CM fic: fête des amoureux
Title: fête des amoureux
Author: RoRaAndCo
Translation: possesedangel, given permission by the author
Rating: PG-13, Word Count: 1589
Pairing: Aaron Hotchner/Spencer Reid
Summary: Just in time for Valentine's Day, JJ helps out Hotch and Reid with some major miscommunication about their relationship.
Notes: Original fic in French at http://guillon.christelle.free.fr/forum/viewtopic.php?f=19&t=7102 Translated by request via http://cmficfinders.livejournal.com/347552.html.
On Sunday February 14th, the whole team finally returned home to the BAU. All had come to finish reports after four grueling cases in a row, and no one was dawdling, eager to return home and celebrate Valentine’s Day. Morgan and Emily were the first to go. JJ was about to do the same, pausing after seeing that Reid was still there.
“Hey,” she said while approaching, “what are you doing with Aaron tonight?”
“Nothing.” The young man was content to respond while turning off his computer.
“What do you mean nothing? Dinner or a movie…?”
“No, JJ, not dinner, not a movie… nothing at all.”
“But why?”
“Aaron thinks he’s too old to celebrate Valentine’s Day.”
“Oh that’s not bad,” she responded. “You’ll have a quiet night at home as lovers.”
“I don’t think so exactly,” he said, trailing his words off quietly.
“Why?”
“It’s simply that, to be lovers, you actually have to be in love.”
“Wait, Spence, you’ve been talking to me about Aaron for weeks and weeks. When you told me that you were together, I’d never seen you so happy! And today you’re telling me you’re not in love?”
“Yes, I’m in love with him… but he doesn’t feel the same.”
“What are you saying Spence?” she said, taking his hand.
“I’m just his… personal whore.”
“What? How could you believe that?”
“We see each other at night, never during the day. No touching even when we’re alone. Never been on a date… After our first time, he’s never embraced me except when we’re together in bed. And he’s never said that he loves me.”
JJ was silent.
“I’m sorry I told you all that, it’s really nothing important… Have a good night.”
He quickly disappeared, leaving his friend completely taken aback. After gathering herself together, she stood and took the couple steps which led to her boss’ office. She knocked briefly and entered.
“Sorry to bother you sir, can I have a word?”
“Have a seat. Is there a problem?”
“I’m worried about Spence…”
Hotch tensed almost imperceptibly, aware that JJ knew about the two of them. She knew his lover so well, but it seemed strange to speak about him with her.
“Why?” he asked all the same.
“He told me you didn’t want to celebrate Valentine’s Day…”
“I’m too old!” the brunet deflected immediately.
“Yes, but it’s true that he also… I’m not sure I should tell you, but I think that you should know. You can do what you like with the information. Reid... he thinks that you consider him your… your…”
Not finding in the moment a more polite synonym, she borrowed the words of her colleague, and repeated what he’d said. Hotch’s mouth gaped open.
“But…”
The young woman stood then. “I’m sorry, but I have to go. As for me, I’m not too old to celebrate.”
Hotch, while he rested there sitting, thought over again what JJ had told him. It was completely wrong. He embraced his young lover often, not later than that morning... No, but last night coming into his apartment… Not then either, but he was sure… He sighed deeply, he didn’t have to profile their relationship, what Reid had said was hardly true.
He stood, took his coat, and drove to his colleague’s apartment, using his own key to enter. The young man was spread flat on his stomach over the couch, occupied in reading an enormous tome. He didn’t seem to have heard Hotch enter. As always when he was engrossed in one of his books, nothing seemed able to disturb him. Aaron approached him softly and posed his hand gently on the hollow of the reader’s back. Spencer startled suddenly and disappeared over the edge of the sofa.
“It’s alright, it’s just me,” Aaron said with a smile. His smile disappeared as soon as he noticed red eyes and the traces of tears on Spencer’s cheeks.
“You scared me, I didn’t think you were coming tonight,” Spencer said while picking himself up.
By reflex, Aaron followed him, and they found themselves again in Spencer’s bedroom. Without delay, Spencer started to undress. What JJ had told him clicked for the older man, that this was all that they were. He now realized that all their nights had unthinkingly followed the same pattern: Aaron arrived, usually after dinner, and his lover immediately stopped whatever he was doing to give himself to his bedroom. Without delay, Spencer stripped, stretched himself over the bed. He then undressed himself before joining Spencer and making love to him. Afterwards, Aaron sometimes let the younger man sleep in his arms, waking himself early the next morning while Spencer was still sleeping.
Spencer gave all of himself and demanded nothing, instead suffering silently. How had Aaron been able to ignore his distance? How could he ignore how false Spencer’s smile was when they were together? Aaron was so afraid to attach himself and of being hurt when they inevitably split that he had instigated a series of simple trysts lacking any superfluous tenderness. He gently took his lover’s wrist in his hand, preventing Spencer from finishing undressing himself completely.
“Why are you allowing all this?”
“What?” asked Spencer, surprised.
“JJ spoke to me.”
There was a brief pause as Spencer registered what Aaron was saying to him, and then startled into action.
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to… I… Don’t leave me. I didn’t tell her anything. I… Please don’t leave me.”
Tears seemed to flow over his cheeks, but Spencer spoke with some difficulty between drops. “I’ll do whatever you want, but I’m begging you to stay.”
“Whatever I want?” asked Aaron, making the younger man look at him. “But what do you want, Spencer?”
He received no response, but he knew, he realized that they weren’t a couple at all, without the tenderness and love which Spencer had been forced to imagine. The phrase, “whatever you want,” was resonated in his thoughts. To say that Spencer was his personal whore wasn’t so far from the truth. In fact, the only real difference was that Aaron never left any money on the bedside table before leaving. Nevertheless, despite his behavior, Aaron had never thought to demean Spencer that way. Suddenly aware that Spencer was still looking at him, panicked at the idea of seeing him leave, Aaron wiped at his lover’s wet cheeks, and gave him a small smile.
“You don’t have to do anything to make me stay. I’m here tonight because I want to be with you. Move over a bit,” he murmured, softly pushing Spencer onto the bed.
Then Aaron undressed, staying in boxers, before lying close to him. He took Spencer gently between his arms and placed his lips on Spencer’s cheek and mouth. Spencer didn’t react, seemingly waiting… waiting as usual for Hotch to decide what he wanted to do. But this time, and for the first time since the beginning of their relationship, Aaron contented himself to tighten his arms around Spencer and whisper at him to go to sleep.
While Spencer didn’t take long to succumb to sleep, Aaron stared at the ceiling, and analyzed his disastrous appraisal of their relationship again. Since the beginning, he had showed himself as a nearly senseless narcissist… Like with his decision that he wouldn’t celebrate Valentine’s under the pretext that he was too old. JJ was right; however old Aaron might be, Spencer was the age to celebrate and love this holiday.
The next morning, Spencer woke himself, yet his eyes remained closed. He never opened them immediately after a night with his lover, because before waking he could breathe in Aaron’s scent, and during those few instants he hoped that this time he wouldn’t be alone. This was a futile hope that seemed only to pain him, but it still allowed him the illusion of possibility.
His nose wrinkled at the proximity of the usual traces of cologne - maybe his lover had left later than usual, maybe he himself had woken earlier, maybe…
Not wanting to believe it, Spencer groped at the space next to him, and shocked awake at the feeling of a warm body under his hand.
Aaron was there and smiled at him. “You seem surprised to find me in your bed.”
“A little,” he murmured.
Was this a good thing? Or had Aaron stayed to break up with him? Or…
Spencer was interrupted from his thoughts by the soft voice of his lover.
“I never told you, and probably never showed you, but I do love you Spencer. I’ve been afraid - afraid of being hurt, of attaching myself too much and losing you… But that gives me no right to hurt you, or to prevent us from being happy.”
Spencer finally turned his head toward Aaron.
“You could never lose me. I love you too much for that.”
How could Aaron doubt that? Spencer was living unhappily, thinking himself unloved ever since they began with each other.
“You’ve shown me that every day, and now it’s for me to do the same… What do you say about celebrating Valentine’s today? Take a shower and dress, and we’ll have a romantic breakfast, take a walk through the park. We can see a movie, I’ll make a candlelit dinner, and… we’ll see about after,” he said with a smile.
“But what about work?”
“I think it’s about time everyone had a day off, don’t you?”
Spencer gave him a finally true smile, and Aaron took him tenderly between his arms.
Author: RoRaAndCo
Translation: possesedangel, given permission by the author
Rating: PG-13, Word Count: 1589
Pairing: Aaron Hotchner/Spencer Reid
Summary: Just in time for Valentine's Day, JJ helps out Hotch and Reid with some major miscommunication about their relationship.
Notes: Original fic in French at http://guillon.christelle.free.fr/forum/viewtopic.php?f=19&t=7102 Translated by request via http://cmficfinders.livejournal.com/347552.html.
On Sunday February 14th, the whole team finally returned home to the BAU. All had come to finish reports after four grueling cases in a row, and no one was dawdling, eager to return home and celebrate Valentine’s Day. Morgan and Emily were the first to go. JJ was about to do the same, pausing after seeing that Reid was still there.
“Hey,” she said while approaching, “what are you doing with Aaron tonight?”
“Nothing.” The young man was content to respond while turning off his computer.
“What do you mean nothing? Dinner or a movie…?”
“No, JJ, not dinner, not a movie… nothing at all.”
“But why?”
“Aaron thinks he’s too old to celebrate Valentine’s Day.”
“Oh that’s not bad,” she responded. “You’ll have a quiet night at home as lovers.”
“I don’t think so exactly,” he said, trailing his words off quietly.
“Why?”
“It’s simply that, to be lovers, you actually have to be in love.”
“Wait, Spence, you’ve been talking to me about Aaron for weeks and weeks. When you told me that you were together, I’d never seen you so happy! And today you’re telling me you’re not in love?”
“Yes, I’m in love with him… but he doesn’t feel the same.”
“What are you saying Spence?” she said, taking his hand.
“I’m just his… personal whore.”
“What? How could you believe that?”
“We see each other at night, never during the day. No touching even when we’re alone. Never been on a date… After our first time, he’s never embraced me except when we’re together in bed. And he’s never said that he loves me.”
JJ was silent.
“I’m sorry I told you all that, it’s really nothing important… Have a good night.”
He quickly disappeared, leaving his friend completely taken aback. After gathering herself together, she stood and took the couple steps which led to her boss’ office. She knocked briefly and entered.
“Sorry to bother you sir, can I have a word?”
“Have a seat. Is there a problem?”
“I’m worried about Spence…”
Hotch tensed almost imperceptibly, aware that JJ knew about the two of them. She knew his lover so well, but it seemed strange to speak about him with her.
“Why?” he asked all the same.
“He told me you didn’t want to celebrate Valentine’s Day…”
“I’m too old!” the brunet deflected immediately.
“Yes, but it’s true that he also… I’m not sure I should tell you, but I think that you should know. You can do what you like with the information. Reid... he thinks that you consider him your… your…”
Not finding in the moment a more polite synonym, she borrowed the words of her colleague, and repeated what he’d said. Hotch’s mouth gaped open.
“But…”
The young woman stood then. “I’m sorry, but I have to go. As for me, I’m not too old to celebrate.”
Hotch, while he rested there sitting, thought over again what JJ had told him. It was completely wrong. He embraced his young lover often, not later than that morning... No, but last night coming into his apartment… Not then either, but he was sure… He sighed deeply, he didn’t have to profile their relationship, what Reid had said was hardly true.
He stood, took his coat, and drove to his colleague’s apartment, using his own key to enter. The young man was spread flat on his stomach over the couch, occupied in reading an enormous tome. He didn’t seem to have heard Hotch enter. As always when he was engrossed in one of his books, nothing seemed able to disturb him. Aaron approached him softly and posed his hand gently on the hollow of the reader’s back. Spencer startled suddenly and disappeared over the edge of the sofa.
“It’s alright, it’s just me,” Aaron said with a smile. His smile disappeared as soon as he noticed red eyes and the traces of tears on Spencer’s cheeks.
“You scared me, I didn’t think you were coming tonight,” Spencer said while picking himself up.
By reflex, Aaron followed him, and they found themselves again in Spencer’s bedroom. Without delay, Spencer started to undress. What JJ had told him clicked for the older man, that this was all that they were. He now realized that all their nights had unthinkingly followed the same pattern: Aaron arrived, usually after dinner, and his lover immediately stopped whatever he was doing to give himself to his bedroom. Without delay, Spencer stripped, stretched himself over the bed. He then undressed himself before joining Spencer and making love to him. Afterwards, Aaron sometimes let the younger man sleep in his arms, waking himself early the next morning while Spencer was still sleeping.
Spencer gave all of himself and demanded nothing, instead suffering silently. How had Aaron been able to ignore his distance? How could he ignore how false Spencer’s smile was when they were together? Aaron was so afraid to attach himself and of being hurt when they inevitably split that he had instigated a series of simple trysts lacking any superfluous tenderness. He gently took his lover’s wrist in his hand, preventing Spencer from finishing undressing himself completely.
“Why are you allowing all this?”
“What?” asked Spencer, surprised.
“JJ spoke to me.”
There was a brief pause as Spencer registered what Aaron was saying to him, and then startled into action.
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to… I… Don’t leave me. I didn’t tell her anything. I… Please don’t leave me.”
Tears seemed to flow over his cheeks, but Spencer spoke with some difficulty between drops. “I’ll do whatever you want, but I’m begging you to stay.”
“Whatever I want?” asked Aaron, making the younger man look at him. “But what do you want, Spencer?”
He received no response, but he knew, he realized that they weren’t a couple at all, without the tenderness and love which Spencer had been forced to imagine. The phrase, “whatever you want,” was resonated in his thoughts. To say that Spencer was his personal whore wasn’t so far from the truth. In fact, the only real difference was that Aaron never left any money on the bedside table before leaving. Nevertheless, despite his behavior, Aaron had never thought to demean Spencer that way. Suddenly aware that Spencer was still looking at him, panicked at the idea of seeing him leave, Aaron wiped at his lover’s wet cheeks, and gave him a small smile.
“You don’t have to do anything to make me stay. I’m here tonight because I want to be with you. Move over a bit,” he murmured, softly pushing Spencer onto the bed.
Then Aaron undressed, staying in boxers, before lying close to him. He took Spencer gently between his arms and placed his lips on Spencer’s cheek and mouth. Spencer didn’t react, seemingly waiting… waiting as usual for Hotch to decide what he wanted to do. But this time, and for the first time since the beginning of their relationship, Aaron contented himself to tighten his arms around Spencer and whisper at him to go to sleep.
While Spencer didn’t take long to succumb to sleep, Aaron stared at the ceiling, and analyzed his disastrous appraisal of their relationship again. Since the beginning, he had showed himself as a nearly senseless narcissist… Like with his decision that he wouldn’t celebrate Valentine’s under the pretext that he was too old. JJ was right; however old Aaron might be, Spencer was the age to celebrate and love this holiday.
The next morning, Spencer woke himself, yet his eyes remained closed. He never opened them immediately after a night with his lover, because before waking he could breathe in Aaron’s scent, and during those few instants he hoped that this time he wouldn’t be alone. This was a futile hope that seemed only to pain him, but it still allowed him the illusion of possibility.
His nose wrinkled at the proximity of the usual traces of cologne - maybe his lover had left later than usual, maybe he himself had woken earlier, maybe…
Not wanting to believe it, Spencer groped at the space next to him, and shocked awake at the feeling of a warm body under his hand.
Aaron was there and smiled at him. “You seem surprised to find me in your bed.”
“A little,” he murmured.
Was this a good thing? Or had Aaron stayed to break up with him? Or…
Spencer was interrupted from his thoughts by the soft voice of his lover.
“I never told you, and probably never showed you, but I do love you Spencer. I’ve been afraid - afraid of being hurt, of attaching myself too much and losing you… But that gives me no right to hurt you, or to prevent us from being happy.”
Spencer finally turned his head toward Aaron.
“You could never lose me. I love you too much for that.”
How could Aaron doubt that? Spencer was living unhappily, thinking himself unloved ever since they began with each other.
“You’ve shown me that every day, and now it’s for me to do the same… What do you say about celebrating Valentine’s today? Take a shower and dress, and we’ll have a romantic breakfast, take a walk through the park. We can see a movie, I’ll make a candlelit dinner, and… we’ll see about after,” he said with a smile.
“But what about work?”
“I think it’s about time everyone had a day off, don’t you?”
Spencer gave him a finally true smile, and Aaron took him tenderly between his arms.