Reid sat on the counter in the kitchen, sipping at his sugary coffee and watching as Morgan moved around the room. The older agent was making them breakfast, as the cold late fall rain fell against the windows outside. They were still sleep warm and rumpled, just barely dressed after early morning love making. He could still smell Morgan on his skin. And this was really Reid’s favorite time with his lover.
Sunday mornings, almost always guaranteed to never be interrupted by work. They could sleep in, wake slowly...take their time with everything. And this was the place, the way, that Reid enjoyed Morgan too. Calm and relaxed, none of the door-busting tense seriousness that filled their work days. Barefoot and in ratty well worn jeans, dress shirt from the day before, mostly undone as he cooked. Reid could see each movement of muscle, even beneath the light material. Even with his vocabulary, there wasn’t any other way to really describe it but breathtaking.
The weather outside this morning just made him want to stay in the warmth of the home, in this little bubble of a world with Morgan even more. It was a haven -- serene and so separate from all the chaos and tragedy they were surrounded by at work. Even Reid ‘s mind could pause, let all the thoughts and theories and facts fade to the background so he could just be quiet and be.
“What are you staring at, Pretty Boy? Watching me do all the work while you sit there being lazy?”
Reid was snapped from his thoughts as he sipped from his coffee and set it aside. “Just watching you in general.”
Morgan smirked. “And liking what you see?” He abandoned what he was doing to move over to where Reid was.
“Yes, actually.” He parted his thighs easily so Morgan could move between.
Humming, Morgan pushed the already half-open dress shirt Reid was dressed in down to uncover his shoulder. He laid a long line of kisses along the curve up to Reid’s neck.
“Breakfast is going to burn.” Reid attempted to warn even as he tipped his head to the side.
“I can make it again,” Morgan assured, nipping at his lover’s pulse point, sure to leave a mark.
Gasping, Reid pulled him closer, wrapping his limbs around Morgan’s muscular form. He was ok with that. It was Sunday and they had nothing before them but time.