Helping Reid

A/N: Hey, everybody!

Yet another Reid/Prentiss fic! I don't like the idea that Prentiss is leaving and therefore I'm trying to keep her character with us with this fic. I love her truly!

Special thanks to my cousin who is beta-ing this.

Genre: Porn w/ Plot; Romance; Friendship

Rating: NC-17 (M)

Disclaimer: Unfortunately I don't own Criminal Minds

Enjoy =]

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Women. Lots of them. Blond, dark-haired, red-haired, snow-white skin, darker skin, tall, medium high, from different states, countries, continents… Almost every night when he wasn't too tired to pretend he would spend with a woman.

Pretend? Yes, he couldn't be himself; he didn't want to be himself with them – they were nobody; no, that would be rude to say – they were somebody to spend the night with and sometimes the morning, too, and never see again. Or if he saw them they'd be together again – just for the fun of it. And he knew something that he didn't exactly want to admit to himself – he knew that he was scared to be himself. What if they weren't interested in the real him, what if they rejected him? Nobody wanted to be rejected. The 'what if' questions – they were scaring him as hell and he didn't like hell – he didn't want to understand whether or not he'd turn up there. He didn't – so he did what he could do best – pretend. He had studied psychology so it wasn't very hard to understand those women and to play them as they wanted to be played.

But even if he was pretending he would still be honest with them. He'd tell them what he's studied; he'd tell them that he's working with the FBI; he'd tell them that he's not looking for a relationship and all he wants is to spend the night with someone. 'Real him' would do the same but with a different manner; in a different way. Morgan would tell him that 'real him' spoke in a boring and nerdy way and the way he talked to the women – it was different – it wasn't his way and most likely that's the reason it's worked every time. They were amazed by him – his knowledge; the way he acted; the magic tricks he entertained them with; everything about him amazed them. That didn't make him full of himself; it didn't make him narcissistic or anything – it made him feel lonely and like nobody would understand him. Even though he was the same person with the same qualities he was not himself. He knew so, he knew so but he didn't want to admit it.

Anyway…

"Come on, Spence… I want to get a taste of you." She was tall, blond, Australian and very sexy undoubtedly. He watched her lying in the bed on her stomach facing him and smiling. He walked towards her and she stood on her knees on the edge of the bed. When he was close enough she started kissing his chest; her lips were soft and her breath felt hot on his skin. In a few moments he pushed her gently back on the bed again and lay on top of her. Kissing her mouth, her cheek, her neck, down over her breasts. She arched her back and interlocked her fingers in his hair. Soft moans were escaping her delicate red lips.

He was in the mood for 'slow and easy' that night; she didn't mind. And she was quite good in bed. He liked her. Maybe they could do it again in the morning.

He even wondered for a while whether he should ask her out on a date but then he changed his mind – dating would mean that he had to reveal things about him that he preferred to keep to himself and the people he knew best.

The night passed smoothly. They had good sex; enjoyed each other's bodies and were both pleased.

On the next morning – the usual routine. He got up and went to shower. She was sleeping when he walked in the bathroom. Just as he got out he heard her walking in the bedroom. Then he saw her: she had wrapped the bed sheet around her petite form; her hair was a mess but it was quite cute. She was smiling.

"Good morning." She said.

"Good morning." He answered. His hair was wet and drops of water were dripping down his body. She walked to him, smiled, moved swiftly past him and slipped into the bathroom for a few minutes.

He didn't dress. He was feeling comfortable with her so he decided to make some coffee. She was a nice and cheery person, what he got to know of her last night in that noisy club.

She was out of the bathroom; refreshed now. She looked more appropriate but she was beautiful even without having refreshed herself. The coffee machine was working now – there would be coffee soon.

They weren't saying anything. She just walked to him and stood in front of him. He looked at her. She was a sweetie. They kissed. Passionate. Sexy. Breathtaking. He picked her up with intention to carry her back to his bedroom but a knock on the door interrupted them. He gently let go of her and she stepped on the floor. He gave her an apologetic look and walked to the door.

"Morgan, come on in." Reid said with a sigh.

"Were you taking a shower, man?" Morgan asked with a smirk as he was walking in. His smirk faded as soon as he saw some blond chick standing in the middle of his friend's apartment wrapped in a bed sheet.

"Do you want some coffee? We were about to-" Reid started to say but Morgan cut him off.

"Who is she?" he asked; his voice harsh.

"I'm-" the woman tried to say her name but no such thing happened as Derek shot her a dangerous glance and she bit her lip.

Reid didn't say a thing.

"What the hell is that, Reid? I thought you were through with this! Do you even know her? You're unbelievable." Morgan was very angry.

Spence looked at her and asked; his voice was almost like a whisper in contrast to Derek's, "Would you like to take a shower?"

"Leave." Morgan growled.

"Morgan this is not your decision to make!" Reid finally raised his voice a bit.

"It's alright. I'll just-" she pointed to the bedroom.

The men waited till she left. Spence was still in his towel and was quietly drinking coffee as if he wasn't about to have the latest argument about casual encounters with his coworker and friend.

"I'm only protecting you, you know." Morgan said; he was calm now.

"From what?"

"Yourself." They just looked at each other for a moment then Derek continued, "You have to stop what you're doing."

"And that's coming from a man who's doing the same." Reid took a sip from his coffee.

"I'M NOT- I'm not doing the same." Spence looked at the other man. "I do it, rarely. And I see them again."

Reid shrugged. "I am seeing Irina." He said.

"Irina? Seriously? Man!" Morgan shook his head.

"What's wrong with her?"

Irina. She was one of a kind.

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A/N: Please, let me know what you think :)