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severity_softly) wrote2008-12-08 11:13 am
severity_softly) wrote2008-12-08 11:13 am
Three drabbles, Reid/Rossi and Hotch/Reid, up to PG-13
Three drabbles, Reid/Rossi and Hotch/Reid, up to PG-13
Title: You and Me
Pairing: Reid/Rossi
Rating: PG-13
Notes: ~550 words. Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
panijeziora, who requested "rossi/reid , new year's party :)" in my drabble offer from the day before yesterday.
It was New Year's Eve, and Spencer Reid was drunk. Spencer Reid was drunk. It was almost as amusing as it was alarming.
He was sitting next to Dave on the couch, too close; their shoulders were touching, which was completely unnecessary. There was no one else sitting there; Spencer could have easily sat on the other end.
He didn't seem to notice, but everyone else did.
The party wound down about an hour after midnight, and Dave and Aaron had been the only truly sober ones of the group, even if Dave had had a glass of scotch or two. Morgan was crashing in Hotch's spare room, and Dave offered to take Spencer, Emily, and Jordan home. The girls looked at Spencer, then at each other, almost in unison, and politely declined, saying they'd take a taxi.
God damn it.
Dave slapped Spencer's shoulder. "You and me," he said, his tone gruff.
"Mm-hmm," Spencer hummed, smiling, and then Dave and Spencer wrapped themselves up in scarves and coats to go out into the cold.
Once the door was closed, Spencer stumbled on the stairs behind Dave and wound up draping an arm over Dave's shoulder. If it weren't for the fact that Spencer was clumsy even when sober, Dave would have wondered if it was intentional.
"David?" Spencer murmured, his breath hot against Dave's cheek.
"Hmm?"
"I like you."
This isn't happening. This can't be happening, Dave thought, walking Spencer around to the passenger side door.
"I like you too," Dave replied, trying to keep his tone friendly.
Before Dave could get the door open, Spencer slumped against it, his gaze warm and wanting on Dave's face.
Dave hadn't missed that Spencer was looking at him more often. He couldn't even deny to himself that he was interested, either. He just wasn't convinced he could give Spencer what he deserved. Dave was too old for Spencer, too difficult, and had already been married and divorced three times. "Spencer..."
Spencer silenced him before Dave could finish telling him that this was a bad idea, tugging Dave's scarf to pull him in for a kiss. Dave tried valiantly to resist, but Spencer's lips felt hot against the winter air, and soft against Dave's own. Dave's resolve lasted about four seconds before it crumbled, and he leaned in to press Spencer's lanky body to the car and kiss him earnestly.
There were suddenly muffled shouts. "Woo! Ow-ow!" Dave looked up to find Emily and Jordan watching them from the window, cheering and grinning drunkenly, pounding their fists lightly against the glass in excitement. Oh, God.
Spencer snorted, smiling at Dave and not even sparing the girls a glance back. Dave gave them a glare that couldn't retain any heat because Spencer's hands were stroking down his sides.
"Let's take you home," Dave said, looking back.
"Stay with me?" Spencer murmured.
"You're drunk; we're not having sex."
Spencer's smile went wider and he stroked his fingertips over Dave's jaw, which caused a shiver completely unrelated to the cold, and sparked a fresh wave of cat calls from the window.
"Don't have to. Just stay," Spencer whispered.
"I'm freezing my ass off. Get in the car," Dave grumbled, but Spencer kissed him again.
"I'll take that as a yes."
*****
Title: Push, Pull
Pairing: Hotch/Reid
Rating: PG-13 (if that)
Notes: ~600 words. Written forspinningcompass, who requested "Hotch/Reid, At last there is nothing left to say" in my drabble offer from the day before yesterday.
They'd danced around the topic for months.
In October, it had been, "Cup of coffee?" and Spencer had nodded. Aaron had made sure their fingers brushed when he handed it over, with four packs of sugar and a stir stick, all the while telling himself this was the worst thing he could have been considering.
A few weeks after that, on Thanksgiving, Spencer had brought pumpkin pie to work. Just two slices. They were the only ones on the team not going home for the holiday. They'd eaten the pie in Aaron's office while Spencer explained the history of Reddi-whip, which he'd sprayed on their dessert, and Aaron tried to convince himself the pie was just a friendly gesture.
Later, because Aaron didn't want to spend another holiday at the office, it was, "Are you doing anything for Christmas?" and Spencer shook his head, a brilliant smile blooming on his face--one that didn't grace his features nearly enough, Aaron noticed--when Aaron invited him over because Haley had Jack, and he was alone too. Aaron pretended it had nothing to do with wanting to watch the soft, flickering light from his fireplace play across Spencer's face.
Another week, and Spencer was leaning against him in the empty kitchen of Prentiss' house, obviously too tipsy to keep pretending, as Aaron poured champagne and finally realized that resistance was futile.
"The ball's about to drop," Spencer whispered. "I have no one to kiss."
Oh, Aaron had wanted to give in, right there, right then, but Dave would have come looking for them when the countdown started, and he couldn't kiss Spencer in front of everyone.
Spencer got drunk on champagne after frowning all through the countdown, and Aaron hadn't been able to help feeling responsible.
The next day, Spencer called Aaron unexpectedly. It was early, and Aaron was lying in bed in his boxers.
"How are you feeling?" he asked.
"Terrible," Spencer croaked.
"Drink lots of water," Aaron instructed.
"I know." The line was silent for a long time, and then Spencer murmured, "I'm sorry... if I was out of line last night..."
Aaron swallowed hard, and didn't say anything for what felt like too long. "You weren't," he managed finally, and he heard Spencer expel a breath he'd been holding. "Are you well enough to eat?"
"Ah..." Spencer laughed a sickly laugh. "Maybe dinner. Not... right now."
Aaron smiled. "Come over for dinner, then."
***
It was eight o'clock when Spencer showed up at Aaron's doorstep, and he looked nervous when he came inside. They both knew what this was, and even Aaron couldn't deny to himself that he was nervous too. He really shouldn't be doing this at all, not with a member of his team. But it seemed completely unavoidable.
"Smells good," Spencer said of the roast cooking in the kitchen, and smiled.
"It's the first person you kiss after midnight, isn't it?" Aaron said, abruptly, though his voice was gentle. Spencer looked confused all of a sudden, so Aaron went on, "Doesn't have to be midnight on the dot, does it? Is twenty hours later too late?"
Aaron saw Spencer's Adam's apple bob when he swallowed. He looked hopeful, and overwhelmed, and speechless, which Aaron supposed was actually the case because Spencer just shook his head.
Aaron suddenly couldn't find any words, either, as he looked into Spencer's warm brown eyes, so he did the only thing he could think to do, the thing he'd been wanting to do for months. He wrapped his arms around Spencer and kissed him, and then it didn't matter that words had failed them both; Aaron didn't think anything they could say would have compared to how it felt to finally have something he'd wanted so long wrapped up in his arms.
*****
Title: More Bark Than Bite
Pairing: Reid/Rossi
Rating: PG
Notes: ~400 words. Written forchibi_nezu, who requested "Reid/Rossi, and The Reid Effect" in my drabble offer from the day before yesterday.
Dave had never seen Muchie act this way. He was a hunting dog, very well trained... and barking at Spencer like a maniac.
"Muchie! Muchie!" Dave finally resorted to grabbing the dog's collar. "Sit!"
Muchie sat, but continued barking with his mouth as close to closed as it could be, as if he knew he shouldn't be doing it, but couldn't help grumbling anyway. His fuzzy cheeks kept puffing out a little with each muffled 'woof'.
"I'm sorry, Spencer. Come here."
"I'm fine where I'm at, thanks."
Dave looked up to see Spencer hadn't moved from the door, and wasn't taking his eyes off the dog. "Come here and let him sniff you."
"He can smell me from here," Spencer said. "He can smell that he just scared me half to death, too."
Dave snorted. "Come here."
Spencer didn't move. "Ah, no. I can just... come back when you don't have a dog anymore."
Dave gave Spencer a look, but then just started chuckling. "He's four, Spencer. I'm not waiting that long to invite you to dinner again."
"You have a fenced in back yard."
"Are you afraid of dogs?"
"No, I just don't really like them very much," Spencer said.
"Maybe that's why they don't like you," Dave said, but then he sighed and took the dog to the back yard, pulling open the dog door into the laundry room so Muchie could get in from the cold if he wanted to.
When he came back, Spencer was finally peeling his coat off and slipping out of his shoes.
"We're going to have to work on that."
"I'd rather not," Spencer murmured, kissing Dave.
"He's a part of my life, just like you."
"But I can do a lot of things he can't," Spencer said, his tone suggestive as he slid his hand down to cup Dave's ass.
Dave smiled and kissed Spencer's neck, repressing laughter at the thought that sprang to mind. "All right, I'll consider giving him to a relative," he said, enjoying the slightly surprised expression on Spencer's face. "On one condition."
Spencer's eyebrows lifted. "What's that?"
"You'll let me train you to retrieve ducks with your mouth."
Spencer made a disgusted face before Dave had fully finished talking, and Dave let the laughter he'd been holding free.
"God, sometimes I'm not sure why I'm attracted to you," Spencer complained.
"Hell if I know," Dave replied. "But I'm glad that you are."
*****
Drabble offer IS still open, but I am starting to run out of steam, so I make no promises at this point. :P
Title: You and Me
Pairing: Reid/Rossi
Rating: PG-13
Notes: ~550 words. Written for
panijeziora, who requested "rossi/reid , new year's party :)" in my drabble offer from the day before yesterday.It was New Year's Eve, and Spencer Reid was drunk. Spencer Reid was drunk. It was almost as amusing as it was alarming.
He was sitting next to Dave on the couch, too close; their shoulders were touching, which was completely unnecessary. There was no one else sitting there; Spencer could have easily sat on the other end.
He didn't seem to notice, but everyone else did.
The party wound down about an hour after midnight, and Dave and Aaron had been the only truly sober ones of the group, even if Dave had had a glass of scotch or two. Morgan was crashing in Hotch's spare room, and Dave offered to take Spencer, Emily, and Jordan home. The girls looked at Spencer, then at each other, almost in unison, and politely declined, saying they'd take a taxi.
God damn it.
Dave slapped Spencer's shoulder. "You and me," he said, his tone gruff.
"Mm-hmm," Spencer hummed, smiling, and then Dave and Spencer wrapped themselves up in scarves and coats to go out into the cold.
Once the door was closed, Spencer stumbled on the stairs behind Dave and wound up draping an arm over Dave's shoulder. If it weren't for the fact that Spencer was clumsy even when sober, Dave would have wondered if it was intentional.
"David?" Spencer murmured, his breath hot against Dave's cheek.
"Hmm?"
"I like you."
This isn't happening. This can't be happening, Dave thought, walking Spencer around to the passenger side door.
"I like you too," Dave replied, trying to keep his tone friendly.
Before Dave could get the door open, Spencer slumped against it, his gaze warm and wanting on Dave's face.
Dave hadn't missed that Spencer was looking at him more often. He couldn't even deny to himself that he was interested, either. He just wasn't convinced he could give Spencer what he deserved. Dave was too old for Spencer, too difficult, and had already been married and divorced three times. "Spencer..."
Spencer silenced him before Dave could finish telling him that this was a bad idea, tugging Dave's scarf to pull him in for a kiss. Dave tried valiantly to resist, but Spencer's lips felt hot against the winter air, and soft against Dave's own. Dave's resolve lasted about four seconds before it crumbled, and he leaned in to press Spencer's lanky body to the car and kiss him earnestly.
There were suddenly muffled shouts. "Woo! Ow-ow!" Dave looked up to find Emily and Jordan watching them from the window, cheering and grinning drunkenly, pounding their fists lightly against the glass in excitement. Oh, God.
Spencer snorted, smiling at Dave and not even sparing the girls a glance back. Dave gave them a glare that couldn't retain any heat because Spencer's hands were stroking down his sides.
"Let's take you home," Dave said, looking back.
"Stay with me?" Spencer murmured.
"You're drunk; we're not having sex."
Spencer's smile went wider and he stroked his fingertips over Dave's jaw, which caused a shiver completely unrelated to the cold, and sparked a fresh wave of cat calls from the window.
"Don't have to. Just stay," Spencer whispered.
"I'm freezing my ass off. Get in the car," Dave grumbled, but Spencer kissed him again.
"I'll take that as a yes."
Title: Push, Pull
Pairing: Hotch/Reid
Rating: PG-13 (if that)
Notes: ~600 words. Written for
spinningcompass, who requested "Hotch/Reid, At last there is nothing left to say" in my drabble offer from the day before yesterday.They'd danced around the topic for months.
In October, it had been, "Cup of coffee?" and Spencer had nodded. Aaron had made sure their fingers brushed when he handed it over, with four packs of sugar and a stir stick, all the while telling himself this was the worst thing he could have been considering.
A few weeks after that, on Thanksgiving, Spencer had brought pumpkin pie to work. Just two slices. They were the only ones on the team not going home for the holiday. They'd eaten the pie in Aaron's office while Spencer explained the history of Reddi-whip, which he'd sprayed on their dessert, and Aaron tried to convince himself the pie was just a friendly gesture.
Later, because Aaron didn't want to spend another holiday at the office, it was, "Are you doing anything for Christmas?" and Spencer shook his head, a brilliant smile blooming on his face--one that didn't grace his features nearly enough, Aaron noticed--when Aaron invited him over because Haley had Jack, and he was alone too. Aaron pretended it had nothing to do with wanting to watch the soft, flickering light from his fireplace play across Spencer's face.
Another week, and Spencer was leaning against him in the empty kitchen of Prentiss' house, obviously too tipsy to keep pretending, as Aaron poured champagne and finally realized that resistance was futile.
"The ball's about to drop," Spencer whispered. "I have no one to kiss."
Oh, Aaron had wanted to give in, right there, right then, but Dave would have come looking for them when the countdown started, and he couldn't kiss Spencer in front of everyone.
Spencer got drunk on champagne after frowning all through the countdown, and Aaron hadn't been able to help feeling responsible.
The next day, Spencer called Aaron unexpectedly. It was early, and Aaron was lying in bed in his boxers.
"How are you feeling?" he asked.
"Terrible," Spencer croaked.
"Drink lots of water," Aaron instructed.
"I know." The line was silent for a long time, and then Spencer murmured, "I'm sorry... if I was out of line last night..."
Aaron swallowed hard, and didn't say anything for what felt like too long. "You weren't," he managed finally, and he heard Spencer expel a breath he'd been holding. "Are you well enough to eat?"
"Ah..." Spencer laughed a sickly laugh. "Maybe dinner. Not... right now."
Aaron smiled. "Come over for dinner, then."
It was eight o'clock when Spencer showed up at Aaron's doorstep, and he looked nervous when he came inside. They both knew what this was, and even Aaron couldn't deny to himself that he was nervous too. He really shouldn't be doing this at all, not with a member of his team. But it seemed completely unavoidable.
"Smells good," Spencer said of the roast cooking in the kitchen, and smiled.
"It's the first person you kiss after midnight, isn't it?" Aaron said, abruptly, though his voice was gentle. Spencer looked confused all of a sudden, so Aaron went on, "Doesn't have to be midnight on the dot, does it? Is twenty hours later too late?"
Aaron saw Spencer's Adam's apple bob when he swallowed. He looked hopeful, and overwhelmed, and speechless, which Aaron supposed was actually the case because Spencer just shook his head.
Aaron suddenly couldn't find any words, either, as he looked into Spencer's warm brown eyes, so he did the only thing he could think to do, the thing he'd been wanting to do for months. He wrapped his arms around Spencer and kissed him, and then it didn't matter that words had failed them both; Aaron didn't think anything they could say would have compared to how it felt to finally have something he'd wanted so long wrapped up in his arms.
Title: More Bark Than Bite
Pairing: Reid/Rossi
Rating: PG
Notes: ~400 words. Written for
chibi_nezu, who requested "Reid/Rossi, and The Reid Effect" in my drabble offer from the day before yesterday.Dave had never seen Muchie act this way. He was a hunting dog, very well trained... and barking at Spencer like a maniac.
"Muchie! Muchie!" Dave finally resorted to grabbing the dog's collar. "Sit!"
Muchie sat, but continued barking with his mouth as close to closed as it could be, as if he knew he shouldn't be doing it, but couldn't help grumbling anyway. His fuzzy cheeks kept puffing out a little with each muffled 'woof'.
"I'm sorry, Spencer. Come here."
"I'm fine where I'm at, thanks."
Dave looked up to see Spencer hadn't moved from the door, and wasn't taking his eyes off the dog. "Come here and let him sniff you."
"He can smell me from here," Spencer said. "He can smell that he just scared me half to death, too."
Dave snorted. "Come here."
Spencer didn't move. "Ah, no. I can just... come back when you don't have a dog anymore."
Dave gave Spencer a look, but then just started chuckling. "He's four, Spencer. I'm not waiting that long to invite you to dinner again."
"You have a fenced in back yard."
"Are you afraid of dogs?"
"No, I just don't really like them very much," Spencer said.
"Maybe that's why they don't like you," Dave said, but then he sighed and took the dog to the back yard, pulling open the dog door into the laundry room so Muchie could get in from the cold if he wanted to.
When he came back, Spencer was finally peeling his coat off and slipping out of his shoes.
"We're going to have to work on that."
"I'd rather not," Spencer murmured, kissing Dave.
"He's a part of my life, just like you."
"But I can do a lot of things he can't," Spencer said, his tone suggestive as he slid his hand down to cup Dave's ass.
Dave smiled and kissed Spencer's neck, repressing laughter at the thought that sprang to mind. "All right, I'll consider giving him to a relative," he said, enjoying the slightly surprised expression on Spencer's face. "On one condition."
Spencer's eyebrows lifted. "What's that?"
"You'll let me train you to retrieve ducks with your mouth."
Spencer made a disgusted face before Dave had fully finished talking, and Dave let the laughter he'd been holding free.
"God, sometimes I'm not sure why I'm attracted to you," Spencer complained.
"Hell if I know," Dave replied. "But I'm glad that you are."
Drabble offer IS still open, but I am starting to run out of steam, so I make no promises at this point. :P