This is the NSFW part of the story, so if sexual content makes you uncomfortable or is simply not your cup of tea, best skip to the end :)

Also, I don't think I have to tell this to anyone, but this is fiction, not a how-to manual. Please always practice Safe Sex to ensure your comfort and safety.

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Austin's bathroom was small, barely fitting a shower, a toilet and a sink. There was no space to keep any distance between them and Austin didn't mind at all.

Spencer had unbuckled his vest and Austin stepped up to push it from his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Her fingers ran over the collar of the shirt he wore underneath, trailing over buttons and slowly starting to undo them, his heart beating against his chest. She could feel it against her palm, her own echoing his rhythm. Every inch of skin she uncovered made her own feel tighter, her fingers running over his flat stomach, just skimming the edge of his trousers. He inhaled sharply and Austin smiled, suddenly in the mood for teasing.

Instead of starting to work his belt, she took a step back in the minimal space her bathroom offered them and tugged her shirt over her head.

PhD or not, he was a man like any other in this regard – his eyes were glued to her chest, his Adam's apple bobbing in a dry swallow.

"You promised to give me a hand?"

His eyes ghosted over her features, hungry but careful, as if he wanted to gauge her honesty, her desire. Whatever he found must have been good because he bridged the space between them, careful palms running over her shoulders, outlying her chest and feeling her through her bra before his hands wound around her back, his fingers finding the clasp. His breath was whispering across her neck, hot and dry and her own mouth suddenly felt parched.

She wanted to kiss him.

Her bra came undone, dangling from her shoulders before he tugged it off, his eyes burning as they memorized everything he had just uncovered.

Austin lifted her hands to run them through his hair, something she had wanted to do ever since he had first talked to her, and marveled at the soft strands slipping through her fingers before dragging him down.

He followed willingly enough, his lips slotting over hers with a breathless sigh that Austin felt all the way to her toes.

He was surprisingly good at this, his lips molded to hers, following her cues, his tongue adapting to her rhythm, one of his hands clasped around her hip and pressing her close, the other devoted to her breasts. It was almost like he was trying to see what she would react to, pinches, massaging pressure or feather-light brushes, reading her as if she had written the answers on a blackboard.

It was driving her insane.

"Spencer …"

He licked her lips, his mouth hot and greedy. When they separated it was only an inch, his quick breath whispering across her moist lips, his eyes nearly black in the low light. Her fingertips prickled as if she's been electrified and she followed her impulse, letting them rake through his hair before slipping across his shoulders and tracing his collar bones before settling onto his belt.

"Let's get in the shower."

The harsh clank of his belt buckle hitting the floor, quickly followed by the rustle of his pants was only overshadowed by the soft groan escaping his throat when Austin chucked her own jeans, stepping out of them so the only thing she was left wearing were small black panties.

The next thing she knew his mouth was back on hers, her body held to his chest while his hands wandered over her hips, legs, his fingertips skimming the edge of her panties before molding to her ass, pulling her close. She could feel the bulge pressed against the soft flesh of her stomach, impressive and barely restrained by the cotton of his briefs, chasing a shiver of anticipation up her spine.

This time Austin was the one who couldn't stop a small groan from escaping, her hips rolling of their own accord, searching for friction, pressure. His breath stuttered.

"Shower," she reminded herself. She didn't want to do this before feeling fresh, allowing the memories to sluice off with the dirt and sweat. She wanted them to be driven away by his heat, the feeling of him, her pain overwritten by the pleasure he could give her.

Her fingers hooked into the elastic band of his briefs, feeling him twitch against her.

"Alright?"

He nodded mutely and Austin didn't waste any more time, drawing them off and freeing him, her thighs pressing together as something inside her melted when she saw all of him.

He stepped out of his briefs and she hastily discarded her own underwear, wanting to get rid of all the barriers between them as quickly as possible. Her body was hot and throbbing, her core clenching around nothing and she knew if she didn't get in that shower right now she would beg him to take her over the sink.

Steam filled her bathroom as she turned on the shower, the tinkling drizzle of water against the tiles building a background melody as Austin led him under the spray. The hot water had a tendency to run out quickly and she wanted to make the most of it while it lasted.

His hair looked darker as it turned wet, strands clinging to his long neck and just trailing the edge of his sharp shoulders, clear pearls dotted across his pale, unblemished skin. For just a second he looked almost too pretty to be real, the water caressing him with trickles that ran over his chest, his stomach, into the dips of his hip bones …

And then he was kissing her and Austin's thoughts turned from admiration to desire, her hands following the path the water had shown her until she took hold of him, sitting heavy and silky hot in her palm. His hips twitched and he groaned into the kiss, deepening it.

Austin shuddered when she felt his hand trail across her abdomen, his long, beautiful fingers slowly mapping every inch of her as if he wanted to catograph it later, curiously trailing her navel, the crease of her thighs, until he circled her core. His movements were unhurried and exploratory, as if he couldn't feel the desperate need that held Austin in its grip, causing more than water to run down her legs.

"Spencer," she half-begged, half-commanded, and he must have understood because his fingers slipped inside and her knees almost buckled at the sudden stretch. She could feel each knuckle, her mind unhelpfully supplying the image of his elegant digits which were fit to lovingly stroke the keys on a piano, though now they stroked something completely different, just as slow and exploratively – and then he suddenly found what he'd been searching for and they curled inside her, pressing against a spot that made her cry out.

Holy shit.

His thumb circled her from the outside while his other hand cupped her tender breast, and Austin was so overstimulated she actually forgot to move her own hand in more than short strokes. His lips trailed from her mouth to her neck, sucking and placing tender nibs while his hands continued to work her independently and Austin couldn't fathom how he managed to concentrate on so many things at once.

And then he squeezed his fingers deeper, increased the pressure of his thumb and all thoughts were wiped from her head. Her back was pressed against the cool, slippery tiles behind her and she was grateful for the hold, the stability they offered, as she unraveled under his touch.

Austin braced herself with both hands on his shoulders, feeling the slippery skin warmed by the water and his coursing blood, her panting heavy and quick.

"Spencer, I'm close, don't stop."

In answer he took her in another kiss and sped his fingers and then – she shattered, her voice turned into pants and moans, her nails biting into his neck, while her whole body trembled with mind-numbing pleasure, closing around his fingers in a tight grip as if she wanted to keep him deep inside forever.

Austin wasn't sure how long it continued but she gasped for air when she felt she could finally breathe again, after-shocks making her thighs shake while her insides fluttered and twitched in helpless waves. Spencer withdrew slowly and carefully and she clenched around him until there was nothing to hold onto, his long fingers dripping.

He mumbled her name, his voice reverent and Austin leaned back to catch his eyes, his pupil blown wide with arousal.

"How …?"

He grinned, his hair mused and his eyes sparkling. "I'm good at multitasking."

He said it with such honest conviction that it became the strangest, most endearing brag she had ever heard. Austin pulled him into another kiss, overcome with an unprecedented tenderness that directed her movements, slow and intense.

When they parted her eyes fell from his face to his straining erection, throbbing and flushed, looking sadly neglected. The water from the shower had turned cool and one of her fumbling hands found the knob to turn it off, all thoughts of soap or shampoo long forgotten.

"Let's go to my bedroom."

Austin couldn't bring herself to care about the trail of drops and puddles they left in their wake, as she led him from the hall to her room, his talented fingers woven between her own. She could sense his eyes on her backside, her legs, her ass, and put a bit of extra sway into her steps, listening to his breathing sped up.

Once inside her room, she turned around and softly pushed him back until his knees hit the edge of her mattress and he fell down to sit on the covers, looking up at her for a change. There was something close to awe in his expression.

Good.

Swinging her leg over his lap, she settled down, his throbbing heat pressing against her stomach. His pelvis rocked up without control and Austin smiled indulgently, putting a restraining hand on his hips.

"You're clean?"

"I, err – yes."

Something about the evasive way he answered made her lean back, her eyes inspecting the blush creeping up his cheeks.

"You got tested recently?"

"Ah, no, I … actually, I can't have anything. Because … "

Austin's eyes widened.

It's his first time?

"You're kidding me – how come you're so good at this, then?"

His blush deepened.

Austin wasn't stroking his ego though, her words were completely genuine. He had played her as if he had done it thousands of times before, confident and skilled, always knowing where to push and press without floundering once.

"I have … a lot of theoretical knowledge. It's actually just simple anatomy and biology."

Austin couldn't stop the grin spreading across her face. It's like he didn't even realize how remarkable he was.

"Hmm, what about chemistry?"

"Of course, chemistry as well, sexual intimacy is a trigger for the three most mood-boosting chemicals, dopamine, endorphins and oxytocin which have actually been found to reduce anxiety, depression –"

"I'm teasing, Spencer." Austin leaned down, letting her words whisper into his ear. "Can't believe I'm the lucky girl who gets to benefit from all that theoretical knowledge. Want to apply it in practice?"

His voice turned hoarse. "Yes, please."

One of her hands gripped the hair at his nape and he gasped as she drew his head back, her other closing around him and leading him to her heat.

Sinking down she felt him slide inside her, stretching her to the limit until she felt so stuffed it danced on the edge of pain, a deep moan escaping her as she finally felt him settle fully. His fingers clenched on her hips, his grip so forceful she hoped he would leave bruises, imprints of himself that lingered beneath her skin.

"Good?" she gasped, relishing the way his eyes blinked up at her as if she were a goddess, something he couldn't grasp or explain. His chest heaved with his breath, a groan catching on his exhale.

When Austin lifted up inch by inch he whimpered and a shiver slipped down her spine at the noise, causing her to settle for a slow, delicious rhythm, each roll of her hips accompanied by that perfect noise. She wanted to draw this moment out, make it last, leave him with a memory so profound he would come to seek it out again and again – because Austin already knew that this one night wouldn't be enough for her.

He was simply too fascinating, this contradiction of a man, moving clumsy one second and with fluid grace in the next, being insecure and confident in equal measure, calm in the face of danger but flustered at playful interactions, dominating a room with his knowledge and now submitting so beautifully to her movements, panting and holding her as if she was the only thing that mattered, the only thing anchoring him here in reality.

Austin could feel the tide of her pleasure building within her, riding the waves of their shared heat with increasing tempo, the slap of their bodies growing louder and faster. Austin tightened around him as she combed her fingers through his long hair, relishing the way he bit his lip, his eyes hooded and deep, never once looking away from her face.

A part of her wondered if he was reading her microexpressions right now, if he could see how much she wanted him, how good he felt inside her, so big and heavy, and the thought made her even wetter, the sounds of their joining becoming sloppy and filthy.

Following her impulse Austin took one of the hands bruising her ass and pressed it against her stomach, letting him feel the bulge of him hitting her deep inside.

"Austin – wait, I'm – this is …"

"I'm so close, Spencer." She pressed their bodies together, increasing the friction of his pelvis against her clit, her breasts rubbing across his chest, her nipples as hard as pebbles. "You make me feel so good, you're going to make me come, I'm so full with you, can you feel it?"

He gasped, his hand pushing harder against her flesh, his hips coming up to meet her in a brutal fashion that belied his tame appearance. Instinct was taking over as he was holding her against him, pressing up as if he wanted to get even deeper, as if he wanted to pierce right through her with every buck of his hips.

Austin cried out, her back arching as her orgasm overtook her. "S-Spencer!"

Her movements turned frantic, her fingers scrambling across his back, neck before she buried her nails in his upper arms, holding on for dear life as she unraveled, her cries turning to moans and mewls, his voice barely more than a hoarse shout when she felt him pulsing inside her as he followed her over the precipice, hot and wet, her own body clenching down as if she wanted to milk every last drop from him, take everything he could give her and more.

Her pulse was rabbiting at her throat, her skin slicked with sweat and their shared release, her legs trembling so much that she had no choice but to sit down fully, her weight causing him to twitch one last time inside her. Their panting was mirrored, as he was holding her eyes, the moment feeling more intense than anything she had felt before.

"That was …"

"Perfect," she finished for him, pulling him forward so she could draw him into a long, lingering kiss.

"Thank you, Spencer," she whispered against his lips.

He tugged her even closer though they were already pressed together, joined intimately. "What for?"

"You turned this night from one of the worst in my life into one of the best."

He blinked. "I – Me, too. I didn't think it could ever be like this for me."

Austin hummed questioningly, peppering small kisses over his lips, across his cheekbones until she reached his ear, biting down softly.

He swallowed a moan, his fingers clenching against the marks he had left on her. "My head, my brain, it's always noisy. Usually there are so many thoughts at any one second it's hard to – to just live normally, I always assumed intimacy would be difficult but right now … I feel so good, so calm. Everything is silent."

Austin leaned back, stroking a strand of his hair away from his face. "Silence is good?"

"So good."

The way he groaned those words was downright filthy. Austin felt a bit like a cat who had gotten the cream, smug and completely satisfied as she slowly lifted from him, a deep-seated leisurely feeling coursing through her blood despite the fact that she could feel fluids run down her thighs.

And then he suddenly sprung up, all long limbs and flopping hair. "Wait here!"

Austin just blinked as his naked backside disappeared through her door, her own body too heavy to do more than slump back onto the bed. Spencer returned in seconds, having taken the time to pull on his briefs, carrying a glass of water and one of her towels.

"So you can sleep peacefully," was the only explanation he offered as he kneeled down before her, those talented fingers stroking up her calves, slowly parting her legs, cleaning their shared mess up.

Austin suddenly felt more vulnerable and at the same time more cherished than ever before.

He offered her the glass once he finished and she took it mutely, taking a sip only to realize how parched her throat had become and quickly draining it.

"Thanks."

He smiled, looking a bit bashful.

Austin laid back on the bed, dragging her covers over her hips but holding one corner up in invitation.

"Stay," she mumbled, comfortable and sleepy. "I want you here, Spencer."

He settled down on the edge of her mattress. "I – I want to, but once we get airspace clearance the jet for Quantico will be –"

"Shh." Austin gripped his hand and tugged him fully onto the bed, letting his hand fall back onto her waist, where it belonged. "Stay until then."

"I – Alright."

The mattress shifted as he laid down, holding her carefully as if she were made from spun glass, as if he hadn't moments before driven into her with all the force in his body. Austin closed her eyes and snuggled closer, relishing his scent. Gone was the appeal of his cologne, washed off in the shower, but he smelled real, alive, a bit salty and warm.

Austin barely woke up when Spencer left, only the impression of a kiss lingering on her forehead accompanying her into her dreams.

"How are you feeling?"

Austin strode across the asphalt of the hospital's parking lot, the midday sun beating down on her though she could hardly blame it for the warmth spreading through her when she heard Spencer's voice.

"Great. I told my HMO I got abducted by a serial killer, so they gave me free dental x-rays."

She could hear him chuckle on the other end of the line.

"I'm glad your trip to the hospital wasn't too terrible, then."

"Yeah, my doctor gave me a clean bill of health. He told me I could even go back to work if I wanted to."

"All right, back to bartending."

"No, I quit that job."

Because every time she thought about the small corner out back where she had liked to go for a smoke, where the killer had fought her down, Austin could smell bleach lingering in the air.

It was time for a new chapter – maybe a new city.

"My recent brush with death has inspired me to pursue a different career."

"That's – that's very exciting news. What's, um, what is the new job path?"

"Well, I was thinking about taking up magic." A teasing smile played around her lips while she checked her watch. Right about now … "Have you opened the package yet?"

She could hear faint rustling.

"What is this?"

There was a lingering moment of silence and her smile widened. If everything went according to plan, right now Spencer should be holding his own business card, a clear outline of her lipsticked kiss imprinted on the back.

"Is this your card?"

She could hear the answering smile in his voice. "Yeah, it's my card."

Austin allowed the moment to linger a second longer, strangely nervous. It wasn't at all like her to care so much about someone's opinion but somehow she couldn't fight the jittery feeling now she knew that her trick had worked, that Spencer held a reminder of her in his hands, something more than sparse text messages or a random call.

It was Spencer who continued, his voice hesitant.

"I – Actually, I don't think I'm supposed to say this, Morgan would certainly advise against it and he is usually right when it comes to these things, he has a lot of experience with women, but I just want to be honest, I … I miss you."

Austin did her best to stamp down the butterflies fluttering in her stomach.

"Actually, I thought I would use this time-out for a road-trip, visit a few cities – maybe DC."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"That's great!"

Something in her chest unclenched at his honest enthusiasm.

"I mean, only if you want to do it, the distance from Atlanta to Washington is 637 miles, which translates into nine hours and nine minutes by car, provided there is no unusual traffic and you drive at an average of seventy miles per hour –"

"Are you secretly looking this up while we're talking or do you really have all those random facts just stored away?"

"I-I like statistics."

"Don't get me wrong, Spencer, I think it's hot."

He sounded a bit strangled. "Hot?"

"Mhmm, all those things you know so much about rolling down that talented tongue …"

"I, err, I'm at work."

Austin laughed.

"Are you teasing me?"

"Dead serious, Agent."

"I'm not sure you are."

"What about a motorcycle, is it still nine hours and nine minutes?"

"Motorcycles usually have less travel time, especially in areas with high traffic, but they're also more than 18 times as likely to be involved in a fatal collision as cars."

"Don't worry about me, Agent, I know what I'm doing – maybe I should take you for a ride."

There was a short, breathless pause.

"You are teasing me."

"But I'm serious, I'd love to take you for a ride, nice and long –"

"I'm in a government building," he whispered, sounding almost scandalized. "Surrounded by profilers."

"You're only making this more enticing for me."

"You're mean."

"And you're too cute for your own good."

"Cute is not an attribute most men are comfortable with, it implies a lack of masculinity."

"But I'm not talking to most men, am I?"

It was only as she spoke, that Austin realized how much she meant those words – they had shared only one night together, one fantastic, mind-blowing night, but she found herself thinking about him all the time, wondering what he was doing, if he was tugging at his vest or the sleeves of his buttoned shirts, if he was clutching the strap of his over-shoulder bag like a lifeline or if his fingers lingered on the butt of his revolver, if he laid awake thinking about her.

Spencer was special to her.

"I want to see you again, Spencer."

There was a second of startled silence on the other end of the line.

"Yes, that sounds – I would also like that, I think."

Austin smiled, starting to walk across the lot towards her Harley Davidson Softail 94.

She always went after what she wanted, and she always got it in the end.

And right now, she really wanted Spencer Reid, all of him, from his long hair to the soles of his converse, from his nervous smiles to his bruising grip.

"It's a promise."

And she intended to keep it.

That's it! Let me know if you enjoyed this short detour into yet another fandom (I can't help myself) ^^ I had a lot of fun giving Austin a bit more screen time and Spencer a steamy scene and I hope you did as well.