------@medicbled gifted, " she wakes with a spark and it’s warped into something entirely more menacing under the painted night sky. the haze of a snowy midnight but they’re more than warm and she’s less willing to enjoy it alone ( even if he looks so peaceful sleeping ). the first is a soft kiss to his jaw, skin to his beneath the layers of blankets. “ wake up, mi amor.” a raspy purr against him, gloria shifting at a languid pace to climb on top of spencer. her hands thread through hair, as if she’s soothing him awake; distracting him from every little hungry intent. Lips to his chin, carving a path down the column of his throat—she licks her way back up to his mouth, hips giving a gentle roll. “wake up, your wife needs you.” "
------WIFE. IT WAS a word that felt quite foreign on his tongue, but one that tasted delicious nonetheless. their eloping was met with pleased, soft excitement from the rest of the team and their honeymoon had been granted with immediate approval. finland, time spent exploring the history and sharing it in turn with the woman he was blessed to be in union with. for the rest of his life. doctor spencer reid had a wife ---and it was a woman he'd been in love with for years, no less.
they'd fallen asleep beneath the stars, covered in blankets, with their clothing tossed askew in the privacy of the finnish woods ... a clearing, more precisely. she'd coaxed him into nature, to step out of his comfort zone and into places he had only dreamed of exploring before. beneath the northern lights, the spray of stars above, he dozed. their cabin wasn't far from their setup, the promise of a cheery warm fireplace replaced with the pit beside them, throwing off enough heat to balance out the soft nest of snow buried beneath layers of thick blankets.
it was not the first time he stirred from rest by the nuzzling plea of attention from gloria. the press of her pillowed lips to his jaw had a soft hum pulling from his throat, the rasp of her voice luring him from the land of lucidity. spencer shifted beneath the blankets, unknowingly accommodating as she shifted to perch herself astride. not unlike a cat he leaned into the pat of her fingers, trifling through curled and whimsical strands of thick dirty blond near-curls, and he hummed once more (more clearly) at the touch. hazel eyes slit themselves open, caught gaze of the way the stars, the firelight highlighted her form. she was absolutely gorgeous, ethereal and not unlike a mythological goddess as she lapped a line along the column of his neck. it was the roll of her hips that had his lips parting, haughty exhale turning into the softest of whines, lost against the crack of the fire beside them.
his wife. never in his life did he dream he'd marry, though he'd wanted that life so badly for himself. somehow he'd convinced her to love him. convinced her to wed him. the thought had him training palms, splayed fingers, along the expanse of her thighs. they stopped at the curve of her hip, squeezed in a manner that might be considered possessive if spencer reid were capable of being that sort of man. " my wife ... " sleep rasped at his tone, the lazy smile curling the corners of his lips upward. he lifted his head in slight to capture her lips with his, a kiss as hungry and affectionate as he could manage. " she can have anything she wants. "
