Chapter 7: She makes him sing

Some hours earlier in Reid's room

The previous awkwardness was thrown out of the window when Reid decided to go along with her request. They attacked each other, kissing with a growing fervor that made him dizzy. Their clothes were thrown to the floor in a few seconds and in less time both of them were writhing against each other on the bed.

"Maybe we should set up some rules about… ahh yess… like that… ohhh." Reid's thoughts blurred with the feel of her tongue circling beneath his ear.

He grasped her face in between his big hands, bringing her up for another kiss. Their tongues dueled in her mouth, hers enticing moans driving him further as they mixed with her sweet flavor in his mouth. He flipped her over on the bed. Hovering over her, he ran his hands along the long path of her curves.

"What type of rules?" She asked as she licked his chin.

She alternated between kisses and light suckling, working her way up the side of his neck. He closed his eyes and moaned when she reached the base of his jaw. Her fingernails lightly scratching his back caused his entire body to shiver and to press closer to her, molding her body to his.

"We should… ahhh" he tried again.

"I have an idea."

She flipped him over and straddled his stomach, her smiling face suspended above his. She intertwined her fingers with his, pressing his hands down on the sides of his head.

"What about if we do the following: I make you feel good, you make me feel good. I kiss you, you kiss me. I lick you and you lick me. What do you think of those rules?"

He had to smile at her childish enthusiasm, until his eyes lowered to her breasts, which were hanging just a few inches from his face. She caught the direction his glance was heading, and smiled even brighter.

"Do you like what you see, Dr. Reid?"

"Spencer."

"Hmm?"

"Considering the circumstances, you may call me by my given name. It's Spencer." He said distractedly, as he hadn't looked away from her breast the whole time.

"Okay. Spencer."

She moved his hand to her breasts. He breathed deeply, listening to her moan as he massaged her perky flesh.

"You like that?" he asked looking up so he could see the pleasure on her face. Her head was thrown back, her back arched in the most magnificent way. He reached his other hand up to caress he exposed neck and felt her moan vibrate against his hand.

"Ohhh, yes!"

She leaned back down to kiss his chest, slowly moving down his body.

"What are you doing?"he asked.

Her answer was a light giggle. She ran her fingers over stomach, her hand steadily moving lower until it reached its objective.

"Woah… ah… careful with that. You don-ahhhh."

She giggled and tightened her grip. He closed his eyes and threw his head back into the pillows, breathing sharply.

"That's, ahh, exquisite. Can you…"

Her head moved even lower. He could feel her warm breath on his abdomen; his stomach muscles instinctively tightened.

"What are you…"

She suddenly replaced her hand with her mouth, and he almost jumped from the bed with surprise.

"What…ahh, my God"

Not knowing what to do with his hands, he sank his fingers like claws into the bedsheets. He closed his eyes, reveling in the intense pleasure of her ministrations. He moaned and thrashed around, his mind clouding with each pass she made over him. He placed his hand on her cheek, trying in a weak attempt to dislodge her from him but she simply batted his hands away and giggled.

"Ohhh, my God…"

Her giggle sent vibrations through him, making him throw his head back again on the pillow. His neck muscles tightened as his body strained forward off the bed.

"Oh, my God, I'm…Ahh, Moni!"

"Oh, my God..I'm..OH, MY GOD!" He shouted when his ecstasy consumed him.

She licked him until she felt his shakes subside, and then kissed the tip of his shrinking member before moving up on his body and supporting her head on his heaving chest. She purred, satisfied as she listened to his heart hammering under her ear.

He ran his trembling hands up and down on her back, still astonished at what she had done. Silence settled comfortably around them.

Reid fingers lazily massaged Moni's temple as she in turn closed her eyes, basking in the tenderness and care he was showing towards her. His calm voice finally broke the silence.

"You shouldn't… have done that."

She licked his sweaty chest, her tongue tracing small circles around his nipple, and making him moan again.

"It's okay, I wanted to. It was different."

He breathed deeply, still feeling the tremors of his orgasm running through his limbs. He ran his hand over her back and up to her neck, tangling it in her long curls. He was enchanted with the softness against his fingers.

"How different?"

She sighed deeply and stretched against him.

"It's different to do it when you want to from when you're forced to."

Reid opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling, frowning at what she had just revealed.

"Are you telling me you were forced to... Who forced you?"

She rubbed her cheek against his naked chest, surprised at the softness of his skin. Then she inhaled his wonderful scent, his sweat mixing with his natural essence to form an intoxicating aroma that made her head spin.

"It doesn't matter" she spoke from beneath his chin, "You were different. I did it because I wanted to. Feeling you so vulnerable and excited for me made me hot as well, and I didn't even have to touch myself to feel good."

Reid wiggled from underneath her, flipping her softly on the bed, so he could look into her face.

"Of course it matters. If someone forced you to do something you didn't want to, they should be punished."

"Nobody cares, Reid."

"Spencer."

"Spencer, it doesn't matter anymore. They only hit you until you cry, anyway. After a while, you simply give them what they want and avoid further injury." She blinked rapidly to keep herself from crying, and gave him a thin smile of reassurance.

"It's still wrong, Moni. You shouldn't have to submit yourself to this kind of abuse." he said with a conviction in his voice that she had never heard from anyone before, at least not if they were talking about her right to be treated like a human being.

She stared at him in fascination, as if he was something that she has never seen; considering their state of undress, that was saying a lot. He looked away, embarrassed and no longer able to take her scrutinizing eyes.

"You really care, don't you?" she sounded in awe of the concept.

"Of course I do. It's a crime, Moni. I'm just the type of guy that cares if someone hurts another person and goes unpunished."

"Most people wouldn't give damn about what happens to a thief. It's kind of an understatement to say that bad things happen in this life."

"Thief or not, you're still a human being. And I'm not most people." He said in a soft voice, looking down at her face.

She smiled brightly at him, and lifted her hand to run her fingers over his cheek. She traced his eyebrows with her light touch, then his nose and his lips, while he stared down at her. He soon felt his arousal reawakening, despite his previous orgasm. He turned his face so her palm could touch his cheek, and kissed her finger when she ran her thumb along his lower lip.

"Spencer?"

"Yeah?"

"Would you make love to me now?"

CM CM CM CM

"Reid?"

"Reid?"

"Hey Kid."

"What?" Reid looked up from the table and saw Morgan, Hotch, and Rossi looking at him, all with condescending humor written on their faces.

"What happened?"

"You zoned out on us for a minute there," Rossi said with a knowing smile.

"Uh."

"Good memory?" Morgan asked, getting his answer when Reid's face paled before turning as red as a beetroot. "Don't bother to answer that."

"She said something else." Reid said, the memory still fresh in his head.

"What did she say?"

"She said that it was different to… perform when you want to from when you are forced to."

Hotch turned to Rossi, "Is there any conclusive evidence of what happened in that hotel room while she was under custody?"

"Prentiss is interrogating that creep as we speak, but he won't budge. He believes it was in his right to abuse her."

"CSI's collecting evidence, but we don't have her DNA sample to compare with the sheets in order to prove that that person who was raped in that room was her," Morgan explained.

"Yes, we do," Reid said,with a frown of concentration. He immediately had all their full attention. "There were traces of blood, her blood, on my bedsheets this morning. At first I was worried that - despite my care to prepare her - she still bled because of me, but she … she probably was still bleeding from her previous assault when she came to lay with me."

"Did she at any time show her discomfort with you?"

"All the time." Reid could feel the panic building in his gut as he thought over what had transpired the night before. "Hotch, I messed up. Badly. I knew she was in pain, she…" He paused and took a deep breath, trying to control his emotions, "She grimaced when I…we… we had to stop several times because she was in pain and I even offered to pull out but she said that she would hurt me if I did. Why would she insist to do it if she had just been violated?"

Rossi tapped his pen on the table, regarding Reid's frightened face as he thought over the situation.

"Despite her discomfort, she climaxed?"

"Yes. I did my best to ensure that."

Rossi squinted his eyes in speculation, and leaned back in his chair. Hotch and Morgan waited for him to let them in on his theory.

"Sensory overwrite." he said eventually.

"What does that mean?"

"You see," Rossi leaned back towards the table, readying to explain to Reid, "she wanted to erase the pain and shame she felt at the hands of her rapist with something else, so she insisted to share a moment with you because she knew you would be different. You proved her right, and the new sensorial information kind of erased, momentarily, the previous one."

Reid stared at Rossi for long moment. He, at some point, had started moving his leg in the nervous tic again, "Is that supposed to make me feel better?"

"You're looking at it from the wrong angle. You didn't have all the information to make an educated choice, and you did what you had to do at that time."

"He should have come to us," Hotch said in a stern voice, bringing all eyes at the table to him. He was obviously still furious at the disobedience of his youngest team member.

"Come on, Hotch, think. He woke up with a beautiful woman begging him to make love to her. She was crying, man. What would you have done?" Morgan spoke on Reid's behalf.

Hotch seemed unmoved, so Morgan turned to Reid, trying to console his young friend who looked to be heartbroken with what had transpired.

"Kid, talk to me. As a man, not as a profiler, how would you describe it?"

He shook his head trying to clear away the events of the day, and focus only on the previous night. The image of a smiling face framed with black curls flashed in his head at that moment. Thinking back, he couldn't believe he hadn't seen just how beautiful she really was. His eidetic memory provided an accurate picture of her in his mind, and in it she was nothing short of astonishing.

"It was…" he paused, looking for the appropriate words, "it was… the most intense sexual experience I've ever had."


a/n: Come guys, reviews please? What do you think so far? Will they find her in time? Or will the killer find her first? What does Moni think of Reid after their love night?