Disclaimer: See initial chapter.
A/N: Inspired by James Taylor's, "Fire and Rain". Written primarily in present tense, because that's how this particular double-drabble and a half chose to be written, inasmuch as anything can choose to be written. Thanks to those who reviewed - makes me feel like I've not wasted my time.
He can't sing. Not that he's ever tried, not even in the shower.
Looking over at Morgan, head resting on his arms, eyes half-lidded in bliss, makes his heart soar, and Reid wishes that he could sing. That there was some way that he could give voice to the overwhelming feelings welling up inside of him.
His heart feels like it's going to burst and Reid sighs, reaches out to touch the source of his musing, trails a finger along a rippling bicep and shivers at the memories this act elicits. Memories of heat and rain and two bodies twined together beneath thin sheets, making love in time with the rumbling of thunder, the flicker of lightning.
There was a time when Reid had feared thunderstorms and the nightmares that they brought with them as horrors of his past resurfaced. Now, though, he almost longs for them, longs to be wrapped up in Morgan, as they make an electrical storm of their own - sweat and static electricity sparking through the sheets from the friction that they create.
Morgan smiles, lips curling smugly, dark eyes beguiling, and Reid curls up beside him, rests his head on Morgan's chest, lets the dulcet rhythm of his lover's heart lull him to sleep.
It's not singing, but it's a music in and of itself - Morgan's heart beating out a song unique to them after their lovemaking. A song that Reid's heart has no trouble matching. Synchronicity at its finest. He may not be able to sing, but his heart sure can.
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