The next day you had to fly back home. You pouted, not wanting to leave. "We'll come back soon, this trip was amazing," Spencer reassured as you took your seats on the plane. You smiled and leaned into him, closing you eyes.

"Anywhere with you is amazing," you whispered, falling asleep. You woke up to Spencer shaking you gently.

"We're home," he said gently. You looked at him in alarm.

"I slept for 8 hours?" You questioned.

He nodded and leaned down, whispering in your ear nonchalantly. "Good sex can do that to a person." Your eyes widened as he pulled away and stood up, getting your bags. When did he start saying things like that. And why did you never want him to stop.

Your perfect bubble was broken as soon as you returned to Spencer's apartment. You would be staying here for the next week before moving to Boston. But, he would be leaving for a case. You frowned, seeing him pick up the phone. Of course, perfection couldn't last. You kissed him goodbye, telling him to be extra careful.

"I promise," he said, hugging you tightly. "I love you."

"I love you more," you replied, waving as he walked out the door.

Twelve hours later your phone rang. You picked up, hearing Spencer's soft voice. "I just wanted to make sure you didn't regret last night."

"Of course not Spence. I love you, don't overthink things with that beautiful brain of yours," you said reassuringly, as you muted the TV.

"Ok, good, because I keep replaying what happened last night. The eidetic memory really helps with that," he replied, causing butterflies to fill your stomach.

"Hmm, being immortalized in your brain is sort of terrifying."

"Trust me, it makes for a good distraction," he said flirtatiously. You blushed, thankful he couldn't see you.

"Spencer Reid!" You exclaimed.

"That's my name," he said seriously causing you to laugh. "But you already know that, because you screamed it last night."

"Oh my god, you're terrible," you said between giggles.

"Not in bed," he retaliated, making you go scarlet as you continued to laugh, not being able to breathe.

"Good night Spence," you muttered, finally being able to take a breath. "Come back soon, I miss you already. And bring this newfound confidence with you."

"I miss you too pretty girl, I'll see you soon," he said, clicking the phone off. You shook your head and went back to watching TV, smiling.

Spencer got back 5 days later, scaring you as you worked on your project proposal. He made it up to you though, in more ways than one.

Two days later, the day you were dreading had come. You had to go to MIT. And you were not as excited as you thought you'd be. Spencer helped you move in, driving with you up to Boston.

"Take your feet off the dash," he ordered, making you groan.

"It's my car Spence!" You argued.

"Airbags deploy between 100 & 220 MPH. If you ride with your feet on the dash and you're involved in an accident, the airbag may send your knees through your eye sockets," he said plainly, making you sit up straight with your feet on the ground.

"I hate you sometimes," you muttered.

"As long as you're safe and sound, I don't care." You leaned over and kissed his cheek gently.

"Most of the time, though, I love you and that big brain of yours," you whispered, making him smile.

"I'm partial to your brain too," he replied, stopping at the red light before looking over at you. "I'm so proud of you baby, you're absolutely amazing," he said before kissing you. You pulled apart from the sound of a car horn. The light had turned green. Spencer groaned and drove forward, lights and sirens appearing in his rear view mirror. "You're kidding me," he muttered, pulling over.

The cop walked over to his window and tapped it. He lowered it and gave her a smile. "Hi officer, is there a problem?"

"Kissing at red lights is illegal," she said angrily. "I'll need your registration and a form of ID." You gave Spencer with a sorry look. Spencer shook his head at you, lacing his fingers with yours and kissing your hand chastely as he handed the officer the car's registration and his FBI badge.

"Sir, I asked for ID," she said, looking at the badge.

"Its a federal badge, it should work as ID ma'am," you said sweetly with a fake smile. She looked between the ID and him for a moment before handing the documents back to him.

"FBI huh? I'll let you off with a warning this time," she said before walking away. You laughed, raising an eyebrow at Spencer.

"Using your FBI badge to get out of a ticket? I'm impressed."

"I've never had to do that. I've never even gotten pulled over before. Look at you, corrupting me," he teased, kissing you again.

"Spencer, how far is my apartment?" You asked quietly.

"15 minutes," he said, looking at the GPS. You grinned, sitting back against the seat. "Why?"

"Let's just say there's other ways I want to corrupt you," you said, making him sputter.

"Y/N!"

"That's my name. Don't worry, I'll make you scream it in," you looked down at your watch, "14 minutes and 11 seconds." He blushed a deep red, closing his eyes before pulling back onto the main road and turning down the first alley he saw. "Spencer?" You asked softly.

"God, Y/N, I won't make it to your apartment," he whispered. You grinned and scrambled over to his lap.

"Back seat?" you asked, kissing him.

"Back seat, now," he ordered, his eyes meeting yours. You nodded, climbing over the center console. Spencer followed you, crashing his lips against yours. "Y/N," he said urgently, "please."

"Begging for me?" You teased as you unbuckled his belt. He took a deep breath, kissing your neck. He held you against the the seat and spread your legs, the cold buckle of the seat belt hitting your back as he slammed into you

"Spence," you gasped, digging your nails into his back. "Don't stop, please, don't stop."

"Y/N," he whispered, breathing heavily. "Y/N," he cried out, slumping onto you. You smiled tiredly, stroking his hair.

"I've always wondered how car sex would be," you said softly.

"Hmm?"

"That was good, so good," you continued.

"Wanna go again?" Spencer asked cheekily, raising his head.

"Yes please," you said giggling as Spencer pulled you in for a kiss. You smiled against his lips, pulling away as you heard your phone ring. Spencer frowned, picking it up and handing it to you. "Hi dad, yeah we stopped for a bit, no not for food just to stretch our legs, yeah we should be there in 20 minutes? Ok bye."

You looked up and saw Spencer who was absolutely mortified. "Stretch our legs?" He asked in a low voice.

"Should I have told him how you were busy taking my innocence in the back seat of my 18th birthday present?" You asked.

"No, obviously not, oh, that was a rhetorical question," Spencer rambled, making you smile. "We should get going, pretty girl. I don't want your parents to think I can't drive."

"You might want to stop at a place with a bathroom or else my parents will think much worse," you teased causing Spencer to pale. He nodded and sat up. "Spence, can you hand me my underwear?" you asked.

"Hmm, I think I want to keep these," he joked, giving you a kiss. "Besides, I was promised a round 2, not having these on should make that easier, no?"

"Spencer!" You whined, slipping on your leggings. He laughed and kissed your cheek, stepping out of the car and getting back into the drivers seat. You did the same, with the passenger seat. You arrived at your apartment 18 minutes later, stopping at a Starbucks to get some coffee and for you to fix your hair so it didn't look like you just got your guts rearranged in the back of your car.

Spencer opened your door for you, getting your bags out of your trunk and following you into the building. Your new place was on the first floor, which Spencer did not like one bit. "First floor apartments are 3 times more likely to be broken into," he rambled. You kissed him to shut him up.

"Alright Spence, I'll lock my windows and get an alarm system."

Your parents were setting up your bed when you arrived. Spencer went to help your dad while your mom joined you in the living room to help unpack your books and decor pieces. "Hi sweetie," she said smiling. "How's everything? How's Spencer?"

"It's good, everything's good, same as it has been since I got back from Paris."

"He really loves you," she said as she picked up a framed picture of the two of you kissing in front of the Eiffel Tower.

"I love him too," you replied, smiling at the picture. "I hate that I won't see him as much."

"I know honey but you have to focus on yourself. And he's made it clear he'd do anything for you. I'm not too worried about you two."

You smiled and nodded, knowing she was right. A few hours later everything was set up. Your parents left for their hotel, saying they'd be back in the morning. Spencer said he needed a shower and disappeared into the bathroom, leaving you to your thoughts. And they were everywhere.

"Spencer?" You asked as he got into bed, wrapping his arm around your stomach, pulling you against him.

"Hmm?" He asked, kissing your neck.

"Do you only love me for my body?" you asked softly.

Spencer tensed, sitting up and turning on your lamp. "Y/N? What?"

"I mean I'm not complaining. It's been good, hell, it's amazing. Mind-blowing. But, it seems that it's all we do," you said quietly, turning to look at him.

"Pretty girl, I love you. I loved you before we slept together. And that didn't change when we did," he said, leaning down and kissing you gently. "But also, you're addicting. I can't get you off my mind and it's all I've thought about since that night in Paris." You blushed, biting your lip.

"I'm sorry for being dumb," you apologized.

Spencer shook his head. "Baby, never apologize about talking to me about your feelings. I will always care about them. Not only because I love you, but because I respect your choices. We can cool it for a little if you'd like."

"Spence, it's not that. I just let my mind freak out. You're my first real relationship, the first person I've ever loved."

"Y/N, you're the only girl I've ever loved. I love you more than I ever considered possible. Frankly, more than I would think is humanly possible. I never believed in love, not until I met you."

"How are we going to go without seeing each other for weeks?" you asked, feeling like you were about to cry. Why was it you were always crying?

"We'll manage. My love for you won't fade because I don't see you for a few weeks. I love you so much." You smiled and nodded, wrapping yourself in his arms, whispering how much you loved him as you fell asleep. You wished it could be like this forever.