spencer reid - one shots.

5. spontaneous

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      "Why the hell are we talking about
this?? Again??" Astrid Winkler furrowed her eyebrows, shooting her fellow teammates a glare because they'd brought up the word 'sex' for the umpteenth time tonight.

"What's got a stick up your ass?" Derek Morgan snickered, slinging an arm around the woman's shoulder as she rolled her eyes with annoyance. "Or, maybe your lack thereof?"

"Fuck you." Astrid said in a defensive and disgusted tone, shoving him off of her and scoffing dramatically.

"I don't see the problem here, I mean, we're all friends. Ever heard the term friends who watch porn together stay together?" JJ asked.

"This is completely inappropriate." Astrid grumbled, shoving her hands into her pockets.

"Agreed." Spencer Reid nodded, putting his finger up, an indication that he was going to begin one of his infodumps. "Actually, most couples who are open about their sexual fantasies have a 75.7% higher chance of staying together until death, rather than a reserved couple at 39.8%. So, JJ—I guess you and Will must be doing pretty good then." He said with a shrug.

"Oh Spence, we're doing more than good." The blonde woman smirked jokingly, making the man's head cock to the side with slight confusion. He was so innocent at times, Astrid thought.

Spencer proceeded to shrug, continuing to speak. "In addition, in a recent study done where couples voluntarily cheated on their spouses—they found that most partners secretly revealed feeling more excited having sex with someone they knew, such as an acquaintance or even a friend." Spencer said, nodding innocently; the man probably didn't even understand his own words, Astrid figured. But she did—the first place her mind travelled was sleeping...with the guy that all of this information was spewing out of.

"So...you're saying that when I get married I should cheat on my husband?" She asked him.

"No, I'm saying—well, the study is saying—that having sex with a friend or acquaintance isn't as terrible or scientifically mentally degrading as people make it out to be." Spencer said in a matter-of-factly tone, glancing down at her.

Astrid blushed, suddenly feeling uncomfortable under his stare—although she was already to begin with due to the topic. "Hm. Interesting." She grunted.

"In addition, there's another study that shows that—"

"Alrighty Spencer, I think we've had our fair share of sex trivia for tonight." Astrid said, cutting him off and making his eyebrows furrow in an storable manner.

"You sure?" He looked at her, almost suggestively. Astrid's eyes widened at the small smirk displayed on his lips. She remembered the few drinks Spencer had earlier on the jet, deciding that that was why he was feeling a little bolder than usual.

The woman nudged him in the arm playfully. "Yes, I'm sure."

"Okay." Spencer muttered, incredulously looking down at her and still smirking.

"You know what we should talk about, though?" Morgan asked their little audience. "How much action Astrid gets behind doors." He teased, ruffling the woman's hair. She became red as a tomato, smacking the man in the back of his head. "What?? Everyone on the team basically knows each other's turn on and offs by now, but since you're a newbie—"

"I'm not saying anything, Derek." Astrid glared, blushing furiously now at the all too personal talk they were having.

"Boo you. Don't be lame."