Sorry for spinning my wheels here...trying to catch traction.
EPIC LOVER SAVED MY SKIN...i wrote prentiss in- see how much you're missed brewster? this is the ammended version.
Reid and Review?
Garcia watches Morgan with great interest as he slinks out of the bathroom, Reid trailing behind slowly, gap legged and all.
Reid know that the whole bullpen heard him.
Garci would not dare mention it to Reid, but she would love to bust Morgan's balls about it.
Why didn't he tell her that he had a thing for Reid?
I mean, everyone knows that Reid has an eye problem and an oral fixation, but Morgan?
Derek Morgan: ladies man extraordinaire?
The Derek Morgan who switches out women more than his underwear. This is the hottest news she's heard...ever.
Everyone knows his bravado is just covering for his denial.
She remember when she first joined the team and the pictures surfaced.
Derek Morgan...straight Derek Morgan in the sands of a beach. Not just any beach, but a gay beach. He didn't even try to deny it, she remembers, instead he refuted a couple of times and let it boy.
Morgan props himself on the edge of Reid's desk, fingers ticking a nervous beat against his thigh.
Reid looks up, giving him a nervous smile. Morgan sighs, chest filling with something he can describe as butterflies.
When did this reversion to third grade begin?
Morgan can't help but lay a light touch to Reid's neck, hand slipping up to cup his jaw.
He looses his breath for a moment. A switch goes off in his body as Reid licks his lips.
He wants to kiss Reid. He wants to...
Morgan closes his eyes trying to push the emotion down. What is Reid doing to him?
"Do it." A heated whisper comes next to his ear.
Morgan blinks into focus. Prentiss raises a brow in a goading prod at Morgan. Reid looks up quizzically at the two as Morgan drops his hand.
"What?" Morgan tries to play it off.
"Oh, come on Morgan, get off it. You know you want to. We all want you to." She taunts. Morgan looks up to see Garcia, Rossi, Hotch and J.J hanging over the banister, like birds of prey...waitng.
Hotch catches Morgan's eyes and smiles briefly. Rossi mouths "go for it." Garci and J.J pull out cameras smiling.
Reid rolls his eyes as Morgan stares open mouthed.
If Morgan wasn't going to...
Reid braces himself on Morgan's parted thighs, pressing his hip between them.
He wraps ivory fingers around Morgan's neck, pressing his hot mouth to Morgan's. Reid brushes his tongue across Morgan's lips. Morgan gasps, letting Reid take the opportunity to run his tongue against the ribbed roof of Morgan's mouth. Morgan groans, battling Reid for dominance.
Morgan laces his fingers through Reid's short hair, loving the silky strands against his skin.
Reid revels in the taste of too sweet twizzlers, while Morgan gets into the bitter sweetness of over sugared coffee. It's hot and messy, noses bumping, hearts straining, bodies pressing into each other as Reid grips Morgan's thigh harder, digging into the thin material of his slacks, while Morgan grips the cute-button- butt of Reid's, loving the feel of corduroy against the palm of his hand.
Reid squeaks as Morgan squeezes. They. Need. AIR!
Morgan pulls back first, and it's funny almost because it seems as though Reid's chasing his lips. And Morgan has the urge to forgo the open mouthed panting for another taste of sweet Reid.
There are whops and hollers. Reid and Morgan look around dazed, realizing that they hold a very captivated audience. Reid pulls off Morgan and takes a sweeping bow, spider-like hand brushing the floor before he rises again, chest still heaving, face red as a tomato.
Morgan snakes a hand around Reid's waist, tugging him back into him.
Reid rests his head on the crook of Morgan's neck and Morgan chuckles, body shaking as Reid whispers in his ear.
"See what you're missing? You could have so much more than that." Reid's breath is hot and heavy against Morgan's temple.
Who knew Reid had it in him.
"Oh trust me when I say I want it all, Pretty Boy. I want it all." Morgan growls as he lets go of Reid, getting up to go back to the paperwork he's been neglecting.
"Okay fifty bucks says Morgan's the girl in the relationship." Rossi comments as he makes his way bacik to his office.
"Nah, I say Reid." Hotch says smugly.
"After all that?" Rossi raises a brow.
"Why does there have to a girl? Can't they have equal footing in a relationship, making hot, steamy passionate lo-"Garcia's cut off by a withering look from Rossi and Hotch.
"Garcia, where's Kevin these days?" Rossi asjs.
Garcia glowers, refusing to rise to the comment, and stalks off.
"Can't take the heat?" Rossi calls out after her.
Hotch hits him with a folder, leaving Rossi to stand alone.
No one can take a joke, can they?
A/N: Is there such a thing as pre-foreplay? Or is it just sexual tension?
I want to write epic smut...but I'm a bit nervous.
I shall do my best.
Please Reid and Review...
I write for others, not just myself, so I would appreciate to hear what you think. Good or bad. Every comment helps me.
Thank you in advance.
