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Silk Scarf (Morgan/Reid)

Plot: they're back from a case Morgan and Reid are talking in his office Reid's trying to impress Morgan. It kind of works.

wc: 878

This gets a little steamy.

(I watch this show quite often, and I often find myself shipping things, and I tried so so very hard not to do this. But, well, it happened any way. I honestly doubt anyone even ships on this show, but idgaf. Enjoy.)
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"This is crazy." Derek said to Spencer walking into his office (just pretend Derek has his own closed off office.)

"What?" Spencer asked, secretly begging for him to go on. Derek laughed, looking over at him, as he leaned against the door frame. He was in his usual attire; navy vest, strange tie, dress pants, black button down. But there was something a bit different today. A dark purple, silk scarf wrapped fastidiously around his neck. Derek's eyes lingered at the doctor's neck for a bit too long, making him feel a bit flustered under his colleague's gaze. "Derek?" Reid laughed.

"Huh? Oh sorry." He apologised rubbing the back of his neck. "New scarf?" Derek asked pointing to the fabric around the doctor's neck. Reflexively he brought his hand up to it.

"Uh, yeah." He laughed, quickly looking down to hide his blush. Truth be told, the reason he bought the scarf was because he had heard Derek talking to J.J. about how he loved purple silk. How it reminded him of Persian royals(idk go with it).

Derek crossed the room to stand in front of Spencer. He brought his hand up to the sleek fabric, slowly dragging his hand over it, occasionally brushing over the exposed skin of his neck; making goosebumps erupt all over.

Reid opened his mouth, as if to say something, but his voice faltered. All that came out was a soft breath that blew over Derek's mouth. Derek's hand made its way to Spencer's jaw, lightly cupping it, making grey eyes lock with brown ones.

Slightly dilated. The doctor noted, looking into the agents eyes; but that was cut short when the brown eyes darted down to the doctor's lips. The close proximity the two were in made it nearly impossible to avoid looking directly at each other, and the space being quickly shaved away by a certain agent, wasn't helping.

Their lips finally collided, with a spark that both men felt. Spencer, not being experienced in this particular field, only tilted his head to the side in attempt to make the kiss a bit more desirable. His arms stay limp at his sides, long forgotten. The kiss was broken by Morgan. He looked into Reid's grey eyes, with his own, both all but sparkling with wonder and endearment.

"Sit down." He instructed, lightly nudging him toward the black sofa. A crooked, almost bashful smile broke across the agents face, making Doctor Reid have to suppress his own adoring one. With quick strides, the doctor, walked over to the sofa, and sat on the far end; and Morgan plopped down beside him.

Doctor Reid turned to his friend(?) and hesitantly placed a hand on his shoulder. This made Derek laugh once more before he started the kissing up again.

This kiss, though, was not as chaste as the one they shared before, both men being more confident in their actions. More eager. Derek lightly pushed Spencer's shoulder, hinting for him to lay back; and he did without missing a beat.

Morgan threw his leg over the other side of Reid so he was now hovering just above him. They pulled apart.

"This is hardly professional." Spencer laughed breathless, starring into the agents eyes. Derek copied this action with his own baritone voice. Their lips found their way to each other once again; this time the kiss got a bit more... heated.

Derek's hand ventured over the doctor's chest, moving in a constant downward motion; getting closer, and closer to his-

"D-Derek," Spencer managed to stutter out, looking up at the brown eyed man with his own grey ones, which were almost popping out of his head. "I've, I've never done anything like this. I-I don't know what to do." Derek breathed out a laugh, looking down at Spencer fondly. The one time he doesn't know how to do something. He thought.

"It's okay, baby. I've got you. We'll take it nice and slow." Derek cooed to Spencer, pushing some hair that had made its way onto his face, behind his ear. "Okay?" Spencer shook his head in response, bringing his hand up, placing it at the nape of Derek's neck.

"Okay." He whispered, then pulled Derek's face down to his own to connect their lips once again. Their lips moved together, Spencer's more confident than before.

Spencer's hand trailed down Derek's back to the buckle of his belt. His slender fingers curled around the cold metal, grazing over the sensitive skin just above Derek's...

"Hey, Derek, Hotch' needs-" J.J. stopped once she actually saw the scene taking place in front of her. "Woah. Wow. Yeah, okay, that's-" If she said more neither Derek, nor Spencer heard her for she had long gone, leaving them once again, behind closed doors. But this time they were frozen.

Fin... ig