A/N:Most of the time, I write Reid as being at least somewhat sexually experienced. This time, I thought it would be interesting to write him as a virgin. I'm interested to see how everyone thinks it worked.
Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds or any character associated with it, no copyright infringement is intended.
The whole drive to Emily's place, all Reid could think about was Alexa Lisbon.
She was the most beautiful girl at his high school. She and her friends, who included the entire football team, thought duct taping a boy to the goal posts out back of school would be hilarious. So, her friend Harper Hillman went to library to lure a 12-year old Spencer Reid to follow her.
"Come on, Spencer," Harper said to him. "Alexa's waiting."
The truth was young Spencer knew it sounded wrong. Why would beautiful Alexa Lisbon want to spend anytime with him? But hope springs eternal, and who doesn't secretly want the local beauty to want him? So hormones and hopes trumped good judgement that day.
Spencer's reward was to be stripped naked, get duct taped to the goal posts on the practice field and have everyone laugh at him.
Is that going to happen tonight?
No. Emily isn't Alexa. Not that she isn't beautiful, but she doesn't have that teenage mean streak. She wouldn't set him up like this.
Maybe.
When he got the Emily's place, he knew what he had to do. He owed it to his younger self not to make the same mistake. Whatever happened at the office, it was a mistake. He just had to correct it, which would be easy. All he had to was to tell Emily how inexperienced he was. She would politely give him a way out and that would be the end of it.
Reid knew this from experience.
On her drive home, Emily wondered if she had taken leave of her senses. No matter how good the sex was, there was no way this would end well. Because what happens next? After tonight?
How would they work together after having sex? It would be weird, awkward and everyone would know something was wrong. She had to put an end to it, but she had to do it nicely. She didn't want Reid to feel hurt. She had to make sure he knew if they weren't working together, it would be no problem.
She felt a deep pang of regret that she wasn't going to have sex with him.
He was a good kisser.
When they got to Emily's place, Reid said," I think there's something you need to know first."
"Oh?"
"I'm not exactly experienced at this."
"At what?"
"You know ... I mean..sex."
"I ..." Emily was trying to think of a nice way to say that didn't come as a great shock.
"And when I say I'm not experienced, I mean I have no experience."
"None?"
"I... I mean I've kissed girls before but...it never got...beyond kissing."
"Why not?" the words were out of her mouth before she could stop him. Her curiosity got the better of her.
"I guess they figured out what it would mean."
"What it would mean?"
"Come on Emily, it's me. What woman would want to have sex with me?"
That was the exact moment Emily's plan went out the window. She decided she would deal with whatever awkwardness came next. She was not going to be one more woman that rejected Spencer Reid.
"Me," she said," I would."
"Emily..."
She kissed him, and for a moment he forgot all about Alexa Lisbon.
But when the kiss ended he said," Emily I ... I mean what I said..about"
"It's okay Reid. I'll help you steer around the curves." Then she kissed him again.
"But... I mean..." he wasn't certain what was happening. Maybe Emily didn't understand what he was trying to tell her.
"I know. You never got past kissing. That's fine. It isn't a weakness, you know."
"Emily I don't you think I understand."
"I understand perfectly. These girls made the mistake of passing on you, for whatever reason. I, however, am woman who recognizes quality when he kisses me. So, let me show you what you've been missing."
There was something in the tone of her voice, an odd mixture of gentleness and firmness, that silenced his protests. As she kissed him again, a thought percolated in his head. She wasn't putting on an act.
She wanted him.
She wanted him.
She wanted him.
She lead him into her bedroom. They kissed some more, then she took off some her clothes. Then she took off his shirt. Then they kissed some more. Then all the clothes came off. Then ...
The room was spinning. Reid just had sex with Emily Prentiss, and it seemed like the room was spinning. He knew what the mechanics of sex were, but he had never experienced them first hand.
He tried to think of words that could describe his feelings at moment. He was trying to catch his breath. He was tired and energetic at the same time.
His mind was flooded by images of women; every women he had ever seen; then those images melted into images of Emily. It was as if she had replaced every other women in the world for him in that moment.
He knew it was stupid, but he couldn't shake that feeling.
"So, what do you think," she asked.
"I don't have the words."
"I do. It was good. You were good."
"Me?"
"Yes. You." Then she kissed him gently on the cheek. "I knew you would be."
Then she kissed him again.
For the first time in his life, Spencer Reid felt desired. He liked it.