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I ordered a spicy chicken, cashew and mushroom noodle dish, to which Spencer randomly said, "You know that has almost a thousand calories if you eat the whole thing—"

I looked at him with shocked, raised brows, "On average, I burn 4,000 calories a day. If I'm not doing something academic related, I'm working out. I work out as much as I can every day. Do you really think I care if I eat this thousand calorie dish when my limit, with my exercise, is six thousand?"

Spencer stuttered, but I continued talking.

"I've eaten fourteen hundred calories today. If I want to eat this chicken, I'm going to eat this chicken."

Derek shifted in his seat to try to space himself from the awkwardness. Gideon and Hotch frowned with slight amusement at each other before Gideon asked,

"Why do you exercise?"

I took a sip of my water and looked into his eyes, "Well," I sighed, "I could tell you how I used to be obese in high school, until my junior year, when I got involved with fitness, but the truth is that serious mental illness plagues my family and exercising helps keep the mind healthy."

Gideon smiled at the random level of honesty, "What are you majoring in at Duke?"

I took another sip of water before replying, "I have a double in Political Science and Public Policy with a minor in philosophy."

"Wow," Hotch said. "That must be a lot of work."

I chuckled, "It is and it isn't. I'm a natural with politics and policy; philosophy is surprisingly challenging though. The class forces students to genuinely stretch their minds and ponder." The silent pause was awkward, so I continued, "I was going to try to get a double minor with Economics, but, at some point, you have to have Calculus Four down and I couldn't even handle trig."

Spencer suddenly exploded with knowledge, "It's really not too difficult—I could show you—"

"Reid," Derek murmured, "We're not all good at everything."

Reid blushed.

I giggled and slid my right foot next to his. I brushed against his ankle before sliding my foot between his. I smiled at him and continued, "Honestly, I slid by with the easiest mathematical courses I could find for credit; I understand the concept of interdisciplinary education—don't get me wrong, I didn't brush it off because it challenged my confidence or intelligence, I just figured my time was better spent."

Hotch nodded, "That's how I felt about my economics class, actually. There were so many theories that were considered legitimate, and yet nothing seemed to work in the extensive long term."

I nodded in agreement, "But as society changes, economic policies must change too. Today's crises aren't purely the effect of filibusters or poor economic prediction and policy. The voice of the people has been so heavily divided- a million voices all chanting for something different – and society refuses to change parts of government that is stifling in this day and age. What are perceived as traditions are conquering the American spirit because people are too afraid of tomorrow to fix today."

Gideon nodded with a pensive frown, "That's a focused perception of the change in today's world."

I shrugged, suddenly doubting myself. I looked at Spencer; he cleared his throat and said, "Our unsubs have started to devolve, and I was thinking that maybe Tesla could give us some insight—"

"This case is classified Reid, you know that." Hotch quickly told him before drinking a third of his glass of water.

"I know—I know!" Spencer protested in a higher pitch, but quickly went back to his normal voice to say, "But we're not getting any closer to actually catching them and we've run out of ideas."

Gideon shook his head, so I looked at Spencer and said, "I really don't think I can give any insight on your case—I'm potentially ill, not demented."

Spencer laughed and moved out of the way while our waiter placed our dishes in front of us. I blew on a piece of chicken and mushroom before I popped it into my mouth. Spencer regained some clarity and then said, "I don't mean to say to inject Tesla into the investigation—that's completely unprecedented, unreasonable and unnecessary—but to let sleep in the hotel. I know Morgan is completely competent, but I'd feel better if I knew for myself she was okay and I'd be able to work with a clearer head—"

"Stop," I whispered to him, "You're winding yourself up. I'll be fine and you would be too if you'd calm down."

"She has a point," Hotch said between bites of hotly spiced beef, "You need to calm down Reid. Beside, Tesla would be in more danger if you brought her back with us."

Spencer nodded his head with dejected concession. He quietly ate the rest of his food, but I made him blush by rubbing the curved part of my right foot against his ankle and up and down his leg. Hotch, Gideon and Derek spoke about the case while Spencer and I discussed my plans for tomorrow. I told him when my classes are, what building the rooms are and when I'd be fitting in my workouts. He smiled at me with relaxed, happy eyes and said, "You know, I've been to the gym a few times with Derek…" He trailed off, so I said,

"He told me about it while I did some weight training."

Spencer looked a little surprised, "Aren't you incredibly sore at this point? At least exhausted and in need of sleep? You do a lot in one day."

I shrugged, "My first class is at ten in the morning and it's only nine PM right now. I shouldn't be eating so heavily this late, but I wanted to see you."

It was my turn to blush, especially as Spencer scooted closer to me, looked at me and whispered, "Garcia has upgraded our phones—" He pulled out his Android looking phone. "I have a keyboard now, so I can text you faster—"

I cut him off by crossing my left leg across my right leg, leaned into him and whispered lowly next to his ear, "I'm going to text you dirty things all night then."

His faced turned the shade of a ripe tomato before he quietly stuttered, "There are two double beds in Gideon's room. I'm sharing a room with him. I can't—"

I laughed, "I'll guess you'll have to read them in the morning."

Spencer gulped and opened his mouth to reply, but Derek said, "Excuse us, love birds."

I laughed and scooted away. Spencer looked up, still flushed, and asked what they were talking about. I didn't pay attention to their conversation about the case. I ate my chicken dish in silence, occasionally wiping my nose with my napkin due to the spiciness, and focused in on the radio. Apparently Spencer heard the radio, too, and said, "What an odd station to play in a Thai restaurant."

I grinned while Derek said, "By the uncensored lyrics, it seems that this is a mix CD."

Spencer shook his head and rolled his eyes with amusement. "Regardless, this seems a bit… unusual."

"What does?" I grinned devilishly at him, "Rap? You don't like rap?"

"Not really," Spencer said. I cut him off and said,

"Does it make you uncomfortable, Doctor Reid?"

"No—"

Derek joined in on the fun, "Is some racism surfacing, Reid?"

"No!" He protested and clenched his fork nervously.

I started to sway in my seat. I held my hands six inches from my chest; I pumped my arms up and down slowly while pulling them in and pumping them out. Derek started a similar, awkward dance. I quietly rapped along, "My attitude is celibate—I don't give uhh a fuuhh—"

Hotch laughed at my "fuuhh" instead of "fuck" while Derek rapped the rest the next verse: "The block got my back and my boys do too, and my baby momma trippin' sayin' she need more look. Every block, every good, every ghetto got beef, gotta heater on my lap and another in the back—"

I joined in on the rapping along, "How'm I supposed to cope with all this stress on me? Everybody and their momma call the feds on me—"

Gideon suddenly started a laughing fit while Hotch grinned and suppressed his own laughing fit. Spencer clenched his fork and knife in fists against the table and rushed out, "I'm racist? Here you are, mocking something that is supposed to convey dilemmas and misfortunes in modern black life—!"

"Hey, hey!" I immediately defended us, "We're just making sure everyone can hear the song."

Spencer cocked his head to the left.

I suppressed my grin, "I'll start rapping Mos Def lyrics. I really will."

Derek laughed and then continued eating his food. The rest of the dinner went surprisingly smoothly and lightly. Gideon and Hotch were able to relax enough to actually brain storm new theories on their unsubs; Spencer and I played footsies under the table until the check came and we had to leave. I walked out with them, but I quietly pulled Spencer to the side and quickly kissed him. He smiled and said,

"We're really close to catching them. We're going to go back to the station—"

I stood on my tip-toes and whispered in his ear, "Skip the station."

"Why?" He looked genuinely confused.

I grinned and nibbled on his earlobe. I sighed with quiet bliss and whispered, "I've been aching for you all day."

His face turned bright red.

I kissed him on the lips again after whispering, "Call me once you're free from this case. I want you before you go back to D.C."

Spencer nodded and stumbled away. Derek walked me back to my dorm; the first few minutes of our walk was quiet, but then he asked, "Do you want to just get a cab back to Reid's room? He'll be back there tonight."

I laughed out loud and blushed. "It'd be nice to see him before he leaves."

"Yeah," Derek laughed and rolled his eyes, "just to see him before he leaves."

I felt a random, small pang of embarrassment.

He flagged us a cab and got a card to Spencer's room from flashing his badge. We hung out and watched T.V. until Derek got a call from Spencer—he'd be here soon. Derek left the room once Spencer walked in. The second the door lock clicked behind Derek, I lustfully kissed Spencer. I groaned against his lips while practically ripping his shirt off. He laughed awkwardly while kissing me back. I hurriedly undressed us and grabbed Spencer by the wrists. I kissed his Adam's apple and then groaned, "I want you so badly."

Spencer pushed me down on the bed and then climbed on top of me. He kissed my neck and then whispered, "Morgan has been giving me some tips."

"Is that so?" I asked while placing the sides of my knees on either side of his hips.

Spencer kissed all over my neck and nipped at my collar bone, "I told him that I ran out of moves—he laughed."

I suppressed my own giggle. "Doctor Spencer Reid: secret sex kitten—doesn't sound exactly like you."

He kissed my collarbone and grinded his growing erection against me. I wiggled; he took the opportunity of my lifted hips to unbutton and slid my pants down a little bit. Spencer kissed his way up to my left ear and whispered, "I hope you don't mind. I told him how you've wanted me to dominate you—"

I sighed with embarrassment, "A little bit—"

Spencer nibbled on my earlobe, "But he gave me good suggestions."

I groaned, half from pleasure, the other half from embarrassment. "Like what?"

Spencer pinned me down with his hips against mine. He shuffled a bit with stripping me off my jacket and shirt, but he quickly tossed him to the side once they were off. I went to open my mouth, but he quickly kissed me roughly before kissing his way down to my breasts. I went to run my right hand through his short, somewhat curly hair, but he grabbed my wrists and pinned me down against the bed. I grinned, but I started to softly groan as he lightly kissed all over my breasts. He used his teeth to pull down my bra from the connector in the middle. He licked my left nipple, then my right, and blew cool air against them. I wiggled my hips against his and moaned.

He grinned up at me before licking and sucking my nipples into his warm mouth. I arched my chest up and closer to him; he continued his wonderful teasing for two or three more minutes before letting go of my wrists. He climbed off the bed, so I kicked my shoes off. He quickly pulled my pants down to my ankles and struggled a bit with yanking them completely off. I sat up a little bit and bit down on my bottom lip. I could see his thick dick throbbing through the thin cover of his silk boxers; I reached my right hand down to my black panties and gently stroked my pussy through them. Spencer swatted my hand away and pinned me down by my wrists again. He kissed me sensually before whispering, "Morgan told me the best way to really dominate you is to know what you really need, and deprive you of it until you almost die of need."

I groaned at the husky tint in his voice.

"So," he said and used his right knee to separate my legs. He pressed his throbbing erection against my wetting pussy and continued, "What do you want? What do you need?"

I moaned out and pushed my hips up to meet him, "I need you—deep inside me, Spencer." I looked up into his clouded eyes, "I want you to pound me with your big dick."

"That's it?" He half whispered, half groaned, before kissing all over my neck and shoulders. He added more pressure to his grinding, making me wiggle and moan more.

"I've waited all day for you," I groaned out, "Do whatever you want—I just want to feel your every last inch."

Spencer quickly let go of me, jumped off the bed and pulled me down off of it, too. He was going to reposition us, but I pulled down his boxers and leaned back as his long, thick dick sprung out. I licked the pre-cum off the tip and shuddered at his animalistic groan. I placed my hands against the tops of his thighs while stroking him up and down with rough licks before sucking him into my mouth. He tangled his right hand into my hair; I groaned as he pulled my hair.

"You kn—know," he groaned, "positive reactions to pain are considered a sign of a dysfunctional—"

I started to use my teeth on his full length; he stopped talking. I used my right hand to fondle his sensitive, smooth balls for a second, which made him jump up onto his tip-toes, but then I slid my hand down to my damp panties. I groaned as I kept sucking him and slid my panties to the side. He looked into the mirror of the closet doors near us and groaned while I started to rub my clit in small, pleasurable circles. He pulled my hair again and groaned, "Slide a finger in."

I groaned in compliance and slid my wet fingers down to my hole. I slowly wiggled my middle finger in and moaned around his cock. He sighed from the pleasure and then said, "Finger yourself—I want to watch." I did so for a minute, but then he added, "Slide another finger in—you look wet enough." I came up for air, so he pulled my hair and tugged me down to his balls. I went ahead and gave his smooth boys a quick lick, but I moaned as I added a second finger.

"Faster," He groaned while his toes curled, "Finger faster."

I did so; my toes started to curl, too.

"Use your other hand to play with your clit."

"Okay," I groaned against the base of his cock. I rubbed my clit in quick circles before he said,

"Slap it."

I did and shuddered.

"Again."

I shuddered more.

"Again!"

I moaned and started to lick him again.

He grunted and then pulled me up by my hair. I cried out from the pain and quickly slid my fingers out from my soaking pussy. Spencer mumbled an apology before pushing me down on the bed. He dropped down to his knees and blew cool air against my wet, warm slit. He looked up at me and said, "You're so wet for me."

I nodded and groaned. "I want you so badly, Spencer. I need to feel you deep in me."

He immediately led me to a leather arm chair in his room and bent me over it. He used his knee to spread my legs while I comfortably situated my arms against the cool leather cushion. He rubbed the tip of his dick up and down my wet lips and groaned. "I should probably play with you more, but I need you now."

I wiggled my hips back as he teased my dripping hole by using the very tip of his dick to make little circles around it. He pulled away and tsked me. He bent over and whispered in my left ear, "Not just yet." He grabbed my hair in his left hand and used his right hand to move the tip of his dick just beneath my aching clit. He gently pulled his dick down; it sprung up and slapped my sensitive clit. I jumped up from the feeling, pushing my ass against him. We both groaned as he continued this until, finally, he slid the tip of his dick into me. I moaned loudly and tossed my hair back. He tugged at my hair, took a deep breath, and then pushed his whole dick into me. I screamed out and shuddered against him. He immediately started to roughly fuck me just like this—all of it, all of it out...

"You like this?" He groaned into my ear and bit down on my shoulder.

"Y-y-yes!" I screamed out, "Oh, Spencer! Just like this!"

He slid all the way out, repositioned his dick, and then slammed back into me. He found my sweet spot—his thrusts against my sweet spot sent hot shudders and the feeling of deep caresses throughout my body. He used his free hand to cup and squeezed my breasts. He pinched at my nipples and groaned and grunted into my ear. He thrusts became harder, faster and erratic as I got wetter and warmer. A familiar tingle started in my belly, making me call out his name. My hot walls started to squeeze and clench his dick, making him feel even bigger; he grunted into my ear, "You're close, huh?"

"Yes," I moaned out, "so close-don't stop."

I felt his grin against my neck. He kissed me a few times before saying, "Beg me. Beg me not to stop."

I started to thrust my hips back against his and moan even louder. "Don't stop, Spencer! Don't stop! Ohh! Oh! I need you!"

"Beg me to make you come," he groaned.

"Ohh," his fast thrusts filled the room with the sounds of our sex, "Spencer! Make me come! I'm so close! Don't stop! Let me come!"

He pulled my hair and then let go of my hair. He squeezed my breasts in both his hands and heaved me up against him. He fucked me feverishly and grunted, "Come on my cock, then." Just a few more seconds and I'd be there, but his dirty whispers made my climax immediate. He groaned loudly while my hot, wet walls squeezed and milked his cock, but he resisted the urge to come just yet. He bit on my shoulder again before grunting, "Do you want me to fill your little slut pussy?"

I just about collapsed. The intensity of my orgasm and his new found dirty talk was too much.

He used his right hand to start slapping at my clit. His voice became aggressive, "Do you want me to fill your little slut pussy?"

"Yes!" I screamed, "OH, YES! YES SPENCER!"

He dug his fingertips into the flesh of my hips and slammed his dick deep inside me. He grunted and shook as spurt after spurt of hot, creamy cum shot from his cock and filled me. Sweat covered our exhausted bodies; we panted for a few minutes before he slid his dick out of me. Our juices slowly started to drip out of my as he rubbed his half-hard cock against my sensitive lips. He kissed the base of my neck and whispered, "You are amazing."

I slowly turned around to face him. I loosely wrapped my arms around him and kissed him gently on the lips. "Like a girl from your dreams?"

He stayed silent and led me to his bed. I lied down next to him as he said, "You're better than anything I could ever imagine."

I kissed him again before sorely walking to the shower. He took a shower after me and joined me under the covers. We slept naked, but we were too tired to do any more.


A/N: NoSkilz: Thanks for commenting again! It's surprisingly hard to write for the Criminal Minds characters. They're super complicated and intelligent in all different ways. I'm hoping to stay truer to them in future chapters.