[That hand skirting down his side coupled with having the other in his lap, pressed impossibly close with his tongue practically down his throat... it's almost too much. He can barely breathe and he's heating up a lot faster than what's safe if they don't want to make a spectacle of themselves. He breaks the kiss, reluctantly and huffs, breaths softly rasping. He swallows raggedly, trying to find his voice and ignore the deafening beat of his heart.]
Aidan... we keep this up and I won't be able to walk out of here.
[With the increase in bloodflow also comes a reminder of what he and Reid had discussed earlier that day.]