"You used to get it in your fishnets, Now you only get it in your night dress..."

Fluorescent Adolescent, one of your favorite Arctic Monkey's song, is currently playing in your head as you are in his bed. There you both are, in the same situation you both were at college.

Even after all these years, you couldn't help but fall right back in his bedsheets, just like happened when you both were young and wild. Except for the fact that you both are now 35. And you both work for the government: he works at the BAU, you work for the NSA.

You haven't seen him for at least ten years. But then Mandi, your college roomie decided to set up a reunion with everyone from your ex class. You absolutely hated your classmates, but you decided to give it a chance anyway.

And the moment you saw him again, you knew you needed to live again that sensation of pure ecstasy that only Spencer Reid himself could provide. And he fell right into your trap.

You deserved a night of fun cause your work was literally suffocating you. You deserved it. It was for your own's sake.

You used to be so young, careless, rebel and wild. You kinda missed it.

But then you understood why you changed. Because the aftermath of this situation is totally embarassing. You are in Spencer's bed, both of you underneath the sheets. You slept in here tonight (you two only slept for like four hours, though).

He is still sleeping, and damn. He is just so beautiful and hot. But you need to leave before he wakes up, so you slowly stand up from his bed, noticing that you were sleeping in just your lingerie, and you quietly start to put on your clothes-of-the-night-before.

After a few minutes, you hear a sleepy, tired voice behind you.

"Are you going to leave without saying goodbye first?"