~Trying to hide something from your coworkers is almost impossible, especially when your coworkers study human behavior for a living.~
Reader, Reid, Hotch, Morgan (ish)
Warnings: NSFW. Smut talking. Smut happening subtly. Comedy.
A/N: This is my first ever CM fic, and my god they’re too smart for me. lol. Hope I somewhat did them justice. :)
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The engines roared; Morgan snored in time with the droning of the plane.
It had been a week. Stressed but relieved that no one else had died, the team headed back to Quantico; mostly silent, alone with their thoughts.
The only chatter came from Reid and Y/N who sat mid plane, playing a game of chess that had been going on forever. Reid was smarter, but Y/N was able to distract him enough to sneak a few choice moves in here and there.
She leaned forward over the board, giving him a nice view of her cleavage, and set her middle finger atop a pawn, deciding.
“The thing about Martin Fletcher,” Reid went on, eyes determined to stay on her hand and not stray further up. “He would technically be classified as a sexual sadist, but when interviewed before his execution, he admitted to the murders but did not express gaining any sexual satisfaction from any of the victims or scenes.”
Y/N shrugged and took her hand off the pawn as a shiver ran down her spine. “Is that so weird? Everyone’s different, Spencer.”
“It’s not,” he agreed, eyeing the board and then Y/N, “I just found it interesting. He said that he liked to masturbate to pictures of classic cars and women wearing latex catsuits.”
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