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

Chapter 39: the Louvre

"A rush at the beginning

I get caught up, just for a minute

But lover, you're the one to blame

All that you're doing

Can you hear the violence?"- the Louvre, Lorde

Summary: Spencer watches Anna do a full moon ritual

Aftercare, rather sweet sex, light degradation, sex magick, spit kink (kind of?), mention of a religious cult

Spencer

"Daddy's here, sweetheart," I whispered as Anna curled into my arms. She looked so small and vulnerable; her body still quivering from her orgasm. She nearly glowed like a firefly, face adorably flush. I tucked us beneath the covers, rubbing her lower back soothingly. I trailed my fingers over her belly and let them splay out against her side, holding her close.

She sighed so happily, fingers curled into my skin. I could feel her nails dig into me, but I didn't care. In fact, I thrived on it. She needed me. Big, hooded eyes gazed at me through thick lashes. "I love you, daddy."

"Oh, sweetheart, I love you too,," I chuckled. "I'm so proud of you. You took your punishment so well." She nuzzled closer to me, her cheek resting on my heart. "Do you feel alright?"

"I feel great, you always make me feel great," she giggled. I knew she was riding the high of the orgasm, I just feared she would crash as she came back down to reality.

I would always be there to catch her.

I couldn't help but worry that I had gone too far.

"Why don't I rub some aloe on you and get you changed into your pajamas, then we can order something for dinner," I said.

"You don't have to, I'll be fine-"

"No, I will, because you're my responsibility. You're my baby." I punctuated the sentence with a kiss on her forehead. "I want to take care of you. It's all I've ever wanted."

She tilted her head up on my shoulder to kiss me. "I really like that you take care of me. You make me feel loved for the first time in my life. I feel so safe in your arms, daddy."

I smiled at her, "you deserve all of the love in the world, my beautiful girl."

Anna

"That tickles!" I giggled as Spencer rubbed the cool aloe on my bottom and thighs. It calmed the inflamed skin instantly. He was so soothing and soft with his strokes.

"Stay still, little one," he chuckled, as if it amused him. "There, That should be better."

He worried too much, but I basked in the love we shared. It was such a safe place; a suspended bubble of reality where nothing could hurt us. It was pure, unadulterated adoration that seeped from every pore of our bodies for each other. Not even the cruelness of our pasts or the uncertainty of the future could taint it.

"I'm so lucky to have you," he said as we curled up into each other on the couch after dinner.

"Luck doesn't have anything to do with it, it's fate," I said, beaming up at him.

I could almost see his heart swell in his chest. I swear I saw hope glimmering in those smoldering eyes for what I knew to be the first time in years. I was hoping he was beginning to believe it; believe in me.

Spencer

Anna sat at my coffee table burning bay leaves with intentions written on them. She had asked me if I wanted to write any, to which I responded that there was nothing else I could possibly want when I already had her. Plus, I rather enjoyed being a spectator to her. White and black candles anointed in lavender oil and rosemary were lit, flickering their illuminating light upon her pale skin. Small tumbled stones of labradorite and rainbow moonstone were spread out on the table in the shape of a pentacle. I could almost see the power rushing through her skin. We drank tea of lavender, jasmine and rose, sweetened with honey and lemon.