Spencer Reid didn’t consider himself to be cold. Simply.. hardened.

You would be, too, if anyone you’d ever cared for had left. First, his dad. And, then, in his adult life, the pattern simply repeated. Gideon, Elle, Morgan, Alex, Hotch, and then Garcia. He always wondered what could possibly be so great, beyond the BAU. Eventually, he left, too, in hopes that he could find out.

No such luck. Though he taught his classes on profiling with a fervor unmatched, he thought nothing would ever be able to fill that gaping hole. Until he met you.

You were everything he wasn’t. Happy, full of life. You brought a bright energy, a light, into everything you did, one he hadn’t seen in himself in years. Only, one problem. You were his Teaching Assistant.

You were the forbidden fruit, and he was simply a man.

You were a temptation, one that he knew better than to give into. Yet, when he lay awake at night, you were the spotlight of the fantasies he indulged himself in. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn’t help himself. He wanted to test his theory, to crush the fruit in his hands and watch the juices drip down his arm. His dirty, calloused hands slick with the sweet liquid of desire. Would he still want it the same?

Today was no exception. You come in early, bright as the sun itself, and happily place a cup of coffee on his desk. He looks up at you, having previously been absorbed in his work, but he pauses to acknowledge you. The beautiful, ray of light that was you. He takes a sip from the cup, and the sweetness of the drink was a welcome surprise. You knew his order.

“Thank you,” He says, watching you as you take a sip from a cup of your own.