Eight Morgan/Reid Ficlets
Title: Eight Morgan/Reid Ficlets
Author: rowena_dawson
Rating: PG-13/FRT
Characters/Pairings: Morgan/Reid,
Warnings: adult themes, fluff, unbeta-ed
Spoilers: none
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. I put them back when I am done.
Summary: Here are eight ficlets prompted from staringout.
#525- red lipstick, a book of matches, and a phone number scrawled on a ten dollar bill.
He stood before the hotel room door, poised on the range of action. Of course he had been the one chosen to get Derek and wake him up. It wasn’t like the agent was known for falling asleep with headphones on and needed to be woken up manually.
It also wasn’t like he had a crush on the other agent. He wasn’t one to notice how the agent smiled at him and called him Pretty Boy. It didn’t matter to him how many girls he brought back to his apartment.
So, it shouldn’t really bother him now as he knocked and stepped into his room.
He wasn’t sleeping next to anyone, thank God Spencer thought, but the place was a mess. He stepped around the assorted clothing to reach the bedside. The sheets were tussled and he took pity on the man for nightmares.
Then he saw the lipstick, a book of matches, and a phone number scrawled on a ten dollar bill on the bedside table.
There had been a woman here earlier. It hit his heart like a brick.
He didn’t notice his chiseled body when he woke the man up. He didn’t catch himself checking the man out before laying the room or noticed how swollen and luscious his lips looked.
It wasn’t like he cared for a man who couldn’t love him back.
#176- Evening was time for…
During the morning, everything was rushed. Quick cups of coffee, toast and hurried terms of endearment before they had to get to work and pretend they weren’t living together. It was hurried, it was unpleasant, but it was necessary.
Afternoon meant work and lots of it. It would be nonstop paperwork, field work, and even preparing for upcoming cases. Time slipped by as work needed to be done. It was draining, it was time consuming, but it was necessary.
Evening was time for relaxation. Workloads forgotten, propped up on the couch. One man with a book and the other sprawled out across the other man’s chest. Sometimes, they’d curl up together on long days, no words needed, only companionship. It was rejuvenating, it was pure love, and it was home.
#250- “This is where I come to find sanity.”
Derek had been in a rather angry mood that day, but, like usual, Spencer helped him out of it.
This time, it wasn’t anything he said. Derek had caught the genius in one of his favorite places, the bathtub. Eyes barely open and headphones on, Spencer seemed somewhere else and very relaxed.
His eyelashes were wet and had bubbles everywhere, covering everything, and letting his head stick out like an island. For a split second, he imagined that scene from Pretty Women when Richard Gere walked in to find Julia Roberts doing something extremely similar.
“Hey Pretty Boy,” he said softly.
Spencer looked up. He smiled.
“Hey.”
“I am always finding you in here lately.”
“The cases have been hard,” he said, his voice low and calm, “this is the best stress reliever. I can be completely relaxed and unarmed. This is where I come to find sanity.”
“I’ll make sure to add bubble bath to the shopping list,” Derek kissed him on the lips and went out to the kitchen. Some nice chamomile tea would be great to add to the moment, he thought and started to make the hot water.
#109- write a grocery list for your character
Derek’s List- bread, eggs, milk, peanut butter, candy for Spencer, fried chicken, mayo, OJ, some frozen dinners, two sirloin steaks, and fresh-cut roses.
Spencer’s List-fruit loops, coffee, candy (preferably lollipops), Flintstones gummies, Derek’s favorite candy, Pecan pie (Derek’s favorite), dog treats, donuts, bubble bath, and lotion.
#354- “Clowns don’t scare me.”
It was Spencer’s birthday and, like the ones before, he let the genius pick what they wanted to do. In a way, he felt he was fulfilling some of the things Spencer’s father hadn’t done as a kid; especially when he asked for a trip to the circus.
“Are you serious?”
“I want to see the circus, Derek. You asked what I wanted so…” he rambled on and pouted.
Derek sighed.
“I just wonder sometimes what goes on in that head of yours…”
“Clowns don’t scare me.”
Derek laughed warmly.
“I never said they did.”
“Well, the fear of clowns is actually quite common. It is one of the biggest fears behind…”
“Okay, okay,” Derek laughed and kissed him quiet, “we’ll go to the circus.”
“I want popcorn, maybe caramel corn and a stuffed elephant,” Spencer grinned and kissed Derek on the cheek, “I’m going to get ready.”
He nearly sprinted towards his bedroom.
How could he not be in love with someone like that?
#261- write about the unexpected delivery AND #244- “Trust me, you don’t want to open that.”
He was adamant about not telling the team. He begged, pleaded and even threatened to withhold sex if he didn’t agree.
Derek was crafty, however, in his ways. For example, the time he gave him a very large hickey on his neck. Of course it was embarrassing, at work, with everyone, including a smug Derek, asking questions. Then there were the dirty e-mails. (Spencer didn’t want to admit how much he had liked those…)
“Uh, Dr. Spencer Reid?” a UPS man asked as the team was sitting in the bullpen.
“Yes?” This was unexpected. Maybe his mother had sent it. He signed it and noticed it had no return address. He opened it up.
His mouth dropped.
It was a box full of…well, full of sex toys. Dildos, a vibrator, anal plugs, fluffy handcuffs… Oh, this was too far.
“What’s in it?” Garcia asked and he closed the box fast.
“Uh, gag gifts,” he covered.
“Aw…he’s blushing,” she pinched his cheek and walked away.
“Derek,” he hissed.
“Yes?” the other man asked, trying to fake innocence.
“This has got to stop. Please. I could get fired for this stuff.”
Derek sighed and got up next to him.
“I was just having fun with you, Pretty Boy,” he whispered, “Oh, by the way, I didn’t buy them as gag gifts…”
The color drained from Spencer’s face and he swallowed hard.
“What’s this?” Prentiss asked him on the way in.
“Trust me,” Spencer sighed, “you don’t want to open that.”
#117- Your character comes back to their desk to find a Post-It stuck in a prominent place. What’s written on the Post-it?
The obnoxious orange note ruined his day.
He had gone for a quick word with Hotch and came back to find it on his keyboard.
You have got the cutest brown eyes.
He stared for a second. It had to be a joke. Morgan probably pulled it on him. But…the bureau didn’t have orange Post-It notes.
“What’s that?” Prentiss asked him as she walked by.
“Somebody left it on my desk.” She leaned over to look.
“Looks like somebody’s got a secret admirer…”
“Or somebody’s playing a stupid prank on me.”
“Morgan,” Prentiss yelled, “Are you playing a prank on Reid?”
“A prank?” the man said as he walked over, “No, I stopped after Hotch almost fired me for the water balloons…oh, what’s that?”
Pretty soon, everyone was excited and asking him about the secret admirer. Unfortunately, Garcia couldn’t hack the security camera in the bullpen (“New passwords and triple encryption?! What the hell are they trying to do?!”) so, he was stuck with it. He put it in the drawer.
The next day, there was another one.
I think you don’t realize how beautiful you are.
He couldn’t help but feel flattered as he hid it in his desk drawer.
The next day, it showed up as he was getting ready to leave.
Dinner at 7?
What? How would…what did… He was beyond confused and looked around the bullpen. No one was here.
“Hey Pretty Boy,” Morgan said, breaking his thoughts. Reid hid the note.
“Hey.”
“What are you up to?”
“Finishing up,” Reid said, “should be done soon.”
“Are you in the mood for some Chinese? There’s this new restaurant in town.” A part of Reid was holding out for the secret admirer. Then again, what if it really was just a joke?
“I…I think so.”
“Good. I’ll pick you up at 6:30,” he smiled and started walking out, “oh, the reservations are for 7.”
Reid looked up as Morgan winked before leaving.
This was going to be interesting…
#390- write about the one-way ticket
It was lying on the kitchen table, a stark contrast to the wooden thing that breakfast and dinner was served on.
A one-way ticket to Las Vegas dated for the weekend.
Why would Spencer not tell him about this? Why did he hide it? Was something going wrong in their relationship and he needed space? Was something happening with his mother? Why hadn’t he assumed he would want to go too?
He heard the door open and shut as Spencer walked in.
“Hey Derek, I…”
“Spencer, what is this?” he held up the ticket, “Just what the hell is going on?”
“I was going to surprise you,” Spencer sighed and pulled out his own matching ticket, “I was going to take us up to see my mom and maybe, spend a little vacation time at a resort. But, you seem upset so…”
Derek reached over and kissed a confused Spencer. When Derek pulled back, he smiled.
“I thought you were leaving…,” Derek explained.
“What? No, I’m not leaving,” Spencer smiled, “I promise.”
“Good,” Derek smiled, “because neither am I.”
Author: rowena_dawson
Rating: PG-13/FRT
Characters/Pairings: Morgan/Reid,
Warnings: adult themes, fluff, unbeta-ed
Spoilers: none
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. I put them back when I am done.
Summary: Here are eight ficlets prompted from staringout.
#525- red lipstick, a book of matches, and a phone number scrawled on a ten dollar bill.
He stood before the hotel room door, poised on the range of action. Of course he had been the one chosen to get Derek and wake him up. It wasn’t like the agent was known for falling asleep with headphones on and needed to be woken up manually.
It also wasn’t like he had a crush on the other agent. He wasn’t one to notice how the agent smiled at him and called him Pretty Boy. It didn’t matter to him how many girls he brought back to his apartment.
So, it shouldn’t really bother him now as he knocked and stepped into his room.
He wasn’t sleeping next to anyone, thank God Spencer thought, but the place was a mess. He stepped around the assorted clothing to reach the bedside. The sheets were tussled and he took pity on the man for nightmares.
Then he saw the lipstick, a book of matches, and a phone number scrawled on a ten dollar bill on the bedside table.
There had been a woman here earlier. It hit his heart like a brick.
He didn’t notice his chiseled body when he woke the man up. He didn’t catch himself checking the man out before laying the room or noticed how swollen and luscious his lips looked.
It wasn’t like he cared for a man who couldn’t love him back.
#176- Evening was time for…
During the morning, everything was rushed. Quick cups of coffee, toast and hurried terms of endearment before they had to get to work and pretend they weren’t living together. It was hurried, it was unpleasant, but it was necessary.
Afternoon meant work and lots of it. It would be nonstop paperwork, field work, and even preparing for upcoming cases. Time slipped by as work needed to be done. It was draining, it was time consuming, but it was necessary.
Evening was time for relaxation. Workloads forgotten, propped up on the couch. One man with a book and the other sprawled out across the other man’s chest. Sometimes, they’d curl up together on long days, no words needed, only companionship. It was rejuvenating, it was pure love, and it was home.
#250- “This is where I come to find sanity.”
Derek had been in a rather angry mood that day, but, like usual, Spencer helped him out of it.
This time, it wasn’t anything he said. Derek had caught the genius in one of his favorite places, the bathtub. Eyes barely open and headphones on, Spencer seemed somewhere else and very relaxed.
His eyelashes were wet and had bubbles everywhere, covering everything, and letting his head stick out like an island. For a split second, he imagined that scene from Pretty Women when Richard Gere walked in to find Julia Roberts doing something extremely similar.
“Hey Pretty Boy,” he said softly.
Spencer looked up. He smiled.
“Hey.”
“I am always finding you in here lately.”
“The cases have been hard,” he said, his voice low and calm, “this is the best stress reliever. I can be completely relaxed and unarmed. This is where I come to find sanity.”
“I’ll make sure to add bubble bath to the shopping list,” Derek kissed him on the lips and went out to the kitchen. Some nice chamomile tea would be great to add to the moment, he thought and started to make the hot water.
#109- write a grocery list for your character
Derek’s List- bread, eggs, milk, peanut butter, candy for Spencer, fried chicken, mayo, OJ, some frozen dinners, two sirloin steaks, and fresh-cut roses.
Spencer’s List-fruit loops, coffee, candy (preferably lollipops), Flintstones gummies, Derek’s favorite candy, Pecan pie (Derek’s favorite), dog treats, donuts, bubble bath, and lotion.
#354- “Clowns don’t scare me.”
It was Spencer’s birthday and, like the ones before, he let the genius pick what they wanted to do. In a way, he felt he was fulfilling some of the things Spencer’s father hadn’t done as a kid; especially when he asked for a trip to the circus.
“Are you serious?”
“I want to see the circus, Derek. You asked what I wanted so…” he rambled on and pouted.
Derek sighed.
“I just wonder sometimes what goes on in that head of yours…”
“Clowns don’t scare me.”
Derek laughed warmly.
“I never said they did.”
“Well, the fear of clowns is actually quite common. It is one of the biggest fears behind…”
“Okay, okay,” Derek laughed and kissed him quiet, “we’ll go to the circus.”
“I want popcorn, maybe caramel corn and a stuffed elephant,” Spencer grinned and kissed Derek on the cheek, “I’m going to get ready.”
He nearly sprinted towards his bedroom.
How could he not be in love with someone like that?
#261- write about the unexpected delivery AND #244- “Trust me, you don’t want to open that.”
He was adamant about not telling the team. He begged, pleaded and even threatened to withhold sex if he didn’t agree.
Derek was crafty, however, in his ways. For example, the time he gave him a very large hickey on his neck. Of course it was embarrassing, at work, with everyone, including a smug Derek, asking questions. Then there were the dirty e-mails. (Spencer didn’t want to admit how much he had liked those…)
“Uh, Dr. Spencer Reid?” a UPS man asked as the team was sitting in the bullpen.
“Yes?” This was unexpected. Maybe his mother had sent it. He signed it and noticed it had no return address. He opened it up.
His mouth dropped.
It was a box full of…well, full of sex toys. Dildos, a vibrator, anal plugs, fluffy handcuffs… Oh, this was too far.
“What’s in it?” Garcia asked and he closed the box fast.
“Uh, gag gifts,” he covered.
“Aw…he’s blushing,” she pinched his cheek and walked away.
“Derek,” he hissed.
“Yes?” the other man asked, trying to fake innocence.
“This has got to stop. Please. I could get fired for this stuff.”
Derek sighed and got up next to him.
“I was just having fun with you, Pretty Boy,” he whispered, “Oh, by the way, I didn’t buy them as gag gifts…”
The color drained from Spencer’s face and he swallowed hard.
“What’s this?” Prentiss asked him on the way in.
“Trust me,” Spencer sighed, “you don’t want to open that.”
#117- Your character comes back to their desk to find a Post-It stuck in a prominent place. What’s written on the Post-it?
The obnoxious orange note ruined his day.
He had gone for a quick word with Hotch and came back to find it on his keyboard.
You have got the cutest brown eyes.
He stared for a second. It had to be a joke. Morgan probably pulled it on him. But…the bureau didn’t have orange Post-It notes.
“What’s that?” Prentiss asked him as she walked by.
“Somebody left it on my desk.” She leaned over to look.
“Looks like somebody’s got a secret admirer…”
“Or somebody’s playing a stupid prank on me.”
“Morgan,” Prentiss yelled, “Are you playing a prank on Reid?”
“A prank?” the man said as he walked over, “No, I stopped after Hotch almost fired me for the water balloons…oh, what’s that?”
Pretty soon, everyone was excited and asking him about the secret admirer. Unfortunately, Garcia couldn’t hack the security camera in the bullpen (“New passwords and triple encryption?! What the hell are they trying to do?!”) so, he was stuck with it. He put it in the drawer.
The next day, there was another one.
I think you don’t realize how beautiful you are.
He couldn’t help but feel flattered as he hid it in his desk drawer.
The next day, it showed up as he was getting ready to leave.
Dinner at 7?
What? How would…what did… He was beyond confused and looked around the bullpen. No one was here.
“Hey Pretty Boy,” Morgan said, breaking his thoughts. Reid hid the note.
“Hey.”
“What are you up to?”
“Finishing up,” Reid said, “should be done soon.”
“Are you in the mood for some Chinese? There’s this new restaurant in town.” A part of Reid was holding out for the secret admirer. Then again, what if it really was just a joke?
“I…I think so.”
“Good. I’ll pick you up at 6:30,” he smiled and started walking out, “oh, the reservations are for 7.”
Reid looked up as Morgan winked before leaving.
This was going to be interesting…
#390- write about the one-way ticket
It was lying on the kitchen table, a stark contrast to the wooden thing that breakfast and dinner was served on.
A one-way ticket to Las Vegas dated for the weekend.
Why would Spencer not tell him about this? Why did he hide it? Was something going wrong in their relationship and he needed space? Was something happening with his mother? Why hadn’t he assumed he would want to go too?
He heard the door open and shut as Spencer walked in.
“Hey Derek, I…”
“Spencer, what is this?” he held up the ticket, “Just what the hell is going on?”
“I was going to surprise you,” Spencer sighed and pulled out his own matching ticket, “I was going to take us up to see my mom and maybe, spend a little vacation time at a resort. But, you seem upset so…”
Derek reached over and kissed a confused Spencer. When Derek pulled back, he smiled.
“I thought you were leaving…,” Derek explained.
“What? No, I’m not leaving,” Spencer smiled, “I promise.”
“Good,” Derek smiled, “because neither am I.”