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A/N: I came across a fiction that proposed Emily Prentiss being a virgin. I just found the idea of Emily being sexually inexperienced too tempting not to play with. So I thought, what if following her pregnancy and abortion she pretty much gave up on sex? And what if Spencer was very sexually experienced? I liked the idea of switching the typical roles these two play in a lot of the Reid/Prentiss fanfics, so here it is. I will be updating this fic weekly.

Chapter 1: Conversation on the Plane

"It's nothing to be ashamed of, you know." Spencer said.

Emily looked up at him. She had been in her own little world, so she wasn't certain what he was talking about. "What are you talking about?"

"Not being sexually active. There's nothing wrong with it. You have nothing to be ashamed of."

Emily looked around the BAU jet. Everyone else was asleep. They were on a case in Oregon, and it was a long, late night flight home. Everyone else was asleep except for Reid and Emily.

Emily had trouble sleeping because she kept thinking about Henry Goddard. Until a few days ago, he was her boyfriend. He was just one more in a long list of men who broke up with her. They all had different reasons, but she was beginning to suspect it was because of her reluctance to have sex. She was thinking about that when Reid spoke up. But how did he know she was thinking that?

"Who says I'm not sexually active?"

He smiled. It was almost a smirk. "Emily, have you forgotten who you're talking to?"

"What is that supposed to mean?'

"It means, I am a trained observer in human behavior and a genius."

"You know, Dr. Reid, I have noticed you use the term genius when it suits you, and reject the label when it doesn't."

"Maybe, but the point is I know you aren't being sexually active and it's starting to get in the way of your relationships. That's why the last one, Henry Goddard, ended it. He was a stockbroker, lived kinda fast and large. He liked having a good time. He kept waiting for you to be willing have a good time with him, to have sex. You were reluctant, and it's because you aren't sexually active. You put on a good show of being sexually confident, but you don't feel it because you don't feel comfortable having sex. You haven't had good experiences with sex, have you?"

"How the hell do you know about Henry?"

"It's not hard to listen to you and Garcia talk about things and piece things together. So, I'm just saying there's no shame in not being sexually active or to not want to have sex. Assuming of course it's not based on fear. Is it based on fear? Do you even know why you avoid it anymore?"

"None of your business. Neither is Henry Goddard."

"You don't know anymore, do you? You just know it's something you're avoiding, but you don't know why."

"Even if that were true, it isn't your business."

"I'm just trying to help a friend. If you are making a conscious choice, I support you. If, however, this is you being afraid of something, maybe you need some help. Counseling or something."

"What happened to the embargo on profiling each other?"

"It's something we set aside when it's helping a friend. I think of you as a friend. I hope you think of me as the same."

"Right now, I'm thinking you giving someone a lecture about sexual inexperience is the pot calling the kettle black."

"I have some experience with sex."

"With who? How many women have you ever been with? Your dating life is worse than mine."

"I just don't talk about it. I've been with plenty of women."

"Give me numbers. If you have been having experiences, you have exact numbers."

"76."

"Seventy-six what?"

"That's how many different women I've had sex with. I wouldn't call many of them girlfriends, about five made it to that level. Forty-two of them however, avoided sex. They had trouble, because it never felt right. I helped them have a more positive experience. If you wanted, I could do the same for you."

"Excuse me?'

"You know, if you are avoiding it because of fear or a bad experience, maybe I could help you see it can be positive. Then maybe you would feel able to experience it with someone you want to date."

"Does this line work on women? Really?"

"I can even give you references."

"What?"

"You know, references. Past lovers who would vouch for my experience and expertise in this area."

"You're kidding, right?" Emily couldn't believe she was having this conversation or at least having it with Reid. She could believe these words coming out of Morgan's mouth, or even Rossi's, but Reid?

"No, not really. I have five that would be willing to talk to you about it. Here, " Reid opened up his messenger bag and pulled out a sheet of paper, with the contact information of 5 women neatly typed on it.

"Are you insane? Is this a joke?"

"Do you think I would put this much effort into a joke?"

Emily considered this for a moment. "Probably not." She considered this some more. "Is this really a good idea?"

"I'm just offering an option. It's up to you. If you are happy with what you're doing, then don't worry about it. But if, as I suspect, this is something you are struggling with, contact some of them. Or maybe you can find a different avenue to help you. A professional counselor or maybe a support group. There a number of support groups that can provide help, if nothing else to help you know you aren't alone in how you feel."

"I'll think about it." Emily wasn't certain what was more surprising: Reid has figured out the truth of her sexual experience and confidence, that he was offering help or that he had been with more than 5 women in his life.

"Good." Then Spencer Reid closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

She kept looking at the sheet of references. Who the hell keeps a list of past lovers to prospective ones? It's a trick. An elaborate prank of some kind, it has to be.

Then again, what if it wasn't? If nothing else, it would be interesting to see what these women said. Emily couldn't help but wonder how he would gotten them to agree to be reference for this. And how many women does he give this list to? And how much of what he said was true and how much was crap?

In the midst of all these questions, Emily almost lost sight of something. It's Reid. He saw something was bothering her, and he was trying to help. It was an odd way to offer help, but still...

Then there was one more question in her head. Is it possible? Could it be true that Spencer Reid, socially awkward or pop-culture challenged Spence Reid might actually be a tiger between the sheets.