The night air was cooling against my skin and even had a dulling effect on my working head ache. I had always done better in cooler temperatures anyhow.

Spencer and I had gotten our coffee and decided to leave the car parked at the shop's lot and started a walk around down town. People lined the sidewalks talking to one another and staring into the window displays of the stores. They were able to laugh and talk with each other so easily that it nearly made me jealous, wanting to know their secret of it. The more I thought about it though, the more I realized there were no hidden secrets or riddles to talking to Spencer and it was probably one of the greatest things about him. You can just talk to him and do it honestly.

We crossed the street to a city park. I hadn't even been aware that there was a park here; spending most of my time either on the job or in my own place sleeping, I had become shockingly unaware of my surroundings. That's never good. The park seemed to be a ghost town though; the walk way was lined with lamp posts every few feet and gave off an old London vibe, but the lack of people around made me worried. Girls like me don't do well at night.

I reached out for Spencer's hand, still not knowing what to say, but wanting my heart to pound for a different reason. His fingers laced with mine and I tried not to lock him in a death grip. I looked over to him to make sure, he smiled looking embarrassed and let his gaze fall to the ground as we walked. Who knew that that would take my panic away? I smiled and silently sighed of relief as we sat down on a bench underneath the bask of two lamps.

"I-I don't know what to say..." Spencer admitted as we settled. It sounded as awkward as I felt.

"We can keep it simple." I said as I turned a little to be in his general direction, "I think it's time we talk about how we feel about each other; you already know how I feel."

I smiled through my cheeks turning red as I took a sip of my coffee. It soothed the back of my throat as it went down.

"It sounds cliché, but I've liked you since we met in the hospital and it only grew when we started writing each other." He didn't look at me as he spoke, a bearing of rejection still lingering in him I suppose.

"The night you stayed in my hotel room was the best sleep I had gotten in a long time." I confessed letting my own gaze wander to the little stars there were in the sky.

"Me too, it was easier being in the dark knowing someone I cared about was there." At this point we weren't really even talking about us or how we felt; just sputtering out facts that made each other feel good. I didn't know if it would get us anywhere, but it made the conversation more relaxed.

"Before you started here at the BAU, the first time I came to visit you I was so nervous I almost changed my mind." He said taking a drink of his coffee.

"I'm glad you didn't." I looked back to him, giving up on finding any constellations.

Spencer was still looking to the ground, but with a new expression on his face. His eyes were calculated, his lips pressed to a soft line, a debate happening in his mind. He fought it and met my gaze. I smiled, hoping to relieve him of any worry or panic that happened to be easy for us to build. It didn't seem to work much so I opened my arms to him, reaching, hoping he understood.

The light caught his eyes as a fickle of a smile shown through, he opened his arms and I scooted closer to him. One arm wrapped around my shoulders I rested my head in the curve of his neck, "This feels right."

"If by right you mean, heart-beating-so-hard-it-might-explode then yeah, I'd say this feels right." He laughed lightly at himself.

I smiled at him poking fun at himself. "You're not as bad at this as you think you are." I shifted my gaze to the side of his face. "You don't have to be nervous, it's only me."

"It's not only you. It's YOU." He looked down at me. "I have every reason to be-"

I slid a hand threading my fingers through his hair, turning his head to face me. Only centimeters away from each other I could feel his breath on my lips; it came out in nervous shudders. I wasn't exactly sure what I was doing, but our little back and forth wasn't getting us anywhere that led to progress. What I needed to do was get him to stop thinking with his brain, it's stopping him.

I bit my lip, finding myself in my own debate, before letting it go. Without another thought I leaned into him, bringing his head down to meet mine as our lips met. He was less hesitant this time, not even letting a second pass before his hand was on my side. His lips on mine were a blast of warmth that no cup of coffee could ever be compared too. My breath got lost in surprise when he deepened the kiss, parting his lips.

My hand fell from his hair to the back of his neck, suddenly needing some support as we ventured new territory. Our tongues danced with each other, almost in perfect time as we memorized each other in a new way.

It felt like all the time in the world had passed when we parted, breathing a little heavy and staring lasers into each other's eyes, "Em…" His jaw moved with no noise escaping and his eyes darted frantically. Now he gets nervous?

"Yeah," I responded. He had my full attention.

"Would you be my…" He couldn't get the last word out.

"Of course; I'd love to…boyfriend." I let him out of his inner terror.

He smiled, letting out a small laugh of relief. I matched his joy before leaning in for a quick peck.

Finally…


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