Good Surprises
Title: Good Surprises
Pairing: Reid/Garcia
Prompt: Garcia/Reid, Reid has always been Garica´s favorite toy-boy because he loves her surprise, every time. Just good old fuckbuddies or something more is up to the writer. (via the CM kink meme) & goodness (via my crimeland prompt table)
Rating: NC17
Words: 526
Warnings: PWP, mild bondage, language, dirty talk
Notes: Reid/Garcia love is epic, and I loved this prompt so much it hurt.
He has the most delicious mouth she's ever seen, but it's practically wasted on him, because the poor thing doesn't know what to do with it. At least, that's what Penelope thinks when she kisses him for the first time, pressed up against the wall in her boxy little office, screens blinking at them like startled eyes. He isn't unwilling, and he isn't even all that surprised -- they've been building up to this for weeks, really, and it's been so obvious that not even Reid could misinterpret it -- so there isn't any other reason for the hesitation, the tentative tongue, the eager diving-in followed by the second-guessing and pull-back.
His lips ask questions; they don't make statements or demands. They remind Penelope of her first kiss, of being fourteen and awkward and giddy, of fucking loving it but tripping over it at the same time.
Reid never quite gets comfortable with the lip-action, either. He gets better, sure, relaxing the tension in his face and adding some suction, but it isn't his favorite thing to do.
Because if he's kissing her, he can't talk. And Reid's favorite thing to do is talk. And sweet Christ on a cracker if he isn't good at it. The way he talks to her when they're all spread out on her bed and he's got her by the hips, sliding his cock between her legs, teasing her with it, making her moan for it, making her beg -- well, it might make a lesser woman blush. That's right. Listen to you, moaning like a pretty little slut. We haven't even gotten started. I haven't even put my cock in you yet. I'm gonna put it in, inch by inch, until you can't take it anymore. You're gonna come while I fuck you. Are you ready? Say my name. SAY IT.
The way he talks can make her soak through her panties in about sixty seconds flat if she starts thinking about it, and it wasn't at all what she'd been expecting from him. Not at all. He's full of surprises, little quirks like presents waiting to be unwrapped, and that's why he's her favorite. Well, that's one of the reasons why.
While he's surprising all on his own, he's also easily surprised, and that's what makes her the happiest. The first time she braces her office door shut with a chair and fingers herself for him, panties pulled sideways, knuckles-deep, panting his name, he nearly comes in his pants, the smile on his face almost uncomfortable in its unadulterated joy. The next time she does it, she makes him kneel and lick her with his hands behind his back, bound with his tie, and he talks to her cunt, thank you, you're fucking incredible the whole time, and she laughs her way to an orgasm.
He's fantastic. He genuinely never knows what she's going to do next, and the absolute novelty of not knowing something thrills him. And that thrills her. And together, they're just thrilling, she guesses, and that's what love's about, isn't it? Good surprises?
It's enough to make the whole kissing thing pretty much irrelevant, anyway.
Pairing: Reid/Garcia
Prompt: Garcia/Reid, Reid has always been Garica´s favorite toy-boy because he loves her surprise, every time. Just good old fuckbuddies or something more is up to the writer. (via the CM kink meme) & goodness (via my crimeland prompt table)
Rating: NC17
Words: 526
Warnings: PWP, mild bondage, language, dirty talk
Notes: Reid/Garcia love is epic, and I loved this prompt so much it hurt.
He has the most delicious mouth she's ever seen, but it's practically wasted on him, because the poor thing doesn't know what to do with it. At least, that's what Penelope thinks when she kisses him for the first time, pressed up against the wall in her boxy little office, screens blinking at them like startled eyes. He isn't unwilling, and he isn't even all that surprised -- they've been building up to this for weeks, really, and it's been so obvious that not even Reid could misinterpret it -- so there isn't any other reason for the hesitation, the tentative tongue, the eager diving-in followed by the second-guessing and pull-back.
His lips ask questions; they don't make statements or demands. They remind Penelope of her first kiss, of being fourteen and awkward and giddy, of fucking loving it but tripping over it at the same time.
Reid never quite gets comfortable with the lip-action, either. He gets better, sure, relaxing the tension in his face and adding some suction, but it isn't his favorite thing to do.
Because if he's kissing her, he can't talk. And Reid's favorite thing to do is talk. And sweet Christ on a cracker if he isn't good at it. The way he talks to her when they're all spread out on her bed and he's got her by the hips, sliding his cock between her legs, teasing her with it, making her moan for it, making her beg -- well, it might make a lesser woman blush. That's right. Listen to you, moaning like a pretty little slut. We haven't even gotten started. I haven't even put my cock in you yet. I'm gonna put it in, inch by inch, until you can't take it anymore. You're gonna come while I fuck you. Are you ready? Say my name. SAY IT.
The way he talks can make her soak through her panties in about sixty seconds flat if she starts thinking about it, and it wasn't at all what she'd been expecting from him. Not at all. He's full of surprises, little quirks like presents waiting to be unwrapped, and that's why he's her favorite. Well, that's one of the reasons why.
While he's surprising all on his own, he's also easily surprised, and that's what makes her the happiest. The first time she braces her office door shut with a chair and fingers herself for him, panties pulled sideways, knuckles-deep, panting his name, he nearly comes in his pants, the smile on his face almost uncomfortable in its unadulterated joy. The next time she does it, she makes him kneel and lick her with his hands behind his back, bound with his tie, and he talks to her cunt, thank you, you're fucking incredible the whole time, and she laughs her way to an orgasm.
He's fantastic. He genuinely never knows what she's going to do next, and the absolute novelty of not knowing something thrills him. And that thrills her. And together, they're just thrilling, she guesses, and that's what love's about, isn't it? Good surprises?
It's enough to make the whole kissing thing pretty much irrelevant, anyway.