Fic: Snowed In, Chapter 2 (Criminal Minds, Spencer Reid / Derek Morgan)
Title: Snowed In, Chapter 2
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pair: Spencer Reid / Derek Morgan
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine, etc.
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Snowed In, Chapter 1
Hotch stared at the double bed and waited. Finally Reid came to the guestroom drying his damp hair.
“You didn’t need to wait for me. You could have gone to bed already.”
“I wasn’t sure witch side you want.”
“I don’t care.” Reid suddenly blushed and his eyes wandered to the his feet. “I…. I don’t have my travel bag with me, so I don’t have my pyjamas. You don’t mind if I….” His face turned even redder.
“I don’t mind, I don’t have my stuff either.” Hotch shrugged.
“Well….. Can you…. You know….?”
“Turn around while you’re getting in?”
“Yeah.”
“I’ve already seen it all, remember?” Hotch commented and turned obediently to the wall. He could hear the slight rustling off fabric as Reid shrugged them off piece by piece and folded them. Unfortunately the mental images seemed to be just as bad as the real thing. His body was reacting in an embarrassing way.
“Okay, I’m ready.” Reid slipped under the cover and pulled them up to his collarbone. Only a slight sliver of smooth, pale shoulder was visible. Hotch took a deep breath.
“I’ll go check some stuff, you can go to sleep.”
Reid nodded and buried his face against the pillow.
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Morgan dialled a number and waited.
“The all-knowing, all-seeing Goddess of all things Worth Knowing….. temporarily exhausted…..” Garcia groaned to the phone. “Where are you?”
“At the motel. I can’t sleep.”
“So why did you call? Phone sex? I can talk dirty with the best of them…..”
“I know, but maybe not.” Morgan lunged himself onto his bed so hard the bedsprings squeaked. “I’m going out of my mind here.”
“Okay, I’m totally awake…. Tell me.”
“What do you think I have to tell? Case is closed, we’re not leaving until tomorrow and Reid and I have the same room. We should be hanging from the ceiling and keeping the neighbors awake by now. Instead he’s somewhere shacking up with Hotch.”
“And a seventy-something old lady, don’t forget her. Maybe they’ll have a frolicking threesome while the snow covers the cabin hey what the hell are you doing! I told you: bra before the panties!” Garcia exclaimed.
“Excuse me?”
“I wasn’t talking to you.”
“I hope so…..”
“My buddy’s doing a live webcam show, and she wanted me to give her some honest feedback. Ouch……”
“What?”
“Nothing. She got her heel stuck to her earring…..”
“Just fascinating….. Anyway, you got stuff to so I’ll just…. Actually, I don’t know what I’ll just do.”
“Go to bed and get some sleep.”
“I tried that and it didn’t work.”
“Remember Peanuts?”
“What?”
“The comics.”
“Yeah.”
“Maybe you should try a security blanket too. I gotta go, she’s getting down all on four. Good night.”
“Mama?”
Garcia had already hung up. Morgan dumped his phone to the nightstand and let out frustrated sigh. Reid’s travelling bag was on the other bed. He opened the zipped and started rummaging the content. Finally he pulled out the same shirt Reid had worn on the flight.
Morgan lay down on his bed and shimmied himself against the mattress till he was comfortable. He pressed his face against the shirt and took a deep breath.
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Hotch sneaked into the guestroom, trying not to make a sound. Reid was sleeping peacefully. Hotch walked to the other side of the, stripped down to his boxers and slipped in under the covers.
As soon as he had laid down, Reid mumbled sleepily and rolled over, ending up against the other man. The genius snuffled, nuzzled his cheek against the skin under him and continued his slight snoring. Hotch froze, hardly even breathing.
The body on top of his was radiating heat like a furnace. Hotch tried to push him gently back to his own side of the bed, but Reid’s latched his hands to Hotch`s sides and held on like a kid with his sleepy toy. Hotch felt his own body reacting.
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“Wake up.”
Hotch opened his left eyes carefully. The room was filled with bright morning light. The warm weight on his chest was gone. He rubbed his face and pulled himself up to sit with his back against the headboard.
“They’re clearing the roads right now, we should be able to go in couple hours.” Reid was fully dressed and leaning against the doorframe. “Did you sleep well?”
“I…. well… I guess. You?”
“I slept like a baby.” Reid grinned. “Did you hear something? During the night, I mean?”
“No…..”
“I was asleep and I kinda jumped but then I went right back to sleep.”
“What kind of a sound?”
“Like somebody was strangling a cat. Horrible, high, screeching sound.”
“No, I didn’t hear it.”
“Maybe it was just my dream.” Red shrugged. “Mrs. Parson promised to make pancakes.” He grinned and galloped out of the room.
Hotch thought about it. Then he lifted the covers. A tidal wave of sticky fluid had turned his boxers into a disaster zone.
“Well….. That explains the sound.” He groaned and smacked his head to the wall behind the bed. Several times.
TBC