Spencer Reid x OC.

Differences.

Some nights I burn in the fire of my own thoughts. - Anonymous.

Aurora's Pov.

My eyes felt like they were old as I wasn't able to open them. I couldn't move my hand to wipe them. I was awake but not awake. The musk of Spencer filled my nose though, and I smelt it off the sheets and not the body at my side. Finally, I could move my arm and I moved it to cover his body. It was wrong. He wasn't right. Spencer was always sleeping topless and he was always a little too warm but I secretly loved it. His body was a small one. None of that could describe the body in my arms. I managed to open my eye and then the other but they were too heavy. They closed again.

He was definitely a man. He had some sort of stubble and Spencer was always shaving his off. Despite my protests to try a beard. My forehead could feel it against me as he was flat against me but quickly he turned to face away. He was clammy and cold, he was wearing a top but I could feel it still. That made me feel gross. He was a little larger to me. His hair was long and straggly against the skin on my face. I began to breathe in all sorts of ways but I knew I couldn't let the man know I was aware of him being there. I felt panic build.

I slowly pulled my arm back off of him but I was acting like I was asleep. I curled into a small ball and tried to think but my mind was busy. My body felt an arm move around me and I tensed. His body was against mine and met me in places that Spencer was well known by me to fill. His body just fit with me. Not knowing how I was going to get out of the situation, I hoped to still be in the new home that Spencer lived in as I began to just scream and shout.

I felt my body be moved onto my back and I heard a reference to blue murder as the thick fog cleared from my mind. I felt the warm hands of Spencer and opened my eyes to see him. He had the duvet over his body still but he had his arms stretched out to keep his body over mine. I smiled as tears began to then form. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him close so that he was on me in the bed. He moved us so that I was laid on his chest as I gently sobbed. His fingers ran through my hair until the door knocked and I stood telling him I should be the one to let the neighbours know.

The room was dim but I flicked a switch and opened the door. Worried couples stood on the other side of the door and I looked at the four with teary eyes and looking rough. I was sure to look bad.

"Sorry. I had a bad dream. I won't let it wake you all again. Sorry." They all seemed to be a little more relaxed and accepted it with a few comments on hoping I was okay. They did seem like nice people. I closed the door and Spencer wrapped his arms all around me as I flicked a switch and we got into bed again.

I curled up on Spencer's chest and I felt his fingers play with my hair and his other one wrapped around me tightly. No questions left his lips but the silence scared me even more as I knew something was going to be said when I would wake up. Slowly my eyes fell heavy until I fell asleep.

When I woke up again Spencer had carried me to the sofa. I inched my eyes open and saw hands rake through his hair as he was a little bent over the paper. My body didn't move as I just watched him work. He looked worried and like his life was in danger but that was a normal face for Spencer to make. He wrote on a piece of paper at his side and then the pen was lifted to behind his ear. I knew he was in deep thought when he didn't see me stand. I moved behind him and let the pen fall between my fingers. His hand moved to take the pen but he couldn't get a hold on it and so he moved his hands all the way around him.

My hands moved around him in a hug and in a moment he was in the room again. I handed the pen to him and he smiled up at me as he began to work again.