Aitana wasn't in the habit of getting letters. It just wasn't something one typically saw anymore in today's world, much less on her office desk, but as soon as she saw the brilliant red rose left over the envelope, she knew exactly who it was from. Her face was already warm when she picked up the rose and envelope.

She honestly didn't know what to put down first. Both things were so sweet and so Spencer Reid that she didn't want to let go of either thing. But if she didn't figure it out soon, she would miss out on whatever was inside the envelope. It was Valentine's day, after all, so it had to be something good.

She gingerly put the rose down and started opening the envelope. It was ridiculous how giddy she was already. Perhaps there was just something much more about getting a letter than a text or an email…

She smiled at the first glimpse of the letter — it was on a typewriter. Her heart skipped a few beats. Somewhere in all his busy time, Spencer had found a moment to sit down and write out something for her? She had mentioned at some point, a long time ago, that she always thought typewriters were a beautiful kind of thing because of the vintage aesthetic they had to them. Of course after that, Spencer threw out a few facts about typewriters concerning their origins and whatnot, not quite fitting to what Aitana had first said. Clearly, he had listened to her more than she thought.

Aitana unfolded the letter and upon seeing the length, grew even giddier. She loved her boyfriend so much.

Dear Aitana,

I am not great with expressing feelings so I think I'll start with what I know, as corny as it sounds. They say that the odds of meeting a stranger twice is about 1 to 28,000 and yet we did it. I'd say our odds are very favorable, don't you think? (See, there's that inability to be cool, and I'm sorry).

Anyways, we beat the odds and now here we are, about to celebrate our first Valentines day. The words literally fail me to express how much I adore you. In fact, there's another saying about this: "My heart is so full of you that I can hardly call it my own." Again, I cannot apologize how corny I may be sounding. Still, I bet even if all this does sound corny, you would never tell me. You say that my words are beautiful no matter what and that right there is how I know you love me because according to everyone, I could use a minute or two without talking. But with you, I could honestly talk forever and about you and only you.

I can't wait to be part of the 29% of the U.S. population who stay home and cook a Valentine's day dinner. It honestly sounds much better than going out to crowded areas (of course I'm saying that, I know). I'll love you with more attention.

All yours,

Spencer

Yes, Aitana absolutely loved her boyfriend to bits and pieces.

She looked at the clock hanging on the wall. It wasn't even noon and she already wanted to go home. On some level, Spencer was kind of cruel for giving her this letter at 9 a.m. in the morning and making her wait until the end of the shit for dinner.

She glanced at the window and through the blinds she saw Spencer hard at work at his desk. She was definitely going to try and match his game, but in her own way. She had some hours to kill before their shift ended.

~0~

The first time Spencer noticed a bright purple post-it note on his desk, he made nothing of it. In fact, he covered it up with a stack of papers and went about his day catching up on paperwork. The next time he saw a neon green post-it note on his computer, he paid a little more attention to it.

He ripped it off his laptop and read the familiar writing on it.

Don't stare too long at the screen. Your pretty eyes need to rest.

Aitana

A small laugh slipped from Spencer and drew JJ's attention across the desk.

She leaned to the side to catch his attention. "What is it?" She asked.

"Nothing," Spencer said with a shake of his head and a lingering laugh.

Later on, he went on to find a blue post-it on top of the sugar packet jar in the break-room. Spencer admitted he was impressed with the way Aitana timed him so perfectly because how the hell would she know he would come for coffee at this hour?

Don't forget, you might want some coffee with that sugar! My sugar lips!

- Aitana

These were getting funnier, as was Aitana's preferred language. Spencer often lost the battle against laughing when it came to her. Today was no exception.

"What are you laughing about?" Morgan's question startled Spencer. The latter quickly shoved the post-it into his pants pocket and went about making his face, albeit with red cheeks.

If Morgan ever found out about 'sugar lips', Spencer would never live it down.

~0~

The third post-it appeared on his cardigan that he just so happened to have let Aitana borrow earlier in the day. She had left it hanging over his chair with a matching red post-it on it. Spencer took a quick look around the bullpen before picking up the post-it.

Thank you my sweets for keeping me warm even when you're not around. I love the scent of you in the morning…and afternoon…and night.

- Aitana

Spencer probably smiled at the note for a straight 5 minutes until Emily startled him from behind.

"Are you okay?" The woman watched him shove the post-it into his pants pocket, much like Morgan had earlier.

"Aha, yeah!" Spencer plopped down on his desk and dove for the paperwork he left in the morning. He had a blush on his face again.

Thankfully, Emily didn't press any further and went to her desk.

Spencer continued to work for the rest of the afternoon at his desk. He went through the stack of papers until he uncovered another post-it stuck on his desk. He realized it was the first post-it Aitana had left in the day and he never actually read it. Feeling guilty, he picked it up and read it.

Thank you for your sweet words, my love. I only wish I had your way with words. Instead, I hope to make you laugh today.

- Aitana

A smile spread across Spencer's face. He really should have read this note first. He looked over at Aitana's office and saw her door open. Very subtly, he shuffled a few things on his desk and grabbed a random piece of paper he would carry with him to Aitana's office.

He didn't bother knocking; he just quietly closed the door behind him. She stood at her desk with her back to him, organizing a couple folders. As he tiptoed towards her, he saw she had placed the rose he gave her inside a vase and left it on her desk.

He slid his arms from behind her and felt her subtle jerk (she was a bit ticklish). "'I can't say how every time I ever put my arms around you, I felt that I was home. Nor too many things. But we were always cheerful and jokers together.'" He pressed a kiss on her cheek and allowed her to turn around in his arms. "Ernest Hemmingway wrote that to Marlene Dietrich in 1951, professing his love for her."

"Beautiful," Aitana breathed, resting her hands on his chest.

"And I think it explains us two very well," Spencer said, leaning his forehead against hers, "You're my home...and because you turned out to be even funnier on paper."

Aitana started smiling mischievously. " Well I knew that I would never match your letters so I had to do it my own way. Did you like them?"

"I did, but the others nearly caught me reading them and if they ever found out what you wrote…they would never let me forget it." Even now, Spencer's face was flushing with the memories of the notes.

Aitana laughed lightly. "But you are my sugar lips."

"Shhhh," Spencer said, "Morgan has ears like a bat."

"But you are, right?" She leaned up on her toes, tilting her head up. Her lips almost slid over his. "Right?"

Spencer stared at her lips like he was in a trance. "Yeah…" he swallowed hard. Whatever she said.

Another smile crossed Aitana's face. "My sugar lips." She pressed her lips on his for a small kiss.

Even though they both pulled away, they felt like they could've kissed for hours.

"Mmm," Aitana hummed, caressing the side of Spencer's face, "definitely my sugar lips."

"If anyone hears that, I will never forgive you," Spencer mumbled, shaking his head.

Aitana chuckled. "Alright, let's just go home a little earlier and I'll be free to call you whatever I like as we're, um, doing some things…"

If Spencer wasn't flushing before, he was now. "Dinner?"

"Yeah, that…" Aitana nodded. She gave him another kiss and when she parted, remained just inches from his lips. "Thank you for your letter. I really did love it, Mr. Anti-technology. Very romantic."

"I meant every word of it," Spencer said, nuzzling his nose against her cheek. He loved her so much and he honestly couldn't really explain how much it really was, not even with all the stats in the world. "You're it for me." He felt her cheek lift as she smiled at his words. "Happy Valentine's day, darling."

A/N:

P.S. As always, I have a tumblr account dedicated to my fanfic works! It's a place where anyone can comment about a story or even just talk to me! I often drop aesthetic work belonging to my stories too! Feel free to check it out, my URL is "saiilorstars"