It had taken a heartbreakingly long time for Derek to convince Spencer that he actually liked him. First was the assumption that Morgan was just looking for a one-night-stand, which he actually took offense to until Spencer moved on to the next theory, which was that their relationship was some sort of practical joke being played on him by the team. That one had slipped by him for nearly a week, and ended with Spencer near tears and Derek with the urge to hunt down everyone who’d ever made Spencer feel like he wasn’t worth it.
Now, though, with Spencer tucked safely under his arm, curled up against his side on Derek’s couch, it was near impossible to imagine a time when their relationship was anything but perfect. Well, it was for Derek, at least. If he’d learned anything from the last few months of dating, it was that no one could ever truly know what it was like to be in Spencer Reid’s head, and it couldn’t hurt to check in.
When the documentary they were watching turned to an ad break, Derek made his move. “Spence?” He planted a soft kiss on the side of his head. Spencer must have been dozing off, because he made an adorably soft, sleepy noise and cuddled closer to Derek. “Hey, you know I love you, right?”
“Mm. Love you, too.” Spencer sighed and pulled a leg up over Derek’s lap.
Derek laughed, slipping an arm under Spencer’s thighs and bringing him up to sit in his lap. “G’night, Pretty Boy.”
“Night, Derek.” Spencer tucks his face into Derek’s shoulder again and he’s out.