Spencer Reid

I had never slept so peacefully and perfectly in my life. I breathed in Derek's cologne and smiled at the scent I had grown fond of. My face was in his neck, my right arm pressed to his chest and the other thrown loosely over his waist. His arms held me close in a tight embrace, our legs tangled underneath the blankets.

I debated whether or not to wake him since we did have to go to work in a few hours and he still had to go home and change. I decided to let him sleep a few more minutes because he looked so perfect just sleeping. He truly looked like a Greek God and I loved every bit of it.

I slipped out of his tight embrace carefully and made my way into my bathroom to take a quick shower.

"Crap," I muttered to myself when I realized I had forgotten to bring my clothes in with me. Opening the door quietly, Morgan was still asleep so I tip-toed over to my drawer to grab a pair of briefs and clothing.

"Are you trying to tempt me?" his voice startled me and I jumped, the towel almost falling off.

"Derek!" I exclaimed, my heart beating rapidly in my chest.

"What? You're the one putting your perfectly round ass in my face," he smirked and my cheeks flushed.

"Y-you should probably start getting ready," I told him.

"Yeah, I know," he flipped onto his back, rubbing his eyes. "I have an extra pair of pants left in my go-bag. Mind letting me borrow a shirt?" he looked over at me.

"If your shirts weren't tight enough, they will be now," I laughed.

"Alright, be back," he grinned at me, standing up and stretching. I gulped and I think my mouth watered a little at the sight of him doing that. God, his muscles looked so perfect. Morgan then walked out and I heard the front door open and close. I sighed and dressed quickly. I rummaged through my drawers for the biggest shirt I owned and found an old shirt that had stretched after so many washes. I grimaced, it was really old and I rather not give him such an old shirt.

I laid it out on the bed and looked for another. I found a very large dress shirt that my mom had sent me a while ago but had been too big. That looked like it would fit him just right. I tossed the shirt back in and walked into the kitchen to start the coffee maker.

"You can use the bathroom in my room and I left the shirt on my bed," I told him as he walked back in with a pair of black jeans in his hands.

"Thanks, Pretty Boy," he walked over and slipped his left arm around me, pushing me towards him roughly. "But what kind of host would you be if you didn't give your boyfriend a good morning kiss?" he perked a brow and my stomach erupted in butterflies at the word 'boyfriend'.

"Sorry," I leaned in and pressed my lips to his. His breath was warm and the kiss was short and sweet.

"That's better," he pulled away. "Be back," he pinched my butt and an unexpected squeal escaped my lips.

"Jerk!" I called after him. I heard him laugh and I couldn't contain that large smile from appearing on my lips. I searched through my fridge for something to eat but I hadn't gone grocery shopping. I pressed my lips together, well I hope he isn't hungry.

I closed the fridge door and pulled out to-go cups and filled it with coffee. I poured a couple of spoons of sugar in my own and poured only one in his. I mixed it and placed the lid on top just as Morgan walked out of the bedroom.

"I think it's a pretty good fit," he said as he tucked the button up into his jeans. "How do you have this?" he asked. It fit him tightly, but not to where the buttons would burst.

"My mom sent it to me but the size got messed up during the order," I shrugged, taking a sip of my coffee. I pushed the second cup towards him and he grabbed it thankfully.

"Thanks, Pretty Boy," he lifted it to his lips and took a sip.

"You don't want breakfast do you?" I asked him.

"Not really hungry right now, why? Are you?" he perked a brow.

"No, I was just wondering," I smiled reassuringly.

"Alright," he chuckled. "We should get going because I have to pick up my second go bag," he told me, looking at his watch. I nodded and grabbed my bags before heading out the door and locking it behind me. Morgan quickly came back down with his bag, throwing it in the back seat before heading to headquarters.

"You think they'll cut us some slack? I mean, we've had like what, two or three hours of sleep?" he asked as he pulled into the parking garage.

"I had three hours and 24 minutes of sleep and you had three hours and 35 minutes of sleep," I calculated. Morgan shot me a look and I shrugged. "You asked," he laughed and slipped into a spot. We both headed inside and stepped into the empty elevator, hitting the fourth button.

"See you later baby," he pulled me in closer for a short kiss, ending just as the doors opened. He grinned at me and we walked into the bullpen, separating when Derek headed towards his office.

I smiled to myself and plopped down in my seat, removing my messenger bag and putting it off to the side. I opened my drawer and pulled out some files to begin working.

"Hey, Reid," Emily called from her desk in front of me.

"Yeah?" I looked up from the file and she subtly scratched a spot on her neck, looking at my own neck. My eyes widened and my hand rose to my neck, clasping over the sore spot. It had been a few days and the bruise was still visible. I have very sensitive and bruise-prone skin. "Crap," I muttered under my breath. She chuckled lightly and went back to her files. I pulled the collar of my shirt up as high as it would let me without it looking too odd or obvious.

"You banana," she snorted. I narrowed my eyes at her and continued to work on the paperwork and trying not to feel paranoid every time someone looked at me.

yOU bANaNa

stay sweet x