Reid welcomed Rossi's tongue, his heart pounding in his ears. If he had had any doubts of what he wanted when he had sat down with Rossi, they were gone now. He wanted this, the consequences be damned.

Rossi's hand in his hair made him curl towards the touch. He ghosted his hands along Rossi's jaw, up the bones in his face to his hair. He doubted they would be able to do much more than this with Rossi's injuries--and even if Rossi wanted to, Reid would put a stop to it before the older agent managed to undo his stitches--but he was happy with this for the moment. He was completely content with Rossi's kisses.