~Mismatch Love~
Morgan watched as his genius danced around the kitchen to the music that was playing on the radio. Reid was cooking breakfast for them like he always did. He always gets up before Morgan does, saying it's a habit from his years living with his mother.
Judging from the smell, Reid was cooking pancakes and bacon. He was wearing one of Morgan's shirts, which was about three sizes too big, and a pair of his pajama pants, which were rolled up but still too big. Morgan was surprised that Reid could dance so easily since he was a bit rougher than usual on him last night. Their last case hit closer to home for him and, thank all that is holy in the world, Reid understood his need for contact last night. The pale skinned male haven't detected him yet, so Morgan decided to make his presence known before Reid started the next batch of pancakes. "Smells good, Pretty Boy."
Morgan watched with amusement as Reid jumped and turned to face him. His pale face was flushed pink and looked angry, which made him look oh so cute. Garcia would have jumped him, squealing, because of how adorable he was looking. Morgan shook his head. Garcia was the one who got them together. Both he and Reid share the very, very, very possible theory that she slipped something into their coffee that morning.
"Really, Morgan! Was that necessary!" Reid managed to ask out while trying to calm down his pounding heart. Morgan shrugged and walked over to Reid. Wrapping his dark arms around the shorter man's waist, Morgan whispered sweetly into a blushing ear.
"Yes, it was. I just wanted to see you blush. As Garcia would put it, you look so lovable. More so than usually." Reid's pink face suddenly changed to a dark shade of red. It only got (somehow) brighter when he felt Morgan mutter something along the lines of "Got to make sure I take pictures for Baby Girl."
Reid just sighed and wrapped his own arms around the shoulders of his lifelong love. He laid his head in between Morgan's shoulder and throat, like what Morgan was doing to him. Clooney came running in a few short seconds later and Reid removed his arms from around Morgan to pick up the dog. Morgan smiled as Clooney curled into Reid's arms and growled happily as the warmth from their chests pressed into his sides.
It was a strange site; a large dark skinned male hugging and loving a small pale skinned male with a dog pressed between them. They were so different, so mismatched. Yet they loved each and were only whole with the other. It was like two different pieces of a puzzle that shouldn't fit together suddenly fitting perfectly. It was their mismatched love and life, and they were loving every minute of it.
