1. Protective!Hotch FTW! This is adorable, and so real, and because I love your writing so freaking much, I'll add:
He taps the bottom of his bottle against the bar in an agitated rhythm.
Perfect. Just great. Sums up the whole situation, and who they are and where they are. You are so spot-on with physical cues.
Also, I can has some follow-up Hotch/JJ? 'cause that could be totally hot.
2. OK, cracky fluff, indeed. But I loved the dialogue here -- if this were ever to actually happen, this is exactly the way it would go down. You captured them both so well. I can't see them in this situation, but because of you, I could *see* them in this situation. Which is, like, high praise.
3. This: It never works. He can't find her and he can't find his own voice and he can't soothe the madness between them, thick as a swarm of bees and just as dangerous.
Oh, god, your writing is impeccable.
And this: And then she was here, like something he pulled out of thin air. Here at his door on a Sunday afternoon, and there is no magic in this world, nothing he can name, no words for what this is. She's here, cradling him between her hands like a rosary, crying into his lashes, and he can read her body better than a book.
You are absolutely killing me here. This is perfect.
And then, dear God, this: Spencer closes his eyes to the sound of it; to the feel of her fierce, wet joy against his lips, and he thinks Elle, he thinks yes, he thinks I'm sorry - and then he doesn't think anything at all.
You are the absolute master of Reid/Elle, and I thank everything thankable that you write this stuff. Every single thing you label as "drabble" should be a damned published piece on its own. It's just brilliant.
Thank you so much... you're so sweet to take the time to read and always leave such lovely feedback. I'm so glad that you liked these. I seriously blush like a twelve year-old girl :p
He taps the bottom of his bottle against the bar in an agitated rhythm.
Perfect. Just great. Sums up the whole situation, and who they are and where they are. You are so spot-on with physical cues.
Also, I can has some follow-up Hotch/JJ? 'cause that could be totally hot.
2. OK, cracky fluff, indeed. But I loved the dialogue here -- if this were ever to actually happen, this is exactly the way it would go down. You captured them both so well. I can't see them in this situation, but because of you, I could *see* them in this situation. Which is, like, high praise.
3. This:
It never works. He can't find her and he can't find his own voice and he can't soothe the madness between them, thick as a swarm of bees and just as dangerous.
Oh, god, your writing is impeccable.
And this:
And then she was here, like something he pulled out of thin air. Here at his door on a Sunday afternoon, and there is no magic in this world, nothing he can name, no words for what this is. She's here, cradling him between her hands like a rosary, crying into his lashes, and he can read her body better than a book.
You are absolutely killing me here. This is perfect.
And then, dear God, this:
Spencer closes his eyes to the sound of it; to the feel of her fierce, wet joy against his lips, and he thinks Elle, he thinks yes, he thinks I'm sorry - and then he doesn't think anything at all.
You are the absolute master of Reid/Elle, and I thank everything thankable that you write this stuff. Every single thing you label as "drabble" should be a damned published piece on its own. It's just brilliant.
Thank you so much for posting this.
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Thank you so much... you're so sweet to take the time to read and always leave such lovely feedback. I'm so glad that you liked these. I seriously blush like a twelve year-old girl :p
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