Fic:: Morgan/Reid "Make it Real"
Title: Make it Real
Pairing: Morgan/Reid
Summary: Written for spoiledjap for her request of Reid/Morgan at the beach. Turned out hopelessly cheesy, sorry. It must be the romantic vibe of Valentine's Day still there? Plus I got the idea of the very end and it went backwards. Again, if it doesn't fit what you want, feel free to rerequest. :) Love you, my Ruthula. ♥ 1600ish words.
Rating: PG ( I know, LAME!)
Author's Notes: This gave me an excuse to watch old episodes of Criminal Minds, but beyond that I don't own CM, nor Reid nor Morgan. (Sad sad sadly enough.) Title is a really amazing James Morrison song you should check out (makes me think of them). Also, haven't written much of this pairing so um. Constructive criticism would be welcome.
Even with the bad memories from the last time he had had a beach vacation, Derek was excited about the possibility of just laying back and relaxing for a bit. They finished a case miraculously quickly and with the best possible result, which had apparently warranted an uncharacteristic day off given to them by Hotch. JJ had taken the first plane back to DC, which was understandable, but the rest of them stayed in San Diego with a little bit of glee.
He hadn’t packed trunks but he was willing to shell out the 12 bucks at the nearest Target for some and even sprung for another pair in a smaller size and some sunscreen with high SPF with a smile on his face. When he returned to the hotel he walked down the hallway, passed his own hotel room and found Reid’s instead. He rapped his knuckles against it and with in 30 seconds Reid opened the door curiously. His eyes flicked down to the Target bag and then back up to Derek.
“What’s going on?”
Derek put his hand in the bag and grabbed the blue trunks out and put his hand out, “Come on pretty boy, we aren’t wasting the day.”
Reid’s mouth opened as if to protest but then closed. There was a long awkward pause that Derek couldn’t quite read but instead he took the trunks and forced the trunks into Reid’s hands.
“Beach, Reid. Miles and miles of sand and water, relaxation. Possibly ice cream, margaritas and decent Mexican food if we’re lucky,” he smiled the best possible smile he could give.
As he looked down at the blue trunks in his hand Reid continued to make motions as if to talk, which Derek would have pointed out made him look like a fish if it wasn’t so cheesy and cliché. Instead he took the man’s confusion as an opportunity to walk into the hotel room where he found a book open on the bed and little else.
“We aren’t leaving until tomorrow. You don’t look like you have much in the way of plans. I don’t think you are up to doing whatever Prentiss is planning tonight, and I don’t want to go to the beach alone,” Derek slipped the matching red trunks out of the target bag. “I had to guess at the size, but I figure I am about right.”
“You want to take me to the beach?”
Derek nodded. “It could be fun. Get you some more pigment, do something we don’t do in Virginia. You do remember how to relax, right?”
Reid glared at him indignantly and then bit at his lower lip. “I burn easily.”
“Thought of that,” he smiled as he lifted the bottle out of the bag.
He bit his lip again. “I don’t swim much either.”
“We don’t have to swim if you don’t want to,” Derek smiled. “No excuses, now go get changed. We can steal some hotel towels for the day.”
There was a moment again where he thought maybe he was going to have to bust out some more reasons for him to come along but in a quick blink it seemed Reid made up his mind and nodded. He hitched a thumb over his shoulder in the general direction of another door. “Okay, I guess I will change in the bathroom?”
And that was that.
*
It was surprisingly hard to find a beach that wasn’t too rocky or blocked off by huge signs saying they were “PRIVATE” but Derek’s mom had always said he was the most determined kid she knew so they finally found a beach a few miles up the coast from the hotel that had a long expanse of open sand and little people.
“It is a Tuesday, most people would have work or school,” Reid pointed out when Derek had commented about it, sometimes their workweek through his inner clock completely off balance. Reid had a button down shirt on over his swim wear, and after Derek stripped off his shirt it took a good five minutes to convince him it was not okay to be on a beach in work wear, even if it was only halfway.
Derek had pointed out the fact that there were maybe a dozen people on the beach at the time and that all the men were topless. “Even that guy,” he pointed to a man who had to be in his late fifties and had a stomach laying over top his speedo. “And I am telling you, if he isn’t getting odd looks, you won’t either.”
Even as he gave a shifty uncomfortable look around the beach Reid undid the buttons of his shirt one by one. Derek was staring and he knew it wouldn’t help the comfort level so he grabbed the sunscreen and started to apply it to his own skin, just for something to do. By the time he had covered his face and shoulders he looked up to find Reid awkwardly seated in the center of the towels they had left out. He put his hand out and Derek handed over the bottle.
Reid was more or less white enough already that the cream easily blended in but after a minute he hesitated and looked up. “Mind getting my back?”
“Sure,” Derek swallowed a little and then smiled at him when he got the bottle back in his hand. As he squeezed the cold liquid on his hand he said the first thing that came to mind. “I hope I got a high enough SPF, wouldn’t want you looking like a crab on the next case.”
He internally rolled his eyes, knowing how cheesy it sounded even as the words left his mouth. Reid however got a smile on his face that Derek knew was a good sign. “The Sun Protection Factor is not as important as most would think, actually. It depends on the skin tone of the user, and in fact the reddening of the skin is just one type of measurement of burning of ones skin. Some times your skin can look perfectly normal and you can still have sunburn, with just as bad cellular damage. Not to mention the effect of sun and water on the validity of such.”
And the babble was the best thing Derek had heard all day; he knew his grin spread across his face to show that. A rambling Reid was a normal Reid and that was always oddly comforting to him. He looked up at the cloudy sky. “Doesn’t look like we have to worry about the sun.”
“UV rays come just as easily through clouds as through the sun,” Reid rolled his eyes. Derek knew all of this, but wouldn’t admit to love winding Reid up. For a moment something passed by Reid’s eyes that Derek couldn’t catch but before he could ask he remembered the sunscreen in his hands. He made a motion for Reid to turn around, which he did. He thought for a moment about where he should start. Whether it was too forward to go straight for the shoulders, or if he should just go for the normal center of the back and work outwards. This was his co-worker, after all. “You okay?”
Derek stopped his brain full force and put his hands on Reid’s shoulders, pushing down and making into just a bit more of a massage than an application. He rubbed down the sides and made Reid laugh when he reached the bottom of his ribcage, something he catalogued for later use. It took longer than it probably should but it was worth it when he heard the moan of appreciation when he was finished.
“Where did you learn that from… wait I doubt I want to know the answer to that,” Reid gave a weird half grin. “But I think that means I owe you food.”
“What?” Derek blinked, but Reid pointed over his shoulder to an ice cream cart.
Reid stood up and smiled, the massage seeming to give him some sort of extra form of relaxation that Derek couldn’t quite read. When Derek went to stand up too Reid shook his head, “Keep our places. What do you want?”
A little off kilter Derek looked from a distance at the offered list of items, “A bomb pop?”
Reid nodded, his smile spread from half to all the way across his face. Derek sat with his arms across his knees and stared at the water. A minute later Reid nudged him to hand him the still wrapped bomb pop and started to bite into his own chocolate cone.
“What’s got you smiling like that Reid?” Derek asked finally, curiosity catching the better of him.
Reid paused mid bite and turned to him, “Call me Spencer, it is more accepted vernacular to go by first names on a date.”
Derek’s mouth twitched indistinctly, “… Date?”
“So I know I am not the most socially conscious most of the time, but this is a date, right?” he smiled. Derek’s jaw lowered just a little, but he continued. “I mean, you asked just me, not Prentiss or Hotch or Rossi. You watched me enough to know what size I wear. You give me a back massage. We eat food and talk. That is a date.”
Derek thought about it, looked Reid… Spencer right in the eye as he said, “Yea, I guess so.”
The grin that spread across his face made him look like he was 7 years old, like he had just beat Gideon at Chess and figured out the Higgs mechanism all at once. “That’s what I thought.”
And with that Spencer leaned in and kissed Derek.
When they separated Spencer still had that smile on his face and Derek took a bite off of the top of his bomb pop to hide his grin.
Pairing: Morgan/Reid
Summary: Written for spoiledjap for her request of Reid/Morgan at the beach. Turned out hopelessly cheesy, sorry. It must be the romantic vibe of Valentine's Day still there? Plus I got the idea of the very end and it went backwards. Again, if it doesn't fit what you want, feel free to rerequest. :) Love you, my Ruthula. ♥ 1600ish words.
Rating: PG ( I know, LAME!)
Author's Notes: This gave me an excuse to watch old episodes of Criminal Minds, but beyond that I don't own CM, nor Reid nor Morgan. (Sad sad sadly enough.) Title is a really amazing James Morrison song you should check out (makes me think of them). Also, haven't written much of this pairing so um. Constructive criticism would be welcome.
Even with the bad memories from the last time he had had a beach vacation, Derek was excited about the possibility of just laying back and relaxing for a bit. They finished a case miraculously quickly and with the best possible result, which had apparently warranted an uncharacteristic day off given to them by Hotch. JJ had taken the first plane back to DC, which was understandable, but the rest of them stayed in San Diego with a little bit of glee.
He hadn’t packed trunks but he was willing to shell out the 12 bucks at the nearest Target for some and even sprung for another pair in a smaller size and some sunscreen with high SPF with a smile on his face. When he returned to the hotel he walked down the hallway, passed his own hotel room and found Reid’s instead. He rapped his knuckles against it and with in 30 seconds Reid opened the door curiously. His eyes flicked down to the Target bag and then back up to Derek.
“What’s going on?”
Derek put his hand in the bag and grabbed the blue trunks out and put his hand out, “Come on pretty boy, we aren’t wasting the day.”
Reid’s mouth opened as if to protest but then closed. There was a long awkward pause that Derek couldn’t quite read but instead he took the trunks and forced the trunks into Reid’s hands.
“Beach, Reid. Miles and miles of sand and water, relaxation. Possibly ice cream, margaritas and decent Mexican food if we’re lucky,” he smiled the best possible smile he could give.
As he looked down at the blue trunks in his hand Reid continued to make motions as if to talk, which Derek would have pointed out made him look like a fish if it wasn’t so cheesy and cliché. Instead he took the man’s confusion as an opportunity to walk into the hotel room where he found a book open on the bed and little else.
“We aren’t leaving until tomorrow. You don’t look like you have much in the way of plans. I don’t think you are up to doing whatever Prentiss is planning tonight, and I don’t want to go to the beach alone,” Derek slipped the matching red trunks out of the target bag. “I had to guess at the size, but I figure I am about right.”
“You want to take me to the beach?”
Derek nodded. “It could be fun. Get you some more pigment, do something we don’t do in Virginia. You do remember how to relax, right?”
Reid glared at him indignantly and then bit at his lower lip. “I burn easily.”
“Thought of that,” he smiled as he lifted the bottle out of the bag.
He bit his lip again. “I don’t swim much either.”
“We don’t have to swim if you don’t want to,” Derek smiled. “No excuses, now go get changed. We can steal some hotel towels for the day.”
There was a moment again where he thought maybe he was going to have to bust out some more reasons for him to come along but in a quick blink it seemed Reid made up his mind and nodded. He hitched a thumb over his shoulder in the general direction of another door. “Okay, I guess I will change in the bathroom?”
And that was that.
*
It was surprisingly hard to find a beach that wasn’t too rocky or blocked off by huge signs saying they were “PRIVATE” but Derek’s mom had always said he was the most determined kid she knew so they finally found a beach a few miles up the coast from the hotel that had a long expanse of open sand and little people.
“It is a Tuesday, most people would have work or school,” Reid pointed out when Derek had commented about it, sometimes their workweek through his inner clock completely off balance. Reid had a button down shirt on over his swim wear, and after Derek stripped off his shirt it took a good five minutes to convince him it was not okay to be on a beach in work wear, even if it was only halfway.
Derek had pointed out the fact that there were maybe a dozen people on the beach at the time and that all the men were topless. “Even that guy,” he pointed to a man who had to be in his late fifties and had a stomach laying over top his speedo. “And I am telling you, if he isn’t getting odd looks, you won’t either.”
Even as he gave a shifty uncomfortable look around the beach Reid undid the buttons of his shirt one by one. Derek was staring and he knew it wouldn’t help the comfort level so he grabbed the sunscreen and started to apply it to his own skin, just for something to do. By the time he had covered his face and shoulders he looked up to find Reid awkwardly seated in the center of the towels they had left out. He put his hand out and Derek handed over the bottle.
Reid was more or less white enough already that the cream easily blended in but after a minute he hesitated and looked up. “Mind getting my back?”
“Sure,” Derek swallowed a little and then smiled at him when he got the bottle back in his hand. As he squeezed the cold liquid on his hand he said the first thing that came to mind. “I hope I got a high enough SPF, wouldn’t want you looking like a crab on the next case.”
He internally rolled his eyes, knowing how cheesy it sounded even as the words left his mouth. Reid however got a smile on his face that Derek knew was a good sign. “The Sun Protection Factor is not as important as most would think, actually. It depends on the skin tone of the user, and in fact the reddening of the skin is just one type of measurement of burning of ones skin. Some times your skin can look perfectly normal and you can still have sunburn, with just as bad cellular damage. Not to mention the effect of sun and water on the validity of such.”
And the babble was the best thing Derek had heard all day; he knew his grin spread across his face to show that. A rambling Reid was a normal Reid and that was always oddly comforting to him. He looked up at the cloudy sky. “Doesn’t look like we have to worry about the sun.”
“UV rays come just as easily through clouds as through the sun,” Reid rolled his eyes. Derek knew all of this, but wouldn’t admit to love winding Reid up. For a moment something passed by Reid’s eyes that Derek couldn’t catch but before he could ask he remembered the sunscreen in his hands. He made a motion for Reid to turn around, which he did. He thought for a moment about where he should start. Whether it was too forward to go straight for the shoulders, or if he should just go for the normal center of the back and work outwards. This was his co-worker, after all. “You okay?”
Derek stopped his brain full force and put his hands on Reid’s shoulders, pushing down and making into just a bit more of a massage than an application. He rubbed down the sides and made Reid laugh when he reached the bottom of his ribcage, something he catalogued for later use. It took longer than it probably should but it was worth it when he heard the moan of appreciation when he was finished.
“Where did you learn that from… wait I doubt I want to know the answer to that,” Reid gave a weird half grin. “But I think that means I owe you food.”
“What?” Derek blinked, but Reid pointed over his shoulder to an ice cream cart.
Reid stood up and smiled, the massage seeming to give him some sort of extra form of relaxation that Derek couldn’t quite read. When Derek went to stand up too Reid shook his head, “Keep our places. What do you want?”
A little off kilter Derek looked from a distance at the offered list of items, “A bomb pop?”
Reid nodded, his smile spread from half to all the way across his face. Derek sat with his arms across his knees and stared at the water. A minute later Reid nudged him to hand him the still wrapped bomb pop and started to bite into his own chocolate cone.
“What’s got you smiling like that Reid?” Derek asked finally, curiosity catching the better of him.
Reid paused mid bite and turned to him, “Call me Spencer, it is more accepted vernacular to go by first names on a date.”
Derek’s mouth twitched indistinctly, “… Date?”
“So I know I am not the most socially conscious most of the time, but this is a date, right?” he smiled. Derek’s jaw lowered just a little, but he continued. “I mean, you asked just me, not Prentiss or Hotch or Rossi. You watched me enough to know what size I wear. You give me a back massage. We eat food and talk. That is a date.”
Derek thought about it, looked Reid… Spencer right in the eye as he said, “Yea, I guess so.”
The grin that spread across his face made him look like he was 7 years old, like he had just beat Gideon at Chess and figured out the Higgs mechanism all at once. “That’s what I thought.”
And with that Spencer leaned in and kissed Derek.
When they separated Spencer still had that smile on his face and Derek took a bite off of the top of his bomb pop to hide his grin.