Title: Pretext chapter 4
Pairing: Morgan/Reid
Rating: G-T
Summary: Three Morgan/Reid romance microfictions.
Warnings: Written on no sleep. Not beta'd all mistakes are my own.
Disclaimer: I do not own 'Criminal Minds' nor any of its characters and I am not receiving any compensation for writing this.
03. curiosity
He couldn't help it. Well not really. Derek didn't even try to hide to presents so he is partly to blame. He of all people should know how curious Spencer was. The pile was just sitting there in the living room and half were in a bag with just tissue paper sitting on top. So if one... or two... or three and four happen to fall over and their tissue paper gets thrown off a little whats there to say it wasn't on purpose? Telling himself that he'd only look at a few the first bag "tips over" to show a new set of poker chips. The second "falls" and out comes a set of gold trimmed inkwell pens. The third and fourth contained a moleskin journal and... and well lets just say that Santa had a thing for gold that year.
"You know that Santa doesn't come for bad little boys don't you pretty boy?"
"Yeah but the cops do come" the bad boy couldn't help but smirk as the last gift was opened a little bit early.
30. winter
"You know, the first time I saw snow I was 18. I hated it." Spencer said while looking out the bedroom window.
"Why was that? Was it too cold for you desert baby?" Derek laughed as he threw another sweater at him.
"No, it was a freak storm that came out of nowhere and snowed three feet. I didn't even have a shovel."
09. dress
"We need to go through that box over there and see what to keep." Spencer said pointing to the far corner of the closet.
"What's in it?" Derek grunted sliding it down the length of the room.
"Just some old clothes and a mix of odds and ends." he said pulling out a mass of sweater vests.
"Just when I think you can't get anymore of those things you pull out more. I think there is a retirement home with a lot of shirtless old men." Derek said grimacing. Just then Spencer pulled out a long emerald colored dress. "Something you're not telling me about pretty boy?" he laughed quirking an eyebrow earning him a pointed look.
"It's my mothers. She used to wear it every winter. She never liked Christmas so we would celebrate the winter solstice. I remember she used to have me dance with her while she wore it." Spencer's eyes took on a melancholy look as he folded it back into the box.
"We could always take it to her next year." gentle and coaxing words.
"Yeah, next year."
The box went back into the dark corner of the closet to be left forgotten until it would be too late.
Yeah not my best by far but I wanted to post something for the holidays before they were over. I haven't been in the writing mood lately and when I am I can't get on a computer cause I kinda broke mine. Again... Just wanted to post something to say I wasn't dead. haha There is more I wanted to say but after being up over 24 hours my brain is a little bit fried. Yeah that is another reason these might suck. That's all I guess.
Happy Holidays! \( ^o^ )/
