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MR; hammock
On day three in Hawaii, they lay in the hammock together, swinging lazily as they watched the sun go down. The closeness the hammock created was wonderful, allowing Morgan to run his hands all over Reid's exposed skin, bathed in the warm light of sunset. Reid, perfectly at ease in the fabric cocoon, hummed contently and turned his face to seek Morgan's kisses, as they swayed gently.
M/R/P; miscarriage.
It's wasn't very dramatic, or very bloody; just some spotting on the bedsheets to signal a pregnancy Morgan had only know about for a week was ending. He said he was fine, and Reid and Prentiss both believed it, until the latter caught him working out so hard he collapsed on the treadmill. He shrugged it off as not having eaten enough and getting carried away, and they could have believed it if Reid hadn't noticed how he started touching his stomach as he went to sleep. They shared a worried look between them as Morgan slept fretfully in the middle, at a loss for how to make the pain stop for him.
Morgan/Reid, the entire relationship has been one of Reid's hallucination.
"What are you doing here?"
Reid cocked an eyebrow saucily, holding the bottle of wine aloft at Morgan's front door.
"You always come to my place, I thought I'd surprise you." He stepped over the threshold, and Morgan looked concerned.
"Reid?"
Reid wrinkled his nose. "Since when did you use my surname in private? I thought you liked saying 'Spencer'," he teased lightly, surpressing a grin.
"Reid, I don't understand what you're doing. I've never been to your place."
Morgan would never quite be able to get the large red wine stain off the hardwood of the hallway.
Moreid: Books
When Reid moved in, he poured over the books Morgan already had. He liked to note which had the most turned-down pages, the most worn spines, and breath deeply in the smell of unfamiliar paper.
morgan/reid, cancer
Reid cries when Morgan's eyebrows fall out. He thinks about it and he ends up covering his mouth with his hand, sobbing. It seems stupid, pathetic, that that upsets him, when his lover is being so brave, is so sick from the chemo. Worse still, when Reid has got himself together and gone back to the bedroom, Morgan's hand is near his face, his fingertips tracing where his eyebrows should be.
Moreid, kitten
Morgan's largely indifferent about the kitten Reid rescued and adopted; he's much more of a dog person. The little tabby kitten, however, loves him.
"You're warm," Reid says by way of explanation as Morgan rouses from his nap on the sofa to find the tiny fluffy cat curled up on his chest.
"You put her on there while I was asleep," he accuses groggily.
Reid doesn't even justify it with an answer or look up from his book, and the kitten purrs on.
Whoops! I left out the one word prompt, didn't I? I'm very sorry. My prompt for HotchxRossi is "scar." (Predictable, lol.)
There are parts of Hotch that shudder at the thought that Rossi knows each and every scar, length, depth, placement; better than his own hand, which ghosts over them as necessity, never lingering like Dave's touch does on Aaron's skin.
Reid/Kevin, tie.
It starts with Kevin sporting a Dalek-print tie, and ends with Reid's Cyberman boxers lost in the other man's Star Trek bedsheets.
