he dragged his lips down her neck, nipping delicately at her skin before laving away the sharp feeling with his tongue.

The moment his mouth closed around one breast, she let out a high, keening, groan, her back bowing upwards to come in closer contact with him. "Spencer!" she cried out as he fitted himself between her legs, carefully thrusting into her. Erin wrapped a leg around his hips, pulling him in closer as he thrust in and out of her, driving them both towards completion. It was a glorious, heady, feeling that he was bringing her, and Erin tugged insistently on his hair, dislodging him from her breast so that she could kiss him fiercely.

As her orgasm began, Erin focused on the harsh sound of his breath, so close to her face, and she found herself wanting him closer, as close as he could possibly be, so she wrapped her other leg around his waist, pulling him down even as his hips snapped erratically from the force of his own orgasm. And then he was collapsing on top of her, one hand stroking her hair as he tried to get his breathing under control. "I'm not tired, are you?"

"No, but I don't want to leave our room, either. I think that the bathtub is large enough for both of us?"

"I love the way you think, Erin," he replied as he slipped off the bed and held out his hand. Without hesitation, she clasped it, and followed him in to the bathroom, hoping to enjoy a relaxing bath with her newfound lover.