Fill for the prompt ReidxMaps: Staring across the room as requested on Tumblr. This is a joke, ok.
They were in the conference room, going over their newest case. Hotch's voice rambled on, but for some reason Reid couldn't focus. "Unsubs like this one are likely to exhibit paraphilias that will drive their entire existence…"
Map was looking at him.
"Their objects of their attraction seem to call out to them, and the call is almost too strong to ignore…"
Reid's eyes darted to the opposite wall, where Map was pinned to the evidence board. Didn't she know what she was doing to him, sprawled out like that? Didn't Map understand how her exposed mountains and valleys made him squirm?
He shifted in his seat.
"They will often feel compelled to act out their fantasies, exhibiting sexual behavior that, to us, seems foreign and extreme…"
Map fixed Reid with a look he knew to mean that she wanted him. Her highways needed to be touched, her flowing rivers begged to be caressed. He drummed his fingertips on the tabletop—cold, unforgiving wood. Not like Map's gentle, worn edges. A bead of sweat rolled off his brow. She was begging him silently, in a language only they understood…and he could not deny her any longer.
"Okay, everyone, wheels up in thirty minutes." The team got up, leaving the room one by one. Reid sighed as the last of them shut the door. Blessed, sweet relief. They were alone.
He crossed the room frantically, his hands finding the crinkled spots they knew all too well. And as he sank into her soft folds, he whispered,
"If loving you is wrong, then I don't want to be right."