A Love Story in Ten Parts
Title: A Love Story in Ten Parts
Rating: Hard R/FRM
Characters/Pairings: Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid, minor Reid/OMC, Emily Prentiss
Warnings: implied sexual situations, angst, heavy violence, language, fluff, unbetaed
Spoilers: none
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. I put them back when I am done.
Summary: A Morgan/Reid love story in ten parts all prompted from staringout.
Part 1-The Dream
#590-write about the persistent dream
He woke in a sweat. Taking a moment to catch his breath, he let his eyes focus in the dark and he lay back against his pillow.
Slowly, he let his breathing return to normal.
He couldn’t keep going on like this. The dreams were coming every night now. Every night the same dream repeated in his head like a reel on a projector.
He found himself on a beautiful beach that had no real name or destination. Relaxing in the sun and drinking some tropical drink he hadn’t an idea of what the name was, it would be perfection. As he would be relaxing on a wooden beach chair, he would feel the warmth of another touching his hand lightly and he would feel himself smile. Letting the warmth of the sun lull him into a tranquil state, he wouldn’t even think about it again until the touch grew more persistent and the soft call of ‘Spencer’ would fill his ears. Looking over, he would see the mystery blonde, who would smile back at him. She would lean over and start to kiss him. Soon, he was taking rasps of breath between the passionate kisses.
Sometime then, he would start to realize something changed. There was urgency in the kisses, the touches would grow harder, rougher, and there was roughness in the once soft skin that touched and caressed him. He would pull back to see Derek Morgan, lips swollen from kissing and eyes black with lust. As he leaned in closer, he would give a small soft smile and whisper to lean back and enjoy the ride before placing kisses lower…and lower…and lower…
Spencer let out a long sigh and sat up. The clock on the night stand blinked 4:45 a.m. and he tried rolling over, but he knew he wouldn’t get too much more sleep. It was always the same.
He sat up and sighed. In the beginning, he told himself it was just a dream. Many people dreamt about relations with the opposite sex. But dreaming about it almost every night? Who was he trying to fool?
Groaning, he went into the bathroom and started a cold shower.
Part 2-The Choice
#658-write about the moment of indecision
“Hey Pretty Boy.”
Spencer swallowed hard and looked over at Derek. He was fiddling with some papers at his desk.
“Hey, what’s up?”
“You look tired. Late night?”
You have no idea.
For a moment, he considered telling him. He considered taking him into one of the abandoned conference rooms and telling him just what kept him up last night. But, he then noticed Derek was still looking at him, now with an odd-looking sort of interest.
He can’t do it.
“Couldn’t sleep.”
“Maybe it’s all that coffee you are always drinking.”
Or maybe it’s because your desk is so close to mine and I watch you all day…
“Maybe,” he shrugged.
“Hey, it will all be good, Pretty Boy,” Derek flashed a smile and clasped him on the shoulder. Spencer whimpered on the inside.
He turned back to his work and sighed.
Something had to change…or he might lose his mind in the process…
Part 3-The Substitute
#624-write about the view out the window
He finished up the last notes on the case file before he slid it back into his messenger bag. Stretching, he laid back on the hotel’s bed and sighed aloud. He was alone, the case was drawing near an end and the others were finishing up some last minute interviews. Spencer had been sent back to the room after he had nearly fallen asleep at the conference room.
Now, he was lying back in bed and staring out the window. It was raining and lightning flashed across the sky. It would be hours before anyone would return. And Derek, who had been chosen to room with him, would join him as well.
Spencer noticed Derek had left one of his dress shirts on the bed. He walked over and picked it up, the material slipping through his hands. He leaned forward and inhaled. It was Derek’s essence. It smelt of dust, earth and cologne, a bitter but rustic smell. There was a hint of something else that was just Derek and it sent shivers down his body to his core.
Taking in another smell, he put the shirt back on Derek’s side of the bed. He sat down in the chair again, facing the window outside. Feeling the heat slowly taking over him, he let his hand wander down…
A flash of lightning and crash of thunder outside sparked the heat in his veins. Closing his eyes, he let himself relax.
An experimental stroke caused his body to tense. Feeling the warmth start to spread, he gave himself another two or three before he started his favorite fantasy.
Derek walks in from work to find him, spread out and pleasuring himself. The sight gives himself some pleasurable quakes through his own body. He can’t help but give himself a few strokes before he comes up behind him. As a greeting, he wraps his own hand around Spencer’s member.
“What’s my Pretty Boy doing while I’m away?”
Spencer tries to speak, but his words are cut off as he moans. Derek’s callused hands around him send more than shivers up his spine. He cannot think; he can only breathe…
“Are you thinking about me?” Derek whispers lustfully.
“Always…always you Derek…always…”
“Mmm, you look so beautiful like that…spread open for me…”
“God, D-D-derek…” he whines.
“Cum for me, Spencer…I want to see you let go…show me what I do to you…”
With a yell and Derek’s name on his lips, Spencer came apart in the hotel room. Sweating and whining, he let himself fold into the feeling that spread through his fingers all the way down to his toes. He milked the orgasm through the aftershocks until finally, he fell, exhausted, in the bed.
Later, when Derek came back to the room, he noticed Spencer fast asleep in bed. He realized he has never seen the man so peaceful and at rest.
Part Four-The Dinner
#679-“Just get in the car.”
“Reid.”
It was late and he was walking through the parking garage. Already on edge, the noise made him jump. The Jeep that had pulled up rolled down the window. It was just Derek.
“Hey.”
“Hey man, you got a second?”
“Sure,” he said and stopped walking. “What’s up?”
“You want to grab some drinks or something?”
He swallowed hard. That was probably not a good idea.
“I’m kind of busy.”
“Just get in the car,” Derek laughed. How could he really resist him? He was just one of the many who were completely smitten by his charms.
“Hey man,” Derek said to him as he jumped in. “How does Gino’s sound?”
“Okay.”
Spencer took a long drink from his wine glass. He was watching Derek pretty closely, especially since he hadn’t mentioned at all why he had invited him out. So far, it was normal conversation that could have easily been done at the office. Granted, the current story about Garcia hacking the BAU’s cameras had them both almost crying from the laughter.
“And she said she yelled down the hall at Sanderson like the wicked witch, ‘I’m going to be get you next time, my pretty!’”
Spencer had to work hard to stop wine from coming out his nose. He chortled and Derek coughed as he laughed.
“So, how are you?”
Spencer swallowed the wine.
“Fine.”
“You’ve…been acting weird lately.”
“Really? No one else has really mentioned that to me.”
“Reid. You’ve been acting weird towards me.”
Spencer tried to stop the rising blush to his cheeks, but his pale skin gave him away.
“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Spencer…”
The other man using his first name got his attention.
“I don’t think that-“
“Stop rambling.”
Spencer shut his mouth with a snap. He was trying hard to keep his eyes locked with Derek’s, but he found himself looking away.
“Spencer…”
He locked eyes with the other man. Derek involuntarily licked his lips.
“Is there something you want to tell me?”
Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes.
“Uh…”
Spencer swallowed hard.
“Hey, let’s go somewhere private to talk. Is that okay?”
Spencer could only nod.
“Check please.”
Part Five-The Morning After
#617-write about what’s in the light as well as the shadow
The rising sun of the morning shone light into the small room. Hitting the corners, illuminating the shadows of the room, it highlighted the sleeping forms in the bed. Tangled sheets and entwined limbs, the sleeping forms didn’t stir, even as the light began to show the naked limbs and bodies.
Spencer was the first to wake up.
In a moment, he realized where he was, lying in red satin sheets he didn’t own and next to a muscular man who loved him. He was spooning with him, lying against this man. He realized he had been nuzzling the other man’s chest and had molded against him.
It felt so right.
And when Derek opened his eyes in the morning light and looked into his eyes, he knew he felt the same.
Part Six-The Mistake
#694-write about the last date
As soon as he had met the other man, he knew it was a mistake.
It wasn’t supposed to be a date; it was supposed to be a meeting about antique books. The other man had sent him several e-mails inquiring about buying his fourth edition copy of Canterbury Tales. After realizing he probably could get a small fortune and that his mother’s birthday was coming up, he accepted the offer to meet.
The man seemed interested in the beginning, but then, he started taking any excuse to try and touch him. There was the casual touch on the wrist or accidental brush that Spencer realized was just more than coincidence.
He finally left, but not before the man scrawled his number on a piece of paper and asked him to call him. He had the nerve to still pretend to be under the conviction of buying that damn book.
He wasn’t going to sell that goddamn book to anyone now.
Part Seven-The Number
#600-“Do you feel better now?”
He came home to a disaster zone.
The shelves that held the many books with thumbed-through pages were precariously balanced against the living room couch. The books themselves were flung about the room, many strained against their spines and some, he pondered, looked as if they had had pages ripped from them.
Stepping around the mess, many of it seemed like dirt and broken glass, he noticed that the kitchen hadn’t been spared. Shelves were pulled free of their marks, dishes were broken and were thrown across the floor. Glasses of all shapes and sizes were flung throughout the house and not just the littered kitchen floor.
At first, he thought he had been robbed. The assailant would have been looking for valuables and in the pursuit; he had moved, broken and torn apart the apartment.
Then he saw the unbroken vase on the living room table. Inside, it still held the rose that he had been given on his first date. It had remained there for the many months that he had spent with his boyfriend and best friend. It was untouched and remained the same as it had when it had been given.
But there was also something else on the table, something that shouldn’t have been there. It was something that had mistakenly fallen out of his pocket only hours before. It was something that was unplanned, exotic and in fluid cursive writing.
In one fluid motion, he ran into the back bedroom and swung open the door.
Derek was in mid-throw of the bedroom lamp when he turned up to face Spencer.
There were tears running down his face and his eyes were bloodshot. His lip quivered slightly.
Spencer couldn’t move. He couldn’t think. He couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t….be. But he did know that at some point, he had started crying and now, he couldn’t stop. He felt his body shake with the quivers of sorrow but he couldn’t make a sound. It was…no, he couldn’t describe it. He couldn’t think.
Derek opened his mouth to speak, but he closed it. Instead, he finished his destruction on the lamp. Spencer watched it shatter in almost slow motion and watched as he felt the last few months shatter with the piece of furniture.
“Do you feel better now?” Spencer struggled to say, his voice cracking with every word. “Do you feel better, Derek? Because I know I am.”
Part Eight- The Missing Contact
#697-write about the missing contact
Derek missed Spencer. Spencer missed Derek.
But the finding of that number was a final straw for Derek. He never denied being jealous and violent. It was understood when they started dating, but this, this was too much for Spencer. It took hours to clean, even with Emily’s help, and every little broken thing, made him a little sadder. By the end of the day, he had to ask Emily to leave while he broke down.
He missed the other man’s touch.
He didn’t know that only twenty miles away, Derek was feeling exactly the same. It was the next step that kept anything else from happening.
Part Nine-The Late Night Visit
#672-write about the ugly bruise
The knock on the door was unexpected but, because Spencer wasn’t sleeping, it wasn’t exactly unwanted. He didn’t know though, when he looked into the peep hole and saw Derek, if it really was exactly what he needed.
After a few quick breaths, he opened the door. Almost at once, Spencer noticed the ugly bruise on Derek’s hands.
“Are they…”
Derek’s jaw hardened.
“Spencer…”
“What do you want?”
Derek opened his mouth to speak but closed it again.
Spencer kept his mouth shut and pursed his lips. He wasn’t going to be the one to crack or say anything. It wasn’t his fault and damned if he was going to say something first.
“Look, um, can we…talk?”
Well, the great Derek Morgan was having trouble talking.
“Why?”
He knew he was being an ass, but really, he was in pain.
“Well, first of all, I’d like to know how much money I owe you.”
Spencer nodded.
“Then…um,” Derek shivered from the cold, “I would really like to talk.”
Spencer opened the door wider.
“Come in.”
Part Ten- The Anniversary
#691-write about the perfect gift
On their sixth month anniversary, Derek came into the apartment around a half an hour after Spencer had already gotten home. He had gotten stuck finishing some minor paperwork and unfortunately, he knew he wouldn’t be able to beat the other man home.
“What took you so long, slow poke?” Spencer teased the other man. Derek laughed and set down his jacket. He walked into the living room and walked around to face the other man on the couch. He pinned him down and kissed him on the lips.
When they finally broke, breathing heavily, Spencer gave a cute little half smile.
“What was that for?”
“Happy Sixth Month Anniversary, Spencer.”
“You’re not going to become one of those sentimental boyfriends are you?” Spencer teased and swatted Derek’s ass as he walked away.
“Oh you better be nice or I won’t give you your present.”
“A present?” Spencer bounced up and down like a five year old. “Ooo! Gimme!”
“Be polite, Spencer.” He held the small, wrapped box away from him, teasing him.
“Please,” Spencer pouted and put on his puppy dog eyes. It never failed to make Derek’s resolve break.
“Not fair,” Derek pouted back and handed him the box.
“Aww, thank you,” Spencer thanked the man and slowly undid the bow on the box.
“You are quite welcome.”
“I have your gift in,“ he stopped mid-sentence as he lifted the lid. His hand went to his mouth, shocked. He looked up at Derek.
“Rings?” his voice cracked.
“Commitment rings. Yours is the one with the opal for your birthday.”
“Aquamarine?”
“Mine.”
He looked up at Derek and he felt himself start to tear up slightly. Derek kissed him on the cheek.
“Say yes.”
“Yes,” Spencer managed through the tears and kissed him back. “Always you, Derek.”
The End
Rating: Hard R/FRM
Characters/Pairings: Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid, minor Reid/OMC, Emily Prentiss
Warnings: implied sexual situations, angst, heavy violence, language, fluff, unbetaed
Spoilers: none
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. I put them back when I am done.
Summary: A Morgan/Reid love story in ten parts all prompted from staringout.
Part 1-The Dream
#590-write about the persistent dream
He woke in a sweat. Taking a moment to catch his breath, he let his eyes focus in the dark and he lay back against his pillow.
Slowly, he let his breathing return to normal.
He couldn’t keep going on like this. The dreams were coming every night now. Every night the same dream repeated in his head like a reel on a projector.
He found himself on a beautiful beach that had no real name or destination. Relaxing in the sun and drinking some tropical drink he hadn’t an idea of what the name was, it would be perfection. As he would be relaxing on a wooden beach chair, he would feel the warmth of another touching his hand lightly and he would feel himself smile. Letting the warmth of the sun lull him into a tranquil state, he wouldn’t even think about it again until the touch grew more persistent and the soft call of ‘Spencer’ would fill his ears. Looking over, he would see the mystery blonde, who would smile back at him. She would lean over and start to kiss him. Soon, he was taking rasps of breath between the passionate kisses.
Sometime then, he would start to realize something changed. There was urgency in the kisses, the touches would grow harder, rougher, and there was roughness in the once soft skin that touched and caressed him. He would pull back to see Derek Morgan, lips swollen from kissing and eyes black with lust. As he leaned in closer, he would give a small soft smile and whisper to lean back and enjoy the ride before placing kisses lower…and lower…and lower…
Spencer let out a long sigh and sat up. The clock on the night stand blinked 4:45 a.m. and he tried rolling over, but he knew he wouldn’t get too much more sleep. It was always the same.
He sat up and sighed. In the beginning, he told himself it was just a dream. Many people dreamt about relations with the opposite sex. But dreaming about it almost every night? Who was he trying to fool?
Groaning, he went into the bathroom and started a cold shower.
Part 2-The Choice
#658-write about the moment of indecision
“Hey Pretty Boy.”
Spencer swallowed hard and looked over at Derek. He was fiddling with some papers at his desk.
“Hey, what’s up?”
“You look tired. Late night?”
You have no idea.
For a moment, he considered telling him. He considered taking him into one of the abandoned conference rooms and telling him just what kept him up last night. But, he then noticed Derek was still looking at him, now with an odd-looking sort of interest.
He can’t do it.
“Couldn’t sleep.”
“Maybe it’s all that coffee you are always drinking.”
Or maybe it’s because your desk is so close to mine and I watch you all day…
“Maybe,” he shrugged.
“Hey, it will all be good, Pretty Boy,” Derek flashed a smile and clasped him on the shoulder. Spencer whimpered on the inside.
He turned back to his work and sighed.
Something had to change…or he might lose his mind in the process…
Part 3-The Substitute
#624-write about the view out the window
He finished up the last notes on the case file before he slid it back into his messenger bag. Stretching, he laid back on the hotel’s bed and sighed aloud. He was alone, the case was drawing near an end and the others were finishing up some last minute interviews. Spencer had been sent back to the room after he had nearly fallen asleep at the conference room.
Now, he was lying back in bed and staring out the window. It was raining and lightning flashed across the sky. It would be hours before anyone would return. And Derek, who had been chosen to room with him, would join him as well.
Spencer noticed Derek had left one of his dress shirts on the bed. He walked over and picked it up, the material slipping through his hands. He leaned forward and inhaled. It was Derek’s essence. It smelt of dust, earth and cologne, a bitter but rustic smell. There was a hint of something else that was just Derek and it sent shivers down his body to his core.
Taking in another smell, he put the shirt back on Derek’s side of the bed. He sat down in the chair again, facing the window outside. Feeling the heat slowly taking over him, he let his hand wander down…
A flash of lightning and crash of thunder outside sparked the heat in his veins. Closing his eyes, he let himself relax.
An experimental stroke caused his body to tense. Feeling the warmth start to spread, he gave himself another two or three before he started his favorite fantasy.
Derek walks in from work to find him, spread out and pleasuring himself. The sight gives himself some pleasurable quakes through his own body. He can’t help but give himself a few strokes before he comes up behind him. As a greeting, he wraps his own hand around Spencer’s member.
“What’s my Pretty Boy doing while I’m away?”
Spencer tries to speak, but his words are cut off as he moans. Derek’s callused hands around him send more than shivers up his spine. He cannot think; he can only breathe…
“Are you thinking about me?” Derek whispers lustfully.
“Always…always you Derek…always…”
“Mmm, you look so beautiful like that…spread open for me…”
“God, D-D-derek…” he whines.
“Cum for me, Spencer…I want to see you let go…show me what I do to you…”
With a yell and Derek’s name on his lips, Spencer came apart in the hotel room. Sweating and whining, he let himself fold into the feeling that spread through his fingers all the way down to his toes. He milked the orgasm through the aftershocks until finally, he fell, exhausted, in the bed.
Later, when Derek came back to the room, he noticed Spencer fast asleep in bed. He realized he has never seen the man so peaceful and at rest.
Part Four-The Dinner
#679-“Just get in the car.”
“Reid.”
It was late and he was walking through the parking garage. Already on edge, the noise made him jump. The Jeep that had pulled up rolled down the window. It was just Derek.
“Hey.”
“Hey man, you got a second?”
“Sure,” he said and stopped walking. “What’s up?”
“You want to grab some drinks or something?”
He swallowed hard. That was probably not a good idea.
“I’m kind of busy.”
“Just get in the car,” Derek laughed. How could he really resist him? He was just one of the many who were completely smitten by his charms.
“Hey man,” Derek said to him as he jumped in. “How does Gino’s sound?”
“Okay.”
Spencer took a long drink from his wine glass. He was watching Derek pretty closely, especially since he hadn’t mentioned at all why he had invited him out. So far, it was normal conversation that could have easily been done at the office. Granted, the current story about Garcia hacking the BAU’s cameras had them both almost crying from the laughter.
“And she said she yelled down the hall at Sanderson like the wicked witch, ‘I’m going to be get you next time, my pretty!’”
Spencer had to work hard to stop wine from coming out his nose. He chortled and Derek coughed as he laughed.
“So, how are you?”
Spencer swallowed the wine.
“Fine.”
“You’ve…been acting weird lately.”
“Really? No one else has really mentioned that to me.”
“Reid. You’ve been acting weird towards me.”
Spencer tried to stop the rising blush to his cheeks, but his pale skin gave him away.
“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Spencer…”
The other man using his first name got his attention.
“I don’t think that-“
“Stop rambling.”
Spencer shut his mouth with a snap. He was trying hard to keep his eyes locked with Derek’s, but he found himself looking away.
“Spencer…”
He locked eyes with the other man. Derek involuntarily licked his lips.
“Is there something you want to tell me?”
Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes.
“Uh…”
Spencer swallowed hard.
“Hey, let’s go somewhere private to talk. Is that okay?”
Spencer could only nod.
“Check please.”
Part Five-The Morning After
#617-write about what’s in the light as well as the shadow
The rising sun of the morning shone light into the small room. Hitting the corners, illuminating the shadows of the room, it highlighted the sleeping forms in the bed. Tangled sheets and entwined limbs, the sleeping forms didn’t stir, even as the light began to show the naked limbs and bodies.
Spencer was the first to wake up.
In a moment, he realized where he was, lying in red satin sheets he didn’t own and next to a muscular man who loved him. He was spooning with him, lying against this man. He realized he had been nuzzling the other man’s chest and had molded against him.
It felt so right.
And when Derek opened his eyes in the morning light and looked into his eyes, he knew he felt the same.
Part Six-The Mistake
#694-write about the last date
As soon as he had met the other man, he knew it was a mistake.
It wasn’t supposed to be a date; it was supposed to be a meeting about antique books. The other man had sent him several e-mails inquiring about buying his fourth edition copy of Canterbury Tales. After realizing he probably could get a small fortune and that his mother’s birthday was coming up, he accepted the offer to meet.
The man seemed interested in the beginning, but then, he started taking any excuse to try and touch him. There was the casual touch on the wrist or accidental brush that Spencer realized was just more than coincidence.
He finally left, but not before the man scrawled his number on a piece of paper and asked him to call him. He had the nerve to still pretend to be under the conviction of buying that damn book.
He wasn’t going to sell that goddamn book to anyone now.
Part Seven-The Number
#600-“Do you feel better now?”
He came home to a disaster zone.
The shelves that held the many books with thumbed-through pages were precariously balanced against the living room couch. The books themselves were flung about the room, many strained against their spines and some, he pondered, looked as if they had had pages ripped from them.
Stepping around the mess, many of it seemed like dirt and broken glass, he noticed that the kitchen hadn’t been spared. Shelves were pulled free of their marks, dishes were broken and were thrown across the floor. Glasses of all shapes and sizes were flung throughout the house and not just the littered kitchen floor.
At first, he thought he had been robbed. The assailant would have been looking for valuables and in the pursuit; he had moved, broken and torn apart the apartment.
Then he saw the unbroken vase on the living room table. Inside, it still held the rose that he had been given on his first date. It had remained there for the many months that he had spent with his boyfriend and best friend. It was untouched and remained the same as it had when it had been given.
But there was also something else on the table, something that shouldn’t have been there. It was something that had mistakenly fallen out of his pocket only hours before. It was something that was unplanned, exotic and in fluid cursive writing.
In one fluid motion, he ran into the back bedroom and swung open the door.
Derek was in mid-throw of the bedroom lamp when he turned up to face Spencer.
There were tears running down his face and his eyes were bloodshot. His lip quivered slightly.
Spencer couldn’t move. He couldn’t think. He couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t….be. But he did know that at some point, he had started crying and now, he couldn’t stop. He felt his body shake with the quivers of sorrow but he couldn’t make a sound. It was…no, he couldn’t describe it. He couldn’t think.
Derek opened his mouth to speak, but he closed it. Instead, he finished his destruction on the lamp. Spencer watched it shatter in almost slow motion and watched as he felt the last few months shatter with the piece of furniture.
“Do you feel better now?” Spencer struggled to say, his voice cracking with every word. “Do you feel better, Derek? Because I know I am.”
Part Eight- The Missing Contact
#697-write about the missing contact
Derek missed Spencer. Spencer missed Derek.
But the finding of that number was a final straw for Derek. He never denied being jealous and violent. It was understood when they started dating, but this, this was too much for Spencer. It took hours to clean, even with Emily’s help, and every little broken thing, made him a little sadder. By the end of the day, he had to ask Emily to leave while he broke down.
He missed the other man’s touch.
He didn’t know that only twenty miles away, Derek was feeling exactly the same. It was the next step that kept anything else from happening.
Part Nine-The Late Night Visit
#672-write about the ugly bruise
The knock on the door was unexpected but, because Spencer wasn’t sleeping, it wasn’t exactly unwanted. He didn’t know though, when he looked into the peep hole and saw Derek, if it really was exactly what he needed.
After a few quick breaths, he opened the door. Almost at once, Spencer noticed the ugly bruise on Derek’s hands.
“Are they…”
Derek’s jaw hardened.
“Spencer…”
“What do you want?”
Derek opened his mouth to speak but closed it again.
Spencer kept his mouth shut and pursed his lips. He wasn’t going to be the one to crack or say anything. It wasn’t his fault and damned if he was going to say something first.
“Look, um, can we…talk?”
Well, the great Derek Morgan was having trouble talking.
“Why?”
He knew he was being an ass, but really, he was in pain.
“Well, first of all, I’d like to know how much money I owe you.”
Spencer nodded.
“Then…um,” Derek shivered from the cold, “I would really like to talk.”
Spencer opened the door wider.
“Come in.”
Part Ten- The Anniversary
#691-write about the perfect gift
On their sixth month anniversary, Derek came into the apartment around a half an hour after Spencer had already gotten home. He had gotten stuck finishing some minor paperwork and unfortunately, he knew he wouldn’t be able to beat the other man home.
“What took you so long, slow poke?” Spencer teased the other man. Derek laughed and set down his jacket. He walked into the living room and walked around to face the other man on the couch. He pinned him down and kissed him on the lips.
When they finally broke, breathing heavily, Spencer gave a cute little half smile.
“What was that for?”
“Happy Sixth Month Anniversary, Spencer.”
“You’re not going to become one of those sentimental boyfriends are you?” Spencer teased and swatted Derek’s ass as he walked away.
“Oh you better be nice or I won’t give you your present.”
“A present?” Spencer bounced up and down like a five year old. “Ooo! Gimme!”
“Be polite, Spencer.” He held the small, wrapped box away from him, teasing him.
“Please,” Spencer pouted and put on his puppy dog eyes. It never failed to make Derek’s resolve break.
“Not fair,” Derek pouted back and handed him the box.
“Aww, thank you,” Spencer thanked the man and slowly undid the bow on the box.
“You are quite welcome.”
“I have your gift in,“ he stopped mid-sentence as he lifted the lid. His hand went to his mouth, shocked. He looked up at Derek.
“Rings?” his voice cracked.
“Commitment rings. Yours is the one with the opal for your birthday.”
“Aquamarine?”
“Mine.”
He looked up at Derek and he felt himself start to tear up slightly. Derek kissed him on the cheek.
“Say yes.”
“Yes,” Spencer managed through the tears and kissed him back. “Always you, Derek.”
The End