Not gonna lie, I thought more people would have responded to my mediocre smut in the last chapter. Isn't that what the people want? Then again, I understand it took awhile to get there. Both chapter lengths and actual time wise. So like here's a lot of lemons to make up for it? Please validate me. Also do you guys remember when smut was called lemons? Or am I just that old?

Penelope brought over a large bag of popcorn and set it on the coffee table. JJ and I had our respective blankets wrapped around us, ready for a girl's night in. "I have been so excited for this!" Penny said, grabbing her big, purple, fuzzy blanket. "How long has it been since we've had a Saturday night like this?" She positioned herself between me and the end of the couch.

I grabbed a handful of popcorn. "Like, an eternity."

"Especially since someone," JJ said, nudging me, "just got into a new relationship and is in the honeymoon stage."

I laughed, munching on my snack. "Spencer and I are not attached at the hip," I said, watching as JJ rolled her eyes. "We're attached at the pelvis."

Penny laughed while JJ threw a few pieces of popcorn at me. "Lila! Gross!"

"JJ," said Penelope, "I am as sexually repulsed by Reid as you are but-"

"Um, hello? Reid's girlfriend right here," I said.

She reached out and grabbed my hand. "Oh, honey, I'm so so thrilled you love doing the do with our Boy Genius but any thought of that gives me the heebie-jeebies."

"I guess I'm… not offended?"

"Okay, good," Garcia hurriedly said so I couldn't think about her possibly insulting words anymore. "Now, I do want to know everything, and I mean everything."

"About?" I asked.

She huffed. "Doing the do with our Boy Genius!"

JJ leaned over to look at Penelope. "Okay, let's not get carried away. We don't need to know everything."

"You're telling me you're not even a little bit curious?" Penelope said to JJ, talking across me. "Wasn't it you making the comment about them not leaving the bedroom?"

JJ pursed her lips and retorted, "Yeah, I did but that doesn't mean I want to know all the details."

"So, you don't want to know anything about how good he is in bed?" Penelope responded.

I was getting frustrated, having them talk over me like I wasn't here and currently in a relationship with the person they were discussing. "Excuse me, ladies," I said, pushing them both farther away from me. "You're saying a lot about someone who isn't here to tell you themselves and you're ignoring someone who is here and might reveal secrets."

"You're right." Penelope held up her hands in surrender. "You're absolutely right, Dolly. And as your best friend I want to know it all."

JJ took a handful of popcorn and loudly chewed it, making her displeasure known.

"Listen," I said, glancing at both women. "I have no problem talking about my sex life."

Penelope squealed and grabbed my hand again. "Tell me tell me tell me!"

"However." I looked over at JJ. "I'm not talking about Spencer's in detail. He's very private and doesn't like to disclose much about it."

"Did you take his virginity?" Penelope rushed the moment I stopped talking.

Dramatically, I turned my attention back to her, raising my eyebrows in annoyance. "Penny, did you not hear anything I just said?"

"What? You said in detail, and this pertains to you too. If anything, I'd say it has more to do with you than him."

I sighed. "Fine. Short answer? No."

"And the long answer?" She pressed which earned her more popcorn thrown from JJ.

"The long answer? Classified."

I was picking up my clothes, starting to dress. "You know, this isn't exactly how I thought we'd get together."

He laughed. "Me either, honestly." He pulled on his pants.

"I thought we would have talked more first." I smoothed my shirt over my body. Almost all the buttons were still scattered on the ground. There wasn't much I could do to really close it. "I don't… this is embarrassing, but I don't even know if… was that…?"

"Was that my first time?" He finished for me.

I nodded, now feeling a bit silly for thinking it. He was in his thirties. Statistically, he wouldn't be a virgin. However, I had never seen him with anyone, nor had I heard any stories about him hooking up with anyone. He was always so shy and hesitant around me. He wasn't too forward, but I guess that has shifted over the years. He definitely wasn't the same person I kissed at Rossi's dinner party years ago. But still, he never said anything about sexual partners.

As if reading my mind, he said, "I know I don't talk much about that kind of stuff, but I wasn't a virgin. I'm not as experience as like you, or Morgan, or anyone else on the team but I have had sex before."

"Right," I said, grabbing my own pants. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't've assumed like that."

"It's fine," he said dismissively. "I'm sure everyone else has too."

"That doesn't make it right." Once I was dressed, I walked over to him and wrapped my arms around his neck. "Your sexual experience, whatever it is, doesn't change any of my feelings about you."

He reciprocated, his arms around my waist. "Thanks." He placed a long, tender kiss on my forehead. "I'm not… I'm not vocal about that kind of stuff."

"You don't have to be."

"I know," he said softly, still holding onto me. "I'm just… I'm not that proud of some of it. Most of it really."

I cupped his face. "Spence," I said, making sure his eyes were meeting mine. "None of that matters to me, okay? I love you."

"I love you too, sweetheart."

The new nickname made me smile and feel giddy. I made sure he felt my happiness as I kissed him. Wanting him to know that I was so deeply in love.

Slowly, I pulled away. "You know, for claiming not to have much experience you seem to know exactly what to do."

"I researched." He shifted his weight from foot to foot, not looking me in the eyes.

"It worked," I said, wanting to reassure him. "You're very good at putting into practice what you've learned."

"Really?"

I nodded. "Yeah, you made me cum three times-"

"Four," he corrected, and I smirked, having purposely lied about the number. Just testing that he could count too.

My eyes flickered to his lips, thinking where they had just been not too long ago. "Four," I repeated, threading my fingers through his. "That definitely shows you really know what you're doing. Like you've really done your research." There was a flirtatious edge to my voice. Teasing just a bit.

He smiled, watching me. "I am a man of research."

"You are," I said, stepping closer to him. Toe to toe.

"You know," he began, leaning down to place his mouth right next to my ear, making me shiver. "I would love to go over it sometime with you."

"I'd like that," I breathed, growing excited once more.

He led me back to my couch, sitting down with me. Our hands were still linked together. "One of the basic things about intimacy is how important physical contact is." He held up our joint hands. "Skin to skin contact releases tiny amounts of oxytocin, also called the 'love hormone' or 'bonding hormone'. It's what's released during childbirth that helps bond the baby and mother."

I nodded along with him. "Mmhmm." I was already well versed in the subject matter but hearing him talk about it was mesmerizing.

"There are countless ways to get the body to release oxytocin," he continued. "Kissing is one way."

He started slowly, bringing my hand up to his lips. Pressing a soft kiss first to the back of my hand, then my palm, then each and every fingertip. His eyes never left mine as he did so.

"There are also certain pulse points- erogenous zones- that when touched correctly, can help get your partner aroused." He kissed the center of my palm again, trailing his lips until he reached the inside of my wrist. "Here's one." He left tiny, feather light kisses there before grabbing my other hand and repeating.

I closed my eyes, focusing everything on just the feel of him. My heart rate speeding up with each kiss.

"There's also one here," he said, now dropping his lips to the base of my neck. On instinct, I tilted my head, leaving the area open and vulnerable to him. As his lips gave way to teeth and nibbles, I let out a soft moan.

His fingers were gentle as they crept up the other side of my neck, cradling my face as he kept kissing and nipping my skin. "Spencer…" I let out, feeling him now make his way up my neck. I leaned into his touch more as he reached just below my ear. "God…" His kisses turned more forceful, sucking on my tender flesh.

"And here," he whispered, focusing on the spot where my jaw hinges behind my ear. "You're feeling it, aren't you?" He spoke so softly, his thumb stroking my cheek. "Your heart rate is increasing, your skin is getting flushed, maybe more sensitive. Your mind is starting to cloud."

I could only nod, my mind clouding with desire just as he said. I felt him smile against my skin, his lips returning to kiss along my jaw all the way to my mouth. He was warm and soft, and I just fell open for his tongue.

Briefly, he cupped my face, deepening our kiss. He pulled away slowly, leaving me in a haze as I lazily opened my eyes.

"Now," he said, pulling me from a trance he had put me in. "Another great way to get someone aroused is breast play." He easily pushed my shirt off and his nimble fingers unhooked my bra. My nipples were already hardening from his touches. He looked from my eyes to my breasts, and he took one in each hand. "A lot of people get aroused from having their breasts fondled, touched, kissed." I bit my bottom lip as he spoke, his voice low and husky. "The nipple is usually the most sensitive."

He started his kisses on my chest, trailing down to my left breast. Tantalizingly slow he kissed and sucked and bit all along my breast, circling it. The other he just held in his hand. "Spencer," I whined as he teased me.

"Sorry," he said but I knew he didn't mean it. "The anticipation heightens the sensation." With that, his lips wrapped around my nipple. My back arched at the contact, moaning out his name. He took his time, running his tongue over my nipple, then biting it lightly. All while he played with my other with his thumb.

He pulled away and said, "You know, some women can even orgasm from nipple play alone."

"I don't think I'm one of them," I said, watching as he moved over to my other breast.

"We'll have to test that theory later," he said before latching on again to continue his torture.

His words and mouth made me groan, my hands going to his soft hair. Tugging and pulling as he pleasured my breasts.

I was nearing my wits end when he pulled away again. "You're driving me crazy," I breathed, tugging him to me for hot kisses.

He gave in for a moment, his kisses fast and hard before he pulled away. "Isn't that what you wanted?"

"I wanted you to tell me about your research."

He laughed. "What better way to learn than through practical application?"

"Then you better practically apply more of it," I said, trying to be intimidating but he just laughed again.

"Fine, fine," he said, still smiling and if I wasn't so frustrated, I would be annoyed. He gently grabbed me and laid me down on my back. He started to undo my pants and I wasn't sure why I thought putting them back on was a good idea. "Down here," he said, pulling off my pants and undies, "you can really arouse a person by light touches and kissing up their thighs. Specifically, the inner thigh."

I watched through hooded eyes as he got between my legs again. Taking his time and slowly kissing up one only to go down the other. I was already wet and trembling from our previous encounters. I knew my thighs were still slick.

"Fucking hell," I complained, grabbing his hair again. "I think I liked it better before when you just went right for it."

He glanced up at me. "You say that now. Just wait."

I growled when he went back to my thigh, biting harsher than I expected. My legs were shaking as I desperately needed him to touch me more. "Spencerrr…"

"Now, the vulva is where most of the nerve endings are going to be," he said, taking his attention away from my thighs. "You have the labia majora here." He ran a finger over my folds, and I shivered. "During sexual arousal the blood flow is increased, and they can become more swollen and tender."

"Spence…"

"Then," he said, ignoring me, "there are the labia minora here." His finger slowly poked farther past my outer lips, stoking the skin right before my opening. "As with the labia majora, they too can swell and become more sensitive."

"They are," I said, trying to thrust into his hand.

"If we go back out here to the vulva." He retracted his finger. "Not to confuse that with the vagina, which is the inner structure. But here, outside of your body there's also the urethra opening for urination."

"Reid! Touch me!"

"I am touching you," he said, slowly stroking my folds. "And you're getting wet."

"Spencer!"

"I assume," he said, "you want me to specifically touch your clitoris." He was still being a pain and not touching it, instead his finger moved to either side. Purposefully avoiding it. "Did you know that clitoris has over eight thousand nerve endings? That's more than the head of the penis. And the clitoris serves no real purpose than pleasure. There's no biological reason for it to exist."

"I'm starting to feel like mine doesn't exist right now."

Finally, he started rubbing my clit and I cried out on the contact. He was right that the anticipation did heighten the sensation. "Most women can achieve orgasm through clitoral stimulation alone," he said, keeping his eyes on me. "In fact, some women can only orgasm through clitoral stimulation."

I couldn't form any words. I could only moan as he continued to rub me, his pace staying exactly the same. I wiggled my hips, wanting more. More touches. More kisses. More of something.

"Your moans are so pretty," he said, smiling down at me. "I love hearing you make them."

HIs words made me moan again, louder. "Spencer…" My body was shaking as I was coming closer to the edge. I was one of the women who could orgasm from clitoral stimulation alone.

"One last lesson," he said. "There's vaginal penetration." He moved his finger back down to my opening, slowly pushing his finger inside. "Most of the nerve endings are going to be in the first third of the vagina. However, for some women the internal structure of the clitoris can be stimulated from penetration. In fact, taking into account the internal structure, most clitorises are longer than penises."

He was saying a lot of words and normally I hang on every one of them but, not this time. He was talking way too much and not moving this finger enough. "Spencer… fuck me."

He didn't seem phased by my plea. "Also, inside the vagina is the Grafenberg spot or G spot. It should be located about an inch inside, right around here." As he spoke, he curled his finger inside me, exactly along my G spot. "Most women find it pleasurable to hit and some women report being able to ejaculate from it."

My back arched involuntarily as he continued to slowly pump his finger in and out of me. "I don't think I can squirt," I managed to get out, my voice strangled as I tried to listen to what he was saying, but the pleasure was all consuming.

"That's another theory we can test later," he said. Without warning, he added in a second finger and his thumb made contact with my clit. "I can feel the muscles inside you starting to contract. Your orgasm is approaching."

"It is," I breathed. "Don't fucking stop."

"I won't, sweetheart." His kind, gentle voice did me in. I screamed his name as I came, clenching around his fingers as they kept slipping in and out. His thumb rubbing small circles around my clit. I started grabbing for something, anything to anchor myself onto.

He gave me his free hand and I squeezed it as my high peaked and I came crashing back down. I was panting as I started to relax, my mind still clouded with lust and pleasure.

As Spencer slowly withdrew his fingers, I commented. "So, that's the research?"

He laughed. "Yeah, pretty much."

"That's how you learned everything?"

"More or less," he said, bringing his fingers to his lips and sucking them. I groaned at the sight.

I used our clasped hands as leverage to pull myself up. "That's so fucking hot," I said just before wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing him.

He was stunned for only a moment before he pulled me close and kissed me back. "I love you," I muttered against his lips.

"Love you, too," he murmured.

"Maybe," I said, resting my forehead against his. "I can show you some of the research I know."

"No fair!" Whined Penelope. The romcom she put on was playing in the background, all of us not paying attention. "I wanna know something!"

I decided to show her some mercy. "Fine, fine, I will say that he is exceptionally good in bed."

"How exceptionally good?" Penny asked without missing a beat.

"Like Ben wishes he could make a girl scream like that." I looked between my two friends and both of them were staring at me.

"Wait, really?" Asked JJ.

"Now who's curious," Penny said, her voice condescending just a bit. JJ threw more popcorn at her.

"Yes, really," I said, answering my cousin's question. "Like Ben was great and all, that's part of the reason I kept going back. But Spencer… I don't know. He just really likes to take his time and see what I like and what I respond to. Not to mention the years of buildup to it."

Both girls were listening intensely to what I was saying. Both munching on popcorn as the movie mindlessly played.

I never gave away too many details involving Spencer. I kept that vague. I knew he didn't want anyone else knowing the intimate workings of his sex life. That was just for him and whatever he chose to share with me. Instead, I focused on myself. What I liked, how I felt, what I thought. That seemed to satisfy their, mainly Penelope's, curiosity.

"Can I just say," Penny said, "that none of this would have happened without me."

"You?" Asked JJ, peeking around me to see Penny more clearly. "What did you do?"

"Hello, I lied and said I was busy and couldn't watch Doctor Who with him and made Lila go instead."

"I knew you were full of shit with that." I now threw popcorn at my bubbly friend. "You were way too vague about what you were doing to not be lying."

"Of course, I was lying. I wanted you two to have some alone time. You guys were eye fucking way too much to not actually fuck. You just needed a little push!"

"We were not eye fucking."

JJ laughed. "Please, you guys were doing it at least once every few days."

"Okayyy," I started to concede. "Maybe I did fantasize sometimes about him bending me over his desk and having his way with me."

"You know there's cameras all over, right?" Asked JJ.

"Cameras who's tapes I can make disappear," added Penelope and I laughed.

"Spencer and I are not gonna do it at work. We already promised Hotch we would keep it professional when we're there."

Penelope leaned over, looking at JJ. "Fifty bucks says they do it at work within the next month."

"Deal." JJ didn't hesitate before answering.

"Hey!"

Please validate me and my lemons. I am trying. I've only written it a handful of times. It's all on my tumblr sidehowriting. Shameless plug. i've also started posting this story on AO3 retitled as Type B. I guess that's all. I feel like I'm just shouting into the void.