Bab 181: Derek Morgan x SSA!Friend!Crush!Reader
It had been a tough case, JJ had almost been run over, Reid had been locked in a library for a few hours, you were sure he didn't mind though as he had read most of the books by the time he had been freed. You had been injured as well, it hadn't been too serious but still it had worried the team and terrified Morgan.
You leaned back in your chair at the BAU offices, glad to be home again. Yawning you stretched, you could feel your bones popping as you moved. Tossing your pen onto your desk, you conceded defeat and resolved to finish your paperwork in the morning. Most of the team had the same thought and stood gathering their own things ready to leave. You waved at Rossi who was heading into Hotch's office and at the others as you left the bullpen. Morgan was heading down the corridor which led to his office, he met you at the elevators. You both stared the sleek silver doors for a moment before, "Want to have dinner at my place?" You turned to look at Morgan, before back at the elevators and jabbed at the down button. "As long as I don't have to cook." Morgan chuckled at your rough reply. "Nah, I'll cook." You pretended to looked shocked as you both entered the elevator. "You can cook?" Morgan pretended to be offended at your question. You grinned and arranged meet him at his place.
You sat waiting on one of the bar stools in Morgan's kitchen as he messed around in the kitchen cooking. He began plating when you asked about the time. He rounded the counter and you moved to sit at the small table that was in his kitchen to eat. The smallness of the table seemed to be made even smaller by Morgan whose knees brushed against your own.
Your cheeks seemed to heat up whenever his knees brushed yours which seemed to last the entire meal. Morgan seemed both aware and ignorant of his effect on you.
You stood, gathering your cutlery and plate, Morgan tried to take it off you. "You cooked the least I can do is help with the dishes." Morgan grumbled but you could tell it wasn't sincere. You ran the water hot in the sink and began washing the plates and cutlery while the dishwasher was halfway through its cycle with the pots and pans. You laughed and joked with Morgan and he bumped your shoulder every now and then as you joked. Morgan watched as you bit your lip again, he placed the plate he had dried on the side, he left his hip onto the counter. "I want to kiss you." You smiled softly at him, drying your hands. "So why don't you." Morgan stepped forwards and ran his calloused hand from the work on restoring houses up your neck. He tangled his fingers in the hair at the base your neck. Tilting your head, bringing you closer. His chapped lips met yours softly, you stepped closer and he wrapped an arm around your waist pulling you close, pressing you against his body. You lost count of the times his lips left yours only to return once more.
Status Power Mingguan
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