Surviving Spirit

Chapter 2

Y/N POV

I woke up, feeling a little too warm. I look over and realize Spencer had curled around me like an ivy vine in the middle of the night. I didn't want to disturb him, but I really needed to get up and get ready, seeing as it was almost 10am.

I tried to gently unwrap Spencer from me, but he started to stir. He cracked his eyes open and gave me an adorable morning smile.

"Good morning, baby. How'd you sleep?" He asked.

"I slept fine. And you?"

"I slept alright..." He hesitated.

"I may not be a profiler, but I can tell that you're lying, Spence. Did you have another nightmare?" I gently prodded.

He mumbled "yeah" so quietly I almost didn't hear him. "Do you want to tell me what it was about?... I mean you don't have to, but maybe I can do something to help...?" I asked.

"I...It was bad. It seemed so normal at first: you and I were walking along in front of our favorite restaurant, holding hands, wrapped up in each other, then we stopped for a second, I don't know why, but then... then there was this loud bang, and I looked over at you and you were bleeding from your abdomen and... and I couldn't stop it! I couldn't stop it and you stopped answering me... You wouldn't wake up. I begged and pleaded with you, I shook you, but you wouldn't wake up..."

By this point, Spencer was crying and shaking hard. I gently placed my hands on either side of his face and wiped his tears away. "Spence...Spencer, look at me..."

He looked up with his slightly puffy eyes like a lost little boy. It broke my heart to see him so vulnerable.

"Spencer: I'm right here and I'm okay. Nothing happened to me! I am perfectly okay..." I stated, kissing his lips ever so softly. When I started to pull away, he pulled me back to him, kissing me hard and full of passion. He rolled us over so he was on top of me.

He took off the t-shirt I had been wearing, which was actually his, and threw it onto the chair in the corner of our room. He leaned back down and started kissing and sucking a trail down my neck, along my collarbone, and back up again, biting my earlobe. I let out a quiet a moan, which spurred him on and he kissed his way down the valley between my breasts. I smiled in pure pleasure and my eyes flickered open and saw Spencer smiling down at me, then he leaned down and kissed me again.

I reached my hands up and tangled them in his messy brown locks, tugging gently at the ends. Spencer slowly slid his hands up my sides from my hips and reached around behind me and gently unhooked my bra. I let go of Spencer's hair long enough to remove the bra from my arms and throw it somewhere in the room.

Spencer sat back a minute and look down at me, as if admiring me like I was some sort of mythical creature. I reached up and began unbuttoning his pajama shirt, gently pushing it off his shoulders, kissing each shoulder several times before running my hands down his abdomen before running my fingers along the inside of the waistband of Spencer's pajama pants. He got the hint and stood up, sliding off his pajama pants and boxers, revealing his impressive, and hard, length.

He then crawled halfway up the bed towards me, running his hands up my thighs before reaching his fingers up and pulling my panties gently down my legs then dropping them onto the floor. He then reached into the nightstand drawer and grabbed a condom, ripped open the foil packet, and slid it over himself.

I pulled my knees up to my abdomen and then spread them apart and Spencer settled himself in between my thighs, positioning himself at my entrance. He slid the first few inches of himself into me, both of us moaning loudly. I opened my eyes to see Spencer's eyes shut and mouth wide open, as if stuck in a permanent moan.