I'm a political science major with the goal of getting into law school—Duke's to be exact. I'm a junior at Duke right now, so it doesn't feel too farfetched to think that I can get into their law school. So what am I doing in the Richard White Lecture Hall? Well, right now I'm walking out. Spencer Reid just gave a lecture focusing on the "in depth personality traits" of psychopaths and serial killers. A lot of people wanted to go tonight since he covered psychology and the hard medical details—do I really care about studying that? No, but my friend has a terrible cold, so I took her seat and filmed his presentation for her.

Franklin jogged up to me and shoved his hands into his pockets, "Who'd think that North Carolina could get this cold?"

I laughed. We're both from southern California, so anything below seventy is basically freezing. "Well, I'm pretty sure Mr. Reid over there can warm this place us."

Franklin laughed and slid his left hand out of his pocket. I immediately wrapped my right arm around his; we walked close together and giggling over tenth grade sex jokes all the way to the Trinity Café, which is only several buildings up.

Franklin sighed, "If only Agent Morgan came out here too."

I grinned, "Oh Frankfurter, one day you'll find the man of your dreams."

He laughed and playfully rolled his eyes. Franklin bought a small black coffee while I bought a small roll of salmon sushi and a small cup of Italian Roast. We sat at a larger table with some of our friends who also set up shop here after Reid's lecture. Half of our conversation consisted of thought provoking conversation about the facts Reid shot at us while the rest of our conversation was dominated by dark humor about the serial killer's potential ethical dilemmas. We all laughed obnoxiously until we spotted Spencer Reid walk in and look at the sandwich choices. We knew he knew that our complete focus was on him, especially as we whispered. I wasn't paying too much attention to them though; his short hair flopped in the front and curled back up a little bit, his navy blue slacks, stripped blue and white button down and matching navy blue vest were just loose enough to be comfortable but tight enough to show that Morgan obviously has dragged him to the gym a few times—he's still a somewhat skinny and awkward guy, but he's even more attractive than a few months ago when I saw an interview of him on the news.

"What are you thinking?" Frankfurter asked before sipping his coffee.

The rest spoke just above a whisper, but I forgot to bring my voice down, "I wanna fuck him."

They were all quiet for an awkwardly long ten seconds while he looked over his shoulder with concerned eyes. I sucked my lips into my mouth, blew up my cheeks and slowly looked to the left at Frankfurter while quickly turning red. The whole table exploded with laughter while I popped my last piece of sushi in my mouth, lidded my coffee and shot up. I handed Frankfurter Desiree's camera and mumbled through my full mouth of food, "I'm gonna gew ta my derm."

They continued to laugh while I left and probably for a long time afterward. I stopped walking about ten feet outside of the building to carefully take the lid off of my hot coffee. I walked back over to the door after I licked the lid and tossed it into the trashcan. I sighed and smelt my coffee before sipping at it, though I nearly choked as Spencer Reid came outside. He looked at me and suppressed a laugh while I turned red and spat my coffee all over my hand. I sighed from embarrassment and wiped my hand against my pants. I tried to walk by him as quickly and quietly as possible, but he started to walk with me. I looked at him and tried to not stutter out an apology, but he cut me off saying, "You're the girl who sat in the second row."

I nodded and mumbled out, "Right in the middle."

He sighed awkwardly, "You obviously know my name, what's yours?"

"Tesla Totter."

"Totter?"

"Totter," I smiled and forced back a laugh.

He nodded and smiled, "You slouched back in the seat and made faces."

I laughed awkwardly, "I'm majoring in politics—"

"Taping it for a friend then?"

"Yeah," I nodded.

He asked before taking a bite out of his turkey sandwich, "Then why the faces?"

I shrugged, "That's sort of just my face."

He laughed and almost choked.

I laughed, too, and added, "I originally planned on going to bed at six tonight. I was hoping to sleep for fourteen hours, but Desiree's cold has worsened severely in a short amount of time."

"Is she your dorm mate?"

"No," I took a quick sip from my coffee. We continued to walk straight, though aimlessly; my dorm is clear across campus, but even if it was the next building, I'd keep walking with him. "We met during our freshmen year. We were both a part of the FOCUS program," I shrugged, "we've been friends since then."

Spencer nodded at me and took another bite from his sandwich.

"Would it be ridiculous to ask—?"

It looked like he swallowed his food whole. "For me to profile you?"

I laughed nervously, "Yeah."

"No," he smiled. "I think I've seen you enough this evening."

I stopped walking and stared down at my red Peter Pan boots. I smiled at my cute boots and scraped some snow around. I drank some more coffee and looked up at the starry sky. "What do you think?"

Spencer ate more of his sandwich before saying, "People are immediately attracted to you—you're energetic and funny, and even though you get terribly obnoxious, it becomes a charming factor for you."

I laughed and looked at him.

He smiled semi-awkwardly before taking another bite of his sandwich. He looked me over a few times and said, "You're a social butterfly. People give you their attention regardless, but you enjoy being a part of things."

I gulped down the rest of my coffee and nodded.

He watched me crush my paper cup, "You're right handed. You're the dominate role in most of your relationships. You need to have control—no," he shook his head, "you need knowing and feeling secure. You like being in groups and having the attention partly because you're radiant and people find you charming, but you have control issues."

Somewhat embarrassed, I nodded with concession.

He just looked at me.

I folded my arms and tucked my hands in the warmth under my triceps, "I'm the youngest from a single parent household. My mom's extremely bi-polar, my sister is extremely self-centered and selfish and my brother is bi-polar and borderline schizophrenic."

"Which is why you've stayed on campus over the break?"

"That," I sighed, "and my mom and sister ended up moving to Elizabeth City. I spent Christmas with them, but I came back for the workshops over break."

Spencer nodded and then said, "Maybe a lighter topic, huh?"

I laughed and nodded. I zipped up the remainder of my leather motorcycle-like jacket and started to walk again. "Are you leaving tonight or do you have a room in Durham?"

"I have a room in Durham." He adjusted his grey scarf by tucking it inside his wool blazer.

I smirked. I've never been one to pass up an opportunity and this encounter will surely be the last time I ever see, let alone talk with Spencer Reid. "It must be nice to have a room to yourself. All the traveling with your team must erase privacy."

He nodded, "It has its downfalls. You get used to it after a while, though."

My years of being an attorney in Mock Trial have prepared me for statement rebounds, "Is it lonely traveling just you then?"

He shrugged and opened his mouth, but a spark lit in his eyes. He licked his lips, breathed in deeply and swallowed the excess spit in his mouth. "I spent my day exploring Durham before the lecture tonight. It's odd going places alone."

I nodded, "I've shared a room so long—even before dorms—that I don't know how I'll function properly when I have a place all to me."

Spencer flashed me a small smile, "It was rather awkward settling into my hotel room alone this morning."

I didn't bother to hide my smirk, "You think you'll feel awkward tonight?"

He shrugged, a small grin stretching his pale lips, "I don't know." He looked at me, "Care to accompany me?"

I held back a laugh, "For scientific purposes of course."

"Oh of course!" He laughed, "The subject cannot record himself."

We walked into Durham, but he flagged down a cab for the rest of the trip. He rented out a suite even though he's leaving tomorrow in the early afternoon, but I didn't complain. I left my boots by the door and hanged my jacket up in the nearest closet. He did the same before giving me a quick tour of his top floor suite, which ended in the large living room-like area. I grinned at him and said, "I'm not one for sofas. What does your room look like?"

Spencer laughed awkwardly and led the way to the large bedroom: a king bed was against the far wall and smack down in the middle of it. He turned to me and began to talk, but I kissed him instead. I parted from him and said, "I have a ten o'clock class in the morning."

His voice expressed his confusion, "That's twelve hours from now."

I nodded and wrapped my left arm loosely around his neck while running my right hand from his shoulder, up his neck and into his short hair. "And yet I'll be getting few hours of sleep."

He laughed and started to kiss me. Our excited hands fumbled with buttons and zippers; we danced out of our pants and shimmied out of our tops. With only our socks left, he fell on top of me after I stumbled backward and onto his bed. He used his left hand for balance and his right hand to feel the curve of my body while feverishly kissing my neck. I moaned at his touched, but I pushed him off me and to the side so I could straddle him. Spencer sat up while I rested my hips above his. He looked surprised, so I reminded him, "You're the one who noted that I assume dominate rolls."

Spencer laughed and started to run his hands up and down my sides. He kissed all over my neck and collarbone before cupping my ample breasts and kissing them all over. I giggled from the tickle of his short, groomed, beginnings of a beard, but softly moaned when he took my left nipple in his mouth and licked and sucked on it. I tangled his puffs of short hair in my right hand while scratching at the base of his neck with my left hand. He kissed and sucked his way over to my right nipple in his mouth to do the same. I slid my hips front and back while softly moaning. He ran his hands down my smooth back all the way to the small of my back. I kissed him deeply, moaning against his lips, before we rolled back over with me underneath him. His hands roamed my body, squeezing at my hips while he kissed his way down my flat, almost totally toned tummy. I groaned with frustration as he kissed, licked and sucked on my inner thighs. He cupped my firm ass in his hot hands while blowing cool air up and down my wet slit. I looked down at him, bit my bottom lip for a minute and then choked out, "Please?"

He laughed quietly while spreading my legs as far as they'd go. I propped my upper body up a few inches with my hands behind me and watched as he finally gave me a few quick licks. I groaned and tossed my head back as he started to lick my wet folds and gently nibble at my outer lips. He squeezed my ass in his hands, lifted me off the bed a few inches and immediately intensified his licking. He licked and sucked everywhere but my clit; my legs started to shake with my desire, so I looked down at him as he looked up at me. I begged him to pay my clit attention between my moans. I felt his lips turn into a short-lived smirk before he lightly tapped on my clit with the tip of his tongue. I groaned and tugged at the covers with my fingertips, but I nearly collapsed when he sucked my clit into his mouth and licked it fast and hard. The combination of his lips quickly sucking and releasing my clit while his tongue swirled around it and flicked nearly set me off the edge, but I actually did collapse when he slid his right index finger into my wet, aching pussy. My moans immediately became louder with the new, added stimulation. He had to stop squeezing my ass, but I was already pumping my hips up, so he used his freehand to squeeze my right hip while he slid in his middle finger, too.

"AHH! FUCK! I'M—I'M GONNA CUM!"

Spencer groaned and released my clit. He took his fingers out and started to rub my clit in fast circles; he watched me squirm before kissing my nearly dripping hole. He licked me again and groaned, "Go ahead, cum," before sticking his tongue inside me. I tried to wrap my legs around his upper torso a little to get him closer and deeper, but he reacted without my assistance. He quickly tongue fucked me while moving my clit in fast circles until I screamed from the intensity of my orgasm. He licked up my juices for a minute after I came before he shuffled back on top of me. He watched as I struggled to regain my breath, but once I was breathing somewhat normally again, he kissed me roughly on the lips. I groaned against his lips and slid my right hand down to his hard dick. His hips jumped from my touch; I rubbed my thumb over the tip and down his rock-hard shaft. He softly groaned from my slow hand job, but I let go and stopped kissing him. I whispered out, "Do you have condoms?"

He nestled his face into my neck, "Aren't you the same Tesla who has deep rooted control issues? Surely you're on the pill?"

I rolled my eyes, "Do you really think a girl with deep rooted control issues would take any chances?"

He laughed, kissed my neck and rolled off me. He dug through his suitcase on the dresser nearest us and pulled out a small box of Her Pleasure condoms. He tore through the first condom from nervousness, but he carefully tore the top of the second package and unrolled it onto his stiff, thick dick, then raced back toward me. He climbed back on top of me and rubbed the tip of his dick up and down my soaked pussy. I groaned at the feeling and ran my hands up and down his sides and back. He circled my hole several times before slowly pushing the head in. I moaned directly into his left ear while he slowly slid two more inches in, slid out, then slid back in, but added an inch. "Oh—oh stop for a second."

He grunted something out and paused. I huffed from the pleasure and my burning desire while I slowly readjusted my hips and loosely wrapped my legs around the middle of his torso. He wiggled a bit, which slid his dick even deeper than before. I groaned and arched up a few inches. I scratched as his shoulder blades before looking into his hazel eyes and whispering, "I want every last inch of you."

He groaned in compliance and kissed the base of my neck and my collarbone. He teased me for a few more thrusts, but I pumped my hips up while he slid into me, causing us both to shudder and groan. He began to pump all eight inches of his thick, hard dick in an out; he was slow at first, but the louder and more intense my moans became the harder and faster he fucked me. I couldn't help but to tighten my legs around him and slam my hips up to meet him. He took advantage of my arching to kiss and nip at my nipples; I shook and screamed out when he moved to the left. He kept fucking at my sweet spot and kissed anywhere he could while I moaned and groaned out his name. It didn't take long after he discovered my sweet spot for me to dig my nails into his back and moan out, "Oh-oh-oh God! I'm cumming!"

Spencer's thick dick rubbed my sensitive pussy walls while his tip continuously rubbed my sweet spot. His breathing was loud and brutish as he groaned out, "Oh fuck! Oh fuck! So tight, so good." I came almost immediately; I shook against him, wrapped my legs around him like a steel bow and enjoyed the tightening earthquake-like spasms my orgasm flooded my body with, the same spasms that tightened around Spencer's aching cock, forcing his own violent orgasm. He collapsed on top of me; his panted and huffed into my neck, and I into his, for several minutes until he rolled off me. He turned his head to the right and looked at me. I looked down at his semi-flaccid cock and smirked. I slowly rolled up, took my time to regain my regular breathing, and then stood up. He watched curiously—his face looked worried, like I was just going to leave, but I surprised him by carefully rolling the condom off and tossing it into the bin by the bed. I started to gently lick and suck on his dick until it was completely hard again. He groaned and looked down at me. "You're a fucking angel."

"Tesla for short."

He laughed and so did I.

Spencer slid his left hand under his head for support and his right hand in my loose, basically destroyed, auburn braid. I slowly started to deep throat him; once I was comfortable with his thickness and length, I softly cupped his balls and gently kneaded them in my hand. He groaned and tangled his hand in my hair. "Oh sweet God. Oh fuck, Tesla."

I would have smirked, but my mouth was busy.

I kept going until he started to buck his hips up. His eyes locked onto mine and softend with sadness. I laughed and said, "I need you hard."

I straddled him, but he stopped me by grabbing my hips, "I don't have another condom. I broke the first of two."

I frowned but then I said, "I've been on the pill since I was a junior in high school—four years."

He bit down on his bottom lip and stared at the one inch of air between his needy dick and my aching pussy. "Are—are you sure?"

I nodded. "You're a doctor. You don't have any diseases."

"That's the worst profiling I've ever heard."

"Good thing I'm learning how to make laws then."

He laughed and started to squeeze and knead my hips. I pressed my left hand against his chest and used my right hand to separate my lips while I slowly descended onto his dick. I slowly slid down the whole thing; I rested and adjusted to the new position; he feels so much deeper, his thickness stretching me in a new way. He wiggled his hips excitedly and looked up at me with a desperate smile. I half laughed, half moaned—the look was funny, but he filled me more than I could think possible. I slowly started to ride him; he slid his hands up and down my body again, cupping and squeezing my tits while I squeezed the muscles in his arms. He started to buck his hips up while I slid down his dick. I started moaning loudly again. I leaned down and arched from the pleasure. He sat up a bit and whispered, "Let me fuck you harder."

I groaned at the sound of his voice. I looked at him with bedroom eyes, "How much harder?"

He pulled at my braid, immediately invoking a deep moan from me. I stopped riding him and pressed my chest against his. I moved my hips in circles and enjoyed just how deep he was while he pulled at my hair and whispered, "You're usually dominate. You want someone stronger—you want someone to dominate you."

"Mhm hmm."

He cupped my ass with his left hand, his right hand still tugging and twisting my braid, "So let me flip you over—fuck you like crazy."

I groaned and kissed him quickly.

He let go of my hair and cupped my face. He stared into my clouded eyes.

I shook my face free and nibbled on his left ear before whispering, "Then fuck me silly. Fuck me with every last inch."

A deep moan escaped him. He yanked my hair back and moaned out, "I'm gonna fill you with cum."

I just about came at his words. He flipped us over, putting me back on my back and then slid out of me. I got up with him; he spun me around and pushed me over. I got on my knees and opened my legs for him. Spencer slammed his dick in me and grabbed my outer thighs. He lifted my legs off the bed pulled me back onto him. I moaned out his name, but I started screaming out for him as he slammed me. I tightened my legs around him, letting him free up his right hand to rub my aching clit. I put my forearms down in a plank position and rested my weight on them. My legs were so tightly around him that he started to use his left hand to rub my clit and alternated from pulling my hair to spanking me. I came violently and screamed out his name twice before he finally shouted out, squeezed my hips, buried his dick in me and came. Soon after, he let me go and we both collapsed on the bed.

We laid on his bed for half an hour, panting and joking until I looked down at his dick and noticed he was hard again. I sighed from exhaustion and asked, "How are you not tired out?"

He laughed nervously, a little bit of the shy boy coming out of the newly confident man. He looked me over once before whispering, "How could I be flaccid when you're so beautiful?"

I blushed and kissed him. I slowly shuffled on top of him, but then he said, "Stand up for a minute."

I nodded in compliance and stood. He stood up too, turned me around, and then sat at the edge of the bed. He gently squeeze my sides and kissed the small of my back before whispering against my soft skin, "Sit down, like this."

He scooted back a foot so I could sit on him comfortably. I stood up a little bit again so he could press the tip of his dick into my wet pussy. I slid all the way down, moaning the whole way. He cupped my breasts in his hands while I got a rhythm down. He started to buck his hips up while I rode him faster. I tossed my head back and to the side so he could kiss my neck and nibble on my ear. "Ohhhh," I groaned, "Oh Spencer, fuck me harder."

He slipped out of me and shot us up. He quickly bent me over and slammed back into me. "AHH, FUCK!" We both screamed with pleasure as our sensitive parts slammed together; his big dick slammed and stuffed me as he started rubbing my clit again. He slid his dick out when I started to shake and fingered me for a few minutes. He twisted his index and middle finger while sliding them in and out. Once they were soaked, he had me turn around and straddle him again. I rode him on the bed again, but as we got closer to our climaxes, he slid his soaked index finger into my ass. I shook from surprise and pleasure. He bucked his hips up while continuing his fingering.

"OH FUCK! OH FUCK! AHHH! SPEEEENCERR!"

I came hard on his dick, but he rode my orgasm out, which brought out his own. His hot load squirted deep inside me; I slid off his dick and collapsed on top of him. He loosely wrapped his arms around my waist while we both panted and awkwardly ignored the feeling of his cum seeping out of me. We kissed for a few minutes before I showered and he tossed the top layer of sheets off of the bed. I climbed into his bed while he took a shower; he spooned me while I feel asleep. I had to leave in the morning, but we exchanged numbers—a piece of paper Desiree and Franklin tried to steal from me.

He may be back in D.C., but he's already urging J.J. to take cases in North Carolina.

A/N: I've had four hours of sleep and need to leave my house in twenty minutes, so I'll just spit out replies:

MRP: Thanks. :)

Eva: Thanks. :) That's a really nice compliment and I appreciate it. :)

BP: I super hate Bella and Edward, and I think that Ron and Ginny should never be at the same sex party. Sorry.

chekerbox: Hope that was enough dets. :P