She knows exactly what he's wanting when she walks in the door. "Is that Clapton?" She steps in, he's bent over the counter carefully cutting onions.
"Think so," he answers, caught up in not cutting his fingers off.
She presses her body to his back and rocks her hips back and forth to the the soft melody. "What're you making?" She slides her arms up his chest and rest her head between his shoulders.
She can feel his muscles moving as he chops vigorously. The move like ropes under his shirt twisting that way and this way. Muscles that could hurt and take but instead only give. He scares her and not the way his father always warned him he would. He's this spartan of man that can be your best friend. "You're my best friend." She knows she just asked about food but it doesn't seem to matter.
He gives her that goofy lopsided grin, the one that only a few amount of people have seen. "You're my best friend too."
He looks at her and he sees something so safe. Not like a safe, cold and unapproachable. She's a warm hug on a winter day. An extra blanket when it's cold. A warm cookie that melts in your mouth. She makes him feel he doesn't have to fight because she can keep him safe.
She sees something different in him. It's not in his eyes. The way they crinkle and spark when he smiles. It's not the way he's split down the middle using his left hand for this and his right for that. Maybe... It's because he makes her feel important. Strong. It's exhilarating.
"And as far as your question goes." He lifts the onions and slides them across two plates she hadn't seen. He hands her the salmon colored plate.
"God you know I'm a sucker for a man who can cook." Which is entirely true.
"I know," he grins mischievously.
This was like 300 words I am so sorry but the only thing I've been able to think about is this fanfic idea I've had. So leave a comment of send me a private message if you'd like the idea of me writing a fic where the BAU is in a plane crash?? I'd do a little poll for ships and what not. You guys would get little voties.. whatcha think??
-S.H.
