Prompt Me 10

[coffeebuddha]

Title: Prompt Me
Author: coffeebuddha
Rating: PG-13/FRT
Characters/Pairings: Aaron Hotchner/David Rossi, Penelope Garcia/Aaron Hotchner, Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me.
Summary: A collection based on prompts from staringout.

Feedback is always appreciated.

 

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#283-"I'll show you mine if you show me yours."

The girl was pretty. Really, ridiculously pretty. Big, expressive eyes peered out from under long, sooty lashes. Masses of shiny, curly hair swung freely around her shoulders. A rosy, pouty mouth smiled coyly. She moved from high heeled foot to high heeled foot so that the tight little body under her tight little dress shifted in some very interesting ways. She couldn't be a day over twenty-five. And she was looking up at David like he was, well, like he was whatever it was that twenty-five year olds found irresistible.

Aaron paused at the end of the bar, a little impressed that Dave was looking at her face and not the generous cleavage that she was absently tracing with a perfectly manicured finger. He wondered at the fact that he felt more intrigued than jealous or threatened as he walked over to the duo.

He was just in time to hear the girl say, "I'll show you mine if you show me yours."

Dave looked over at Aaron as he approached, his dark eyes sparking with amusement. Aaron could smell the alcohol on his breath, but the arm that Dave tossed casually around his shoulders was steady and he showed no signs of any real intoxication. He smiled widely at the girl and gestured at Aaron with his glass. "Well, this one here is mine. And I wouldn't mind seeing yours, but I think I need to get permission for that first."

The girl sputtered in her fancy pink drink, but Aaron had to give her credit. She recovered remarkably fast, giving him a quick once over before flashing that coy smile again. "You know, I've never really thought of three as a crowd," she said, trailing off with a meaningful look between the two of them.

Dave laughed and clinked his glass against hers. "Thanks, sweetheart, but you'd probably kill us. We'll pass." He paused and glanced at Aaron. "Unless?" Aaron suppressed the urge to laugh and gave Dave his best 'You have got to be kidding me' frown. Dave sighed dramatically and smiled sadly at the girl. "That would be a no."

The girl smiled, a little more tightly this time, made her excuses, and quickly sauntered off. Aaron took Dave's drink from him and drank the last of it, ignoring his sputters of protest. "You didn't really want to sleep with her, did you," Aaron asked with an amused half smile.

"Nah," he said, leaning against Aaron more fully. "But it was damn flattering that she asked."

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#243-A woman cooking dinner finds something unexpected in the kitchen cabinet.

"What's wrong," Penelope asked, leaning away from where her pasta was boiling on the stove to look in the living room where Aaron was overturning cushions and peering under the couch. "You're going to be late picking up Jack if you don't get moving, sweet cheeks."

Aaron looked up, an inscrutable look on his face. "Nothing's wrong, I just misplaced something." He paused, his brow furrowing. "Did you just call me 'sweet cheeks'?"

"Well, I'm sure it'll turn up," she said optimistically, whisking more olive oil into her pesto sauce. "Why, is 'sweet cheeks' no good? I can always come up with something else. How about 'big daddy'?" She grinned wickedly at Aaron. "How about it? Do you want me to call you 'daddy'? Come on, you know you do."

Aaron rolled his eyes and kissed her. "I think I'd rather stick with sweet cheeks." He paused and looked around the room again. "Maybe I left it in the car."

"You can look on your way to get Jack," Penelope said, shooing him out the door with her whisk. He laughed, kissing her again before she shut the door in his face. She walked back into the kitchen, a huge smile on her face, and tasted the pesto sauce. "Hmm," she mused to herself, "Definitely needs more salt."

She reached into the cabinet without looking, but instead of the salt she ended up with a small, velvet box in her hand. Penelope slowly put the whisk and mixing bowl on the counter and opened the box with trembling hands.

"Oh," she purred breathlessly as she looked at the sparkling engagement ring. "Big daddy did good."

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#225- "This looks silly without the music."

Spencer swayed awkwardly from side to side. "I feel ridiculous, Derek. And I'm sure I look ridiculous. If you're going to try to teach me how to dance, can we at least turn some music on?"

Derek chuckled behind him, his hands guiding Spencer's hips in little swivels and dips. "First of all, you look fine, pretty boy. Second, there's no one here to see you but me. Third," he said, pulling Spencer back tight against him so that they were swaying together, "You don't really need the music. Just listen to what your body's telling you to do and do it."

Spencer leaned back tensely. "Derek, I really don't think this is helping."

"That's your problem," Derek said as he pressed soft kisses down Spencer's neck to his shoulder, one of his hands drifting up under Spencer's shirt to stroke over his stomach and tease at the waistband of his pants. "You think too much. Relax and let go."

And as Derek's hands and mouth slowly worked to unwind the tension that was coiled in his body, Spencer lost himself in the beat of his heart pounding in his ears and the increasingly fast rhythm of his breathing.

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Part One/Part Two/Part Three/Part Four/Part Five/Part Six/Part Seven/Part Eight/Part Nine/Part Eleven/Part Twelve/Part Thirteen
 

Apparently it's 'How many different pairings can you write in a day' Friday. Counting the Spencer/Ethan piece that I posted earlier, I'm up to four. Wonder if I should try for five before I go to bed.five. Check the comments for the fifth pairing, Reid/Hotch. Short and pointless, but it's officially five.

I just realized that at three drabbles/shorts a posting and ten postings, I've done thirty of these prompts. That's pretty cool.