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severity_softlyTitle: Accessories Make the Outfit
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severity_softly
Rating: PG (if that)
Pairing: Hotch/Garcia
Summary: What Rossi saw when he walked inside the door Aaron's office stopped him dead in his tracks.
Notes: just a drabble, frominnerslytherin's prompt "Hotch/Garcia, borrowing an ink pen".
Dave had word from a colleague of his that there was a case in Tuscon that needed to be looked into, so he headed to Aaron's office. What he saw when he walked inside the door Aaron's office stopped him dead in his tracks, though.
Aaron was sitting behind his desk, brow furrowed and leaning over a piece of paper. He had that look of intense concentration on his face, though the pen he was using was partially obstructing it from view. The large, feathery, pink, glittery, puff ball at the end of it moved with his writing in front of his face.
Dave stared for a moment, and then burst out laughing. Aaron's gaze snapped up, and he put the pen down, giving Dave a look. "What?"
"'What'?" Dave repeated. "If you're seriously asking that, you should know that you're in no position to be taken seriously right now."
Aaron sighed and sat back in his chair. "I lost my pen."
"And no one in the bullpen had a normal one?" Dave asked, raising his brows.
"I was in Penelope's office," Aaron said.
Dave snorted, shut the door, then crossed the room to sit in the chair across from Aaron. "First of all, you have to walk through the bullpen to and from Garcia's office. Second of all, you should watch what you call her a little closer." Aaron frowned in confusion, so Dave clarified, "'Penelope'?"
Aaron's lips twisted. "Is there a reason you came in here?"
"Yes, but I'd rather talk about this," Dave said, and grinned at his friend. "How long?"
"How long what?"
"How long have you two been together?" Dave said, then shrugged. "I know you like blondes, but I would have thought JJ would be more your type."
Aaron closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then opened them again. He didn't look Dave in the eyes when he said, "It sort of snuck up on me." He sighed. "I didn't mean to--"
"Aaron," Dave interrupted before Aaron could start apologizing for being unprofessional. He waited until Aaron turned back and held his gaze for a moment. "Are you happy?"
Aaron tilted his head, narrowing his eyes in thought. "Is there ever a day that Garcia can't brighten? Even if just a little?"
"Good." Dave's smile went wider. "That's all that matters to me."
~*~*~*~
Title: Haiku
Author:severity_softly
Rating: R to be safe (sexual talk)
Pairing: Reid/Rossi
Summary: Normally the notes were cute, affectionate. Today's note? Not so much.
Notes: just a drabble, frominnerslytherin's prompt "Reid/Rossi, magnetic poetry".
Spencer had already left for work. He usually left before Dave, but he always left a pot of fresh coffee in the kitchen.
When Dave stumbled over to the fridge for cream, he saw a note Spencer had left for him in the magnetic letters he'd put on the fridge. Normally they were cute, affectionate. Today's note? Not so much.
Please take out the trash
I am sick of being the
only one to clean
"I clean plenty," Dave muttered. "Trash is your job."
He looked at the letters for another moment, then realized it was a God damned haiku. He couldn't help but snort, both amused and exasperated by how almost ridiculously geeky his lover was sometimes. He couldn't just leave a normal note?
Dave started to arrange another set of letters.
Anal retentive
neat freak, is what Em calls me
You can kiss my ass
~*~
Spencer always got home before Dave on days they didn't have cases. Dave had expected him to be watching the SciFi channel in the living room when he got home, but Spencer wasn't there.
Dave headed to the kitchen to get a beer, but the beer was quickly forgotten when he saw the new note in the fridge.
I'd rather suck you
than kiss your ass, handsome man
come to the bedroom
Dave didn't waste any time following these instructions, though he did completely ignore the post-script at the bottom:
And take out the damn trash before you come.
Spencer would forgive him.
Author:
severity_softlyRating: PG (if that)
Pairing: Hotch/Garcia
Summary: What Rossi saw when he walked inside the door Aaron's office stopped him dead in his tracks.
Notes: just a drabble, from
innerslytherin's prompt "Hotch/Garcia, borrowing an ink pen".Dave had word from a colleague of his that there was a case in Tuscon that needed to be looked into, so he headed to Aaron's office. What he saw when he walked inside the door Aaron's office stopped him dead in his tracks, though.
Aaron was sitting behind his desk, brow furrowed and leaning over a piece of paper. He had that look of intense concentration on his face, though the pen he was using was partially obstructing it from view. The large, feathery, pink, glittery, puff ball at the end of it moved with his writing in front of his face.
Dave stared for a moment, and then burst out laughing. Aaron's gaze snapped up, and he put the pen down, giving Dave a look. "What?"
"'What'?" Dave repeated. "If you're seriously asking that, you should know that you're in no position to be taken seriously right now."
Aaron sighed and sat back in his chair. "I lost my pen."
"And no one in the bullpen had a normal one?" Dave asked, raising his brows.
"I was in Penelope's office," Aaron said.
Dave snorted, shut the door, then crossed the room to sit in the chair across from Aaron. "First of all, you have to walk through the bullpen to and from Garcia's office. Second of all, you should watch what you call her a little closer." Aaron frowned in confusion, so Dave clarified, "'Penelope'?"
Aaron's lips twisted. "Is there a reason you came in here?"
"Yes, but I'd rather talk about this," Dave said, and grinned at his friend. "How long?"
"How long what?"
"How long have you two been together?" Dave said, then shrugged. "I know you like blondes, but I would have thought JJ would be more your type."
Aaron closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then opened them again. He didn't look Dave in the eyes when he said, "It sort of snuck up on me." He sighed. "I didn't mean to--"
"Aaron," Dave interrupted before Aaron could start apologizing for being unprofessional. He waited until Aaron turned back and held his gaze for a moment. "Are you happy?"
Aaron tilted his head, narrowing his eyes in thought. "Is there ever a day that Garcia can't brighten? Even if just a little?"
"Good." Dave's smile went wider. "That's all that matters to me."
Title: Haiku
Author:
severity_softlyRating: R to be safe (sexual talk)
Pairing: Reid/Rossi
Summary: Normally the notes were cute, affectionate. Today's note? Not so much.
Notes: just a drabble, from
innerslytherin's prompt "Reid/Rossi, magnetic poetry".Spencer had already left for work. He usually left before Dave, but he always left a pot of fresh coffee in the kitchen.
When Dave stumbled over to the fridge for cream, he saw a note Spencer had left for him in the magnetic letters he'd put on the fridge. Normally they were cute, affectionate. Today's note? Not so much.
Please take out the trash
I am sick of being the
only one to clean
"I clean plenty," Dave muttered. "Trash is your job."
He looked at the letters for another moment, then realized it was a God damned haiku. He couldn't help but snort, both amused and exasperated by how almost ridiculously geeky his lover was sometimes. He couldn't just leave a normal note?
Dave started to arrange another set of letters.
Anal retentive
neat freak, is what Em calls me
You can kiss my ass
Spencer always got home before Dave on days they didn't have cases. Dave had expected him to be watching the SciFi channel in the living room when he got home, but Spencer wasn't there.
Dave headed to the kitchen to get a beer, but the beer was quickly forgotten when he saw the new note in the fridge.
I'd rather suck you
than kiss your ass, handsome man
come to the bedroom
Dave didn't waste any time following these instructions, though he did completely ignore the post-script at the bottom:
And take out the damn trash before you come.
Spencer would forgive him.
