Disclaimer: I own only the plot line.
"Is it everything you dreamed it would be baby girl?"
"Nope."
He quirked an eyebrow. "No?"
"No it was better." He smiled as she snuggled into him and he kissed the top of her head. She was right. It was better.
"So my statuesque chocolate god, how much energy do you have left?"
"Ooo what did you have in mind my goddess?" He asked, kissing her neck. He ran a hand down her back and she shivered with pleasure.
"Sundaes."
He paused.
"What?"
"Sundaes. You know, vanilla ice cream, chocolate sauce, whipped cream, cherries and," She stroked from his chest downward. "Nuts."
"Sundaes."
"Yep."
"Baby girl you are strange."
"Yes my love I am."
~~~***~~~
He shivered as the slippery coldness slid down his chest. The ice cream was quickly followed by hot fudge and multicolored sprinkles.
"Did you really have to add the sprinkles?"
She paused in shaking the can of redi-whip.
"No, but they go great with chocolate." She said with a wink.
He growled low in his throat. She squealed and squirted whipped cream on her finger. She licked it off and he moaned.
"Oh stop teasing me beautiful."
"Beautiful? Is that it?"
She straddled his waist and pressed the nozzle of the redi-whip on his collar bone and made a stripe down his chest, ending where she was sitting. She maneuvered herself and licked the whipped cream off, working her way up.
"Sexy, Amazing, Gorgeous…"
"You're getting there." She snickered.
~~~***~~~
"So sugar, you worn out yet?"
"Not even close cupcake." He said, swiping a stray cherry and popping it in his mouth. "Now its my turn."
His husky voice made her squeal with delight.
~~~***~~~
"Morgan! Wake up!"
Hotch's voice broke through his sleep. They were on the plane to the site of their next crime scene.
"Sorry." Morgan said, rubbing his eyes and sitting up. "Late night."
"So who's the flavor of the night?" Prentiss asked snarkily.
"A cupcake with sprinkles. Where are we at?"
"We're about five minutes from our landing site. So we're probably over Choteau. Which is a small town in Montana--"
"I meant in the case Reid."
"Oh."
"We haven't made any headway. We're waiting on Garcia."
Just then Hotch's phone rang.
"What you got for me?"
Everyone was silent for a few minutes.
"Ok thanks Garcia. Yeah I'll tell him." He hung up and relayed the information. "The victim is Victoria Rogers. Blonde, blue eyes, throat slashed and raped. Matches the MO of our serial killer. Oh and Morgan, Garcia says you need more sprinkles."
Morgan was glad he didn't blush easily.
*Just a side note: No Mogan is not dreaming all of it. When he's with the group he just fell asleep on the job. Garcia wore him out ;)