Conflict of Interest

5. Wildest Dreams

Hands tangled in soft brown waves, tugging slightly as your lips crash against each other's. That was the dream, well, part of it.

Thinking your teacher is hot is one thing. Dreaming about showering with him is a whole 'nother ballgame.

As the day goes by, even while training, while trying to focus on classes, etc, images of the dream flash through your mind on repeat.

You're in the shower, not the ones on campus, more like one you'd find in your average home. Spencer steps in with you, you're not sure where he comes from, but dreams work in weird ways like that. His hands cup your face gently before they slide down your arms. He holds your waist. It's like everything is happening in slow motion. His hands trail up, massaging your breasts while he finally presses his lips to yours.

It's slow at first, mouths moving together gently. Though before you even realize it, you're up against the shower wall, lips working on each other's roughly, tongue and teeth added into the mix. Your hands reach up to his soft curls, tugging on them as he bites your bottom lip.

And that's when you woke up. Well, when Nina yelled at you to "Turn your damn alarm off and get your ass out of bed!" She's not a morning person, definitely more aggressive about it than you.

Your cheeks burned red when you got out of bed this morning, the dream fresh in your brain.

Even now, at 1:36pm, six hours since you woke up from the dream, the thought of it still makes a blush creep up onto your face. Class is about halfway over, which means you have to face the man you were naked and wet with in your dream in around thirty minutes.

You hope to God that you won't be noticeably awkward in his class today, but your prayers probably won't he answered on that.

"Girl, what has been with you all day?" Nina asks as the two of you walk side by side to Dr. Reid's room.

"What do you mean?" You ask, trying your best to sound completely oblivious.

"You've just been acting weird."

"I'm just exhausted. So ready for the weekend."

"I hear you there," they sigh.

You don't dare look his way when you walk into class. You sit down in your usual seat and grab your notebook, trying your best not to be seen or heard. Like a lion before pouncing on its prey... which is a totally awful analogy to think about since you don't plan on 'pouncing' on Dr. Reid.

"Hey, I'm so sorry, but I have a lot of work to do. Is it okay if I don't stay after today?" You ask Reid after class, still not daring to look him in the eyes. The two of you made a schedule where you stay after class 3 times a week to help him, if he's there of course.

"Yeah, no problem," he tells you. "Good luck on your work, though I'm sure you don't need luck."

You give him a half ass smile and leave the room. You've got to get over this dream thing. It was just a weird image your mind created while you were asleep. It happens to people all the time. It was a fluke in your subconscious mind.

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... is what you would tell yourself, but this now marks the third dream is as many nights about Dr. Spencer Reid. It's getting a little concerning. Being in his class just feels awkward, and after class is even worse.

Luckily for you, today was one of the days you did not have to be alone in his classroom with him. You went straight to your room, his being the last class of the day, and got started on an assignment.

After finishing, about two hours later, you decide to go on a walk. You're hoping it'll clear your head.

As you feel the Virginia breeze blow through your hair, the images of Dr. Reid in your shower and under your body swarm your head.

The latest dream, last night's, consisted of the usual making out and touching. That escalated quickly though, and eventually, he was under you. You straddled his hips, yours moving forward and backward as you rode him.

This is getting out of hand. However, you're quite glad you won't have to see him for the next few days since it's Thursday evening. Tomorrow is just the physical training, not the brain stuff, and the weekend is all to yourself.

You sigh in relief at that thought and head back inside and to your room.

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"Wait you're having what?"

"Weird dreams," you say, voice still down low.

You and Nina thought it would be nice to get dinner and drinks since it's Friday night.

You're not going to go into detail about the dreams.

"About?"

"You're going to make fun of me," you frown slightly from the opposite end of the square wooden table.

"I'm not going to make fun of you."

"Okay well you're going to be inappropriate about it."

"Just tell me!"

You lower your voice and lean in. "They're totally unprofessional dreams about Dr. Reid."

"Oh my gosh really?"

You nod with a sigh.

"I don't blame you," Nina smiles.

"It's not me! It's my stupid subconscious mind."

"Well, whatever it is, I wish I could have fun dreams like that. Mine are always filled with weird clowns and my parents mad at me for not being a doctor, so pretty much my usual life."

"These dreams are not fun. They make class so awkward, I had to come up with an excuse to not stay after class yesterday because I felt so weird about it."

"You're overreacting. This type of thing happens all the time, I'm sure it'll blow over."

"Yeah, you're probably right... oh fucking shit. You're shitting me," you stare behind Nina.

"What?" She asks, turning around.

There he is. At the same restaurant you are with an attractive muscular man. I thought this only happened in dumb movies.

Spencer gives the two of you a little wave. You return the gesture, feeling ten times more embarrassed than you were two minutes ago. At least there was no possible way he heard your conversation.

Nina turns back around with a smug smile.

"Not a word."

She throws her hands up in defense. "I wasn't going to."

"Mhm."

1076 words. ahhh also yesterday was my first day of junior year and i'm already ready for summer again