Disclaimer: I own nothing. This only intended to be one chapter but I got an idea to continue this tonight and thought I would write it out. From what I've seen and planned from the show this hasn't happened (or might not ever happen) but I thought I would write and explore it anyway. Enjoy. This chapter is why it's raised to rated M.
She and Reid got into a fight.
It was the first words she said when I opened the door, barely waiting for me to appear on the other side of it before the words were past her lips and heavy in the air like rain on a humid night. Her eyes were rimmed red and her hair frayed like she had run her fingers through it too many times so it stood on end.
It took me a moment or two to form words, my breath caught in my throat and my heart caught between beats.
I brought her a beer with the cap already popped off and the sides of it slick with my sweat as I nervously set the bottle on the table and settled next to her on the couch, the space between us awkwardly set.
Too close. But too far.
She was quiet at first, drinking heavily from the bottle and peeling off the label with her fingernail, playing the words over in her head as I watched her and tried to keep my breathing even while feeling it was coming too fast and at the same time too slow.
I told him about you.
I looked at her then; her eyes still on the bottle and the label crumbled over the tips of her fingers with beads of condensation dotted the skin.
What did you say?
The words came out thicker on my tongue, every inch of the air pressed against me and holding me down with the knowledge that she was so close to me. Her knee almost touching my thigh and her hair almost trailed to catch my shoulder.
Too close. But too far.
She sighed and wiped her eyes, fingers pressed against her lips as she stared out at the window to the street behind the couch. The streetlights crystallized in her eyes and pain ripped through me hotly that she was so close to me but that I couldn't touch her.
I told him that you were in love with me.
She looked at me, the lights of a passing car shattering in her eyes and blinded me. The imprint of her still pressed against my eyelids and remolded itself once I could again see through the blur.
What did he say?
She took another sip from the bottle, the liquid of it visibly fluttered down my throat and I ached to trail my fingers down her throat to her collar, ghosting my lips after and tasting her skin but I dug my fingers into the fabric of my jeans and waited for the urge to pass which it never did.
He was confused. More so when I defended you. But that's not why we fought.
I waited but she left the words hanging. It was a coil inside me, tightened with tension until I could feel the coating of it shed and the form of it read to spring and snap.
Why then?
She set the bottle back onto the table, a ring of moisture shattered on the wood before she sat back and leaned in close so that I could count the freckles on her nose and pinpricks of light in her eyes. And she kissed me.
My mind went blank.
Everything I knew or would ever know again was gone and all that existed was her and the taste of her lips against mine. They were soft. Like the underside of a flowers petal or a sheen of grass that had been broken by footsteps. It hurt. Being this close but so far away. Because there would never be close enough.
Not until I was under her skin and she was under mine.
She pulled away from me and the world went haywire, everything out of orbit and focus with my lips still humming with the taste of hers and my heart beat going too fast and too hard for me to catch my breath in between. She was staring at me, somewhat breathless though the kiss hadn't been long.
She was waiting.
Waiting for me to respond. To tell her she had to leave or that she could stay and I could take the couch. That it was wrong. That she had had something to drink. That she was married and would still be in the morning. That it was just a fight and she loved him and loved him still and everything that we did would be a mistake we couldn't take back. That I was in love with her and it hurt to breath because she was always too close but too far.
But I didn't.
This time I was the one to kiss her, not as gentle as she had been but with more tenderness then I usually showed my one night stands that had nearly doubled since my heart started to flip at the sight of her. They wanted sex and they wanted it hard and fast and I gave it to them with a nonchalance that scared me sometimes. Rolled off them with their sweat on my skin and their name long forgotten as I had pretended they were here and lost the fantasy before it fully formed and collapse over my fingers.
But this was different. She was different.
My fingers tangled in her hair and I held it to her cheek like, pressing deeper against her lips and tasting her tongue against mine as she dug her fingers into my arm and her nails biting into the muscle.
I would have marks the next morning.
Her fingers grazed back down my arms and to my stomach, fumbling at the hem and dragging it upwards as I lifted my arms so she could pull it over my head. There was a suffocating moment as the fabric cleared over my eyes and I lost sight of her but then it crumbled on the other side of the couch and her hands were trailing over chest and memorizing each muscle and line.
I closed my eyes as her tongue pressed over her heart beat.
She withdrew her hands and I took her place and moved closer, pressing my lips to her neck and tracing them over the lines there and catching on her strands of hair. She moaned as I bite lightly on her collar bone and I trembled against the feel of it that boiled under my skin and in my blood. I ran my fingers down her side and over her breast to her waist and started to lift her shirt off her skin. She delicately raised her arms as I pulled back to pass my hands over her taut stomach and full breasts as her shirt caught in hair and had it fall in a sweep over her face and landed on the floor next to her.
I pressed my lips over her own hair, tasting her heart beat and the fragile lace of her bra.
I grazed my teeth down her shoulder, catching her bra strap and dragging it down with me as it revealed more of her breast and the world blared red with intensity and I could feel my heart beat pulsing in every inch of it.
Pulsing out her name and tasting it in the air.
My lips returned to hers and she slid onto my lap, pressing against my groin and her fingers knotted behind my head as I dug my fingers into her hips and tracing the bones under her jeans before I braced my hands behind her and stood, almost falling back with the world already uneasy from her touch.