Prompt Me 9
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coffeebuddhaAuthor: coffeebuddha
Rating: PG/FRT
Characters/Pairings: Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid, Penelope Garcia/Aaron Hotchner
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me.
Summary: A collection based on prompts from
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#288-write about the one who talks too fast
There was a veritable torrent of words flowing from Spencer's mouth. Every so often, the sheriff would halfway raise his hand or open his mouth like he wanted to say something, but the stream, river, ocean of words just kept coming, faster and faster until they were jumbled and tumbling over each other on their way out and Spencer's hands were flying through the air like that would help to sort them out. The team, unperturbed by the verbal flood that was filling the room, sorted through relevant case files. The rest of the police station just watched and waited.
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#500-When she said she wanted to go dancing, this wasn't what she meant.
Penelope looked around the restaurant and shifted a little uncomfortably. She'd been to plenty of nice places before but this was almost too fancy. When she'd suggested they go dancing, she'd been expecting a bar or a club. Well, maybe not a club. Aaron wasn't exactly the club type, although she knew for a fact that, if given the proper motivation, he could bump and grind with the best of them.
She didn't feel like she quite fit here, and that was saying something, since one thing she prided herself on was being comfortable in her own skin. Or at least giving the illusion of being comfortable. Penelope fiddled with her fork and hoped that Aaron would be done with his phone call soon. She was sick of sitting here alone while the gaggle of size zero girls at the next table pretended to eat their salads and shot her disbelieving looks every time she took a bite of her bread stick.
She was about ready to turn around and snap at them when Aaron came back to the table and nodded at the small dance floor, his hand already extended to take hers. He had that look on his face again. That look he seemed to get every time he came home and saw her playing with Jack or sitting on his couch with her laptop or making dinner with Jessica. That look that was equal parts wonder and reverence and happiness.
Penelope smiled and took his hand.
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#510-write about the overcooked meal
Derek staggered into his house, so tired that all his joints ached and little white specks danced in front of his eyes. He didn't regret his decision to help Hotch with paperwork-he liked and respected the man so much that taking a bit of his load so he could spend precious time with his son didn't even feel like a sacrifice-but on days like this it would have been nice to be able to leave the jet and head straight home to a hot shower, a hot meal, and his hot lover.
He was toeing out of his shoes when he finally noticed the smell coming from his kitchen. Derek grinned. Spencer was here. And he'd cooked. Spencer didn't cook often, but he was actually pretty good at it. Derek shuffled into the kitchen, ready to eat a good meal and maybe get back enough energy to bend Spencer over the counter and thank him properly. Except that Spencer wasn't in the kitchen. The oven light was still on, the temperature turned down low, and when he pulled out the lasagna it was dry and cracked, like it had been sitting in there for a couple of hours at least. Next to the oven was a timer, which looked like it had gotten stuck a few minutes before it should have gone off.
Derek poked doubtfully at the lasagna with a spatula. Maybe if he trimmed the edges off...it would still be completely inedible. He left the mess on the stove, pushing it back so that Clooney wouldn't be able to get to it, and glanced around the kitchen. Spencer's bag was hanging off the back of his chair-and how weird was it to suddenly realize that Spencer had his own chair in Derek's kitchen?-so he obviously hadn't left.
The door to the living room was open and there was a faint glow coming from in there, so Derek headed in that direction. He paused in the doorway, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. Spencer was sitting at one end of the couch, Clooney draped across his feet, with a book just barely balanced on the armrest, fast asleep. Derek tugged a blanket off the back of his armchair as he passed it and carefully draped it over Spencer, shushing Clooney when he grumbled and looked up. He moved the book from the armrest to the coffee table and slipped Spencer's glasses off of this face to join it. Spencer shifted, but didn't wake up, even when Derek rearranged him so that he was stretched out on the couch and then settled down next to him to go to sleep.***
I feel like I haven't been on a couple of my regular communities very much lately. I've been working on my Alien!Reid fics, and since it doesn't get slashy or Morgan-related until later, I haven't been posting it in my usual haunts. Oh well. Such is life.
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Date: 2010-06-10 03:12 am (UTC)*hugs* so much love. Garcia! Hotch! The doves! Sooo much love.
:D
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Date: 2010-06-10 03:15 am (UTC)Eee, thank you! It's all so smooshy and lovey dovey! Except for the first one. On the first one I showed some restraint. ^.^
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Date: 2010-06-10 03:20 am (UTC)Lol we all know morgan was swooning in his head :)
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Date: 2010-06-10 03:49 am (UTC)And now my head is full of happy happy thoughts
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Date: 2010-06-10 03:23 am (UTC)Love and cherries,
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Date: 2010-06-10 05:54 pm (UTC)I think I figured out why I was all fluffy bunnies and rainbows in my writing last night though. It's totally because of the hate!sex I wrote yesterday morning. My brain was balancing itself back out with fluff.
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Date: 2010-06-10 03:47 am (UTC)#2- *Peaks through fingers* It's Garcia/Hotch. I don't like Garcia/Hotch. Come on, it's by coffeebuddha, it'll be good. Read it. *Trembles* I don't want to. Try it. What's the harm? You'll like it, I'm sure. *Stomps foot* No, I don't want to! *Flashing eyes, thunder voice* DO IT! No! It's het, and Garcia/Hotch, and who the hell do those girls think they are, laughing at Garcia, and of course Hotch can bump and grind with the best of them... MUAHAHAHA! Damn it! *Kitten glare*
#3- *Ruffles hair affectionately* Aw, Reid.
Very nice!
P.S.- Alien!Reid? When did this happen? *Goes to find*
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Date: 2010-06-10 03:54 am (UTC)Thank you!
It started, oh...earlier this week? Late last week? Start with Out of This World. There are links to the other fics at the bottom of it.
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Date: 2010-06-10 06:10 am (UTC)I LOVE the last one, it's so wonderful!
Congratulations on your first drabble, good work!
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