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

Chapter 28: Pretty Boy

"Even if my heart stops beating

You're the only thing I need with me

Even if the Earth starts shaking

You're the only thing worth taking with me

Even if the sky's on fire

Got you here, it's alright with me"

-Pretty Boy, the Neighbourhood

Anna

The smoke from the bundle of herbs filled the room as Spencer opened the windows of his living room. I had gone around the house placing small pieces of rose quartz and selenite atop door frames, and now I waved the wand of dried mugwort and yarrow around, watching it plume in the air. I had lit white and pink tea lights anointed with lavender oil and rose petals upon the coffee table.

I felt his eyes watch my every move, like I was the most fascinating creature he had ever laid eyes on. Like I was a Celtic Druid dancing under a full moon, long white robes flowing in the midnight air.

When in reality I was just wearing panties and his button up, damp hair in a clip on the top of my head instead of gilded ritual robes.

"I'm glad you're letting me cleanse your space," I said, wafting smoke into the corners of the living room. I drew pentacles in the air, envisioning pure white light.

"Anything for my girl," he said with a sweet smile as he looped his arms around my waist, pulling my back into his form. He buried his face into the side of my neck, lips tantalizing.

"You're distracting me," I said.

"Sorry, I just can't help myself when you look so beautiful," he said rather bashfully, pulling back.

I rolled my eyes at him before focusing again on the smoke. "Let good energy flow, may only light remain; all negativity cleared, so mote it be," I spoke, watching smoke curl upward.

I did the same to his bedroom, Spencer lingering close beside me, arms brushing. I placed the bundle of herbs in a seashell from back home and set it to smolder on his bedside table. I had made an elixir in spray bottle while I was at the shop earlier filled with salt water and drops of lavender, jasmine, rose and rosemary essential oils. I sprayed it over the mattress, then in my mind I repeated a spell; "in this bed, I show my love. In this bed, I share my body. In this bed, I give my heart. In this bed, we are as one. Here, my happiness lies as I give and live in total joy. Blessed be to me and thee." It was a spell that I had found in one of my favorite books, the Practical Witch's Spell Book by Cerridwen Greenleaf. I had changed the oils and method of cleansing but kept the incantation the same. I wish I'd had the courage to speak how much I loved him, but there was power and innocence in my cowardice.

"You know what the next step of that spell is?" I turned to Spencer.

"What is it, sweetheart?" He tucked a lock of my hair behind my ear.

"To roll around on your bed together," I wrapped my arms around his neck, trying to look arms seductive as I could.

It only took moments for him to pin me down on the mattress. "That's easy enough," he chuckled against my lips, hands gripping my sides. "God, you look so pretty when you're beneath me," he said as he yanked my panties down. I let out a gasp as cool air touched my skin.

"Oh, Spencer," I whimpered when he reached between my legs. I was ablaze for him; a shooting star streaking across midnight skies. My fingernails dug into his shoulder blades as he shrugged out of his boxers.