"Baby Faces"

Author's Note: Chapter FOUR! Chapter three's gonna be hard to beat, I think it's one of the most adorable chapter of the chapters to come. XD Hang in there, it'll be fun. Remember to review!

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN CRIMINAL MINDS OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS!

Spencer and Aaron had been seeing each other exclusively for nearly two months. The two hadn't let the team know about their relationship because it was against regulations and would cause commotion. They would steal glances of each other every now and then, and drop off love notes at each others' desks, but it wasn't outed around the office. Spencer was head over heels, after all, Hotch was his first boyfriend...or significant other for that matter. The two of them had another one of their world famous dates tonight and it was all he could think about. Spencer was beginning to understand how a relationship between the two of them could be distracting. Often he found his eyes drifting from his files to an email or a letter from his boyfriend.

Spencer was worrying that his relationship with Hotch wasn't advancing. Sure he was spending night after night with his lover, but they hadn't officially moved in together, or even had sex. He knew there was no where for there relationship to go but up, so why was it standing still? He pondered on the idea of advancing any further with his boyfriend. Spending every night by his side, falling asleep after passionate bouts of love-making, waking up to him. It was an appealing notion. Spencer began to fantasize.

He imagined exploring the wonders beneath Hotch's clothes. He dreamed of Hotch's hot flush skin and heavy breath as he collapsed back onto the bed by his side. Their sweat ridden bodies would heap together as one. "Spencer, I love you," he imagined in Hotch's voice. It echoed in his head, his most treasured and secret desire. He dreamed of those three precious words for the passed couple of nights as he lay in his lover's arms. He could never quite figure out why this was in his head. He couldn't imagine being in love with Aaron so soon. They'd only been together for two months, there wasn't a chance he loved Hotch. So why did he want Hotch to profess his love?

He played around with this idea for awhile considering Hotch having unrequited love for him, it was appealing. The idea of having Hotch wrapped tightly around his finger without having to worry about getting his own heart broken was deliciously despicable. What was the word? Yes. Hotch could be his boy-toy if he played his cards right. The hidden fantasies of the shy genius tortured him night and day. All the people he knew and loved perceived him as this quiet, introverted genius, but inside he felt like a dirty, shady, stranger to the people who thought they really knew him. It sickened him that he could be this shy and afraid of social activity, and deviant at the same time. So strange that he could take on two totally different personalities on a dime. This was common in the schizophrenic though. He shook the glorious day-dreams from his head as he continued to profile.

The thought of a more serious relationship did linger in Spencer's mind. The thought of living with Hotch was particular. He'd already spent every night this week buried in Hotch's bed. Was it too much to ask to make it official? Was it too much to ask to take the next step together? The more he thought about it, the more obsessed he became with the level their relationship was on. No pet names, no flowers, nothing really fancy, and NO sex! Was this relationship even going anywhere?

Spencer sulked silently until it was time for him to clock out. He rushed back to his place to take a shower and change clothes. Despite it all he was still excited for his date. He couldn't resist doing all he could to impress his boyfriend. He enjoyed dressing up for dates, he rarely over-worked on his appearance, but the outcome felt strangely rewarding. He was combing his hair back for the third time when he heard Hotch knock on the door. His heard didn't leap with it's usual joy, it phased him.

He opened the door to see Hotch standing in the doorway with a bouquet of fresh-cut flowers in his hand. Strange, a fantasy come true. Spencer's eyes widened with delight. The flowers were several beautiful colors and scents, just beautiful really. Babies breath was in the mix, one of Spencer's favorite flowers. "What's the special occasion?" he asked.

"You'll find out at the end of the night." Hotch winked handing his boyfriend the bouquet. Spencer leaned in to smell the assortment of gorgeous tulips, babies breath, white and yellow roses. The assortment was just perfect.

"Let me put this in a vase," Spencer smiled rushing back inside to preserve the flowers. He arrived back in the doorway just seconds later. "So where are we going tonight?"

"Somewhere pretty special. I've had reservations set up."

"I still wanna know what the occasion is!"

"You'll find out," Hotch assured. Spencer locked the door behind them, Hotch took his arm and lead him to the car. Hotch opened the passenger door for his boyfriend and kissed him before shutting it and climbing into the drivers seat. The route was unfamiliar to Spencer, nothing close to any of the other places Hotch had taken him to. He'd never seen these roads. It worried him and excited him all at once.

The restaurant was somewhere away from the city, in the sense that it was in a more rural region. It wasn't a very busy place. They had a seat on an outside deck on the second floor. They had a beautiful view of the vast winding land as they ate the most delectable food that Spencer had ever tasted. The scent of the food that was cooking wafted from it's place on the wood burning stove and out into the air, teasing Spencer's senses. Every last detail was perfect. So perfect that Spencer was rendered speechless and dinner conversation was light to non-existent.

Every now and then Spencer would beg Hotch to tell him why he was going to all this trouble on this particular night. Hotch continued to deny him the right to this information, in hopes that he would build suspense and release when the moment finally came. He pictured the smile from ear to ear across Spencer's beautiful face. That was the reaction he wanted. The drive home consisted of nothing but begging, it did not wear on the ecstatic agent's nerve. He knew it would all be worth it in the end.

Spencer was disappointed to find that Hotch had driven him home, but maybe he would just spend the night there. Hotch avoided spending much time at Spencer's house though. Something about it made him uncomfortable. Standing at the door the prospect didn't look good. But there was definitely something special about this night.

"I can explain," Hotch finally began. "I need you to give me your hand, palm up." Spencer complied. "Close your eyes." Spence complied. He felt first Hotch's warm hand, and then a cold metal in the middle of his palm. Spencer compulsively fluttered his lids. "Now you can open them," Hotch smiled.

"It's a key," Spencer pointed out.

"Not just a key. The key to my house."

"What does this mean?"

"It means you've been spending the last couple nights at my house. I think it's time you have a key. Look I don't want you to move in with me unless you're ready, but in the meantime," Hotch continued.

"Yes, yes I'm ready Aaron!" Spencer jumped happily into Hotch's arms. Tonight he would pack.