I Own Nothing…
So it was either s.i. or write a fic…
I wrote a fic.
R/R/E(?)
Morgan yawns, stretching out on his couch as the credits scroll. Rain thrashes against the window; the wind rattles the panes of glass. Reid shivers.
"I'm not sure how I feel about that ending… am I supposed to feel sympathy for the hebephiliac or the sadistic teenage girl? I mean"—
"Don't psychoanalyze the film—please." Morgan chuckles at the indignant look on Reid's face. "What? We do enough profiling at work; give your brain a rest Kid. Just enjoy it. " Morgan ruffles Reid's hair, getting up to take out the dvd. Reid takes note of the time.
"I'd better get going if I'm going to catch a"—
Morgan's eyes go wide.
"You are not going out there. It's raining cats out there."
"I'm pretty sure the correct idiom is 'it's raining cats and dogs.'" Reid rolls his eyes as Morgan sticks out his tongue.
"You're staying the night." Morgan puts simply. Reid starts to protest, but Morgan shoots him a look- his words die on his tongue and he sinks into the couch. Morgan gives a satisfied smirk as he turns to put the movie back in its place in the collection; the news plays softly in the background.
Lighting sears the sky- hot white fingers scrape across the windows as rain lashes out. The crack of thunder is so loud it rattles in Reid's chest.
There that distinct fizzle as everything that's connected to electricity shuts off. Reid blinks- startled in the abrupt darkness. The tendrils of fear quickly creep through him.
"Morgan?" Reid's voice a little high as he stares straight ahead, eyes struggling to adjust to the darkness. Reid can make out Morgan scrubbing his hand over his eyes.
"Pretty Boy, you alright?" Morgan sighs. Reid feels his cheeks heat- he's not afraid of the dark. He's not afraid of the dark. He's not…
"Kid?" Morgan's voice tinted with worry as lightning heats the sky- revealing a horrified look on Reid's paling face. Reid tucks into himself- burrowing his face into his knees; wrapping his lanky arms around his legs.
"'m alright." Reid mumbles. In the next bought of lightning, Morgan can see Reid trembling. Morgan's chest feels too tight as he witnesses this- Reid's quickening breaths the only other sound besides the sleight of rain cascading off the roof, the low rumble of thunder.
Morgan moves- first to dig the candles out of the side table's drawer and light them. Low amber lights flick the darkness away…shadows playing at the edges of their vision. It's not enough- but it's something.
Morgan sinks into the space between Reid and the end of the couch; grabbing the throw from the back of the sofa. He covers them both. Reid's breathes a shaky breathe- shameful laughter clawing at his throat.
"It's okay Reid." Morgan shrugs Reid's embarrassment off as he tucks the blanket under Reid's feet, wrapping his arm around Reid's waist. Something happens in his chest as he presses his lips to Reid's temple- almost getting a mouthful of chestnut curls. Something in the back of his mind's telling him that he should not be enjoying touching Reid this much…that there's something more to this- but Morgan brushes the thoughts into the dark corners—Morgan squeezes Reid close; Reid's body relaxes a bit as he looks up at Morgan.
"I'm pretty sure I'm crossing some guy code here…" His voice breathless as he attempts make light of the situation. Reid presses himself into Morgan's side.
"Pretty Boy- just sit back and enjoy it."
A/N: I hope everyone's having a nice week. Thank you for your time.