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Post Halloween fic just for the heck of it + I miss writing fic.
Reid/review?/Enjoy please
They look like broken teeth, bits of molars and incisors in the palm of his hand—
Nerds.
He pops them in his mouth by the handful, rolling them around on his tongue, letting the compacted sugar grate and dissolve.
Morgan's eyes Reid as candy goes from hand to mouth- something niggling in his stomach as the candy disappears.
Reid glowers at Morgan as he tries to suggest the unthinkable.
Put. The. Candy. Down.
"No." Reid says with such finality it's almost comical as his grip tightens on the bag- if only it didn't harken the memory of sleepless nights and the shivers so bad it made Morgan's heart ache in his throat.
Morgan puts a steady hand on Reid's shoulder.
"Damn Pretty Boy- You're near thirty years old and you're still stuck on Halloween candy?"
Reid turns- eyes wide in indignation and disbelief.
Morgan almost expects him to growl and nip his hand.
"Says the one who gives me descriptors like 'pretty boy' and 'Kid' as terms of endearment. I think you should leave me and my candy alone." Reid says, a smile crouching in his voice as Morgan rolls his eyes.
Reid looks down at the candy in his lap, pulling out a golden butterscotch, popping it into his mouth and sucks on in with a thoughtful look.
He roots in the bag with determination, hand full as he taps Morgan's hand. Morgan arches a brow as a mini mountain of barrels of rootbeer flavored candy settles. A small smile pulls on his lips.
"Thank you Reid." Morgan says as he places the candy on the table; he takes one, clear wrapping crackling in his hand- he places it on his tongue, rolling it around, enjoying it.
He looks over to find a wispy smile on Reid's face- and for a second Morgan swears both their hearts stop and breathes hitch.
And then the moment passes- the candy dissolved on their tongues- its sweetness lingering in their mouths.
A/N: Um…today was one of those days where class was not an option so instead I find myself in the corner of the library hugging my giant Eeyore and typing this (sad no?)
It's like everything's in a tunnel and I can't reach anything. So…weird pre-slash drabble bit junk falls out of my head.
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