Fic: Communication (Criminal Minds, Spencer Reid / Derek Morgan)
Title: Communication
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pair: Spencer Reid / Derek Morgan
Rating: PG
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Morgan was halfway between being awake and still sleeping when something warm pressed up against him. Then he felt a bony elbow poking his ribs, and he realised what was going on. Reid was snuggling closer, just like he always did. Reid had kept his distance when they had gone to bed in the evening, but his sleepy routines came through. Even when they went to bed after an argument, Reid always ended up snuggling against Morgan.
Last night they had gone through their biggest argument yet. Several tough cases in a row, no time to rest and being together twenty four/seven had blown up in the middle of the living room. Clooney had escaped to the kitchen, and a bowl of salsa had ended up on the floor. It had started from the TV remote and escalated to cover everything from work to sex, and from Clooney’s muddy paw prints to Reid’s taste in ties. Finally Morgan had slammed the salsa bowl to the floor and Reid had locked himself to the bathroom.
Warm skin rubbed against Morgan’s. He cracked one eye open. Reid’s back was against Morgan’s loins. Reid kept moving in his sleep, and Morgan started to feel movements of his own down below. The genius’s butt kept grinding against him.
It had taken half an hour to sweet talk Reid to come out of the bathroom, and he hadn’t said a word when they went to bed, sleeping as far away from Morgan as the space allowed. Now Morgan wasn’t quite sure if he had been forgiven or if Reid was just having a really nice dream. Just when he was about to escape from the temptations of the previously mentioned rear end, he heard Reid speak.
“Morgan.”
“Yeah?”
“I’ve been sending you messages for the last ten minutes. I know you’ve been awake.”
“That assgrind was a message?”
“Almost eighty percent of all human communication, excluding telephone, written word and so on, is non-verbal.
“Can’t you just say: Okay, I’m not mad at you anymore, wanna do the Humpty Dumpty?”
“If you keep using phrases like that I’ll be angry again, and very soon.”
“Okay, how bout: Okay, I’m not mad at you anymore, make sweet hot love to me, my hunky muscleman.”
“Better. Not exactly what I would say, but definitely better.” Reid rolled around and climbed on top of Morgan, sitting on his thighs. “Any more versions?”
“Come and profile me, you sexy piece of crumpet?”
“Crumpet?”
“Forget it.” Morgan groaned and placed his palms on Reid’s shoulders, pulling him down for a kiss. “But the first part was right, wasn’t it?”
“What part?”
“You’re not mad at me anymore?”
“Would I be sitting on you if I wasn’t mad at you?”
“Yeah, but it wouldn’t be that much fun.” Morgan paused. “I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
“For yelling at you last night. And apologising is against my style, so I deserve some extra points for that.”
“I was yelling too. But you started it, so I’ll just forgive you.”
“What do you mean I started it? You switched the channel when I watching the monkeys.”
“I’ve told you several times: You do not watch Tarzan movies before going to bed. You get exposed to too many negative influences.”
“What’s negative about Tarzan?”
“Remember the episode last month?”
“What episode?”
“We were engaged in a rather furious coupling on the kitchen table, when during your climax you let out a Tarzan yell.”
“So what?”
“Do you have any idea how well that destroys my rhythm?”
“You seemed happy enough back then!”
“I didn’t have the heart to tell you. You looked so eager when you asked if it was good for me too.”
“And it wasn’t?!”
“I didn’t say it was bad, but we’ve had better.”
“So why the hell are you telling me now?”
“We already had a cleansing argument last night, so I thought we could add this one to the list of issues we have discussed as a couple. I read some books about successful relationships and one of them said that fighting regularly is the key to success.”
“Are you serious?”
“Yeah. It cleans the air and majority of couples enjoy letting all the disturbing issues out, so afterwards they can move on.”
“And you need to move on from bad sex.”
“I didn’t say it was bad, but-”
“-we’ve had better.” Morgan finished. “Are we done now? You got some more issues you wanna talk about?”
“No. You?”
“Yeah, one. I’m still hard as a rock and you`re sitting on my little profiler. Why aren’t we having sex yet?”
“Why would you use that term?” Reid countered.
“What term?”
“Having sex. Couple minutes ago you called it doing the Humpty Dumpty and then making sweet hot love. Now you used a term that implies minimal emotional content and purely physical interaction.”
“Because of pure frustration. You’re on top of me and I wanna flip you to the mattress and screw your brains out.”
“And I always thought my brains were my main attraction…..” Reid leaned down to kiss Morgan teasingly.
“It is, and gotta say something.”
“What?”
“If I told anyone what a tease you can be, they wouldn’t believe me. They would just say you’re timid and innocent.”
“Are you saying I’m not?”
“You look innocent, but no.”
“I can live with that.” Reid chuckled. “So…..”
“So?”
“You admitted my brains are my main attraction. Do I have any other enticing qualities?”
“A truck load of them. Can we-”
“Tell me.”
“Fine. You got that pretty face. And I like your hair…..”
“And?”
“Smooth skin. I love to kiss it. And lick it. And bite it.”
“What else?”
“Great legs. Especially when they’re wrapped around me. And moving up from the legs……” Morgan’s hand went down from Reid’s shoulders to grope his buttocks. “A fantastic butt.”
“Nice to know you appreciate my best qualities.”
“I do. And you got big, pretty eyes….. and a gigantic forehead.”
“Would you repeat that last one?”
“Just look in the mirror if you don’t believe me. And don’t worry, it was a compliment.” Morgan flipped Reid over to his back and pressed him to the mattress. “You can list my best qualities afterwards.”
“Just one more thing…..”
“What?”
“No more Tarzan yells. I don’t mind you going ape-man on me, but that just ruins my mood.”
“Okay, I promise. Can I throw you over my shoulder and carry you to my cave?”
“Can we just stay on the bed?” Reid suggested.
“Fine, mister Party Spoiler.” Morgan silenced Reid with a deep kiss.