His Dominant, Her Submissive

10.

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Waking up, Kiara could feel Spencer's head nested underneath her chest. He still must've been asleep, and she knew better than to awaken him. Instead, she kept still and placed a hand on the back of his head, hoping it wouldn't startle him. Hearing as he stirred in his sleep anyway, she tried her best not to wake him.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, which she assumed was to her.

"It's okay, Spencer, I'm not mad at you." She cooed, but it seemed that wasn't enough.

"Please, I'm sorry, I don't want it," he whispered in a pleading tone, which now caught her attention. 

"Spencer, wake up," she didn't know what it was, and maybe it was a bad dream, or maybe it was something else. Either way, this hadn't happened to him while she was with her, not until last night, which meant something about it must've gotten to him.

"Please, Tobias, I don't want it," that was new. Whoever Tobias was, they must've done something to him, and part of her didn't want to find out. 

"Wake up, baby," she pried him off her, which caused him to wake up. Seeing as tears streaked his face, she looked at him with concern. "You had a nightmare, or a flashback, I can't tell." Using her thumb to wipe his tears, she could see him sit up. "I don't want to pry in case it's the latter, but who is Tobias?" 

"Was that the name I said?" Something about the name Tobias wasn't good with him, so she didn't want to explore it.

"Yeah, it was. I won't ask, and hopefully when you're ready, you'll tell me. I'm gonna go draw a bath for you, and it'll be in the jacuzzi tub." Moving away from the bed, she walked to the bathroom and started the water. From there, she put in the bubble solution.

Walking back to the bedroom, she held her hand out, which Spencer took. "Are you in pain?" She could tell something was off, which Spencer didn't understand how. 

"I'm sore, and my waist hurts, but other than that, I'm okay," he answered before following her to the bathroom. As he stepped inside the tub, he didn't sit down yet, which caught her attention. "Can you get in with me? I don't want to be alone right now," he admitted in a voice that told her he must've been going through subdrop.

"Of course," she answered before stepping into the jacuzzi tub with him. Sitting down first, she watched as Spencer sat down between her legs. With his head resting on her chest, he relaxed again. Putting a hand on his head, she stroked his hair. "Do you want any painkillers?" 

"No, thanks. I don't want any narcotics," he answered quickly, which also caught her attention. "About the whole Tobias thing-," Reid had definite unsureness in his voice. "If I told you, I don't want you to judge me." He finally said something about why he hadn't said anything about it, and understandably so.

"What makes you think I would judge you? I wouldn't dare," she assured, and though he should've found the words comforting, part of his brain didn't believe her, no matter how much he tried. "Spencer, whatever it is, like I said before, you can tell me if or when you're ready." 

"Seven years ago, I was kidnapped by a man with dissociative identity disorder: Tobias Hankel. He pumped me full of dialudidand made be start digging my own grave. I thought I moved on from it, but I guess not." Spencer sounded almost ashamed, to which she thought for a moment. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner," he apologized again.

"I'm not mad, baby. I told you I would never judge you, and I mean it. What made you think I would judge you?" She asked in the same soft voice, which he cocked his head back until he saw her.