His hands trailed down your fired skin around your bonded wrists admiring his work. "You look so beautiful like this honey" Spencer admired you in the sitting position. "I'm going to destroy you". Forcefully your body was pushed against the sage green duvet that fluffed up around your body. You rubbed your legs together to relieve the desperation.
"Stop being a needy whore" your legs were pried apart to a borderline painful position nearly causing your hips to cramp. A gasp came out your mouth while his hands ran up the dip in your hips. "That's three"
"Three what?" you breathed out trying to contain yourself from your own forsaken core . This is what you wanted and damn did it feel good to hear his words ping in your ears. "I'm going to edge you three times for disobeying me"
You groaned loudly pulling your head into the soft pillow allowing you to suffocate you slowly, until a slap came across your face. "Is there a problem Y/n?" the burning sensation mixed with pain and pleasure racing from your cheek down to your toes.
"N-no sir" you cried. All you wanted to do was push his buttons but that shall be saved for another day, you couldn't wait much longer to feel him. Chuckles rolled of his tongue while he walked over to the bedside table to grabbed an object. You turned your head to see but his eyes met your, giving you most serious death stare. Immediately you turned your head to focus on the olive green walls.
Small paintings you've seen before covered his walls. Once he was done looking for whatever he went to the foot of the bed, kneeling down to see your opening at eye level before pushing an object in. Your guess a vibrator.
Sharp and powerful shocked your body making you moan and yelp suddenly.
Just as things were getting good: three bangs came from your door echoing through your apartment. "FUCKING BITCH MOTHER FUCKER!" you screamed in annoyance.
Even since two days ago the same wet dream keeps appearing just proving your lack of fulfillment. Spencer wasn't bad at sex. No not at all he just doesn't want to hurt you. He has done what you want once but you haven't been able to convince him after that night.
Along with waiting for these new identities' that you didn't need, only Vanessa; its much more frustrating Spence would rearrange your organs. More frustrating than not shifting when you were in high school. Your legs felt numb as they hit the cold, wood floor.
Slowly you dragged your body to the door, unlocking all three locks. Once you actually opened the door there was a brown paper envelope on the floor. You knew what it was so you grabbed it quickly and shut the door.
Suddenly you felt all top secret like a spy. This wasn't something to be excited about it and the adrenaline rush it gave you. You would call Vanessa if that stupid bitch got a new phone but of course she didn't. Inside had two passports along with birth certificates and medical records for Vanessa or whatever her name is now- Lydia? You only had a passport and Sweden citizenship official documents. "Welp" you shrugged grabbing you purse and heading down narrow hallway to the sliver steel elevator.
You tapped your foot as you waited for it to reach your floor. Someone was probably in it if it was taking this long. Having patience was something you were good at but right now you seemed to be a ticking time bomb from the rude awaking to fake personas in your hand, patience was not in your vocabulary.
Finally the door opened to reveal; unsurprisingly Spencer dressed for your morning breakfast planned. It hit you that he was now staring at you with the same confusion on your face. His eyes flicking from your body to the folder back up to your messy bun. "Hey?" he says.
"Spence what are you doing here" you didn't move the folder because it would make you look weird.
"We had breakfast planed at Ellionas-"
"Oh I'm so sorry! Something came up and that's no excuse. Let me make it up to you!" his face softened at your rambling. He stepped towards you, placing your hands in his. "It's okay. Your human" he smiled kissing your temple.
There was so much guilt for lying to him. The man your supposed to be honest with no matter what was standing before you believing your petty and deceiving words. "I was actually on the way to the post office. This is very urgent" you waved around the brown envelope.
"Oh well I can wait for you in your apartment if you want"
"That would be great Spencer I might be a little long. Is that okay?"
"Of course"
You smiled and reached on your tippy toes to reach his lips pecking them quickly. Clearly he wasn't satisficed because he attacked you with kisses on each cheek, your node, forehead, and temples while you giggled. "Okay I really have to go" you say stepping into the elevator.
"Bye love you" Spencer waved.
No.
Stop making words in your head y/n.
Spencer did not say it again.
It wasn't in the heat of the moment this time.
Does he really love me?
Do I love him?
That kind of thing can't slip out twice right.
Stop. Stop. Stop.
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"Ugly hoe I got them" you screamed rushing into Vanessas' room seeing her watching Netflix and snacking on cheddar popcorn.
"Finally I thought you had a stick up your butt" she teased throwing you a bag of sour patch kids. Back in seventh grade whenever you owed each other anything it could be cleared with a bag of watermelon sour patch kids. But if anything you were in debt to her. "Its not my fault" you groaned busting open the bag from the top and popping the sour and sweet treat in your mouth.
Vanessa sighed with relief going through everything along with the kr500,000. Around $58,000 USD. More things fell out that you didn't examine; all necessary to become a brand new person. Even a whole back round story and college degrees. Its going to be sad losing your best friend but you can always visit her in Sweden. More excuses to go home there is going to be nice.
"Brody said we can use his jet to avoid security and cameras at the airport. The passport is if you ever decided to move."
"You don't know how much this means to me y/n/n"
"I've owed you my whole life please don't thank me" you told her once again. She doesn't seem to believe the words coming out of your mouth like they drop with venom. "Spencer is waiting for me so i'll take my stuff and be in the way" you patted your knees as you stood up.
Vanessa handed you your documents. You mumbled a quick thank you before making your way out the door.
Maybe you shouldn't do this. You could continue to work at the BAU and be with Spencer just like when you began. For some reason you couldn't face throwing her in jail even if she killed twenty-eight people. Does that make you cold hearted? Biased at least, and FBI agent helping a criminal because she knows her personally. This is why protocol is in place, why you can't be on the Broken Angels case anymore. Doubt is sabotaging your plans to make this better. How can you u make this better though, you wouldn't be saving lives if she continues to kill in Sweden. To much conflict is going on and you set yourself on a plan now your doing it.
Your try so hard to make anyone happy your drowning in your own sorrow alone. But right now you told yourself it's not time for self pitty and loathing. People need you, Spencer, the team, Vanessa.
Most importantly Spencer so your going to continue to smile and make him happy because it's your job. The night in the roof was the most vulnerable you've been with him emotionally wise, were you weren't naked under his grasp.
There was only so many days before you have to stab your family in the gut and let her bleed out on the floor before calling 911. Money is getting you through this but it seems there is not enough.
"I'm back" you announced kicking off your shoes and running to jump in Spencer.
"Oh Y/n" he groaned in pain from your practically belly flopping onto his sleep body. If you'd know he was asleep you wouldn't have done that. But his small laughs swelled your heart like music to your ears. "Sorryyy what do you think about still going to Ellionas?"
"I'd like that a lot" he smiled.
Filler chapter vibes