Addiction
Disclaimer: I owned nothing but the ideas
Before you read any further I am in the UK we are seriously behind on Series 11 and I am trying to avoid spoilers. Obviously this week's big ep 'Derek' has aired in some countries and I have unfortunately caught a few bits through social media promos. So this is not cannon but it is for my Morgan/Garcia shipper friends.
This drabble is using the Alice Cooper song Poison as a prompt.
. . .
I want to love you but I better not touch (Don't touch)
I want to hold you but my senses tell me to stop
I want to kiss you but I want it too much (Too much)
I want to taste you but your lips are venomous poison
You're poison running through my veins
You're poison, I don't want to break these chains
. . .
His eyes glazed over as he watched her ruby red lips move. His imagination making connection it really shouldn't, not about his best friend, but he couldn't help it. As she traced the glittery silver pen across her bottom lip she nibbled the end unknowingly seductively.
He closed his eyes suppressing a moan. Oh what he would do for those lips to be wrapped round something other then a glittery pen, or for him to be the one nibbling at that very same bottom lip. Even the thought of it was too much for him. It was a good job there were others in the room or . . .
Opening his eyes he glanced round, no one seemed to have noticed he was else where, they were all too busy listening to her and studying the files. Just what he should be doing and wasn't, but she was so perfectly distracting. Her generous curves being everything a woman should be. How he'd love to trace each inch of her beautiful body, his fingers literally tingled at the thought of her soft peachy skin.
Biting his own lip he dragged his eyes away from his Baby Girl and onto the files, but nothing made sense in his love drugged mind. How was he supposed to focus on such horror when he was in the presence of perfection?
Desperately he tried to push back the images that had flooded his mind, of her on his bed groaning out his name, breathless and wanton. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat – he needed to get a grip. He was in a room full of profilers – someone was soon sure to notice he was there in body but not in mind. Luckily that hadn't happened, so he added a few nods and grunts of agreement to cover for his ever over-active imagination that was running riot yet again.
. . .
As everyone got up and began to leave the room, Derek sat for a moment, trying to finish the last piece of the police report he had already read four times without making any sense.
Aware of a shadow being cast over the file he looked up, catching his breath as she hitched her hip up to perch on the edge of the table.
"You okay Hot Stuff?"
He nodded, words failing as his mind once more kicked into one of its favourite fantasies.
