Spencer Reid had been surprised that he had run into a beautiful woman, albeit literally, but he was even more surprised when Sara invited him back to her place. Her ruse was to show him her collection of books and unwritten novels. But she had other plans for him.
They reached her modest apartment and she unlocked the door allowing the young doctor to survey her domicile. While she wandered around the kitchen, asking if he wanted something to snack on, Reid wandered around her living room. She had a couple of bookcases against the wall, both overflowing with books. There was a lot of Shakespeare on those shelves. "Are you fan of Shakespeare?" Reid asked.
"Yeah," she replied, coming into the living room fully now, "did my senior thesis on him."
"Nice," Reid mumbled to himself. She had a television, but it looked like it was hardly used, the remote gathering dust on top of the set. There was a couch along the wall and small kitchen and dining room. The apartment seemed to lack a touch of personality. But that didn't bother Reid. His own apartment lacked the same touch.
She offered him a glass of water, which he accepted, figuring it was best to purge his system of the espresso recently ingested. He drank slowly, eyeing Sara as best he could without being noticed. When they both had finished, she took the glasses and set them on the counter.
She started walking towards him, slowly backing him towards the couch. She stopped before he fell onto it and reached for him, grabbing him by his shirt. She pushed him down onto the couch and the straddled his lap. "Uh, Sara," he started. "Sara, wait. I hardly know you," he protested.
She leaned over and kissed his mouth. He gave in momentarily at the touch of her lips but then regained his composure and pulled away. "Sara…" he said breathlessly.
"Tell me you don't like it," she breathed in his ear.
"I…I...do," he stuttered. "It's just I don't know anything about you. We just met."
She licked his earlobe and he felt himself go weak. "I'm not saying we do anything today," she told him, tracing her lips down his jaw line. "I'm just letting my intentions be known, Doctor Reid."
"I…uh, understand," Reid said slowly. He was beginning to feel rather uncomfortable. Not in a bad way, but in a way he didn't know if he'd be able to control.
Slowly, Sara climbed off of him and said that she would drive him home. She did, and gave him her number. He, in return, had given her his card, and told her to call anytime.
Once inside his own modest apartment, Reid had immediately run for the shower. She knew he was aroused by what she was doing. And she also knew he wasn't quite sure what he wanted. So she had stopped. If he could have just turned off his mind for a little while, he would have done exactly what Morgan would have done. But Reid was one of little experience and didn't like to flaunt that fact.