With your previous boyfriend, you often — too often for your liking — had to fake your... Pleasure. In bed. The man was not good and had no idea what he was doing, and made no effort to know you or how your body worked. Sure, you could just not fake it and let him know he failed, but he wasn't a nice boyfriend and would end up blaming you. So, you just faked it.

Of course you broke up with him — he was insufferable, for heaven's sake, failed to do everything, not only please you. He didn't like it, but— Who cares?

With Spencer, though... You... You never had to fake it. Never once. Ever. Fair, he was older than you — Spencer was 36 now —, but being older doesn't necessarily meant a man knew a woman's body. But Spencer Reid was not only a fast learner — he cared. Spencer wanted you to be as pleased as you had him, and considering you had him wrapped around your finger, Reid would do anything and everything to please you. Not only in bed, of course.

Tonight, as the two of you laid on the bed after a couple of hours of... Well. You felt like telling him. He deserved to know, and you knew it would feed his ego — which you liked very much, since he deserved to have his ego fed.

"You know..." You said, shifting to lay on his bare chest under the white sheets of his bed. "I never had to fake an orgasm with you."

Okay — that took him by surprise, but Spencer simply chuckled, wrapping an arm around your back to pull you even closer to his chest.

"Really?" Asked Reid. "Never, ever? Not even when you're tired after work and I am being all... Needy?"