Six Criminal Minds Prompts
Title: Six Criminal Minds Prompts
Author: rowena_dawson
Rating: R/FRM
Characters/Pairings: Morgan/Reid, Hotch/Garcia
Warnings: implied slash, body image issues, unbeta-ed
Spoilers: none
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. I put them back when I am done.
Summary: Here are six ficlets prompted from staringout.
#164-Third Party POV- Try writing from the perspective of a character watching a scene unfold between your main characters. -Morgan/Reid
It was obvious that something was wrong. If it wasn’t for Reid’s obnoxious slouched posture and seclusion techniques, it was Morgan’s short temper and unusual crankiness towards the team.
I had watched the two change. From the beginning, they were hesitant to be near each other. Reid didn’t like contact. Morgan…well, his body language was obvious enough to show his feelings. I had seen it change from distant to very close. Subtle touches and glances when they thought the other wasn’t looking. Smiles. Laughs. To me, it was pretty obvious what was going on, but I kept my mouth shut. Good for them.
But now, there was this.
They were positioned as far as they could away from each other as they could. Eyes averted. Postures defiant.
“Reid. Morgan. My office. Now.”
The two shuffled in.
“I don’t need to be an expert on body language to accurately tell what is going on between the two of you…”
“But, I-“
“Please,” I cut Reid off, “as far as I’m concerned, it’s all speculation. However, it is in your best interest to patch whatever it is up right now before your actions interfere your own lives on anyone else’s. I am leaving the room for fifteen minutes and when I get back, everything will be settled.”
I did as I promised and returned fifteen minutes later. There were loose papers on the floor, furniture slightly skewed, and both of their clothes looked a bit ruffled.
I swallowed hard.
“If I ever have to deal with this again, I’ll have to report you both.”
“Yes, sir,” they said in unison.
“Good, now get out of my office…and please, clean yourselves up.”
#55-write about the one thing your character would never admit to -Morgan/Reid
“I love the way you get all defensive when an unsub gets too close to me,” Spencer said to Derek as they lay together in bed, naked under the covers.
“I love the way you recite statistics on orgasms when we’re having sex,” Derek said back, kissing Spencer.
“I love the way you always know how to cheer me up.”
“I love the way you ask permission before you trying anything in bed,” Derek whispered lustfully.
“I love the feeling of your skin on mine,” Spencer said, pressing his palm to Derek’s chest, “and when you hold me in your arms.”
“Baby,” Derek whispered and pulled him in to rest next to him, “you know how much I love you.”
“How much?”
Derek kissed him softly on the lips, dragging his tongue across the roof of his mouth.
“Mmmm…so much…”
“Yes,” Derek said with a smile. He yawned slightly before looking at the clock. He suddenly sat upright and got up fast. Spencer whimpered at the loss of him.
“I’m missing the game,” Derek said excitedly and he ran into the living room. It was quite a sight for Spencer who just watched…
He’d never admit just how much he liked that view…
#150-Someone is uncomfortable in their own skin -Morgan/Reid
He was stuck in front of the bathroom mirror. Again. Like a fish out of water, he stood in front of it, naked, just looking at himself. He traced his face, cheekbones and slender frame. He let his hands trace his body, touching the slender shoulders and hips…so many flaws…so many…
He felt Derek come up behind him.
“What’s the matter, baby?”
Spencer just felt the tears roll down his face. He looked into the mirror. He was standing there, completely exposed, tears rolling down his face…
But Derek was wrapping his arms around him, looking at him with those deep almost black eyes.
“I…I’m not feeling so…pretty today…”
“You’re always my pretty boy…” He kissed him on the back of the neck and trailed kisses down to his back and dipping slightly before coming back to wrapping his hands around him and turned him around to face him.
“Hey…” he wiped a tear from his eye, “you are always my pretty boy. I want you to know that.” He kissed him.
“Okay…” he answered weakly but he felt himself in Derek’s arms.
It was then that he realized…everything was going to be okay.
#28-using these letters, CWITSNEMBR, write a ten-word letter sentence starting with each letter. Morgan/Reid
Candidly when it took Spencer’s name, everything Morgan believed, resolved.
#106- write about two people trying to fit into a space meant for one (metaphysical or physical) -Morgan/Reid
Spencer should have known that getting into an elevator with Derek was a bad idea. The first time was enough to cause him to take out some life insurance; he should have known that doing it again was tempting fate.
The elevator was the only way up and unfortunately, it was entirely too small. Derek was a big, strong man and Spencer, well, he was still bigger than a girl.
Spencer walked into the elevator and Derek squeezed in behind.
“Um,” Spencer said when he pressed the button and brushed against Derek’s stomach, “Uh...sorry.”
“It’s alright, pretty boy. What the BAU needs is a bigger elevator.”
Spencer nodded and tried shifting that he gave the other man some room. Being this close to him was driving his senses into overdrive. He had been in love with the man the moment they met. They had never been this close before though. Their shoulders were touching. He swallowed hardly. He was just glad that Derek couldn’t read what he was thinking.
Then the elevator lurched to the floor.
Spencer was sent sprawling forward and ended up in Derek’s lap. Face first.
He paused. The blood rushing to his face as he wondered what he should do first.
“Uh, Pretty boy?”
“Mhm?”
“You, uh, wanna get your face out of my lap?”
He pulled away quickly.
“Oh, I’m…uh, really sorry. I didn’t mean for it to happen and I want you to know that I…” he started rambling.
“All I was gonna say pretty boy is don’t you think that we should have dinner first?” Derek winked before walking out.
#67-write about someone skipping something; a rock, a school day, a medicine, work…etc -Hotch/Garcia
“Hey, how are you holding up?”
She was in her bed, completely covered and surrounded in blankets, two boxes of tissues, a plethora of used tissues, three crumpled juice boxes and felt disoriented.
“I’ve been better, Aaron…” She blew her nose loudly.
“It’s going to be okay, Pen. I’m going to leave early from work and I am going to come home and make you some chicken soup.”
“Oh, that better be some super chicken soup,” Pen said, her voice nasal, “because I want to see my family and my computer haven very soon.”
Hotch laughed.
“Everyone misses you. Trust me. I think Morgan is going crazy without you...not to mention me.”
“Oh that devil….” she said before laughing which ended up in her coughing, “oh and by the way, check your e-mail before you come home. A little something to hold you over.” She hung up.
Hotch smiled and went to his computer. This should be interesting…
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