Chapter 10

Reid's POV

Derek was coming home. I was zooming, rushing to clean every inch of the house, as well as myself. I think Clooney knew he was on his way, because he didn't leave the floor in front of the door, waiting for his owner. I did a quick line to hold me over, knowing I wouldn't be able to once Derek was home. I was ecstatic at the thought of seeing him. I decided I wanted to set a nice mood, so I pulled out some candles I had in my closet. I lined the table with them. The room was lit up. Now all that I had left to do was wait. Wait for him to come home to me. A couple of hours later my phone rang.

"Hello?"

"I'll be there in a few minutes." My heart jumped. Yes. He was going to be here soon. I was going to explode from excitement.

"Hurry."

"Going as fast as I can."

"Go faster."

"I'm almost to our street." Our street. I liked the way it sounded. He had spent two nights at my house, and I already had his clothes and his dog, and now he was calling it ours. Maybe he did feel as strongly about us as I did. Every electron in my body was firing off. Energy bubbled inside of me, screaming to be let free.

"Are you here yet?"

"I'm about fifteen feet from the driveway." I opened the door, not wanting anything blocking him from my sight. Clooney walked onto the porch with me as Derek pulled into my driveway. He threw the car into park and hopped out.

"Welcome home." I said, standing, waiting for him.

"It's good to be back." He was standing in front of me, just inches out of my grip. Clooney sat directly in front of him, pawing at his leg. "Hey boy. Were you good for Spencer?" He barked once.

"He was great. We got along really well." I held out my hand. He took it. "Let's go inside." I was extremely aware of the existence of my hand as I felt his smooth skin in mine. He closed the door behind him with his foot.

"Wow, it looks nice in here."

"I tried." I was trying to look more...feminine. I knew that was what he liked, he didn't like guys. I did have the right frame, the right structure, the right cheekbones. The candlelight helped in my pursuits. I stood so that our noses were almost touching, placing one hand on his chest. His eyes met mine. He had that look again, that look of desire. My chest felt as if it was melting, my whole body was ablaze. It was me that made the first move, no longer able to control myself. I pressed our lips together, wrapping my arms around his neck. He closed what little distance there was between us, gripping onto my hips, pulling me into him. He was holding me so tightly, I knew there would be bruises left behind when he let go. I didn't care. The sensation was amazing. I let my bottom lip fall slightly, allowing him access, if he wanted it. His tongue almost immediately slid into my mouth, wrestling with my own. One of his hands released my hip, roaming to squeeze onto my butt. I rolled my body into his as a response.

We broke apart for air. I let my forehead rest on his as I caught my breath. He literally took my breath away. His hand rubbed across my back, up and down, sending shivers across my spine. I left a quick, sweet kiss on his lips before laying my head on his shoulder.

"Are you staying home tomorrow?" I could feel his heartbeat in my own chest. Mine was racing, his was slightly elevated.

"That's the plan. Of course, you know how life at the B.A.U. goes." I nodded. I did. I was ready to go back. It would beat the hell out of staying home alone. Well, staying home with the dog. "Hey, as much as I want to stand here with you, I'd really like to take a shower." I gave him puppy eyes, dragging my hand down his chest.

"Okay, I guess..." I didn't want to let him go. I backed up, but kept my arms clasped around his waist. He stepped forward.

"You have to let me go." I shook my head, my hands moving to pull his shirt over his head. He took another step forward. I moved backwards with him, throwing his shirt to the ground. Another step forward for him. Another step backwards for me. Next, my hands moved to his belt. I unclasped it, then with one swift movement pulled it free from the loops, letting it hit the floor as well. Another step forward. Another step backwards. Another step. One more. One more. We were almost in the doorway of the bathroom. I pulled the zipper to his pants down and unbuttoned them. My eyes were fixed on his chest. He was cut so beautifully. My lips moved to plant a quick kiss on his muscles while I pulled his pants and boxers down. He stepped out of them. There he was, standing in front of me, completely nude. It was breathtaking. Garcia was always calling him a 'sex god'. She nailed it. His body was perfect. He had a cute grin spread across his face. I turned the hot water on for him as he stepped into the shower. I took off my own clothes and stepped in with him. I watched his expression to see if it was okay. He just kept smiling. I wanted desperately to know what was going through his mind. He adjusted the water so that it wasn't too hot, before pulling me closer to him and kissing me.

"Derek, I'm not moving too fast, am I?" He laughed.

"Only if it's too fast for you, kid." He grabbed my bath sponge and poured some shower gel onto it. After lathering it up, he began to massage my body with it. I can't even describe the sensations running through my body. Every spot he touched was electrified. He moved across my body. My arms, my chest, my abdomen, my legs. He cleaned every part of me. Once he had rinsed me off, I took the sponge and returned the gesture, moving slowly over all of his muscles. He closed his eyes, head tilted back, as I caressed his skin. He stood under the water as I ran my fingers over him, washing away all of the soap. My fingers trailed down his body, lingering just above his groin. I teased him with my fingers, kissing his neck and chest. He leaned his back against the wall. I wrapped my fingers around his shaft, stroking him slowly. He took my hand in his, speeding the movements of my wrist. He bit down on his bottom lip, his free hand grabbing onto my shoulder. He moved my hand even faster before his body clenched up, climaxing into the shower floor. He pulled me into a rough kiss.

Morgan's POV

As if the light touches he had teased me with weren't already enough, here we were, standing naked together, my hand guiding Spencer's as he got me off. It was different from any other experience in my world. Despite the many things that I had done with the varied women of my past, he had been the best. I guess it was because it was the first time I had actually felt something for the person I was with, but I felt like I was soaring. I drug him into a rough kiss, having lost control of myself. My hands groped him, grabbing handfuls of skin anywhere I could. My lips trailed down his jaw to his neck, leaving small kisses. Every few seconds he would make some small noise. A gasp, or a moan into my ear. Then I heard my phone ringing.

"Ignore it." His voice was pleading.

"Spencer, you know I can't."

"Please." I took his cheek in my hand and kissed him.

"I have to." I didn't want to, but it was my job. The thought of leaving him standing there tore me up, but I really had no choice. I walked past him, tying a towel around my waist. "Hello?"

"Morgan, I'm sorry, but I need you back at the B.A.U."

"What's going on?" I was pissed. I wanted to stay with Spencer. I already had left him alone for three days, now, after not even being back an hour, I had to leave him again. Life was cruel sometimes.

"We have a bomb threat in D.C." I sighed. Bombs. As if I hadn't dealt with them long enough in the past.

"On my way." When I hung up the phone, Spencer was standing behind me.

"You're really leaving, aren't you?"

"Come on, man, you know how it is. I wish I could stay, but I can't." His eyes were shooting daggers. He looked hurt. "I'm really sorry." I wrapped my arms around him. "I'll make it up to you as soon as I get back." A small grin caught his lips. "That's my boy." I kissed him once more before grabbing my clothes and leaving.

Reid's POV

The door closed in my face, as if mocking me. It's sound echoed in my ears. I finally broke past my nerves and self-consciousness in time for Derek to be ripped away from me. Heat boiled in my chest. Anger took over all of my senses. I kicked the wall, leaving a hole. I turned into the kitchen, knocking everything on the counters into the floor. I couldn't believe he had really left. I was so upset, it was like something else had taken control of me. Clooney barked at the sudden noises, running to the kitchen doorway to check on me. I wasn't in the mood to deal with him. I breezed past him into the living room. I walked back and forth for a minute, trying to calm down, but I couldn't stop thinking about how mad I was. I wasn't even sure why I was so angry. I had been in that situation countless times. Just walk through the door in time to be called away again. The difference that night was that I couldn't go with Derek. Helping catch a bomber might not sound like fun, but at least I could have been with him. That was the only thing keeping me from snapping. Now that he was gone, the dam had broke. When I couldn't calm myself down, I almost turned on the coffee table. My only saving grace was that I was collected enough to realize there were lit candles on it, and I would have burned down my house. Part of me didn't care, I wanted to throw the candles across the room. The other part of me asked, would Derek stay with you if you burned down your home?

I sat on the couch, breathing heavily, after blowing out the flames. The room was dark, I couldn't see in front of me. I didn't want to. I wanted to sit in the dark and cry. What was happening to my life? One week before I was just some genius kid that worked for the F.B.I., profiling serial criminals. Now I was snorting cocaine, smoking, and not even allowed to go to work. Oh, and did I leave off in love with my best friend? The worst part was that the longer I did it, the easier it was to make excuses, I honestly believed I could go on living this way. Even though I knew that I was going to loose my badge, and worse, I could have lost the one good thing in my life, Derek Morgan.

A/N – In case you didn't know, cocaine makes you very violent, and a lot of times insecure. People tend to become clingy, almost obsessive over any one thing. In Reid's case, Morgan. And that was my drug lesson for the day. Thanks to all of my readers. Please review. I appreciate criticism and I love being told I'm awesome. ^_^