Tomorrow's Morning Light

Spencer woke up to a bright light bleeding through his closed eyelids. It took a moment to get his bearing up within seconds everything came rushing into his mind. Holding Derek, as he hung to him like a scared child, the mind-numbing kiss, and that blow job! The blow-job that made him black out. Of course he didn't have a basis of comparison, but it had been amazing! Logically, it would have been Derek's first one giving one, and with more practice, he would only get better. A small part of Spencer refused to believe that it could be any better.

Now, waking up with Derek again in his arms, all the emotions came flooding in. The emotions he'd fought for so many years because he knew this could never be. A large part of the reason why, until Maeve, he never really pursued a relationship was because he was in love with the man he was currently sharing his bed with. Throughout the years, he knew this relationship wasn't possible. It was partly because of the regulations, but ultimately the fact that Derek Morgan was and always had been a "Lady's Man". He never thought that this would come. The past few days though, he realized that despite the fact that he had fallen deeply for Maeve and how he saw himself married and having kids with her, if given the choice he would have walked away. If Derek was ever an option, the choice would always be him.

As the Doctor continued to think about it, his anxiety and fears grew with it. What if Derek thought this was all a big mistake? What if Derek told him it was just to get his mind off of their latest case and he was just being used to get rid of the pent up steam from Alex leaving and how it had brought up anger with Prentiss? What if-

His thoughts were cut off when he felt a trail of kisses from his lips to ear that ended with Derek whispering "Morning, lover boy," and nibbling on his lobe. This helped calm his anxiety but not fears.

"Derek?"

"Is that all you're going to say?"

"Yes… I mean…" Spencer managed to get up and untangle himself from under the heavier weight. They were still in their clothes, at least mostly. Morgan's shirt was gone and his pants were still pulled down to his knees. "What happened to your shirt?" Not that he minded… His chest and abs, along with his arms… perfect.

Morgan laid back and made him-self comfortable. He wasn't planning on going anywhere for a while. "Must have gotten up in the middle of the night and taken it off," he answered as he watched his – boyfriend? – pull his pants back on and settle in a cross legged sitting position.

"Savannah! Morgan, you just cheated on her!" The sound of his surname made him flinch more than the accusation. Derek had really loved the sound of his first name coming from Spencer.

"Spence, I didn't cheat on anybody," he sighed as he saw the confusion on the brilliant man's face. "I ended it with her. We've, or really, I've been drifting away from it."

"Why? You said you were in love. There was that double date with Garcia and everything."

It didn't surprise him to find out Garcia had been sharing with Spencer the details during their nights of Doctor Who, Star Trek, and god knows what else of Sci-Fi watching nights. "I was in love, but not with her." Derek looked up at Spencer's bright brown eyes which was much easier to get lost in without those glasses. "I love you."

Spencer closed his eyes at those words. He embedded them into memory. The bed creaked and was shifted as Derek came up and placed both hands on each side of his face, causing him to open his eyes.

"Dr. Spencer Reid, I love you. I will always love you. Don't you ever leave me, don't you dare, Lover boy." With that he moved in with a demanding kiss.

Spencer got his senses back just enough that he pulled back a bit despite Derek's whine. "Derek," there was just something strangely addicting to being able to say his name, "I love you, too."