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Prompt 9: Months (Reid/Morgan) Part 4/5

One month into their relationship, they were beginning to see how much they actually meant to each other. They had been in denial at first, but with new developments arising, they were beginning to be willing to concede that maybe, perhaps, just a little they actually cared for each other as more than just friends or fuck-buddies. If anybody at work noticed, they said nothing, kept their businesses to themselves. For their part, the lovers showed nothing, revealed no stronger feelings toward each other than the usual banter. The older still teased the younger, the younger still outsmarted the older.

Two months into their relationship, they were beginning to wear on each other. The novelty of their togetherness had worn off, and nerves were beginning to get frayed (no the dog cannot sleep on the bed, there's no room. Get those freezing feet away from me, punk). They started taking time away from each other (or as much as they could, what with working together and everything), a few days here and there. This, they were sure, was good for their relationship, gave each other time to themselves. After all, it's not like they would move in together or anything.

Three months in and they hardly ever saw each other outside of work; either there was no time, or they were too busy sniping at each other to arrange a little rendezvous. They were aggravating each other entirely too much, and now even their coworkers were starting to notice. No one said anything, except for their techie, who had all the subtlety and tact the proverbial bull in the china shop. They denied it at first, but when she promised not to tell the others, the older man relented. With her help, they were able to develop a steadier relationship.

Four months into their relationship, and things seemed about the same as in their second month, but this was still an improvement from before. They were beginning to work out their differences, though there was still the occasional argument about the poor dog (allergies be damned, he was not getting rid of his pet). The sex, on the other hand, continued to be amazing, and they simply could not get enough of each other, lust-wise. They admitted to themselves, though not to each other, that if it weren't for the sexual electricity, they would have called it quits long ago.

It was five months before they finally found themselves in a good, healthy place. They were opposite personalities, which made it harder to get along, but they were making it work, somehow. They still kept separate apartment, though by this point it was a mere formality to try to stop the others from wondering (it didn't work) and to reserve a safe haven for the middle of a fight. There was sometimes talk about quitting while they were ahead, but the end decision was always the same: they couldn't be apart now that they knew what it was like together.