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Here's another one! I hope you all enjoy it, and I hope you're all enjoying the holidays! This story probably won't be done by the end of 2009, but I'm going to keep at it anyways, because I've fallen in love with these drabbles. This chapter goes out to my friend Nicole, who gave me the idea for this phrase, and all of you loyal readers; without you, this story wouldn't even exist. Thank you, and here it is:
O is for Only One
It was only one smile. Only one extra glance in his direction, only one smile to make sure he was ok. I mean, the kid had been through so much; it hardly seemed fair to Derek Morgan, how everyone could expect him to just bounce back up, to just be ok. It was only fair, Morgan reasoned with himself, that he'd be worried.
It was only one hug. Just a simple gesture, to give Reid a little more security, and it did seem to help. So many times they all forgot he was human, and that he, like others, needed contact sometimes, a touch on the arm, a ruffle of the hair, a hug. So it really wasn't a big deal. At all. It really wasn't.
It was only one dream. Only one simple, chaste, alcohol-induced Dream about his coworker. It had started out simple; the team was working another case. Then slowly the lines between victims and team members became blurred, and Reid was the damsel in distress. Morgan had woken with a cold sweat on his forehead, and a feeling of terror left over from the dream; he had not been able to save Reid. Shaking his head, as if wishing to clear it, he denied the fact that there was anything odd about dreaming about his coworkers. After all, it had only been one dream.
It was only one kiss; that's what he was forced to tell himself. They'd both been drunk at the Bureau Christmas Party, and Garcia had planted Mistletoe. It was only one kiss; Morgan had had many other kisses before. Nothing big whatsoever. Going by the standard, it hadn't even been one of the best he'd ever had. It hadn't been smooth, it hadn't been romantic, or chaste, or mind-boggling. It had really been sloppy, unfamiliar, and awkward. So it didn't really matter. That's what Morgan kept telling himself, anyway. But even he couldn't understand why he could still taste Reid on his lips.
It was only one night. One night together, when they were both alone, desperate and needy. They had both been sober this time, and the kisses were better, simpler, easier, almost effortless. They swore to each other that it would never happen again, that it was only one time.
It was only one date, only one, easy, simple, meaningless Date. This was the mantra that Morgan kept repeating to himself as he neared Spencer's house, hands twitching a little bit, restlessly. "If it was only one date," A small voice in the back of his head chided. "Then why did you buy him flowers? Or stay up all night, worried? Or," The voice laughed a bit. "Change outfits three times before deciding on this one." But Morgan didn't listen to the voice, and instead handed the flowers off to Reid as he walked him to the car, and sidled back into the front seat, vowing to make the best of this… whatever it was.
It was only one chance, Morgan had decided, and he had to take it. Falling in love didn't happen often, only once in a lifetime, really, and Morgan knew better than to pass it up. So when his stomach began to flutter whenever Reid walked by him, Morgan let it. Whenever Reid showed signs, any sign, of wanting to be with Morgan, he not only acknowledged them, but embraced them. And when Reid told Morgan that he was the only one for him, Morgan just smiled and said that he'd known that all along.