You'll Never Be Whole Until You Lose Control- Spencer Reid

17.) 505

"In my imagination, you're waiting lying' on your side

With your hands between your thighs

Stop and wait a sec

When you look at me like that, my darlin', what did you expect?

I'd probably still adore you with your hands around my neck

Or I did last time I checked"-505, arctic monkeys

Anna

"Waiting for the very special agent to text you back?" Becca said as I stumbled into the kitchen the next morning, staring at my phone.

"I think he prefers to go by doctor," I said as I made coffee and took my morning meds, putting my phone on the counter.

"Well, I have a date tonight," she said, excited as she ran her fingers through messy auburn hair.

"With who?"

"You know that girl who comes into the shop all the time with the split dye hair and the perfect eyeliner?"

"Oh, yeah, you finally made a move?"

"Yes I did," she said. "Look at us thriving. All that work is really paying off."

"Don't jinx us," I said, cynical as ever.

"The only thing that shocks me is that you're with a fed," she laughed.

But even I couldn't bring Becca down from her cloud as we walked to the store. It had been three days since Spencer left to work on a case in Tennessee, and he had texted me that he was flying home this afternoon. I had spent a good portion of last night in a bathtub filled with lavender and rose Epsom salts, shaving and doing an in depth skin care routine to make myself feel as positive about my self image as I possibly could.

It had been a relatively busy day for us; nearing October always brought people out to metaphysical shops. We dealt with our fair share of non-believers who wanted a laugh, but we also had loyal customers who came back weekly to see what new things we got in. The store was empty now, and I was cleaning up after creating a custom spell, and I didn't even need the bell on the door to chime to know who had walked in.

I felt Spencer's eyes on me before he had entered, staring at me through the window store front. I turned quickly to him, heart hammering away in my chest so loud I could almost believe that he could hear it from across the store. I ran to him; moth to a bright, burning flame and his arms folded around me tightly, long fingers splaying out at my back. He held me like I was everything in the world to him, as if he needed me in his grasp to live.

"Hello, pretty girl," he whispered into my hair as I melted in his embrace.

"Spencer," I nuzzled into the safe haven of his chest, fingers gnarling in his suit coat. His lips kissed the crown of my head, down my forehead and finally, earth shatteringly, found mine.

He was home.

"I missed you," he whispered against my mouth, hands reaching up to cradle my face.

"I missed you, too," I whispered between scorching kisses.

He pulled back to look at me, the sweetest smile on his face as he licked his lips. "I've imagined seeing you for the whole 81 hours, 45 minutes and 15 seconds away from you. Maybe you're the one who's ruined me."

"Do you want to come back to my place? Becca's on a date tonight and probably won't be home till late."

His eyes glittered deviously, sparking a fire inside of him.