Two
They pulled into the bar parking lot just in time. Spencer realized that Morgan was the source of this strange feeling he'd been trying to analyze and interpret all day. Morgan sitting in the bullpen was the reason he had to remind himself to breathe. It was Morgan's presence in the hug with Garcia that caused his heart to beat out of his chest. It was the fact that Morgan knew just how socially awkward he was that caused him to blush. He felt something for Morgan. Something which, now that he thought about it, was similar to the feeling Lila Archer had given him when she kissed him. Similar, but not the same. While Lila's kiss, being Spencer's first ever, had filled him with excitement, passion, and pleasure, it felt as insignificant as a stranger bumping into him on the street when compared to the momentary touch of Derek Morgan.
Now, Spencer wasn't sure what to do. If the team would notice the tiniest indiscrepancy in his breathing, they would certainly notice his change in behavior around Morgan. A change that he couldn't control now that his feelings seemed more clear. He had to go home. It was time to bail. But, how?
"Come on, sweetcheeks," Garcia said. "The night's not getting any younger, and I am more than ready to take advantage of that bar. Especially knowing that my gorgeous greek god of a man is the one resposible for driving me home and keeping me safe." She winked at Morgan.
"You just want to take advantage of that bar in the hopes that I'll take advantage of you, baby girl." Morgan retorted as he winked back playfully.
Spencer felt like yet another body part was failing him- his legs. Morgan's wink mixed with his smile made Spencer's knees weak. Being aware of this attraction to the older man made everything that was appealing about Supervisory Special Agent Derek Morgan obvious and undeniable.
Spencer watched Morgan all night. He watched him walk to the bar. He noticed that even though Morgan's strides were wide and dominant, he walked with careless ease. He watched him dance. Spencer watched the way Morgan's hips swayed. He noticed how they entranced the ladies dancing near him, and he wondered what those hips would feel like against his own. When Morgan spoke tonight, it was different than any other time he had ever spoken because, tonight, Spencer was listening to him with different ears. Tonight, Spencer was noticing how the roughness in his voice blended with a smooth, subtle softness. He noticed the way in which the words flowed from his lips effortlessly. Morgan was so comfortable with everyone around him, and Spencer was no longer jealous of this fact. Now, Spencer admired it. It was appealing to Spencer. Everything Morgan had done in that bar was appealing to Spencer. He wondered why he hadn't seen Morgan in this light until now.
