A/N: This is a short-chaptered fic. I have tried to make the chapters a tad longer than they are, but they aren't too long. The story itself, I feel needs to be this short. Reid/Hotch. Rated M for events to happen later on in the story.
I don't think I need to hear you say you love me, I really don't. The need that I want from you is unbearable though. I know that you want me. I can feel it. Every time I pass you, I see that hint of lust in your eyes. It's a shame that's all I'll ever see. You can't love me, it's forbidden and my love, I know, oh, I know how deeply unrequited it is. Someone like you wouldn't love someone like me.
It doesn't matter if it was for one night only that you wanted me or a fumble around in the supply closet. Lust is always evident in your eyes. Every time you look at me and every time you pull me aside, listen to my theories when we're out in the field, I see it. I see that you want me. Need me even. But that need is not as strong as the need I have for you.
That's all I am to you. A need when you are sat alone at night, urgency, an escape. I'm a piece of meat to you, but that's okay. Those looks, that smile, the way you bite your lip when my trousers are excruciatingly tight, the subtle way you lick your lips when you've seen me in the shower room, pulling on a fresh shirt, when it's tight, when my chest is wet.
Don't say you love me; it'll only hurt me more than loving you does.