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The Halo's Shadow -ongoing

Letters From The Valley -ongoing

The Devil's Favorite Angel -completed

U weren't here I really miss you

Celebrating early

Wining The Hunt

The Wrong Note

Breaking The Silence

Perfect Closed Circuits

Everything for My Angel

You Need To Be Quiet

Throughly Undone Haley

A Birthday to Remember

Don't Make a Sound

Working Overtime Spencer Reid

The concrete corridor was painted in shades of sterile gray and industrial ash. It was the same subterranean block where the shadows stretched long and thin against iron bars, only in the dream, the cell doors had eyes and the stale air carried the heavy deafening echo of steel slamming shut.

"Clang… Clang… Clang."

You were running, your feet bare and bleeding against the jagged frozen concrete, the frigid air burning your lungs. You weren't running from the guards, you were running down a labyrinthine, seemingly endless corridor toward the isolation cell at the very end of the block where you knew Spencer was.

Every step you took felt like the hallway was stretching, pulling him further out of reach but you had to get to him… you had to pull him out.

"Spencer!" You tried to scream but the sound died in your throat, replaced by the choking metallic taste of panic.

Suddenly the corridor dissolved and you were standing in that sterile suffocating visiting room. The thick scratched Plexiglas barrier sat cold between the two of you.

Spencer was sitting on the other side, looking exactly as he had on the absolute worst days, thin, dark circles bruising the skin beneath his eyes, his posture tense and defeated.

Behind him stood a menacing faceless shadow clad in a guard's uniform, its heavy boots clicking rhythmically against the floor like a countdown.

Spencer slowly lifted his head, looking at you through the glass with a hollow exhausted expression that broke your heart.

"You have to stop coming here," Spencer’s voice whispered, vibrating through the glass, sounding flat and completely devoid of hope. "You have to move on sweetheart, there is no version of the future where I get out of here... let me go."

"No Spencer! No!" You screamed, slamming your hands against the Plexiglas but the barrier wouldn't even vibrate under your palms.

Before you could beg him to fight, the faceless guard stepped forward, his heavy gloved hands rough as they clamped onto Spencer’s shoulders, hauling him backward out of the chair.

Spencer didn't fight it, his head just bowed as he was violently dragged into the darkness of the back corridor.

The guard paused for a fraction of a second, the shadow of his faceless head turning back toward you through the glass, a low distorted voice echoed through the speaker. "He thinks he’s smart, he thinks he can find a way out but the system doesn't let go. They will always come back for him… and you can't keep him safe out there."

The heavy iron door behind Spencer slammed shut with a violent resounding crash that shook the entire room.

"No!" You wailed, the sound finally breaking through the paralysis of the nightmare. "Spencer! No! Don't take him back! Please!"

Your eyes snapped open to total darkness, your body jerked so violently you nearly fell off the mattress, your limbs instantly tangling in the heavy duvet, your skin slick with a cold frantic sweat.

The room was spinning, the shadows in the corner of the bedroom morphed into the heavy looming shapes of the men from your dream, your heart slamming against your ribs like a trapped bird.

Every breath you took felt like it was being filtered through a thick layer of concrete dust.

"Shhhh! Shhh! Baby hey! I’m here! I’ve got you baby!"

The bed groaned as a heavy weight shifted toward you, his long limbs moving with instant hyper alert precision.

Before you could even register the movement, two large warm hands were anchoring your shoulders, steady and grounding.

Spencer pulled you flush against his chest, his lean strength undeniable even in his half awake state.

You let out a jagged broken sob, your fingers clawing at the skin of his bare arms as if you were trying to verify he wasn't a phantom, that he wasn't made of smoke and prison memories.

You were shaking so hard your teeth were literally chattering, the terror of the dream still screaming in your ears.

"S-Spencer..." you choked out, your voice a ruined airy whisper. "They... they were there... the prison... the glass... he told... he told me they were taking you back to the cell."

Spencer didn't say anything at first, he simply hauled you onto his lap, his long legs tangling with yours as he sat back against the headboard. He pulled your head directly into the crook of his neck, his large hand coming up to cradle the back of your skull, forcing your face into the soothing warmth of his skin.

He smelled like his familiar coffee, old pages and the lingering scent of sleep, a grounded solid reality that started to fight back the ghosts of the nightmare.

"It was just a dream baby," he murmured, his voice a low gravelly vibration that you could feel deep in your own chest, a soothing cadence meant to break your panic. "Look at me, look at where we are! It's exactly 4:12 AM, we're home love, don't you worry."

He pulled back just enough to make you look at him, the moonlight was filtering through the curtains, casting sharp cinematic shadows across the brilliant elegant lines of his face.

He looked entirely steady, unyielding and completely unafraid. He took your trembling hands and pressed them flat against his bare chest, right over his heart.

"Feel that?" he rasped, his eyes dilated and dark, searching yours with a terrifyingly focused devotion. "I'm real baby, I'm alive and I’m right here in this bed with you, exactly where I belong. I'm not in a cell, I'm not behind glass… I'm right here."

"But what… what if..." you sobbed, fresh tears spilling over and hitting his thumbs as he brushed them away with meticulous care, "if they find a loophole Spencer? What if someone fabricates a charge? I can’t lose you again... I can’t go back to the world without you in it... I'd rather be locked away with you than alive without you."

A soft profoundly tender look melted the tension in Spencer’s face, his brilliant mind instantly recognizing the sheer depth of your devotion. The sheer relief that you were entirely safe on his side of the glass seemed to wash over him.

He leaned in, his forehead resting firmly against yours, his breath hot and steady as he anchored you to the present. He began to rub soothing, heavy circles into your back, his long fingers lingering on the base of your spine, providing a solid grounding warmth.

"You really are my whole world aren't you?" He whispered, his voice thick with a mix of fierce devotion and deep emotional relief. "Listen to me love, I spent every single hour in that place just remembering your face to keep from losing my mind... but it's over now, the trial is finished, the BAU proved exactly what happened and the real conspirators are behind bars. The case is entirely closed."

He shifted slightly, his thumb gently wiping away a stray tear from your cheek, his eyes completely soft and earnest.

"There are no loopholes sweetheart, no one is looking for me and no one can fabricate a charge because my team and the entire bureau know the truth. We are completely safe and I am never, ever letting anyone take me away from you again.”

He trailed his lips down your jaw, his light stubble grazing your sensitized skin. "I’m not a ghost, I’m not a memory... I am right here. I would burn the entire system piece by piece before I ever let them put a single hand on you or me again."

The frantic rhythm of your heart was finally starting to slow, following the lead of his. The safety he provided was a massive heavy thing, a shelter built out of sharp brilliant intellect and an unyielding will to survive, but it was the only shelter you wanted.

"You're shaking less," he noted, his voice dropping into that low melodic register he used when he was completely focusing all of his immense mind on you. "Do you believe me now? Do you feel how real I am?"

"I'm sorry," you whispered, leaning your forehead back against his shoulder, finally letting the last of the adrenaline drain out of you. "I just... the thought of that door closing and you not being on my side of it... it’s the only thing that scares me."

Spencer gripped your chin, tilting your face up so you had to meet his intense gaze, his eyes were burning with a fierce absolute sort of love.

"That door is never closing on me again baby," he whispered, his hazel eyes dropping for a fraction of a second to your lips before shifting back up to meet your gaze with a look of such profound tender devotion. ”I am never leaving you. I survived that hell specifically to ensure we would have this life together. We're alive and we're together… that is the only reality that matters."

He leaned down, pressing a long lingering kiss to your forehead, his lips warm and firm. "I'll always keep you safe baby, I'm going to make sure that when you close your eyes again, the only thing your mind can process is me. No cells, no guards... just your Spencer."

You looked up at him, your vision still a little blurry from the tears but the terror was gone, replaced by a heavy pulsing need to be entirely consumed by his presence. You reached out, your fingers tracing the elegant line of his throat, feeling the strong steady pulse there.

A proof of his life, a proof of his freedom.

"You're here," you breathed, your voice cracking slightly as your thumb brushed against his warm skin. "You're really here... and they can't take you back."

He reached out, his thumb dragging slowly across your bottom lip, his gaze deeply analytical yet incredibly tender, his long hands tightening securely on your waist with a sudden desperate strength.

"I'm real," he murmured, his voice a low ragged vibration that seemed to settle in the marrow of your bones as he leaned down, his forehead resting against yours. "I've spent months starving for this... literally aching for you."

He leaned in but he didn't rush for your mouth immediately, instead he pressed a slow lingering kiss to the corner of your lips then another to the sensitive dip beneath your ear, counting the frantic beats of your pulse against his lips. His breath was hot, a stark contrast to the ghost chill that had lingered from your nightmare.

You let out a shaky broken sigh, your head falling back against his shoulder as your fingers tangled into the soft messy curls at the nape of his neck.

"Spence... please." You whispered the word like a desperate prayer.

"I’ve got you love… I’m right here," he promised against your skin.

He finally moved his mouth to yours but it wasn't a rushed collision, this was a slow, deep and agonizingly thorough reclamation. After months of being deprived of your touch, his hunger was overwhelming but it was guided by a profound reverence.

When your lips parted, his tongue swept inside with a rhythmic calculated ease, tasting your tears and the heat of his own devotion. It was a long wet glide that felt like it was completely rewriting your nervous system, erasing the images of the cold prison glass and replacing them entirely with the reality of him.

You couldn't stop kissing him, every time he pulled back even a fraction of an inch to catch a breath, you followed him, your mouth searching for his with a greedy frantic need.

"Stay with me," he murmured into the kiss, his hands sliding down from your face to the hem of the shirt you were wearing -his shirt- "Keep your eyes on me baby… just look at me."

His hands were warm as they slid under the fabric, his palms grazing the soft skin of your ribs, his fingers mapping every curve as if memorizing the geometry of your body.

You shivered, a high thin sound escaping your throat as his thumbs traced the curve of your breasts. The contact was electric, a grounding wire that pulled you out of your overthinking mind and entirely into your body.

"You're so soft," he whispered, his voice cracking slightly with emotion. "I spent so many lonely nights wondering if I would ever get to touch you like this… without a barrier standing between us, and now… there are no barriers, it’s just us.”

He leaned down, peppering your collarbones with kisses, his lips moving in a frantic worshipping path back to your mouth. The kisses turned deeper and more desperate, your tongues tangling in a slick rhythmic dance.

You clutched at his biceps, feeling the hard lean muscle beneath his skin, the strength that had endured so much just to return to you.

"Do you like how I touch you yeah?" he asked, his voice a low heavy hum against your lips. "Tell me... I need to hear your voice."

"I love it," you sobbed into the kiss, your hips giving a small involuntary twitch against his lap. "I love your hands on me. I love knowing they’re mine… only mine."

"They are," he vowed, finally pulling the shirt over your head and tossing it aside. "Everything I am belongs to you, every thought in my mind... it’s all yours."

He lowered you back onto the pillows but he didn't follow you down immediately, he stayed braced over you, his long curls falling over his forehead in messy loops. He looked down at you with a gaze that was so heavy with love it felt like a physical weight.

"I'm going to take this so slow," he whispered, his hand sliding down your stomach, his fingers splaying over your hip bones. "I want to feel everything, I want to hear every hitch in your breath… I want to be the only thing you remember when you wake up in the morning."

He reached for the hem of your underwear, his fingers brushing against the highly sensitive skin of your inner thigh.

You let out a sharp jagged moan, your legs falling open in a silent invitation. Your fear was completely replaced by a desperate need to feel his hands on you.

"My perfect loyal girl," he murmured, his voice thick with profound emotion as he leaned down, his mouth catching yours again in a long soul searing kiss that felt like a binding promise. He began to stroke your hair away from your face, his touch so light it was almost a ghost of a sensation.

"You're not scared anymore right?" He asked, pulling back just enough to see into your eyes.

"No," you breathed, your fingers tracing the line of his jaw. "I'm not scared when you're touching me, I'm only scared when you're not."

Spencer’s expression fractured, a look of pure unadulterated devotion breaking through his calm facade. He leaned down and kissed your eyelids then the tip of your nose before settling back onto your lips with a renewed heavy hunger.

"Then I'll never stop," he promised, his hand sliding between your thighs, his fingers ghosting exactly where you desperately needed him to touch. "I'll keep my hand on you until your mind is so full of me that there's no room for fear."

He broke the kiss to drag his mouth down your throat again, his hot breath an electric contrast to the softness of your skin then began to trail wet open mouthed kisses along the slope of your shoulder.

"Please Spencer... don't tease me," you panted against his hair. "I love you.”

"I love you more baby," he rasped, his voice a ruined thread of sound. He let out a shaky desperate breath, his forehead dropping against yours as his fingers trembled slightly against your skin. "I want you so bad it's terrifying me... you will never imaginr how badly I need to be inside you... but I’m so afraid of losing control and hurting you. Please... just let me do this slowly, let me take my time.”

Spencer didn't allow the silence back into the room, every time your lips parted, he was there to catch your breath, his mouth hot and demanding.

You were kissing him back just as hard, your fingers digging into his shoulders, needing to feel the solid heavy reality of his freedom.

You looked up at him, your hands moving from his hair to cup his face, your fingers pressing firmly into his cheeks to force him to look at you.

"You won't hurt me honey," you whispered, your voice trembling but steady in its absolute certainty.

Spencer let out a low shuddering breath against your lips, a look of raw uncovered vulnerability breaking across his face at your words.

Your permission seemed to completely undo the last of his restraint as he leaned down, pressing his forehead into the crook of your neck for a long heartbeat just to breathe you in before his lips finally found your skin.

​His tongue dragged slowly over the frantic pulse point, tasting the salt of your skin. He moved outward to your shoulder, his teeth nipping at the sensitive slope just hard enough to make you let out a sharp gasp, marking you as his own before trailing a slow wet path of heavy kisses right down the center of your chest.

You were squirming under him, your hips already lifting off the mattress but Spencer noticed.

He shifted his weight, sliding one of his legs between yours. He moved lower, his mouth finally finding your breast but he didn't just kiss it, he swirled his tongue around your nipple, lashing the sensitive peak until it was a hard aching point.

"Do you like it when I do this baby? Do you feel how much I'm taking care of you?"

"Yes... fuck!… Yes Spencer," you sobbed, your hands tangling in his messy hair, pulling him closer. "Please… ahh~... don't stop… it feels so good."

The sensation was almost too much, you were arching your back, your breath coming in short panicked gasps as you kept grinding against his leg.

"You’re so sensitive tonight sweetheart," he whispered, looking up at you with a soft, intensely possessive smile. "Is it because you’re happy I'm still here? Because you know I’m the only one who gets to hold you like this?"

"Yes… it’s… it’s you," you panted, your vision blurring. "I only want you… hahh~... I love… how you look at me."

Spencer let out a satisfied sound and pulled back to capture your lips in another deep messy kiss, his tongue searching yours with a hungry wet desperation.

"You’re my perfect girl," he praised against your mouth. "So loyal… so brave for me."

He broke the kiss and started to move down again, his lips grazing your stomach, his breath hot against your navel. He slid off the bed entirely, kneeling on the floor between your spread legs.

He grabbed your waist, his large hands sinking into your skin as he pulled you right to the edge of the mattress, exposing you completely to the moonlight and his focused adoration filled gaze.

He started with your thighs, his mouth pressing firm lingering kisses to the soft skin of your inner legs. "Look at you baby," he muttered, his voice dropping to a low gravelly vibration. "Do you like feeling my hands on you sweetheart?"

"I love it babe," you whispered, your head falling back against the pillow as you watched him from between your lashes. "I want to feel you everywhere… I want to feel that I'm yours."

"You are," he rasped, his voice dropping an octave, thick and unrefined. His eyes weren't just intense, they were wild, dilated and tracing every inch of your face as if he was trying to swallow you whole. "It’s just us baby… you’re mine."

He flattened his tongue against your cunt, starting with a long slow swipe from the very bottom of your entrance up to your clit.

It was meant to be a tentative taste, a quiet reassurance that he was finally back but the moment he tasted your warmth, months of starvation caught up to him all at once. The lingering control he had fought so hard to maintain snapped.

His tongue flattened out against your cunt, moving with a relentless heavy friction that slicked you from front to back. He wasn't just teasing you anymore, he buried his face entirely between your thighs, pinning your hips to the mattress under the crushing weight of his chest.

The flat of his tongue pressed hard against your clit, dragging upward in broad heavy strokes that left you completely drenched while his sharp jawline ground ruthlessly against the sensitive skin of your inner thighs to lock you in place.

You let out a high pitched cry, your spine arching off the bed as your lower body tried to buck against the overwhelming sensation but Spencer completely cut off your retreat.

His long slender fingers dug into the soft flesh of your hips, his knuckles turning white as he gripped you with a borderline bruising strength, anchoring you to the sheets.

Driven by a ravenous long denied starvation, his mouth became a blur of hot wet energy. He parted his lips wide, his tongue pushing aggressively past your folds to swipe deep inside your entrance. It was a thick unyielding intrusion that made your internal muscles instantly clamp down in a breathless tight welcome.

Every time you tried to squirm, he only pressed deeper, his tongue swirling around your sweet spot before instantly returning to lash over your swollen clit, devouring every single drop of your release as if he was trying to drown his memories of that concrete cell in the taste of you.

He was mimicking the hard desperate rhythm he wanted to wreck you with later, his thumbs stretching you wide, completely unhinged by the taste of you.

"Fuck… you’re actually real, you’re actually fuckin here," he choked out, his mouth never fully leaving your wet skin, his voice a raw ruined growl that vibrated directly against your core. "I starved for this... I thought I was losing my mind... fuck baby, I could stay down here forever."

He shifted his focus to your clit, his tongue flattening out and rubbing hard relentless patterns against the swollen nub. He wasn't trying to be gentle anymore, he pulled the sensitive nub into his mouth, sucking it hard and swirling his tongue around it with a vibrating desperate pressure that tore a broken wail from your throat.

He increased the pressure, shoving two fingers deep inside you at the exact same time. He hooked his fingers upward, hitting your g-spot with a punishing heavy rhythm while his mouth continued its brutal beautiful assault on your clit.

The feeling was utterly devastating, you were clutching his hair, your knuckles turning white as the first violent tremors of a climax ripped through your lower stomach.

"Spencer! Oh fuck!... ah-hhah!~... don't stop!"

"I've got you baby… I'm not stopping, give it to me," he gasped out against your skin, his pace turning frantic.

The dual friction snapped the last of your control, your vision fractured into white light, your breath leaving you in a long broken scream as your first orgasm hit. Your inner walls pulsed violently around his fingers, your body shaking so hard the bed creaked beneath his weight.

Spencer didn't pull away, he stayed buried right there, his tongue continuing to lap hungrily at you, swallowing every drop of your release, his dark eyes snapping up to watch the way your face beautifully shattered under his hands.

"That's it… my perfect girl," he rasped, his chest heaving as if he had just run miles, a dark territorial pride flooding his face. "Give it all to me... every fuckin drop."

Even as your body continued to shudder with the aftershocks, he stayed right there, his tongue moving in broad hungry laps that caught every bit of the slickness coating your skin. He licked a slow heavy path back up to your clit, swirling his tongue around the highly sensitive nub with a sudden pressure that made your toes curl and your back arch.

You were so sensitive that the touch almost hurt, a delicious overwhelming ache. Your fingers were still buried in his hair, tugging weakly to pull him away. "Spencer... h-hah~... stop… I'm… fuck," you gasped, a tired airy laugh bubbling up from your chest, a sound of pure unadulterated relief. "Come here please… come back up here."

Spencer let out a low growling hum against your inner thigh before he finally surged upward. He dragged his open mouth over your skin, kissing your stomach, your ribs and your chest with frantic small bites, his light stubble grazing your skin until he reached your neck.

By the time he reached your lips, you were reaching for him, pulling his head down so his lips would meet yours. It was messy, wet and deep, tasting of your own release and the heat of his untamed hunger, an absolute seal on the promise he had made earlier.

He pulled back just an inch, his eyes dangerously dark, his breath hot and erratic against your mouth.

"You think I'm done?" He whispered, his voice trembling with the effort it took not to just push his dick inside you right then. "I told you I was going to take this slow… I need to feel every single twitch you have left."

As he spoke, he reached down, his fingers finding you again.

You were already so swollen and sensitive that the mere brush of his knuckles against your thigh made you flinch.

Spencer’s expression darkened into something fiercely possessive. He reached down, his long digits forcing your folds open with a heavy dragging friction that made you feel every single distinct ridge of his skin.

"Spence... please… I'm so sensitive," you whispered, your breath hitching as your hands clutched at his wrists. "It’s too much."

"I know it is," he murmured, leaning down to bite your bottom lip, tugging it between his teeth just hard enough to make you moan. "That’s the point sweetheart. I want you to feel every single piece of me, I want you so focused on what my hands are doing to you that there isn't a single thought of that prison or the shadows left in that pretty head of yours… now look at me."

The moment your eyes met his, he drove his fingers deep back inside you. You let out a sharp jagged moan, your hips instinctively bucking up off the mattress to escape the sudden fullness.

Spencer didn't let you retreat, his movements were heavy, rhythmic and entirely unyielding, deliberately testing the desperate frantic way your internal muscles clamped around his hand.

"You're still so tight for me," he noted, a swell of raw heavy pride in his voice as his fingers pushed deeper. "Even after I just made you cum… it's like your body was just made for me."

"It is," you panted, your hands moving to his biceps, feeling the hard steady muscle there. "I… I don't want anyone else… ahh!~... just you."

"Good," he rasped, his fingers beginning to move faster, finding that sweet spot he knew so well. He didn't speed up into a blur but the pace was agonizingly thorough, rotating his wrist so his fingers curled against you in a way that made your vision blur. "Because no one else is ever going to touch you like that, no one else is ever going to know the way you sound when you're falling apart for me."

"Babe... you're making me lose my mind," you sobbed out, your fingers clutching weakly at his shoulders as he increased the pressure just a fraction. "It feels... it's too much."

"Good," he growled against your mouth, his eyes completely dark and blown out. "Let me break you, I'm fuckin starving for you... I don't want you remembering anything but this.”

You couldn't argue with him, you just watched him, captivated by the way his eyes tracked every tiny change in your expression, looking at you like you were his only anchor to sanity. You reached up, grabbing his face and pulling him down to moan directly against his lips.

You kissed him hungrily, your tongue tangling with his in a desperate slick rhythm while his fingers kept up that relentless, torturous motion inside you.

He began to swirl his thumb over your clit again but this time it was different and faster, a vibrating heavy friction that built the tension in your gut until it felt like a physical weight.

"More… honey please… more," you managed to gasp into the kiss, your voice breaking with need.

"Yeah baby," he rasped, his voice a low gravelly vibration against your mouth. “I've got you… I'll do everything you want.”

He increased his pace, his fingers sliding deep and hooking upward to find that sweet spot again with punishing accuracy while the friction of his thumb was constant, a blurring heat that made your hips buck uncontrollably.

You felt like you were being completely overwhelmed and filled up all at once, your entire body tightening into a single wire of electricity.

Your moans turned into broken high pitched cries as your fingers dug into the lean muscles of his neck, clinging to him like he was the only thing keeping you from drifting away.

“Spencer!~” You whined, the words falling apart as you lost the ability to keep up the kiss. "I'm close… Ah-ahhh!~… baby!... I'm so close..."

“I know you are,” he whispered, his thumb rubbing harder on your clit, making you moan louder against his lips. "You're doing so good for me… my perfect sweet girl."

Spencer shifted, his mouth leaving yours to trail a path of fire down your throat. He buried his face against your chest, beginning to worship your breasts again. He lashed his tongue over your nipple again, sucking it into the heat of his mouth, while his fingers inside you focused entirely on your g-spot, pulsing and driving into you with a rhythmic heavy pressure.

"Spencer!" You cried, your back arching so high your head pressed into the headboard. “I’m cumming!.... AHH!~... Baby please!... Fuck… Ahh!~...”

Hearing your ragged cry, Spencer moved back up instantly to capture your mouth, swallowing your whimpers.

"Yeah baby, good girl... give it all to me," he whispered against your lips, his voice thick with pride.

You came hard, your internal muscles clamping around his fingers in frantic rhythmic pulses. The sensation was devastating, you felt the wave of the orgasm crash over you, a violent thick heat that started in your core and radiated to your fingertips.

Spencer didn't stop, he kept his fingers moving, intentionally prolonging the climax and forcing you to ride out every single wave of the release until you were sobbing into his mouth.

Spencer waited until the last of the tremors subsided before he finally pulled his fingers out of you.

You watched through blurred lashes as he brought his hand up, his eyes never leaving yours as he slowly licked his fingers clean, savoring every bit of your slickness with a heavy unblinking devotion.

“You taste fuckin perfect," he whispered, his mouth hovering just a fraction above yours. "You did so good for me baby… my sweet girl.”

He crashed his lips onto yours again, a deep wet kiss that forced you to taste yourself on his tongue. It was an intimate absolute claim that made your head spin, the intense reality of your surrender filling your senses as he held you there, making sure you knew exactly who you belonged to.

He pulled back just an inch, his eyes dark but softened by a flicker of genuine concern.

"Are you okay now baby?" He whispered, his thumb brushing a stray damp hair from your forehead. "The nightmare... it’s gone isn't it?"

You looked up at him, your chest still heaving slightly but the fear had been entirely replaced by a heavy pulsing heat. You reached down, your hand sliding down his flat stomach until your palm pressed firmly against the heavy straining bulge trapped in the fabric of his sweatpants.

"I don't think I completely forgot about it," you whispered against his lips, your gaze dark and heavy. "Can you suggest something to make me forget that awful nightmare Dr. Reid?"

Spencer let out a short choked sound that was half groan half laugh, his composure fracturing on the spot. Before you could stroke him again his large hand shot down, trapping your wrist in a sudden vice like grip.

He shoved your palm harder against his length, forcing your fingers to tighten ruthlessly around him until he groaned into your mouth.

"You're a desperate little slut aren't you?" He rasped, his eyes burning with a raw hungry heat as he looked down at you. "Can’t even wait a goddamn second... just completely shameless for me."

A tired airy laugh bubbled up from your chest at his words, the lingering tension completely breaking as you laughed straight into his mouth. You kissed him back harder, tasting his academic grin before he finally tore himself away -breathless and shaking- to sit up at the edge of the bed.

You watched him from the pillows, your eyes tracing the lean toned span of his shoulders as he reached down to strip off his pants.

"I don't think I'll ever get enough of you baby," you confessed, your voice sounding small and honest in the quiet room.

Spencer froze for a second before leaning back over you, bracing himself on his elbows to keep his weight off you. He kissed the tip of your nose, his expression fracturing into that look of pure unadulterated devotion.

"Good," he whispered against your lips. "Because I’m never going to stop giving myself to you. I’ve spent the longest, most agonizing days of my life waiting for the moment we would finally be free together like this."

He pulled back, hovering over you as he moved to sit between your legs. He reached down and lifted your right thigh to open you up completely to the moonlight, leaning down to press a lingering heated kiss to your inner thigh right near the crease of your hip.

"I'll be gentle okay?" He murmured, his voice dropping to a low cautious register. "I know you’re so sensitive now baby."

You let out a shaky whimper, your hips lifting off the mattress in a silent plea. "Okay... just please… put it in... I need to feel you."

"Anything for you baby," he vowed.

He wrapped your legs firmly around his waist, the soles of your feet pressing into the small of his back as he leaned forward, capturing your mouth in a slow deep kiss as he guided himself to your entrance.

He pushed forward with agonizing slowness, a gentle steady movement that felt like it was stretching you to your limit.

The sensation was overwhelming from how much he had worked you over with his mouth and fingers. You let out a jagged moan into his mouth, your nails digging into the hard muscles of his back as you tried to anchor yourself.

"You're doing so good for me," he praised, his voice muffled by the kiss. "Look at how well you're taking me… such a perfect fit… you were made just for me love."

He began to move, his thrusts slow and shallow at first, giving your body time to adjust to the fullness, every time he pushed in, he pressed a kiss to your jaw, your temple or your lips, his praises never stopping.

"So good... you feel so warm... so tight," he whispered, his breath hitching as he felt your internal muscles clamp around him.

You were throwing your head back against the pillow, a non stop chain of broken moans tearing from your throat as you clawed at his shoulders, kissing him back with a frantic needy desperation.

"Look at me," he gasped against your mouth, his teeth grazing your upper lip as his chest heaved against yours. "Don't close your eyes love... watch what you're doing to me."

Your insides were screaming from the sheer sensitivity but the way he was staring down at you with a dark unblinking focus that bordered on insanity made it clear that he was deliberately trying to burn out every single trace of the nightmare with his own weight.

He didn't keep the rhythm gentle, bracing his forearms on either side of your head, he grounded his hips heavy against yours, forcing a slow crushing grind that stretched you open to your absolute limit.

The wet friction heavy sound of your joined bodies echoed loudly in the quiet room with every relentless push. He wasn't tip toeing around you, he was anchoring himself inside you, his entire body a sweating solid weight that left no room for you to escape.

"Spence... Fuck!... You're too big," you sobbed out, your hips instinctively trying to tilt away from the overwhelming fullness. "It's... ahh!~... it's... t-too much."

"Take it," he growled, his jaw clenching so hard a vein strode down his neck. He gripped your thighs tighter, pinning them flat against the mattress to open you up even more. "Take all of it... I've been starving for months baby, let me have you please."

With every single agonizing roll of his pelvis, you felt the brutal pulsing architecture of him, you could feel the slight hard curve of his length hooking relentlessly against your walls, the thick heat radiating from him in waves and the thrumming pressure of every single vein and ridge as he slid deeply through your slickness.

It was a slow devastating friction as if he was deliberately trying to wreck every single nerve ending you possessed just to prove he was back.

He was thick, unyielding and completely unhinged by the frantic way you were clamping around him, driving inside you with a heavy reality that chopped your breath into a series of jagged shallow gasps.

"You're so warm love," he whispered, his voice dropping into that low gravelly register that seemed to vibrate straight through your chest. He leaned down, his hair brushing against your forehead, his eyes dark and fixed on yours with a fierce sort of devotion. "Do you feel me? Do you feel how real I am?"

"Yes... h-hah~... baby... I can… feel you," you managed to sob, your voice a ruined thread of sound. You traced the hard bunched muscles of his back with your fingers, feeling the sheer physical power he was holding in check just to be gentle with you. "Don't... don't go slow... please… don't leave me."

"I'm right here baby... I'm never leaving," he promised, his voice cracking with an emotion so raw it felt like a physical touch.

He shifted his weight, pulling your legs higher and draping them over his shoulders, exposing every inch of your vulnerability to the moonlight. He began to drive deeper, his thrusts gaining a deliberate rhythmic precision.

With every forward motion, he hit your g-spot with the blunt punishing accuracy of a man who knew exactly how to overwhelm your senses and put you back together. It was a deep internal collision that made your vision fracture into sparks of white light.

"Fuck!~... S-Spencer... hah-ah!... please," you cried out, your voice a jagged high pitched sound in the quiet room. You felt the way you were tightening on him, your body trying to swallow him whole to keep him locked inside where the world could never reach him. “It… it hurts!... Ah-hahh~... hurts s-so good… more… please.”

The sensation was devastating, it was a dual pressure of pleasure and a desperate aching need for safety.

Spencer let out a low guttural groan of approval, his hands sliding down to frame your face, his thumbs catching the fresh tears that tracked down your temples. He was completely unhinged by the tight slick heat of your cunt, every nerve ending in his body was screaming, drowning out the months of cold isolation with the overwhelming burning reality of your touch.

His blood was rushing, hot and heavy, a wild surge of possessive adrenaline spiking through him as he realized he wasn't dreaming anymore. He was finally back where he belonged.

"That’s it… my perfect girl… take all of me," he choked out, his voice cracking with the sheer force of a man who had starved for months. He drove deeper, his hips slamming home with a punishing heavy accuracy that made his breaths hitch. "I’ve survived hell for this... for you baby… only got you…”

"I love you... h-hah!~... I love you s-so much," you panted, your hips bucking up to meet his every drive, your body acting on a frantic primal instinct to be closer. "It’s so... ahh!~... so deep… s-so good..."

The intimacy was breathtaking in the best possible way. You were both exhausted, your skin slick with a cold frantic sweat from the nightmare that had turned warm and sweet with the effort of pleasing each other.

You could feel the exhaustion in the way his muscles twitched, in the way his breath came in short rhythmic bursts that hit your lips like a physical caress, yet there was a desperate hunger in his movements, a need to verify that you were still there, still loyal, still his.

"You're so greedy for me," he murmured, his voice thick with a mix of pride and protective hunger. "You like that baby yeah?"

"Yes... Spencer please... don't stop," you whined, your eyes rolling back as he hit that sensitive spot again and again, harder this time. "I wan-... hahh... I want to br the… the only thing you feel… I want to… stay like this."

"You are the only thing I feel baby," he rasped, his forehead resting against yours.

He stopped trying to fight his own restraint, the slow worshipful pace gave way to a demanding desperate rhythm as he locked his hands under your thighs, pinning your knees back toward your chest to expose you completely.

He began to drive into you with an unyielding relentless speed, his hips hammering against yours with a heavy wet friction.

You could feel the veins on his neck standing out and the hard tension in his jaw as he deliberately targeted your sweet spot with every single brutal thrust, overloading your senses until a white hot fire was building in your gut.

​Before you could even process the pace, Spencer reached down between your joined bodies, his thumb finding your swollen clit and grinding hard against it with a fast vibrating pressure.

The dual assault was devastating, every thrust sent a violent jolt of electricity straight to your brain, blurring your vision entirely.

"Babe... ah-ahhh!... Spencer… I'm... I'm cumming... it's too much," you gasped, your internal muscles pulsing around him in a frantic involuntary rhythm. You felt the way you were becoming a wire stretched to the point of snapping, your body aching with a pleasure that was almost indistinguishable from pain.

Feeling the way you were squeezing him and the way your breath had turned into a series of panicked needy whimpers, Spencer stopped for a heartbeat. He was trembling, his arms braced over you, his eyes searching yours with a look of such raw agonizing love that it made your breath catch.

Slowly, his trembling hand came up to your face. He used his thumb to gently push a few damp strands of hair away from your forehead, his eyes completely locked onto your blown out pupils.

"Good girl," he whispered, his voice cracking, thick with an overwhelming emotion as he pressed a tender lingering kiss right into the palm of your hand which was resting against his chest. "You're doing so good for me baby... so perfect.”

He leaned down, capturing your mouth in a deep incredibly thorough kiss. It was a total reclamation, his tongue searched yours hungrily that tasted of salt and the heat of your shared breaths.

You reached up, your fingers digging into the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him down, needing to swallow the very air he breathed as you arched your back, trying to fuse your soul to his in the dark, desperate for more of that suffocating contact.

"More… Spencer... please," you choked out against his lips, your voice thick with a needy jagged edge. "I need you... don't stop... ah-hah~... please don't stop."

"Fuck... you're so beautiful when you beg me like that," he growled against your mouth, his breath hitching as your internal walls squeezed him even tighter. He let out a low shaky laugh that was entirely undone by hunger, his forehead pressing hard against yours. "Look at how loyal you are to me... breaking apart and still asking for more, such a good perfect girl…”

He didn't just resume, he accelerated, completely unhinged by your cries. His hips slammed back down against yours with a heavy wet force that made the headboard thud rhythmically against the wall, a steady blunt sound that grounded you in the reality of his strength, his thumb returning to grind ruthlessly against your clit.

With every deep sliding thrust, he was hooking upward, intentionally overwhelming your g-spot with the crown of his cock.

The sensation was electric, a deep seated ache that radiated from your cunt to the tips of your toes. You could feel every ridge of him, the pulsing heat of the veins along his length acting like a roadmap of his own desire against your internal walls.

"T-this good baby yeah?" He hissed, his voice dropping into a low melodic whisper as he hovered just inches from your ear. "You like how I’m hitting that spot? You like how I’m making sure you can't think of anything else?"

"Yes... fuck~... yes Spencer!~..." You wailed, your head falling back as your hips bucked uncontrollably to meet him. "It’s so much... ahh!~... it’s too much... Spencer!"

"Answer me love," he commanded, his voice thickening with a desperate protective authority. He slowed down just enough to make you ache for the next strike, teasing you with shallow dragging slides. "Do you feel me? Do you feel how I am yours? Tell me."

"I... hah-ah~... I love it," you sobbed, reaching out to grab his shoulders, feeling the sweat slicked hard muscle beneath your palms. "I love being yours... ahhh!~... please baby... harder... I want you… hahh~... to make me… forget."

"That's my good girl," he praised, his voice thick with an intense devotion that made your inner walls clench. "You'd let me hold you like this forever as long as I stay wouldn't you?"

"Anything... h-hah~... I'd do anything!~..." You screamed, your fingers digging into his back, leaving red stinging marks that he seemed to relish.

He didn't give you a moment of peace, increasing the pace until it was a blurring friction heavy assault.

You were a mess of raw nerves, your body shaking with a tired desperation to please him as much as he was pleasing you. You could feel the exhaustion in his own movements again, the way his arms were trembling as he braced himself over you and the way his heart was slamming against his ribs with a violence that matched your own.

He was pushing himself to his physical limit, driven by a fierce need to consume your fears entirely.

"Look at you," he rasped, his eyes dilated and dark, tracking the way your chest heaved and the way your throat worked as you swallowed your own cries. "You're so vulnerable… so beautiful… you're entirely mine baby… does that make you feel safe? Knowing I’ve got my hands all over you after I'm back to you?"

"It... ah-ahh!... it… it makes me… feel safe," you cried out, a broken honest admission that made Spencer’s expression fracture into something terrifyingly tender. "I only… feel safe... hah!~... when you're… inside me…"

The intensity of your devotion and the way you were looking at him with such unfiltered love sent Spencer entirely over the edge. His control completely snapped. He reached down, his hand sliding between your slick joined bodies, his thumb finding your clit and grinding hard against it with a frantic vibrating pressure.

"Spencer... ahh!~... Spence… I can’t... hah-ah... I’m going to... I’m going to!... Fuck!" You wailed, your voice breaking into a high needy cry that filled the small space between your lips, your hips bucking in a desperate erratic rhythm, trying to catch every bit of the friction he was offering.

"Yeah baby... that’s it… good girl," he rasped, his voice dropping into a thick primal growl. He didn't slow down, if anything his thumb moved faster, a blurring heat that sent sparks of white light across your vision. "Just like that… just cum for me love… give me everything you’ve got left."

The tension snapped as you let out a long broken wail of "Spence!... Fuck!... Spencer!~" as your second climax hit with the force of a tidal wave.

You were pulsing violently around him, your internal muscles clamping down on him in frantic rhythmic waves that seemed to echo the frantic beating of your heart.

The feeling of you shattering and the way you were sobbing his name into the quiet room was the final trigger. Spencer let out a low guttural whimper, his body stiffening as he followed you to the edge. He drove into you one last time, buried as deep as he could go and stayed there as he came.

"Fuck… you're so perfect," he groaned against your skin, his voice sounding ruined and raw. "You're mine... fuck... you're so good for me baby… every bit of you... I'm never letting you go… you're my loyal beautiful love."

He was shaking, his muscles tight and straining as he poured himself into you, his weight a heavy grounding comfort that finally silenced the ghosts of your own mind.

He crashed his lips onto yours in a deep wet kiss, forcing you to taste the salt of your own tears and the heat of his surrender as he held you through the tremors.

You kissed him back with every single ounce of energy left in your trembling frame, your arms wrapped so tightly around his neck that your knuckles were white.

You felt raw, every nerve ending on the surface of your skin singing with a terrifyingly beautiful sensitivity, even the weight of his chest against yours felt like an intense electric pressure.

Spencer didn't pull away, instead he began to move with a slow agonizingly shallow rhythm just enough to keep the friction alive and prolong the waves of your orgasm, making the pleasure sustained by his deliberate possessive movements.

"Don't... hahh... don't ever… leave me," you whispered against his mouth, your breath hitching. "Stay... stay right here."

"I’m right here love," he promised, his voice a low vibration you could feel in your very soul. "I’m not going anywhere… we’re finally together baby.”

Spencer let out a long shuddering exhale, his chest collapsing heavily against yours before he finally shifted his weight. With a slow unsteady effort that made his muscles tremble he pulled out of you.

A broken whimper escaped your lips at the sudden loss of his fullness and Spencer immediately leaned down capturing your mouth in a series of deep reassuring kisses, soft wet collisions that tasted of salt and the frantic heat of your shared breaths.

He couldn't seem to stop kissing you, his lips moving to your jaw, your temple and down to the pulse point on your neck as if he needed to constantly taste you to believe he was here with you.

Breathless, he reached over to the nightstand, blindly grabbing a handful of tissues. He dropped back down between your thighs, his long fingers parting you with an intense quiet focus.

"Let me clean you up baby," he rasped, his voice still ruined and deep. He began to wipe you down with slow agonizingly gentle strokes, catching the slick mixture of your release and his own.

His hand was shaking slightly, his thumb occasionally brushing over your swollen hypersensitive clit, making your hips twitch instinctively against the mattress.

He was so meticulous, treating your body like something sacred that he had almost lost, tracking every swipe of the tissue with his dark unblinking eyes.

Once he finished, he tossed the tissues aside and hauled you straight into his arms. He pulled the heavy duvet up over both of you, tucking the fabric around your shoulders to shield you from the cool air of the room. He rolled onto his back and dragged you completely on top of him, tangling his long legs with yours, pinning you to his chest under the covers.

His skin was damp and cooling, his heart hammering a steady powerful rhythm against your ribs. It was a solid grounding reality.

As the silence of the room settled over you, the sheer weight of having him back completely crushed your chest making a tiny choked sob break from your throat.

Spencer stiffened instantly beneath you, his entire body going rigid as stone.

"Hey! hey baby, what is it?" He panicked, his hands immediately flying to your face. He cupped your cheeks, forcing your head up so he could search your eyes in the dim light, his expression fracturing into pure terror. "Did I hurt you? Sweetheart, look at me, did I go too rough? Tell me where it hurts, I’m sorry, I-"

"No, no," you cried softly, the tears finally spilling over your eyelashes and wetting his fingers. You buried your face into the crook of his neck, your fingers clutching desperately at his shoulders. "You didn't hurt me... I swear you didn't."

"Then why are you crying baby?" He murmured, his voice cracking with a raw agonizing worry as he smoothed your damp hair back from your forehead, his own chest heaving. "Talk to me please."

"I just... I missed you so much," you sobbed out, the words tearing from your chest as you held onto him with a white knuckled grip. "Those long days… while you were away, I thought I was going crazy… I'm just so glad you're real, I'm so glad you're finally home."

Spencer let out a jagged broken breath, a sound of pure relief and fierce protective sorrow. He wrapped his arms around you, squeezing you so hard against his chest that it almost stole the air from your lungs, burying his face in your wet hair.

"Baby you scared the hell out of me," he choked out, his voice thick with a mix of pride and desperate hunger as he rocked you tightly under the covers. "I'm here... I'm right here, I’m never leaving you alone again… and I'm never letting you out of my sight. Just cry baby, I've got you, I'm staying forever."

He continued to stroke your hair, his large warm palms moving in soothing rhythmic circles down your back. He pressed deep lingering kisses into your crown, holding you in the quiet warm cocoon of the duvet until your gentle tears finally slowed into quiet sleepy sighs.