~Moreid Oneshots~

Logical [angst]

A/N Here, deal with my writing. It's been knocking around my brain for a while now, so here it is. 

Tw: Self hate/doubt

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<Morgan's POV>

I open Reid's apartment door and see the lights turned down. He's sitting on the couch, reviewing the file for the case we've completed a few days ago.

"Hey, baby," I say as I sit down next to him, putting my arm around his shoulders.

"Hey." He says absent-mindedly, still focused on the case.

I study his features. His deep brown eyes intently focalized on the case. His full pink lips. I lightly take the file out of his hands and put it on the couch-side table. He looks at me confused and I take the opportunity to kiss him. He's surprised at first but relaxes into it.

He leans down on the couch and I deepen the kiss. I let my hands roam. Down his sides, then under his shirt. He breaks away from the kiss and looks at me, panic in his eyes. He starts to get up and I back off.

"Hey, you okay?" I ask, concerned.

"I-uh...yeah. I'm just not in the mood," He says, standing up. "I'm... gonna go for a walk." He gets on his jacket and leaves before I can even say good-bye.

<Reid's POV>

I walk out of my apartment and go out to the street. The only lights of the night are the yellow street-lamps lining the street. I start to walk, planning to just go around the block. It's cold, but I need it to think.

God, I think to myself. I screwed everything up. I always do. It's amazing how Derek is still dating me. Or why he decided to in the first place.

It's been bugging me since he first asked me out. He could have anyone, why would he choose me? The night air cools my face, but I feel a few hot tears slide down my face.

I round the edge of the block as I start thinking about asking him. He'd probably break up with me once he realizes that he's out of my league.

Still, I have to know. I turn another corner and pick up the pace. I'm scared. So goddamn scared. But I can't keep him down any longer.

I turn the final corner and I head to my apartment. I sigh as I open the door and see him sitting on the couch, watching TV.

"Hey," I say, awkwardly sitting down next to him.

"Hey," He says, turning down the volume and looking at me. "Do you want to talk about it?" He asks.

"J-just um why...why are you dating me?" I ask, which caused a look of concern to settle on Derek's features. " I-I mean like, you could have anybody but you settle with me? It's just not...logical."

He looked shocked for a moment then says, "Spencer, I didn't settle on you...I love you. And love isn't logical."

I feel tears slip out of my eyes, just one at a time, then faster, until I'm sobbing. Derek wraps his arms around me and holds me.

Derek reminds me often that he loves me, but it hadn't sunk in until he said it now.

"It's all right, don't worry, it'll be all right." He whispers into my hair, over and over, until I can stop crying.

"I-I'm going to wash my face," I say looking up at him. He nods, not speaking. He lets me go and I get up.

"I don't need you to come with me," I say quietly, as he stands up.

"I know." He says as he follows me to the bathroom.

He rubs my back as I wash my face. The puffiness should go down in the morning, but the redness might follow me to work.

"Don't worry, you're still my pretty boy" Derek jokes, watching me inspect my face.

"Oh, um yeah, thanks ." I choke out. Derek leads me back to the bedroom, helping me into comfier clothes. He changes as well and I get into bed.

"I'll be right back, I'm just going to turn off the lights." He says as he plants a kiss on my forehead. He leaves as I get under the cover.

I start to drift off and faintly feel Derek cuddle up behind me. I murmur an "I love you" in my half-conscious state and hear him repeat my sentiment. I fall asleep feeling loved.

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A/N: Short but shut it I'm tired.