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blythechild cause it looks fun, heehee!
THE RULES:
The first TEN people to comment get to request that I write a drabble/make an lj icon of any pairing/character of their choosing.* Feel free to add prompt words/phrases/video if you like, just remember drabbles are only (about) 100 words
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“Garcia…” Hotch calls out warily from his office.
“Boss-Man?” She replies curiously from the bullpen where she’d been chatting with Morgan.
“Can you come here a moment?”
“Sure.” Garcia heads up the stairs all cheery smiles. “What’s wrong Hotch?”
He points to the Hang In There Kitten! poster hanging from his wall. “This your doing?”
“Sure is!” Garcia smiles remains before she blushes. “You can throw it out if you want I just…” she shrugs, “thought you could use a little pick-me-up after the last case.”
Hotch’s lips curl into a smile despite himself. “It’s very nice, Penelope. Thank you.”
Hotch keeps it up the rest of the day before bringing it home to hang in Jack’s room.
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*I couldnt help myself and I'll do it too : )
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“I got you something,” Lil says, slipping her way into my home on Christmas Eve.
“You remember my rules with gifts, don’t you?”
“Nothing stolen and nothing off a vic,” she repeats without hesitation as she drops her bag and pulls out something wrapped in snowman paper. “Just open it, Jason.”
Door closed and locked behind us I go over to take the present.
Lil watches carefully as I unwrap the gift and start to smile. “I do good?” She’s eager to see if I like it and that alone endears me to whatever she may have gotten for me.
The Trouble with Harry by Alfred Hitchcock. I laugh a little, smile wide. “You did wonderfully.”
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Erin & Dave ~ Drabble, please ;-)
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Dave’s phone indicated a reply to his earlier text. He opened it, chuckled, and excused himself from the others as they shared dinner in Atlanta. This time he called.
“Hello David,” Erin’s voice came out smooth as ever.
“You’re teasing me, Erin.”
“I assure you, I’m not.”
“Prove it.”
Erin’s soft laugh comes over the other end, “If you share this with anyone, ever, I will kill you.”
“Naturally.”
A moment or two of silence passes before there’s another text notice.
“There you go, David, now get back to the others before they get suspicious.”
She hangs up and Rossi goes to check the text.
Erin hadn’t been lying. There she was, in bed, with nothing but a smirk on. Technology did have its benefits.
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Hehe... yummy. He should run home and enjoy his desert, insetad of going back to dinner with the others ;-)
Thank you!
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Welcome, glad you liked it! It was a fun one to write, haha! :D
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I take it as an invitation. Her latest challenge accepted in the rough capturing of her lips and forcing of my tongue into her mouth.
She accepts it greedily, moves her hands to go around my neck. But I know that trick too well and grab the wrists to pin back to the bars.
She moans.
I moan.
Only when I pull back do I taste the blood. I smirk at her.
"Don't tell me you're going to let a little blood ruin the mood."
I almost laugh. "Never."
She's probably playing me.
I don't care.
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