Derek Morgan
I sighed as I watched another episode of Friends. I was bored out of my mind and I had nothing to do. Usually, I'd be out on some lady date to get laid but I didn't feel the need nor did I want to do that. Not this Saturday and not any other. I wasn't interested unless it was Reid.
Damn, when did I become so attached? I never was one to 'catch feelings' and stay long enough to continue and work for a relationship. It never made sense for me to do because I wouldn't have ever had the time to entertain or maintain a stable relationship. Now, that's all I can think of; building one. Building something stable other than just another property. Something real.
I scoffed and smiled, shaking my head as I stared at my lap. I'm really having these thoughts right now over Spencer Reid. The little genius with boyish hair, a brain with limitless capacity. A guy. I wanted something completely serious and stable; with a guy.
I sat back in my chair, glazing over my thoughts, and coming to conclusions and ideas. I bit down on my lip, looking down and shaking my head in surprise about my own thoughts. Last weekend gave me a lot of new perspectives. It had been one the most casual yet unusual dates I had ever been on without its endgame being sex. I mean, we spent hours at a library. A library of all places and I hadn't mind one single bit. It was probably the best date I had ever been on and maybe it had nothing to do with the place or what we did. It was who I was with that made it so great. It was something so simple, just reading together and making up silly stories whenever we got bored with the real one, making it more interesting. It was fun and it was just so much more. More what? I don't know, it just was.
My Pretty Boy, the one with an eidetic memory, an IQ of 187, and can read 20,000 words per minute wanted to be with me? Out of anyone he could have had, he wants me?
I blinked, finally coming to the conclusion that my brain had turned to mush and I sounded like a teenage girl writing down her feelings in a diary. I jumped as my phone started ringing beside me. I looked at the caller and face-splitting grin grew on my lips.
Dr. Spencer Reid. What're you doing to me?
Spencer Reid
I sat in a living room chair, my hands fiddling furiously with a coin, my phone sitting on the armrest. I wanted to spend time with Derek but for some reason, I just couldn't bring myself to pick up the phone and call him. I was still trying to accept the fact that he reciprocating the feelings I hadn't ever thought he would. Derek Morgan, muscular, and alpha male Derek Morgan. The one who had women lined up for him. The guy who hadn't ever spared another male a second glance. That guy, was now interested in me? It was hard to wrap my mind around it.
I chewed on my lower, lip staring at the phone as if it were about to blow up.
"Oh man up, Spencer," I muttered to myself before grabbing the phone and hitting his name in my contact book. I gulped the minute I heard the tone that let me know Derek's phone was now ringing.
"Hey Pretty boy," I heard his voice. I smiled to myself, looking down.
"Hi," I managed, pressing my lips together thinking about how lame that sounded.
"What's up?" I cleared my throat. What was up?
"Er, nothing," I licked my lips, "Just wanted to, uh... call?" it sounded more like a question. Morgan chuckled and I felt myself smile at the sound.
"Wanna know something cheesy?" he asked.
"Yes," I nodded, stopping when I realized he couldn't see me.
"I was just thinking about you when you're call came in," my cheeks flushed. He was thinking about me?
"You know there are recent studies about how that could be considered precognition. It's mainly a psychic theory for people who believe they can see or predict futures and things like that. People who that happens to have the ability to perceive events before they even occur through clairvoyance," I rambled. Morgan laughed again and pursed my lips trying not to grin again.
"Are you trying to tell me that I'm psychic now?" he asked.
"Well that would entail I would be too since you were thinking of me but I was also thinking of you hence why I called you in the first place. I mean, I don't believe in psychic abilities because there isn't any possible way to actually see future events-"
"You were thinking about me?" he cut me off and I felt my cheeks burn.
"For the past half hour," I admitted sheepishly.
"That makes two of us, kid," he replied and I felt better that I hadn't been the only one. I swallowed and fiddled with my fingers, debating whether or not to ask. I flipped the coin, simultaneously deciding if it was head, I'd ask. I caught the coin and opened my fist.
"Do you want to uh, maybe come over? You don't have to if you don't want to it was just a suggestion and-"
"I'd like that," he cut me off and I immediately let out a sigh of relief. I don't know how I would've reacted if he had said no. "Tell you what, it's about dinner time so how about I pick something up and you can pick something to watch?" he proposed. I grinned widely.
"Yes!" I may have sounded a bit too excited but I didn't care.
"Alright, Pretty Boy," he chuckled. "I'll see you in a bit," I grinned and pulled the phone away from my ear, hanging up. That wasn't as stressful as I had previously calculated. My stress-free moment was short-lived when I saw how messy my apartment actually was. My eyes widened and I stood up quickly, beginning to clean up a bit and shoving whatever I didn't have to time to put away correctly in the supply closet.
As I shoved the last thing into the closet, there was a knock on the door. I sighed out, quickly scanning to see if I had missed anything but everything seemed to be in place. I tugged at my shirt and realized I hadn't dressed myself and I was still in pajamas. I blushed as I opened the door timidly, trying to hide behind my door.
"Hey Pretty Boy," he greeted.
"Hi," I smiled stepping aside to let him in.
"Nice jammies," he teased. My face burned slightly and I shuffled my feet as I shut the door. "You should've told me, I would've worn mine too," he winked at me, walking towards the kitchen. I suppressed a smile and followed him.
"What'd you get?" I asked as he placed the paper bag on the island.
"Thai and Martinellis since you don't drink much wine," he set down the bottle. I smiled at the small gesture. Unintentionally my eyes traveled down his body. He was wearing a tight grey v-neck and black cargo joggers tucked loosely into a pair of black combat boots. It was unfair how attractive he looked when he didn't even try. How rude.
"What's going on in that big brain of yours?" he asked as he pulled the food out of the bag.
"Just how unfair it is you get to look like a supermodel in clothing like that but all I get is a bum," I huffed as I pulled out the cutlery. Morgan laughed loudly from behind me as I searched for the few wine glasses I owned.
"I promise you don't look like a bum, baby," he said, walking towards me.
"Yeah, says the supermodel," I scoffed, shaking my head and reaching for the glasses.
"Come on, Reid. I don't call you Pretty Boy for nothing," his arms slipped around me from behind and for the first time, I didn't jump at the touch. It felt almost homey; natural. I absentmindedly leaned into his touch, setting the glasses down on the counter.
"Why did you start calling me that?" I turned around in his arms, facing him. He merely shrugged.
"For obvious reasons," one of his hands came up and cupped the right side of my face, his finger tracing my cheekbone lightly. "You're pretty," he smiled cheekily. I rolled my eyes, feeling the blush creeping up my neck.
"Yeah, okay," I grabbed the dishes and walked back towards the island.
"I'm serious," he walked back over. "Since the day I met you. I've always thought you were pretty, and you are. You're gorgeous," he grinned at me, pulling me in for a short kiss. "Now shut that brain of yours, accept my facts and eat your food," he ruffled my hair and I sighed, walking over to the living room to turn the TV on.
"What do you wanna watch?" I asked, picking up the remote and flipping through channels.
"Whatever you want," he said, placing our food down on the coffee table. I grinned and immediately switched to my favorite show. "Haven't you watched this two times?" he perked a brow and I nodded.
"Yup," I popped the 'p', settling down on the ground to begin eating. He chuckled and sat down with me, beginning to watch the show along with me.