Puzzle Pieces

The night goes something like this…

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For the following three hours, their night goes like this: perfect. They both learn something new about each other, and it has nothing to do with Foyet or Haley or the man now snoring on Reid's couch.

They learn that maybe this really was inevitable.

They don't have sex, but they don't really need to. Reid realises that he loves the hidden sides of Hotch just as much as he loves the man he sees every day, even if it's taken them this long just to find each other. Fully clothed and stretched out beside each other, he loves the way that Hotch is like a weapon: dangerous and beautiful and with a trigger just waiting for Reid to curl against it.

Hotch loves the way that Reid is like a puzzle, his body lined with hidden edges ready to snap into place if only Hotch finds the right way to touch him. In the end, he'll have something perfect and complete, even if at the moment they're too new to each other to work it out.

He wonders if this is it: a chance at happiness.

Reid suspects, as much as he fears being wrong, that it might be.