In Sickness, In Health
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coffeebuddhaTitle: In Sickness, In Health
Author: coffeebuddha
Rating: PG/FRT
Characters/Pairings: Derek Morgan, Spencer Reid
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me.
Notes: Written for Criminal Minds Kink Meme: 3rd.
Request: Morgan vomiting. Yes, that's a kink. :p
Feedback is always appreciated.
Originally posted here.
Author: coffeebuddha
Rating: PG/FRT
Characters/Pairings: Derek Morgan, Spencer Reid
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me.
Notes: Written for Criminal Minds Kink Meme: 3rd.
Request: Morgan vomiting. Yes, that's a kink. :p
Feedback is always appreciated.
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Derek gagged as another convulsion shook his body and he coughed and spat out a mouthful of stomach acid. His throat was already raw and stinging from the amount of bile that he'd thrown up, his eyes were watering profusely, and his nose was downright burning.
Something cool and damp-washcloth, his brain supplied, that's a wet washcloth-was placed gently on the back of his neck and he dropped one of his hands from where it was clinging to the bowl of the toilet to clumsily pat Reid's arm in thanks. Reid made a soft, soothing noise and handed him a glass of water. Derek gulped greedily at the water, ignoring Reid's suggestion to 'sip it slowly. No, Morgan, slowly. Slo-oh fine, do what you want. You're just going to be sick again.'
"Gonna die," he mumbled. Reid huffed a short laugh and rubbed soothing circles into his back. Derek sighed, his body swaying so that he was leaning against the other man.
"You're not going to die. You've just learned an important lesson." Reid wiped a second washcloth across his forehead and Derek's breath hissed out between his teeth at how good the cold, wet cloth felt. "And what was that lesson?"
Derek grumbled something incomprehensible before clutching the toilet and throwing up the water. Reid patted his back while he heaved and continued as if he'd answered.
"That's right. Never buy discount burritos from a gas station, no matter how badly you're craving them."
Derek just groaned and tightened his grip on the toilet as his stomach clenched again.
Something cool and damp-washcloth, his brain supplied, that's a wet washcloth-was placed gently on the back of his neck and he dropped one of his hands from where it was clinging to the bowl of the toilet to clumsily pat Reid's arm in thanks. Reid made a soft, soothing noise and handed him a glass of water. Derek gulped greedily at the water, ignoring Reid's suggestion to 'sip it slowly. No, Morgan, slowly. Slo-oh fine, do what you want. You're just going to be sick again.'
"Gonna die," he mumbled. Reid huffed a short laugh and rubbed soothing circles into his back. Derek sighed, his body swaying so that he was leaning against the other man.
"You're not going to die. You've just learned an important lesson." Reid wiped a second washcloth across his forehead and Derek's breath hissed out between his teeth at how good the cold, wet cloth felt. "And what was that lesson?"
Derek grumbled something incomprehensible before clutching the toilet and throwing up the water. Reid patted his back while he heaved and continued as if he'd answered.
"That's right. Never buy discount burritos from a gas station, no matter how badly you're craving them."
Derek just groaned and tightened his grip on the toilet as his stomach clenched again.
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Date: 2014-08-07 04:58 am (UTC)