Happy Birthday to Me
Title: Sunrise
Author: Fireness
Beta: None
Characters (Pairings): Morgan and Reid (M/R)
Rating: FRT-ish
Warning(s): Slash, sap. Diabetics be warned.
Spoilers: None
Summary: “What’re thinking ‘bout?”
Word Count: 337
Author’s Notes: Written as a birthday present to myself XD
Disclaimer: I don't own CM
Prompt 31: Sunrise (Morgan/Reid)
“G’mornin’ babe.”
Spencer smiled at the wall, too lost in his thoughts to properly face his lover. “Morning.”
Next to him, Derek pulled himself slightly from the depths of the covers to nestle next to the young genius, who was half reclining against a mound of pillows, staring straight ahead. He planted several little kisses against the near-blindingly white chest. “What’re thinking ‘bout?”
A shake of his head. “Nothing important.”
“Don’t give me that.” Half teasing. “You know everything you think is important.”
“It’s just such a beautiful sunrise.”
“Baby, the shades are drawn.”
“I know. But I still know that if I were to look out the window, it’d be a beautiful sunrise.”
“Even if it’s raining?”
“Especially if it’s raining.”
Derek laughed. “Anybody ever tell you you’re silly?”
“You mean other than you?”
“Yeah, other than me.”
Spencer shook his head ruefully. “No. If I were to say that to anyone else, they’d get this awed expression on their faces and tell me how very philosophical I am. Just because I have a high IQ and can read really fast, they all think everything I say is some Earth-shattering revelation.” He looked down at the understanding face beside him. “Not you, though. That’s what I lo- like about you.”
Derek considered him carefully, reached out a hand to caress his face. Spencer closed his eyes, reveling in the contact, remembering the events of the night before. Wishing he could say the words that had implicitly agreed never to speak. Three little words that carried the weight of the world.
He blinked - the moment was broken. Derek stretched, rolled out of the bed, muttering something about breakfast. Spencer closed his eyes, chastising himself for not having the courage to just open his mouth, let the words come spilling from it. A sigh. Maybe tomorrow. Always tomorrow. He reopened his eyes, only to find Derek standing in the doorway, staring at him, tender affection in his eyes. “What?”
“You’re right. It is a beautiful sunrise.”
Close enough.