Spencer Reid Imagines/Fics

Bittersweet Reunion *SMUT*

SUMMARY: "It's when Spencer gets out of prison. Basically, it had been months and you both missed each other and you felt so bad about how beaten he had gotten so you go out of your way to take care of him."

WORD COUNT: 2k

WARNINGS: Smut

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Defeat. Drained. Utterly exhausted. All of those painted on Spencer's face as he's discharged from prison. His wrongful imprisonment has clearly taken a toll on him, and I couldn't feel more guilty. Mexico has clearly not treated him very well.

Seeing him for the first time in god knows how many months felt surreal. Spencer never allowed me to visit him whilst he was imprisoned, in fear of hurting me even more then he thinks he had already done so. In some ways I felt hurt thinking he didn't want to see me all those months, but I now understand that he was just trying to protect me. However, seeing him now, in his defeated state, it's now my job to protect him. Care for him, love him. I'd do anything to make sure he's safe.

As soon as his glassy eyes meet mine, I can feel sobs rake my body whilst my legs move as fast as they can in the direction of Spencer. His arms are already out by the time I reach him, jumping into his shaky arms and feeling his familiar warm touch. Something I hadn't felt in what seemed like forever. I can feel his heart beating just as fast as mine, if not faster. I run my fingers through his unruly hair, that's one of his favourite feelings. Neither of us had uttered a word, not just yet. We're both silent, content in the stillness we both emitted in an otherwise chaotic and overwhelming environment. When I hear quiet sniffles drawn from Spencer, I decide to break the silence.

"I missed you so much." I muttered into his warm chest, never wanting to let go.

"I missed you too, so much." Spencer replies, pulling me into his chest tighter, which seems impossible as we're already as close to one another as we possibly could. Both of our bodies pressed firmly against the other, the heat increasing.

Once I pull away, I look up to see Spencer's face plastered with a smile, which automatically makes my smile grow bigger and bigger. Spencer suddenly grabs my face in his hands and places his lips on mine in a sweet and gentle kiss, reminding me that we are still in the presence of prison officers. I pull away only for him to pepper my cheeks with kisses, making me giggle and pull away slightly. I nod my head in the direction of the car, signalling to Spencer that we should leave. Gripping my left hand tightly, Spencer laces our fingers together as we make our way to the parking lot.

The entire journey home Spencer's hand gripped my thigh firmly, not wanting to physically be apart ever again. During the car ride, Spencer tells me how prison was, the good parts, if you could even call it that, and the not so good parts. My heart hurt hearing Spencer as he details the fights he got into, the treatment he received from prison officers and how alone he felt.

Once we arrive home and walk into the front door, I turn around and see Spencer standing there, taking everything in. The all too familiar house, the smells... everything. Watching him look around makes me feel so content and safe. My baby is finally home.

"Good to be home, huh?" I rhetorically ask, my eyes feeling like they may tear up again. Spencer chuckles, his mouth quivering slightly, obviously just as emotional as I am.

"You could say that." Spencer answers, closing the door behind him and making a beeline straight towards me. His arms enclose around my body once again, although this time we don't have numerous prison officers observing our reunion. I let out a big sigh, finally feeling like things are starting to get better. I can tell Spencer feels the same, his head resting on top of mine, not once loosening his grip.