ADAPTATION {Spencer Reid x Reader} ||✔️

The Festival

Content Warnings: adults with age gap (10 years), talks of guns, use of drugs by both reader and Spencer, drinking, partying. (if I missed anything please let me know)

A nap and a shower later, I was ready.

I managed to convince Spencer to let me run to the shops. His face was everywhere, but mine wasn't. And with everything being paid in cash, there were little bread crumbs to be left. I'd watched enough crime dramas to evade the law. Or, well, evade as much as one can.

"I'm ready, Spence," I muttered as I adjusted my outfit and made my way from the bathroom. I decided to go slightly comfortable, the heat of the California desert playing a role in my choices.

I rounded the corner, stopping in my tracks as I looked at Spencer. Sure, I'd picked the clothes. But seeing them on him was a different story. A pair of slightly skinny blue jeans, which fit his lanky frame perfectly, and a muscle band tee. He looked hot, to say the least. I had chosen simple, jean shorts and a pretty baby blue top that could easily pass for a bra. I liked it. It showed a lot of skin and I watched as Spencer's eyes raked down my body.

He stood, making his way to where I was frozen, a plaid shirt wrapped around his waist. His hand cupped my cheek, the other playing with the little pigtails I'd made my hair into.

"Looks like I'll be kicking some ass today with the way you're dressed," he smirked before kissing me. The kiss soft and needy.

I laughed, "yeah? We'll be in the same boat with you looking as hot as you do." I played with the fabric of his shirt, watching him smile.

"Mmm. Except, the only girl I'll be leaving with or into is you." My heart fluttered, mouth dropping open. I'm not sure why the statement surprised me as much as it did. I knew we were stuck together. That there was no way out. I guess it was the sentiment. The idea that he wanted only me.

He turned my face back to him, dipping to kiss me slowly. His arms pulled me closer, his tongue making its way inside my mouth, exploring its familiar territory. I sighed in contentment, my fingers tugging on the curls at the back of his neck. I craved more. But the sun was setting, and we needed to go.

Spencer pulled away first, his thumb rubbing my cheek, "do you still have the gun I gave you?"

I nodded slowly.

"Get it." I reached into my purse, pulling it out and carefully handing it to him. "Do you remember what I told you about it?"

I thought back, nodding. 'I'll never make you use it unless absolutely necessary. Do you hear me? I'm going to take care of you. But if for some reason I cant, you need to use it. Got it?'

"Remind me, pet."

I sighed, "that you'll never make me use it. That if you ever cant take care of me. I'll need it."

"Good girl." He handed it back to me and I, once again, took it with shaking hands, "put it in the holster I got you. Clip it around your thigh."

I stared at him for a moment. Sure, I carried it with me since the day we left. But we were going to do something fun. I was confused why I needed it. But if I've learned anything, it would be to not ask questions. So, I didn't.

....

I'm not sure how we managed to sneak in. But once the bumping of the music hit my ears, I didn't really care. It'd been a while since I'd been to a concert, and I'd missed the feeling of the bass in my chest. My heart thumping along.

Spencer and I walked hand and hand around the desert, weaving in and out of the crowds as we went. Spencer kept his head down but I was sure he wouldn't be noticed. I'd cut his hair, shaving it down underneath. But it didn't stop the hordes of woman from staring at him. But I don't think he noticed, instead his eyes were trained on me.

"Are you having fun?" He'd asked after we'd eaten and danced. I nodded, sipping my beer as I swayed slightly to the music.

"Anytime I'm with you, I have fun." He smiled, a small laugh leaving his lips as he pulled me in. We kissed. Our lips molding together. He tasted like beer and Spencer, a combination I was slowly falling in love with.

Love. Was I allowed to feel like that? Was I allowed to love him? I didn't think so. Mostly because I wasn't entirely sure if he was capable of love. I knew most killers weren't. But I also knew Spencer wasn't always a killer. He was pushed here. And while I didn't know much about what pushed him here, his explanation sounding like bullshit, I knew this wasn't something he necessarily wanted. It was almost like he was forced here. Conditioned to feel there was no other way. I think he was looking for control. And when he couldn't find it in his job, or with another, he found it in the blood of others.

I pulled back as the tune of one of my favorite songs rang out and vibrated my feet. My eyes lighting up as I gripped his hand, pulling him back into the thick of the crowd. He followed with ease, pushing through the groups of drunk people until we found a good place. My voice shouting the lyrics as his hands found my hips, pulling my backside into him. He fell into synch with me, my ass grinding against him while his hands held a strong grip to my waist.

I closed my eyes, letting the song take over my nerves. Just being in the moment with Spencer, my back against his chest. We were in perfect synch with each other. Our minds connected in a way I'd never felt before. He knew my next move before I did. It was as if I was whispering my thoughts into his ear. Maybe it was the alcohol. Or maybe the music. But I felt like I belonged right there. I wished I could freeze time.

He spun me around by my hips, our chests pressed impossibly close together. His hand cupping my cheek and pulling me into a sloppy kiss. Our tongues dancing the same as our bodies. I felt euphoric.

But the moment ended with a tap on my shoulder, a slender girl and her boyfriend staring back at us. She smiled, sweetness dripping and she hadn't spoken yet.

"Can we take a picture of you two?" She asked, her boyfriend holding up a camera. I looked towards Spencer.

He smiled at her, "I'd rather not. But thank you!"

She shook her head, "not a problem! You guys just seemed so carefree. Beautiful." Her eyes were large, the color of her eyes being swallowed and I wondered what she was on. I knew it wasn't lust. But I didn't wonder long when she pulled out a little white bag filled with powder. "Want to be a little more carefree?"

Again, I turned to Spencer who asked, "cocaine?" She nodded. "One of the most famous cocaine users was Sigmund Freud. It was even used in coca-cola until the effects of it were found to not do well. I've never tried it."

"Do you wanna?" The girl asked.

I was surprised when he nodded. I watched her make two lines, a credit card being used to make them straight. And then she handed him a rolled-up dollar bill which he took without hesitation. And then he cleared the line with ease, wiping his nose before handing it to me.

"You'll like it. Just trust me, baby." He said. I took it with shaky hands, listening to his instructions before also clearing the line. Coughing at the intrusion in my nostrils. I felt it drip down the back of my throat, gagging slightly at the horrible taste.

"We'll see you around," she smirked with a wave. "And have fun, lovers."

I felt warm, happy. Happier than I had moments before. I felt an incredible sense of euphoria, my brain growing foggy.

I giggled, "she called us lovers." I cleared my throat as another drip fell, sipping my beer to remove the taste.

"Well we are, aren't we?" he asked as we fell back into synch with one another.