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Prompt: Heat
Sprawled over the tops of the sheets and covers, Reid turned his head so that he was facing the bathroom door. He was impressed Hotch made it to that far before he started to strip down in the 90-degree room.
As it was, Reid had stripped down to his boxers and undershirt, even nixing his socks when faced with the adversary of heat, and had done so upon entering the room and realizing they had drawn the short straw.
The town was small, there weren’t many hotels, and of the two, thanks to the ice-festival that made the town come alive in winter, the rooms were all booked solid.
It figured a serial rapist would come out of the wood-work in time for it. Poetically, maybe, yielding an ice-pick as his implement of threat; he had killed his second victim, and there was still one more in the man’s reign of terror over the past three days.
Reid was certain the unsub was very naughty indeed, but he couldn’t give two shits about whether the man deserved a Christmas present or the gas chamber, it was far too hot to think, especially with snow falling outside.
The inn keeper had told them, they had three rooms free, and only three. Two rooms were perfectly fine, one was above the boiler-room and would be unbearably uncomfortable. It was decided, since the girls were bunking up with one man up, they’d get a normal room, it would be unfair for three of them to be miserable in the hot room. So, Morgan and Rossi, and Hotch and Reid had fumbled around for the two keys, whomever getting the one room would just have to suck it up and deal. That was the gentleman’s agreement.
Reid hoped this would be a quick case. But, between his lover and his own limited clothing, he could think of a few ways to heat up the night and still be okay with it. Though there wasn’t a chance in hell he’d cuddle afterwards, he probably really would wilt and die from heat-stroke.
Fin.
(As you might be able to guess, this is a prequel to All I Want for X-Mas located here: www.fanfiction.net/s/6566079/1/ )