Her thighs clench around him as she straddles his skinny hips. His long fingers bunch in the well-tailored skirt that's rucked up around her waist as he thrusts up into her, wringing a gasping moan from her lips.

Her long manicured nails rake over his exposed chest making him arch off the bed, driving deeper into her.

The cell phone on the nightstand beeps suddenly as the couple just begins to find their rhythm. Matching groans of pleasure and annoyance rumble from them as he gropes blindly for the phone. Fumbling with the cell, he brings it to his ear earning a sneer from the woman riding him.

"Yeah, Hotmmmph..," two nimble fingers slide into his mouth, cutting off his words.

She wraps her free hand around his over the phone as she bends in half, running her tongue across sensitive nipples. He moans around her fingers, trying to force the phone away from his stifled cries when she roughly bites down on the small nub of flesh.

"Reid?" SSA Hotchner's no-nonsense voice drifts from the cell.

She draws the phone to her as she relinquishes the skin between her teeth.

"What do you want, Aaron?" she breaths, undulating over the young doctor beneath her.

"Nem," Hotch replies a smirk in his voice.

"Quickly, Aaron, or I'll hang up," she gasps loudly as Reid surges upward, throwing her onto her back, hammering into her.

"I need Reid at the airfield in 20 minutes," is the clipped response.

"NnnRrrg, make it 25 and he'll be there with bells on," Nem pants, biting her lips to control herself.

"Deal, 25 minutes WITH bells," Hotchner says flatly and she hangs up and tosses the phone away in time for Spencer's mouth to crash down onto hers, claiming her breath and sending her reeling to the edge.


SSA Aaron Hotchner looks at his phone, shaking his head.

"Crazy nympho," he mutters, turning back to his desk to pack his briefcase.

"You say something, Hotch?" Morgan asks, poking his head in the office.

"Ha? No, no..," Hotch answers, grinning, "Oh, Morgan; Dr. Reid will be meeting us at the airfield."

"Okay. Should Garcia call him for a briefing?"

Aaron swallows an uncharacteristic laugh, "That won't be necessary; we'll fill him in on the plane."

"Um, alright," Morgan says, looking at his superior quizzically and backing slowly away from his odd behavior.