Title: An Empathic Art
Author: Frogg
Rating: slash, non-explicit
Comm prompt: rounds_of_kink, "I love drawing on your skin." new tattoo/henna drawing
Pairing: Morgan/Reid
Challenge: 50episodes - Criminal Minds, Morgan/Reid
Table: 2
Prompt: 3. Summer
Words: 423
Summary: Spencer gives Derek an anniversary present.
Disclaimer: Not mine, not mine, not mine.
Author's Note: This story was for September the 14th. Due to the plotbunny I was supposed to have written for today hiding, I'm swapping tattoo prompts. The prompt for today, Spencer being fascinated with Morgan's tattoos with the kink being pinned down, will hopefully be ready for posting on the 14th.
Derek laughed, the sound muffled in the cotton of his tee-shirt as he pulled it over his head. "Yeah, it was more than -- Wait," he said, catching sight of a slim, square box on the nightstand at what had long been assumed to be 'his' side of the bed. "What's this?" He freed his arms from the shirt, tossing it vaguely in the direction of the closet, before picking up the box and flicking at the silver-blue ribbon tied around it.
Sobering far too quickly to actually be half-drunk, Spencer smiled, still flush with joy from the small anniversary party the rest of the team had thrown. "I believe it's called a gift. They're usually given on occasions of note, holidays, birthdays, at weddings and--" He stopped, laughing at Derek's glare. "Open it."
Derek didn't bother asking who it was from; he was far too adept at reading Spencer, immediately picking up nervous anticipation as the younger man got ready for bed. Turning his attention back to the box with a fair degree of difficulty, he noted it was incredibly light for its size. The ribbon fell victim to a slight tug, and Derek folded it into a loose hank and laid it on the nightstand before opening the lid.
Nestled in a bed of translucent tissue paper was a plain white card edged in gold.
Gingerly picking it up by the edges, Derek glanced over at Spencer, now sitting cross-legged on top of the comforter in worn bluejeans and nothing else.
Spencer was biting his lip hard enough that the skin had gone bloodless beneath the sharp imprint of teeth.
"Don't hurt yourself," he rumbled softly, pleased at the faint color in Spencer's cheeks and sudden release of tension. Opening the card, he read Spencer's neat scrawl, twice, then a third time just to make sure his eyes weren't playing tricks on him.
"This coupon is good for: One tattoo of mutually agreeable design and location on one Dr. Spencer Reid from a reputable artist."
"You're serious."
"You spend so much time drawing on me that I thought I'd give you something a little more...permanent."
Derek felt his face heat with soft memories of tangled limbs and lazy summer afternoons, scents of ink and sweat and musk, swirls of color and line of muscle. For a moment he was thankful Reid wasn't one to call him on it, just hold the knowledge a treasured memory. "What can I say?" he asked in answer, voice rough with arousal. "I love drawing on your skin."
~~~the end~~~
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