Im not an native English speaker, and I learned it in school, so please show mercy.
I just wanna share my storys with more people, than just Germans.
(God, Im gonna get flamed for this kind of shit)
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It took less than a second to activate the speaker, as the call occurred.
"Hehj Baby Girl. Got some news for me?"
It was rather strange for Derek Morgan to be so cheerful at such an early hour, even if the weather outside was horrible, but Penelope wasn't going to be the one that questioned it, so she just smirked, and gave trough the coordinates to their next destination. Ok, eventually she also questioned it, so what? You would have done it too…
"34 Banchest. The suspect lives quite over his means. And, wow, Chocolate god. What's with this great mood? Do you need to be spanked by someone?" Their dirty but really funny talk wasn't that rare, but still Reid managed to choke on his coffee, and almost seemed to suffocate, while desperately holding onto the dashboard.
"Woah, Pretty boy! Don't you dare to throw up in my new car!"
As soon as he catched air again, Reid started to correct his co-worker, with a slight angry tone to his voice. "Despite to the fact, that I almost smothered, and you didn't raise a hand to help me…" He couldn't get any further, because Morgan already laughed, and added: "Aren't you the one, who always complains that I should keep my hands on the steering wheel?"
No wonder the guy was happy enough to ignore the fact, that Spencer had, once again, poured more than a ton of sugar into his coffee. He obviously loved his new Machine, and nothing was going to ruin that, not even the thick raindrops, that hit the windows in a strange but relaxing beat.
"You shouldn't go that fast." Spencer said sulkily, and made a pout, while looking out of the window, as if there was something really interesting, he didn't want to miss.
Sadly there were just raindrops.
"Thank you, Goddess, but… I think I'll hang up before the genius finds a way to murder me, without leaving evidence!"
And Penelope's lough still echoed through the small room, after the older FBI-Agent had closed and pushed his Phone back into his pocket, and he couldn't help himself, than to notice how cute this man next to him was, snuggled into the seat, still making a pout.
There was only one Problem.
It was another freaking man.
And his best friend
/Pull yourself together dumbass/
He didn't know when exactly these strange thoughts occurred, but he did know that they grew stronger every day, and started to piss him off. After all he was a Lady's Man, and definitely not gay (or at least he thought so), and that wouldn't ever change.
But he had to admit that his Pretty Boy didn't have his nickname for nothing. You can't imagine how hard it was to keep his fingers away from the silky brown hair. Derek loved to mess them up, just to watch how Reid would smooth them back, and he also liked the feeling of them against his fingertips. Almost like real silk.
Or his molten chocolate colored eyes. The way they pierced trough the Unsubs, profiling them way too fast and easily, always searching longing for something new, and interesting. Yeah, he had those dark circles under his eyes, but honestly, they didn't matter.
And those lips…
There was one time, that he had gotten the chance to touch his skin. And it was way softer than any he had felt before. Then what would his lips be like?
/You're drooling. Pervert./
For the first time he agreed with the irritating voice, that plagued him.
He was way to obvious.
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I know, this one is short. But I won't go on, until you tell me if it's crap or not!
Please just tell me the truth.