A/N: For those of you who asked, this story takes place around season 2. After Reid's kidnapping. I know a lot of other stories have him like, dwell on that experience, but I honestly don't want to include it. I mean, it wasn't really a huge part of anything, by that I mean it didn't really affect anything in the long run. Sure it came back in Season 4 episode 20 'Conflicted', the episode with Jackson Rathbone, and Reid was all mad he didn't remember blah blah blah. And later in season 4 during the whole Anthrax experience. All around I don't think he was absolutely necessary to include it in this story.

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Caitlin slowly opened her eyes. It was rare she woke up on her own. Usually it took a very loud alarm clock or several wake ups by others. A soft mumble came from behind her. She remembered Spencer was there. His arms were gripping her tightly. She giggled at the fact he mumbled in his sleep. Sometimes he'd even talk. She managed to free an arm from his death grip and grabbed her phone off the nightstand.

'6:13' it read. She knew Spencer had to be at work at 7:30.

She turned around so she was facing him. He was adorable when he was sleeping. She smiled and moved closer to him. Caitlin felt something hard press into her stomach. She blushed realizing what it was. She leaned in and kissed his lips for a few long moments. She pulled back and watched him open his eyes. He smiled, closing the distance between them, and kissed her. She pulled away, faster than he wanted. He gently pulled her back to him. All he wanted was to be with her. He laid on his back, and pulled her with him.

Caitlin moved her legs to straddle his hips, so she wasn't squishing him. Spencer's hands explored her body, down her back, over her hips, and stopped on her bum, squeezing it gently. Caitlin moaned into his mouth before parting his lips with her tongue. Spencer tilted his head slightly, his mouth moving in sync with hers.

She grinded her hips into his. He moaned at the contact before moving his hands to her shirt, and lifting it over her head, throwing it absentmindedly across the room. Caitlin lifted her hips off of his, and pushed herself so she was hovering over him, removing her mouth from his. She took a few much needed deep breaths, before Spencer gently flipped her over onto her back. He stared down at her bare chest. She was so fucking beautiful.

He felt his drawers tighten even more, if that was possible. He leaned down and buried his face in the crook of her neck, kissing every spot he could reach. She moaned softly before he trailed kisses down to her chest.

"Spencer…." She moaned as he kissed his way down her stomach. He gently sucked on areas on her hips, leaving his mark. Caitlin curled her hand in his hair. She felt 9,000 miles high, and absolutely nothing could bring her down. Her pulse was drumming, and her breathing was ragged. Everywhere Spencer touched her felt on fire. She felt things she had never felt before as emotions swam through her body.

He kissed his way from her stomach, back up her chest, to her neck, until his lips found hers again. Her arms snaked around his neck, holding him close to her. She had no intentions of being anything but close to him. She pulled him closer, so he was laying between her legs, only thin layers of clothes between them.

Spencer flipped over on his back, and pulled Caitlin with him. She moved her lips from his mouth to his neck, and kissed, sucked, and licked every part she could reach. Her hands moved down to his boxers, which were the only thing he had on. She slid her hands down his drawers and stroked him lightly. He moaned into her mouth. Spencer gripped her sides gently, running his thumb back and forth on her hips, causing her to shiver lightly.

Caitlin slid his underwear down his legs and dropped them to the floor. He flipped her over, and crawled over her, kissing her a few times before discarding her underwear. She moaned when he spread her legs open with his knee. Spencer laid between her legs, the tip of him just at her entrance. Her mouth broke away from his when he thrust into her. Caitlin buried her head in the crook of his neck and moaned at the pleasure.

Spencer went deeper and deeper inside of her. Their breathing grew erratic as time went on. Caitlin wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer to her.

"…Caitlin…." He moaned quietly, his hands gripping her a little tighter.

Their moaning became frequent, as each of them neared their climax.

"Spencer….I….oh god.." She dug her fingertips into his back and moaned as they came together.

She looked into his eyes, neither one of them moving.

Spencer laid down next to her, both of them catching their breath. She laid her head on his chest while he gently stroked her hair.

Minutes of silence passed. He looked over at her.

"Morning." He said break the silence. She giggled and leaned up to kiss him.

"Morning, sunshine." She kissed him again before glancing at the clock. "You'd better get ready. I've probably made you late as it is."

Caitlin stood up, crossed the room to her dresser, pulled out a pair of panties, and slipped them on. She grinned over at Spencer who'd been watching her the entire time.

"You'd better go get a shower. I'll go and get you some clothes." She told him, pulling a shirt over her head.

"Alright."

Caitlin finished dressing, putting the first pair of jeans she could find on. She grabbed her keys and left.

A/N (2): This is absolutely the first smut, sex scene, lemon, whatever you want to call it, I've ever written. I've re-read it so many times I could recite it, checking for perfection. So hopefully there aren't many flaws.

It is officially Spring Break and I plan on writing several new chapters.