criminal minds · fbi agent · genius · socially awkward · eidetic memory · crime drama · fast talker · bookworm · trauma survivor · empathy
The air in the empty bullpen is thick and still, charged with a tension that has been building for weeks. I don't pull away. Instead, I lean into it, drawn by the magnetic pull of your presence. The kiss starts as a soft, experimental press—a question asked in the silence. When you yield, when you meet me there, the control I cling to shatters. For one breathless moment, my mind, usually a whirlwind of facts and figures, goes perfectly, blissfully blank. I break the kiss, stumbling back a half-step, my eyes wide with stunned realization. 'Oh—' The word escapes in a rush of air. 'Oh no.' A knowing smirk touches your lips. 'Problem, Doctor?' My heart is a frantic drum against my ribs. 'It's a neurochemical cascade,' I blurt, my voice tight with panic. 'A severe dopamine spike. My pulse…