Always and Forever

Spencer looked himself up and down in the mirror, admiring the jet black three piece tuxedo he was wearing. He looked good if he was being honest with himself. He wasn't as big and muscular as Morgan, but he had learned to appreciate his body.

Spencer had not always liked the way he looked, for most of his life so far he thought of his body only as a means of carrying his brain around and keeping him alive. He never really thought that beauty was something that he could possess.

Derek changed that however. Spencer fooled him for a while, but one night he couldn't hold it in any longer. Derek had been running his lips and hands over every inch of Spencer's body, from the top of his head down to his ankles, mumbling words of praise into his pale skin.

Spencer had tried to hold it in, but after a few minutes he couldn't anymore, and he broke down crying. It was embarrassing at first, and he was sure Derek would never want to have sex with him again.

He was proved wrong when Derek held him close and kissed his tears away, telling him how proud he was and how much he loved Spencer. They stayed curled up together until the next morning when Spencer had to get up to make Kate breakfast.

Over the year and a half they were together Derek had helped Spencer build his confidence. After all, if someone as hot as Derek thought he was beautiful, he must be right.

Now he saw his slim waist and thought of how well Derek's arms could wrap around it. He saw his pale skin and thought of how pretty the marks Derek left on him looked in contrast. He saw his thin fingers and thought of how good they looked laced in between Derek's.

He was joined in the mirror by his lover. Derek's suit was the inverse of Spencer's. The jacket, slacks and vest were all white and his shirt was black. Both of their bow ties were plum purple, the couple's favorite color.

"So beautiful baby," Derek purred into Spencer's ear. "You're all mine aren't you. Just for me."

"You know I am Derek," Spencer said, so quietly he wasn't even sure Derek heard.

Derek must have though, as a wide smile spread over his lips.

"Ready to get married?"

"I was ready to marry you the first time you kissed me in that ambulance bay," Spencer said.

"I'm that good, am I?"

Spencer shook his head and bit his lip.

"It was a great kiss but it was more than that. When I saw the way you looked at me that night I knew for the first time just how deep our bond went."

Spencer took Derek's hand in his, bringing it to his lips so he could place gentle kisses on his knuckles. Derek watched in awe as he struggled to contain the emotions that were bubbling under his skin.

"Spencer," was all Derek said. It was all he had to say. He said it as a declaration of love, and a prayer. He said it like it was the only word that mattered, the only thought that mattered, and to him it was. He said it because it was the only word he could think of. He said it because it had so many meanings. It meant "I love you" and "take care of yourself" and "you're driving me crazy, kid". Sometimes it meant "that's enough" or "watch yourself". Too often it meant "I almost lost you". Above all else it meant that Derek was in the presence of the messy haired, quick witted gift from god who he would soon call his husband. It meant that he was looking into those honey colored eyes that made him go weak in the knees. It meant that Derek was home.

"Derek," came Spencer's response. That word meant all the same things to him that "Spencer" meant to Derek.

They stood there for a while, not moving, just basking in the affection they shared. They would have been content to stay there all day if it wasn't for Morgan's phone alarm going off, signaling that the couple had only ten minutes before they had to be at the altar. Spencer sighed when Derek took a step back to grab his phone off the bed and turn the alarm off.