Disclaimer: See initial chapter
A/N: Inspired by, Mumford & Sons, "After the Storm".
The storm's all but cleared. Only stray droplets falling from the sky, tap gently on the windowpanes, and Morgan, legs twisted in the bed sheets, turns, tugs Reid closer, nuzzles against him.
A few day's worth of stubble scrapes Reid's chest, his cheek, and he wants nothing more than to simply lie there, dismiss the rest of the day, and pretend that they're at the world's end; no one left but the two of them. Every day a lazy Sunday, and every moment meant solely for the both of them to enjoy. Savor as though it is the last.
No regrets.
Nothing to fear.
Nowhere to be, other than within each other's reach.