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

Chapter 26: Compass

"I've got something to confess
I keep you in my pocket to use
You're my only compass
I might get lost without you
(Could you tell me where to go?)You're always there to help me when I'm down
I'm lucky you've been keeping me around
You're the star I look for every night
When it's dark, you'll stick right by my side" Compass, The Neighbourhood

Anna

Spencer looped a purple scarf around my neck, then used the ends to pull me into his form. It smelled of his cologne; hints of cinnamon and coffee. "What's this for?" I asked as his lips pressed against my forehead.

"Well, it's cold and rainy out and I want to make sure you're warm enough," he started, and then said with flushing cheeks, "and I might have gotten carried away on your neck last night."

"Oh, how verydare you," I smiled at him, smoothing the scarf on my chest. "I like when you mark me up."

He placed two fingers under my chin to tilt my head up. "Such a filthylittle girl."

"Only for you, daddy."

He rubbed his thumb over my lips, contemplating and his devious eyes boring into my own. I swear, the man could read my soul and inner workings of my mind just with a quick glance. He cradled my face before crushing his lips to mine, like tidal waves crashing on the ocean.

"You're going to make me late for my class."

"Well, then you'll have to punish me for it, Professor Reid."

His eyes smoldered. I loved knowing I created that reaction; his pupils dilating as he stared at me. "Absolutely filthy," he shook his head at me. "But I wouldn't have you any other way."

*

I was beaming with pride when Spencer called me, gushing excitably about how is lecture went.

And I was even happier when he came into the shop shortly after. I put down the herbs I was filling and even with the few customers milling around and threw myself into his arms. He was caught off guard, and stumbled but steadied himself as our lips came together, his hands cradling my face.

"Hi," I whispered against his mouth.

"Hello, sweetheart," he chuckled.

"I'm proud of you," I whispered, pulling back to look at him. I drew my thumb against the side of his face, pushing unruly locks to the side. "Do you want to see the new crystals I unpacked today?"

"Absolutely," he smiled.

Later was a perfect evening; sun shining pink and orange out of parting storm clouds as we walked from the metro to his apartment. It felt like nature reflected our emotions; that storms wouldn't always rule our world, and that the sun would come out once again with his shining, golden rays.

But it wouldn't be so simple. Of course it wouldn't be.

It wasn't my first time getting cat called. Living in the city, it had become an unfortunate occurrence. As we passed a construction sight, it felt as though the storm clouds had gathered again and metaphorical thunder clapped above.

It was all so sudden yet in slow motion. Spencer was wild as he seethed beside me, nostrils flaring. His body was rigid and I could feel the anger come off of him in tsunami waves. "She's not interested," he growled.

"I asked the little lady, not you," the man sneered, inching closer.

In a matter of moments, Spencer and was pushing the man up against a brick wall, hands on his throat. "You don't speak to her that way," his eyes were blazing. He looked ferocious; feral, like an animal protecting their mate. It was almost terrifying to witness; every hair on my neck stood up straight. the man went nearly slack in Spencer's iron grasp, eyes bulging with fear.