Six Filled Prompts
Title: Six Filled Prompts
Author: rowena_dawson
Rating: PG-13/FRT
Characters/Pairings: Morgan/Reid, Hotch/Garcia
Warnings: adult themes, angst, fluff, stream of conscienceness
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.
#321- write about the big secret
It was Thursday night, Spencer’s favorite night of the week.
Sure, he loved Friday’s when the work was over, but he did miss seeing the team. Saturdays were pretty good, sleeping in until when he wanted to and ordering take-out for lunch and dinner. Sundays were torture; he felt lonely and he had to get up early the next day.
Thursday’s after work, he would leave at 4, right on the dot and drive home. He would put on some music and begin to make whatever he saw on the Cooking Channel that week for dinner. Later, he would eat his creation and shower. It seemed normal enough.
Around 9:30 or so, was when the fun began. He would open his closet and dig to the back, almost impossible to find throughout the old things and pull out the same outfit.
Carefully, precisely, he would put on the pearls. The corset, then the stockings, the high heels, the gloves, and finally, he would put on the wig.
Thursday nights were Rocky Horror Picture Show nights and he wouldn’t miss it for the world.
#289-write about the leap of faith- Hotch/Garcia
She didn’t necessarily consider herself an avoider of problems. She liked to think she faced most things head-on. For the most part, she was frank and out-going.
Then, there was her love life.
Garcia didn’t consider herself a very desirable woman, well, at least in the physical sense. She considered herself voluptuous and quirky in her realm, but it’s when she stepped into the real world with all the model-skinny women that she felt uncomfortable.
That was why she felt so uncomfortable about a certain unit chief, Aaron Hotchner. His past wife had been like arm candy. What would she be like, a cinnabun? Why would someone like him like someone like her? It didn’t seem right and really, there was that whole fraternization thing she had to worry about.
Garcia breathed a deep sigh. Was he worth the risk?
Just then, the delicious, dark-haired man passed by.
Oh hell yeah he was worth it.
“Mr. Hotchner,” she knocked on his office door, “can I have a word pretty please?”
She walked into the office, sauntering like she never had before.
#269- write the next scene from the POV of the family pet
Dad was late. I was getting really hungry and he wasn’t here to feed me. I caught a scent of something odd, so my nose went to work. It led me around the house, until he was led into one of Mom’s stack of things. I heard him call them “books” one time.
The front door opened. I ran towards the door. Dad. Give me a hug, Dad. I missed you. I wish I could hug with you like you hug Mom.
He looked sad. I felt myself whine when I noticed tears in his eyes. Something was wrong. I wanted to help. I whined.
“It’s okay, Clooney,” Dad said, but I looked right at him and he didn’t look fine. His eyes were red, he was slouched, and didn’t greet me like he normally did.
I buried my head in his lap. Comfort. Home.
“I might as well tell you Clooney. Spencer left.” My ears perked. Mom? But it didn’t make sense. He was always happy when he said Mom’s name. Why was he sad?
“He’s gone…”
Mom wasn’t here. Dad was really sad. I knew why he was sad.
I whined.
“I know, I know,” Dad wiped a tear, “its okay…”
I howled loudly before burying myself into Dad. He leaned in to hug me and I felt his tears in my fur.
#512- wind-blown dust shimmering in the morning light
A faint breeze tickled Spencer’s nose. There was a faint smell of sand and dry heat. Slowly, he blinked back the beginning rays of the sun to see the Vegas desert before him. Around him, cactus, wide-open space, and almost poetic display of wind-blown dust shimmering in the morning light.
Then, he finally realized he was outside…in the desert.
Next to him, something stirred.
Derek Morgan was curled up on the blanket they were on.
So last night hadn’t been the best dream of his life; it had been the best night of his life.
“Spencer,” Derek groaned in his sleep, “turn off the sun. Five more minutes…”
He lay back and enjoyed both views that were in front of him.
#432- “I need more.”
There really isn’t a textbook definition for the term “friends with benefits.” Of course, it’s more commonly thought to be casual sex between good friends. It’s just that, Spencer couldn’t really consider himself good friends with Derek. And the sex, that hadn’t been planned in the beginning.
Spencer knew that his counterpart dealt with stress in a physical manner. He went clubbing and drinking on the weekends for such that reason. It had all started one Saturday night after a bad case and they had gone to the bar. They had decided to go back to Spencer’s place for more drinks. One thing had led to another and the two had ended up sleeping with each other.
Derek had acted as if it were normal, that nothing had changed. For Spencer, it had been the exact opposite. He had hidden it though, under a façade of uneasiness.
It had been just what Derek had needed to relax and Spencer had to admit, it had helped, that is, until he left, taking everything with him, leaving Spencer with just a memory of the night before.
This routine had continued every other Saturday. Derek would come over. He wouldn’t say much, but the two would end up fucking like rabbits. Derek was usually pretty rough, like the first time, but there were times, amidst the alcohol and frustration, where Spencer felt it. A spark of caring and adoration for him. Derek would always leave before anything else would be said or happened.
This broke Spencer’s heart. He cared about him, much more than physically, but he didn’t know what would happen if he told Derek. Would he stop caring? Would he stop all contact? Finally though, he realized his heart would break if he had to continue like this.
Derek came over that night at his usual time. He looked disheveled and wreaked of alcohol. He sighed and fell against Spencer’s couch.
“I would ask you how your day was,” Spencer said, “but I kind of already know that.”
Derek groaned and rubbed his face. It had been a difficult case. He didn’t blame him for being slightly drunk already.
“Hungry?”
“Not really.”
Spencer walked into the kitchen and started to get together some bread and peanut butter. He was startled slightly when he felt Derek’s hands on his back.
“Reid…” Spencer felt himself melt under the darker man’s words and his resolve fall. Derek’s eyes glazed dark black as he cupped his ass and kissed him on the mouth. Exploring his mouth, he pressed him into the kitchen counter.
Spencer gently broke the kiss with a moan. His heart was breaking.
“I need more.”
“What?”
“Do you love me?”
“What?”
“I can’t do this anymore, Derek, especially when you act like there’s nothing going on here. If you can’t admit that, get out now. Please.” He shook slightly but he looked Derek right in the face. “I…I can’t keep playing like this. My heart…it’s breaking.” His voice cracked slightly.
Derek’s gaze went soft.
“I…I’m so sorry, Reid,” he said and hugged Spencer. He hugged back, letting him know just how much he needed this close comfort.
#342- “Funny how it seems to be colder when the moon is out.”
Derek was shocked to learn that Spencer had never gone camping before. Well, he wasn’t surprised, considering the genius’ background, but still, it was disconcerting. So, that’s why he dragged the genius away for a camping trip.
To say that Spencer was out of his element would be stating it lightly. His clumsiness had disastrous effects as he stumbled over tree trunks, wobbled over rocky surfaces and looked hot and uncomfortable while doing everything.
Derek took pity on the fumbling genius and kept his canteen full and encouraged him all day. He set up the tent for him, while he sent Spencer to collect firewood. It was dark by the time Spencer came back. He was sagging under the weight of the logs.
“I’m sorry,” he mumbled, tired, “I got a little lost.”
“It’s fine, Spencer,” Derek almost laughed, “put down the firewood and come over here.”
“Aren’t we going to start a fire?”
“Nah, it’s late already. Get over here and keep my sleeping warm. I’m freezing over here.”
“I knew there was a reason you only brought one sleeping bag…”
“I told you, Clooney chewed through mine.”
Clooney hated chewing on things.
Spencer smiled and crawled in next to Derek. The two spent the night gazing into the sky and gazing at the stars, planting small kisses on each other.
“Funny how it seems to be colder when the moon is out,” Spencer shivered.
“That’s why you snuggle up,” Derek smiled and pulled the boy genius closer.
#283- “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”
“What?” Derek felt a small flush sweep into his cheeks.
“You heard me,” Spencer said, lifting up his hand, “I’ll show you my deck if you show me yours. You’re obviously losing…”
Derek’s mind spun back to the present. It had strayed far from the card game in the last couple seconds. Of course it was about the card game. Of course it was. Why would it be anything different from that?
“Nah, I don’t take charity,” Derek managed a smile back.
Spencer grinned and sat back.
“If you say so.” He laid down a full house.
“Damn it,” Derek threw his cards down.
“Told you. I never lose,” he grabbed up his cards.
And he always let Spencer win…
“Yeah well, I’ll show you mine if you show me yours,” Derek said before getting up.
“What?” Spencer looked like he was blushing.
“My deck of course,” he said, “what else would it be?”
“Oh, right….” Spencer went back to his hand. Derek grinned and walked to the back of the plane.
Thanks everybody for sticking with me and the comments! If you've been following me, you know that my new job is just sucking all my time so I've been a little too busy to be writing as frequently as I normally do.
Well, I'm off to work now for another lovely 9 hour shift. Leave some awesome comments so it makes my night when I get back and I don't feel so worn out. Haha. Thanks again for the lovely comments and just the amazing support from everyone. You guys are the best.
Author: rowena_dawson
Rating: PG-13/FRT
Characters/Pairings: Morgan/Reid, Hotch/Garcia
Warnings: adult themes, angst, fluff, stream of conscienceness
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.
#321- write about the big secret
It was Thursday night, Spencer’s favorite night of the week.
Sure, he loved Friday’s when the work was over, but he did miss seeing the team. Saturdays were pretty good, sleeping in until when he wanted to and ordering take-out for lunch and dinner. Sundays were torture; he felt lonely and he had to get up early the next day.
Thursday’s after work, he would leave at 4, right on the dot and drive home. He would put on some music and begin to make whatever he saw on the Cooking Channel that week for dinner. Later, he would eat his creation and shower. It seemed normal enough.
Around 9:30 or so, was when the fun began. He would open his closet and dig to the back, almost impossible to find throughout the old things and pull out the same outfit.
Carefully, precisely, he would put on the pearls. The corset, then the stockings, the high heels, the gloves, and finally, he would put on the wig.
Thursday nights were Rocky Horror Picture Show nights and he wouldn’t miss it for the world.
#289-write about the leap of faith- Hotch/Garcia
She didn’t necessarily consider herself an avoider of problems. She liked to think she faced most things head-on. For the most part, she was frank and out-going.
Then, there was her love life.
Garcia didn’t consider herself a very desirable woman, well, at least in the physical sense. She considered herself voluptuous and quirky in her realm, but it’s when she stepped into the real world with all the model-skinny women that she felt uncomfortable.
That was why she felt so uncomfortable about a certain unit chief, Aaron Hotchner. His past wife had been like arm candy. What would she be like, a cinnabun? Why would someone like him like someone like her? It didn’t seem right and really, there was that whole fraternization thing she had to worry about.
Garcia breathed a deep sigh. Was he worth the risk?
Just then, the delicious, dark-haired man passed by.
Oh hell yeah he was worth it.
“Mr. Hotchner,” she knocked on his office door, “can I have a word pretty please?”
She walked into the office, sauntering like she never had before.
#269- write the next scene from the POV of the family pet
Dad was late. I was getting really hungry and he wasn’t here to feed me. I caught a scent of something odd, so my nose went to work. It led me around the house, until he was led into one of Mom’s stack of things. I heard him call them “books” one time.
The front door opened. I ran towards the door. Dad. Give me a hug, Dad. I missed you. I wish I could hug with you like you hug Mom.
He looked sad. I felt myself whine when I noticed tears in his eyes. Something was wrong. I wanted to help. I whined.
“It’s okay, Clooney,” Dad said, but I looked right at him and he didn’t look fine. His eyes were red, he was slouched, and didn’t greet me like he normally did.
I buried my head in his lap. Comfort. Home.
“I might as well tell you Clooney. Spencer left.” My ears perked. Mom? But it didn’t make sense. He was always happy when he said Mom’s name. Why was he sad?
“He’s gone…”
Mom wasn’t here. Dad was really sad. I knew why he was sad.
I whined.
“I know, I know,” Dad wiped a tear, “its okay…”
I howled loudly before burying myself into Dad. He leaned in to hug me and I felt his tears in my fur.
#512- wind-blown dust shimmering in the morning light
A faint breeze tickled Spencer’s nose. There was a faint smell of sand and dry heat. Slowly, he blinked back the beginning rays of the sun to see the Vegas desert before him. Around him, cactus, wide-open space, and almost poetic display of wind-blown dust shimmering in the morning light.
Then, he finally realized he was outside…in the desert.
Next to him, something stirred.
Derek Morgan was curled up on the blanket they were on.
So last night hadn’t been the best dream of his life; it had been the best night of his life.
“Spencer,” Derek groaned in his sleep, “turn off the sun. Five more minutes…”
He lay back and enjoyed both views that were in front of him.
#432- “I need more.”
There really isn’t a textbook definition for the term “friends with benefits.” Of course, it’s more commonly thought to be casual sex between good friends. It’s just that, Spencer couldn’t really consider himself good friends with Derek. And the sex, that hadn’t been planned in the beginning.
Spencer knew that his counterpart dealt with stress in a physical manner. He went clubbing and drinking on the weekends for such that reason. It had all started one Saturday night after a bad case and they had gone to the bar. They had decided to go back to Spencer’s place for more drinks. One thing had led to another and the two had ended up sleeping with each other.
Derek had acted as if it were normal, that nothing had changed. For Spencer, it had been the exact opposite. He had hidden it though, under a façade of uneasiness.
It had been just what Derek had needed to relax and Spencer had to admit, it had helped, that is, until he left, taking everything with him, leaving Spencer with just a memory of the night before.
This routine had continued every other Saturday. Derek would come over. He wouldn’t say much, but the two would end up fucking like rabbits. Derek was usually pretty rough, like the first time, but there were times, amidst the alcohol and frustration, where Spencer felt it. A spark of caring and adoration for him. Derek would always leave before anything else would be said or happened.
This broke Spencer’s heart. He cared about him, much more than physically, but he didn’t know what would happen if he told Derek. Would he stop caring? Would he stop all contact? Finally though, he realized his heart would break if he had to continue like this.
Derek came over that night at his usual time. He looked disheveled and wreaked of alcohol. He sighed and fell against Spencer’s couch.
“I would ask you how your day was,” Spencer said, “but I kind of already know that.”
Derek groaned and rubbed his face. It had been a difficult case. He didn’t blame him for being slightly drunk already.
“Hungry?”
“Not really.”
Spencer walked into the kitchen and started to get together some bread and peanut butter. He was startled slightly when he felt Derek’s hands on his back.
“Reid…” Spencer felt himself melt under the darker man’s words and his resolve fall. Derek’s eyes glazed dark black as he cupped his ass and kissed him on the mouth. Exploring his mouth, he pressed him into the kitchen counter.
Spencer gently broke the kiss with a moan. His heart was breaking.
“I need more.”
“What?”
“Do you love me?”
“What?”
“I can’t do this anymore, Derek, especially when you act like there’s nothing going on here. If you can’t admit that, get out now. Please.” He shook slightly but he looked Derek right in the face. “I…I can’t keep playing like this. My heart…it’s breaking.” His voice cracked slightly.
Derek’s gaze went soft.
“I…I’m so sorry, Reid,” he said and hugged Spencer. He hugged back, letting him know just how much he needed this close comfort.
#342- “Funny how it seems to be colder when the moon is out.”
Derek was shocked to learn that Spencer had never gone camping before. Well, he wasn’t surprised, considering the genius’ background, but still, it was disconcerting. So, that’s why he dragged the genius away for a camping trip.
To say that Spencer was out of his element would be stating it lightly. His clumsiness had disastrous effects as he stumbled over tree trunks, wobbled over rocky surfaces and looked hot and uncomfortable while doing everything.
Derek took pity on the fumbling genius and kept his canteen full and encouraged him all day. He set up the tent for him, while he sent Spencer to collect firewood. It was dark by the time Spencer came back. He was sagging under the weight of the logs.
“I’m sorry,” he mumbled, tired, “I got a little lost.”
“It’s fine, Spencer,” Derek almost laughed, “put down the firewood and come over here.”
“Aren’t we going to start a fire?”
“Nah, it’s late already. Get over here and keep my sleeping warm. I’m freezing over here.”
“I knew there was a reason you only brought one sleeping bag…”
“I told you, Clooney chewed through mine.”
Clooney hated chewing on things.
Spencer smiled and crawled in next to Derek. The two spent the night gazing into the sky and gazing at the stars, planting small kisses on each other.
“Funny how it seems to be colder when the moon is out,” Spencer shivered.
“That’s why you snuggle up,” Derek smiled and pulled the boy genius closer.
#283- “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”
“What?” Derek felt a small flush sweep into his cheeks.
“You heard me,” Spencer said, lifting up his hand, “I’ll show you my deck if you show me yours. You’re obviously losing…”
Derek’s mind spun back to the present. It had strayed far from the card game in the last couple seconds. Of course it was about the card game. Of course it was. Why would it be anything different from that?
“Nah, I don’t take charity,” Derek managed a smile back.
Spencer grinned and sat back.
“If you say so.” He laid down a full house.
“Damn it,” Derek threw his cards down.
“Told you. I never lose,” he grabbed up his cards.
And he always let Spencer win…
“Yeah well, I’ll show you mine if you show me yours,” Derek said before getting up.
“What?” Spencer looked like he was blushing.
“My deck of course,” he said, “what else would it be?”
“Oh, right….” Spencer went back to his hand. Derek grinned and walked to the back of the plane.
Thanks everybody for sticking with me and the comments! If you've been following me, you know that my new job is just sucking all my time so I've been a little too busy to be writing as frequently as I normally do.
Well, I'm off to work now for another lovely 9 hour shift. Leave some awesome comments so it makes my night when I get back and I don't feel so worn out. Haha. Thanks again for the lovely comments and just the amazing support from everyone. You guys are the best.