Heeeey! Did I forget you yesterday? I think I did. So here's two chapters on the same day! Both of them take place on the jet
Rating: T
Pairing: Reid/Hotch
Warning: None
Quiet
They didn't speak. They were intertwined in bed together as close as possible, alternating between eskimo kisses and open mouthed ones. Their other senses had taken over.
He could feel the calouse fingers caressing his face, running in his hair as it untangled softly the knots in it. He could feel them dance against his spine, tickling. He could feel the chapped his lips under his, the tongue caressing his lips and own tongue, sliding against each other in a dance they had well-practiced, the teeth nibbling softly his neck. He shivered as a sigh tickle him and he pressed himself closer.
He could smell the faint air of cologne against Aaron's skin, with something he couldn't identify, but was what he thought his lover's natural scent. He could taste the scotch and the strange wooden taste it gave to Aaron's kisses. After a moment he could taste himself in the older man's mouth, their tastes mixing in a peculiar mix of caffeine and alcool.
"Do you think he's alright?", JJ wondered, frowning.
The genius was sitting in the far end of the jet, and while it wasn't that far, or even unusual, Spencer was perfectly still and quiet and had been for at least half an hour. Usually, he would've been asleep or reading, but he looked completely lost in his thoughts, his cup of coffee left untouched.
"I don't know. Maybe he's just half asleep", Morgan suggested.
"Is even breathing?", Prentiss said.
"He's wide awake and well", Hotch chiped. "Just in his memories."
"Good or bad?", Rossi asked.
"Good, by the look of it. He's fidgeting if it's a bad one."
"He. Can hear you all", Spencer suddenly said, looking at them, but he smiled.
"What was that about?", Derek wondered.
"Not much", Reid smirked, glancing at Hotch. "Just a nice, quiet memory", and his lover knew exactly what it was about."
This is about it!
SmartBlackRose :)