teeny tiny bit of smut mentioned, but overall just fluffy goodness

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"Garcia, oh my god, don't make me punch you. I will punch you," you threaten your friend as she laughs evilly. No cases means she's crashing your desk in the bullpen to distract you from your paperwork, as per usual. You roll your eyes as she continues laughing to herself, just flipping through some files and trying to ignore her teasing.

Okay, fine, so you had a one night stand, so what? You're allowed. It's a thing people do. You're a person. Who cares if you woke up in the middle of the night and had to kick a stranger out of your bed for snoring? Sex is sex, plain and simple.

"Ohh, how cute? I want a rating, scale of one to ten," Garcia demands, and you send her yet another glare. Thankfully, Reid walks in, giving you a distraction.

"Reid! Save me!" You cry, mockingly reaching out for him. He smiles, but furrows his brows in confusion. A couple glances between a smirking Garcia and a helpless you give away the situation, though.

"Good morning to you too, (Y/N)," he says jokingly, pulling his messenger bag over his head. You pretend to be hurt, leaning back in your swivel chair and placing a hand over your heart dramatically.

"A friend in distress and all you say is good morning? I was counting on you, Reid," you fake-whine, making Garcia laugh lowly.

"Oh, ho, you were counting on Reid, huh? Well, so was I," she says, and you half-scoff half-laugh. Poor Reid just looks surprised, freezing in his seat.

"Boy wonder! Don't you agree that it's necessary for (Y/N) to tell me how cute last night's one night stand was?" Garcia asks, and Reid shrugs.

"That is a typical piece of information shared with close friends, (Y/N)," Reid reasons, and you groan as Garcia jumps up triumphantly.

"Ha! See that? Now c'mon, spill!" She urges you. You look up to make eye contact with Reid, prepared to tell him he'll regret taking the enemy side. But when you look up and see him biting his lips, you think of a more fun idea.

"Hey, Reid. C'mere," you order, waving him over. He looks around him before standing up, which makes you laugh. It's not as if you'd be talking to anyone else. As he approaches, hands stuffed in his pockets, Garcia sends you a quizzical look.

"Yeah, come on, come here. You said it's something I should share with my close friends. Garcia, could you give us a minute?" You say overly sweetly, and they both finally understand your joke. Reid giggles, shrugging at Garcia as she feigns shock and hurt.

"Reid! I thought you had my back this time, you traitor! Fine. (Y/N), this is not over!" Garcia vows, pointing at you accusingly as she stalks away, kitten heels clomping loudly. You blow her a kiss and shoot her a wink, playful as ever.

Reid smiles at you before turning to go back to his seat, but you grab his wrist and stop him. He swivels back around, eyes wide and curious. You take a deep breath, trying to keep the flushing of your cheeks to a minimum.

"Okay, I know this may be a bit too much, but, uhm, you're our resident genius, and I kind of, sort of, I mean, I trust you, you know, and I-"

Reid stops you there, placing a hand on your shoulder reassuringly. Without saying a word, you know just what he means. Stop worrying, I'll listen.

"Okay. Here goes nothing. So, uh, obviously you know I had myself a one night stand, and, uh, there's just something that was said to me that I- I, well, I wanted to know if it was real or not. And I thought, well, if anyone would know, it'd be you," you explain to Reid. He nods and leans on your desk, half sitting down.

"Is it- are women supposed to, uh, to orgasm multiple times in one... session?" You whisper, not exactly ready for the entire bureau to know you're questioning the normal amount of orgasms. Reid's mouth drops open slightly as he looks at you, concerned.

"Women are capable of orgasming repeatedly, yes. I'm surprised you don't know that," he mutters, and heat rushes to your face. Dammit.

"Of course, every female's body works differently, and many women need lots of stimulation to reach a climax. Still, though, for the most part any girl who's patient and willing can indeed orgasm multiple times," he elaborates, and you chew on your lip thoughtfully. You think back to all the times you've tapped out and missed out on plenty of fun.

"It- it's called over-stimulation, and, uh, many people class- uh, classify it as a kink," Reid mumbles, pushing some hair behind his ear sheepishly. His sudden nervousness makes you think, and after a minute of contemplation, the realization slaps you in the face.

"Oh my god, Spencer Reid has an over-stimulation kink!" You exclaim, jaw dropping. A very flustered Reid shushes you harshly and looks around, wary.

"Don't yell it! Besides, you didn't even know what that was five minutes ago," Reid retorts, and you giggle, hand over your mouth.

"I can't believe it. Spencer Reid, a freak in the sheets," you say appreciatively. He shys away, shaking his head. You poke his side, accidentally making him jump in your attempt to grab his attention - and in hopes you might cheer him up.

"I won't say anything to the others, Reid, you have my word. But no promises about teasing you," you taunt. He rolls his eyes, but also sends you a nonverbal thank you. You smile, poking him again.

"I bet the girls are really into it too," you say, grinning evilly. Your subconscious is telling you to draw the line before you pass over into awkward territory, but you can't help yourself. It's just too funny and too cute to see Reid all embarrassed and nervous.

But suddenly, his body languages flashes to tell a different story. He stands up a little taller, looking you right in the eyes.

"You're right, they do love it," he says confidently. Your jaw drops as he turns and walks back to his desk, visibly proud of himself. Once he's seated, he glances back to see you still frozen in place.

"That was super fucking suave, Reid," you say, busting out into impressed laughter. He smiles back, gazing up at you even though his head is lowered over his papers.

Learn something new every day, right?

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"(Y/N), Reid, you two wait at the station to meet families. I want the rest of you with me combing over the crime scene," Hotch orders, standing up from his seat on the jet. You all nod, each mentally prepping for your assignments. What the others don't know is that while they're planning walk-throughs, your preparation mostly includes deep breaths and suppressing thoughts.

It's been a couple weeks since you and Reid had the over-stimulation conversation, as you've come to call it. You can't get his smirk out of your head. His confidence. God, it makes you ache. You had always known he was attractive and funny, but you saw him in more of a brotherly kind of way. Then he opened up that side of himself, and it was like flipping a switch. Reid is, of course, the same person, but still, you feel like everything is exciting and new. As stupid as it is, talking to him gives you butterflies now.

"Hello? (Y/N), are you listening?" Reid asks, tentatively poking your shoulder. You jump to attention, turning to him in the seat next to you.

"Somebody's distracted today. Thinking about your new guy, (Y/N)?" Morgan teases from across the table. You slouch back in your seat, rolling your eyes.

"Why does everyone always assume I've got a new boyfriend?" You say, exasperated. Prentiss smiles devilishly at you, sitting directly across from you in the window seat. Morgan laughs, too.

"Oh, honey, we did not mean boyfriend. You're a hit it and quit it girl, through and through," Morgan retorts, and you again roll your eyes. Reid shifts uncomfortably in his seat, which you try to ignore. It's probably just Morgan's crude language that's getting to him.

"What makes you so sure it's not a boyfriend?" You answer, not one to let teasing slide. Retaliation is mandatory. Prentiss leans forward a little, eyebrows raised.

"What, so you are in a relationship?" She questions, and it's your turn to smirk. You shrug, watching her contemplative face carefully. Morgan scoffs, shaking his head.

"Uh huh. And Reid has a girlfriend," he says offhandedly. You blink a couple times, finding yourself kind of irked by his dismissive tone. Reid just swallows and shifts some more, and it makes you even angrier. He won't defend himself, you know he won't. Sure, it's mostly harmless teasing, but putting the same person at the butt of your jokes gets old eventually. Even between friends.

"I bet he does. And I'll bet she's lucky as hell, especially since he can-" Reid cuts your sentence off abruptly, snapping his head to glare at you. You shut your mouth, feeling guilty that you were about to spill his secret. Morgan and Prentiss both look between you two like you're a tennis match.

"Uh, are we missing something here? Anything you wanna share about Reid, (Y/N)?" Prentiss asks, her interest peaked. Reid shoots you another look, and you do your best to apologize through your eyes.

"One minute," Reid says curtly, jumping up from his seat and heading over to the coffee bar. You sigh, watching him walk away for a second before deciding to follow him. You notice Morgan and Prentiss sharing a look out of the corner of your eye, but force yourself to not care.

"Spencer, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, you know that. I admit I shouldn't have even stepped in, but it just pissed me off to see them so dismissive of you. You could woo any girl you want and we both know it, so it just-" you don't finish, quitting when Spencer meets your eyes. You can't decipher his expression, but your best guess is some weird mix of anger and curiosity.

"Any girl I want?" He repeats, anger dissipating. You let yourself smile a little, nodding at him. He fully turns his body to face yours, taking a step closer.

"You think that any girl would go for me?" He asks again, and you smile wider. You're pretty sure you know what he's trying to say.

"Well, no one could resist you after seeing you act confidently. If you did that again, I'm positive any girl would fall at your feet," you tell him, and he licks his lips thoughtfully.

"When we get back, I'm driving you to my favorite takeout place and we're ordering everything," he whispers, making you giggle. You nod triumphantly, restraining yourself from kissing his cheek in fear that the team would see.

"How's that for confident?" He says, eyes on the floor as he licks his lips and brushes past you. You sigh and close your eyes, unable to stop smiling.

"Perfect," you whisper to yourself, immensely pleased. You almost can't believe you just got Reid to ask you on a date. God, this case had better be over quickly.

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"Oh my goodness, this is amazing!" You exclaim, quickly taking another bite of food. Reid laughs, sitting in the driver's seat and watching you scarf down your food. You shovel more and more into your mouth, completely overwhelmed by how good it tastes.

Reid kept to his promise, and you were sitting in the parking lot of his favorite takeout place. Being in the passenger's seat of his car is hardly romantic, but you don't mind at all. It's Reid. He could've taken you to the literal dump and it would have been more glamorous than your shared work.

"Hey, hey, pace yourself! We'll never get through four bags of takeout if you eat that much of everything!" Reid fights you, sending you a warning glare. You brush him off, taking another bite.

"Uh-uh. This stuff is so much better than you described, and I am not missing out on a single bit!" You insist, and Reid laughs in defeat. You're fairly sure you hear him mumble something along the lines of 'You'll be sorry,' but you ignore it and hand him a fork.

Two bags later, you're ready to throw up. Reid is happily munching away and picking at his container, and just looking at him eat is making your stomach hurt. You groan in pain, way overstuffed, and Reid giggles.

"You know, (Y/N)-"

"Say I told you so and I'm throwing you in the nearest ditch," you threaten him, and he chuckles, shaking his head.

"We study serial killers for a living and have a much higher probability of committing a more expert murder than most groups, yet you choose a ditch as your method of killing me?" He asks doubtfully, and you shrug.

"Don't tell me you have the perfect murder planned out, Reid," you say, leaning your head back against the headrest and laughing to yourself. Reid lick his lips excitedly, and you have to mentally prepare yourself for the cute rambling you're nearly positive is to come.

"We've encountered a good deal of immensely intelligent and sometimes even dumb but egotistical killers, and one of the most common claims among them is that they 'committed the perfect crime.' These types of killers are always surprised to be caught, but if it were me, I'd never be caught," he explains, putting down his fork so he can fidget his hands. You close your eyes, smiling to yourself.

"Alright, enlighten me. Tell me your perfect murder, Dr. Reid," you encourage him, and he shifts so he's sitting up even further in his seat.

"It's simple. The perfect murder is the one that never happened," Reid says, visibly proud of himself with a beaming smile. You laugh and nod, sitting up too.

"That's pretty good. Even if it is a cop-out," you say nonchalantly, knowing the exact effect it'll have on him and smirking when it works.

"What? That's not a cop-out, it's the right answer. If you don't commit murder, you're never caught for it," he says defensively. You shrug again, not looking him in the eye even though you know he's staring intensely at you.

"Yeah, sure, that's a great good-guy answer. But where's the sulfuric acid? The traveling state lines? C'mon, Reid," you say, but he just gives you a weird look.

"What, do you have the perfect murder planned out?" He asks slightly horrified, and you blink a few times before averting your eyes, suddenly embarrassed. I mean, yeah, you had critiques and tips for murderers. It kind of came unintentionally with the job.

"What? No. No, that'd be creepy," you say, and thankfully, Reid laughs - even though it's just at your poor lying skills, his happiness means a crisis averted.

"Thank you. For this. For going out with me tonight. I thought that maybe- well, nevermind. You proved me wrong. Thank you," Reid stumbles, smiling sheepishly. You're about to tell him he doesn't have to thank you when he's the one who is showing you a good time, but you're startled by the thought he never finished.

"Wait. What did you think that maybe?" You ask him, and his eyes shoot up to yours, confused.

"What?"

"You just said you that that maybe something, but then I proved you wrong. What did I prove?" You repeat, and he moves his gaze down again, clearing his throat.

"I, um, I was worried that maybe you only agreed to go on a date with me because I introduced you to having multiple orgasms," he mumbles, and you know you shouldn't, but you burst out laughing. His eyes scan you worriedly as you clamp your hand over your mouth, trying to reign in your laughter.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry. That's a fair thought, I guess. It's just- that's so not true. I admit that finding out you have an over-stimulation kink is definitely hot, and it definitely helped me see the other side of you, but I wouldn't have said yes to you if all I wanted was sex. If all I wanted was sex, we would've wrapped this up an hour and a half ago," you explain, still giggling as you look at how shy Reid is right now. He nods, smiling to himself at your reassurance. Then suddenly his face shifts from content to utterly confused, and you feel concern swell up in your full stomach.

"Wait, did you just call me hot?"