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Pretty Boy

Spencer Reid

"Are you ready for a weekend filled with food and absolutely nothing?" Derek grinned as he jumped onto the couch next to me.

"Yes," I nodded eagerly. The week had gone by fairly relaxed without a case and so we were spending the entire weekend together at his apartment.

"Come here," Morgan opened his arms and I leaned into them without a second thought. Normally, I didn't really like to be touched or held or anything of that sort. But with Derek? It's like I craved his touch, I needed it. I couldn't go a longer than a few hours without some form of physical contact from him, even if it was as small as a brush of his arm against my own.

"Which one are we watching first?" I asked.

"Hocus Pocus?" he looked down at me.

"Yes," I nodded, smiling. Derek pressed play and brought me closer to his side and I snuggled my head onto his firm but comfortable chest.

Halfway through the movie, I couldn't keep from smiling. It took almost everything to keep the tears from streaming down on my face. I just couldn't help from thinking about how I had never been happier in my life. I was in the arms of someone who cared about me and we were watching a silly Halloween movie even though we were in the middle of November all because I liked it. I hadn't ever been so happy. A sniffle unwillingly escaped and I gulped, hoping Derek hadn't noticed it.

"Baby boy? What's wrong?" Derek immediately pulled me away from him to look down at me and I almost instantly, like a magnet, attached back towards him not wanting him to see how stupid and sensitive I was acting and I didn't want him to stop holding me.

"Nothing," I denied, looking back at the screen.

"Sweetheart, talk to me. I know something is up," he tried pushing me away again to look at me but I held onto him with a steel grip, afraid he was just a fissure of my imagination and he would disappear the minute I let go. "Spencer what's-"

"Just hold me, please? Really tightly," I murmured into his chest as I tightened my hold. I felt his grip become stronger and I sniffed his shirt lightly. Derek Morgan. Just the thought of his name made my stomach erupt in butterflies.

"Baby talk to me, you're scaring me a little," Derek pressed kisses to the top of my head.

"It's just," I pulled away slightly, just enough so we could be face to face. "I haven't ever been this happy, Derek. I know it might sound stupid but to me, even something like this, it means a lot to me. I never had anyone care for me the way you do. This makes me so happy. You make me so happy," I admitted, maintaining eye contact until I finished and I averted my gaze.

"Spencer, look at me," Derek's hands cupped my face, forcing me to look at him. "I don't think it's stupid. It makes me happy that I can make you happy. You're my entire world baby, I would get you a star if you wanted one even its physiologically impossible because they're just balls of gas that would implode in the atmosphere if you brought it down-" we both chuckled softly at the memory of the previous conversation, a single tear strolling down my face. "No tears baby," he wiped it away with his thumb.

"I just, I never thought I'd find someone like you," I sniffled "I don't ever want to lose you and I'm just so used to people leaving, I'm scared."

"Sweetheart," Derek brushed stray hairs out of my face, running his fingers along my hairline until he cupped my jaw once more. "You're the best that's ever happened to me. I would never ever leave you or do anything to make you leave me either. You've become a part of me, baby boy. You hold everything I stand for, you hold my heart baby doll. I love you, Spencer. So, so much and I promise I'll never leave you," my eyes widened and tears streamed non-stop down my face.