Fic: White light, white heat (cm)
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miss_odellAuthor:
miss_odell Title: White light,white heat
Rating: R/frm
Pairing: Reid/Morgan
Spoilers/Warnings: None, except fluff ahead
Notes:This is me trying to be less angsty.Besides,my first attempt at smut. Not incredibly smutty but considering that I blushed and giggled all the time while I was writing, pretty much all I can handle for the moment XD.
Not betaed, so mistakes and fail are totally mine
Tittle from a Velvet Underground song
Comments and concrit are highly appreciated
The light from the streetlamp outside the bedroom window plays across the pale, slender back projecting the curtain patterns that moved by the breeze of the warm summer night, seem to be caressing the soft skin. Derek is enthralled by the sight, and he thinks that he might be in way over his head if he’s jealous of the light.
He doesn’t want anybody or anything touching Reid’s body. He wants to be the only one with that right. And he can’t remember any other time in his life when he has been so affected by the mere existence of another person. He’s so involved in his relationship with Reid, that even the tiniest decision he makes is ruled by it.
If anybody had ever tell him that the first time he fell in love it was going to be with a skinny, tall awkward boy genius, he would have laugh for days.
But here he is, having all this romantic and incredibly cheesy thoughts, awake at five in the morning loosing precious hours of rest just to have the chance of looking at Spencer sleep.
He always enjoys watching him, working, thinking, smiling, but especially sleeping. Because it's the only time he seems to be in peace. Awake he’s never this relaxed and Derek loves to know that he is the reason Spencer can sleep all night without being attacked by nightmares. He knows he’s the one who makes him feel safe, and that makes him proud beyond all reason.
He’s so engrossed in his musings, that he almost jump when a voice barge in.
“Stop it.”
“What?”
“You’re doing it again.”
“Doing what?”
“You’re staring at me, stop it, it’s creepy.”
Derek smiles at the sleepy voice muffled by the pillow, and his hand reach Spencer’s hair.
“I’m not staring babe, I’m admiring.”
Spencer chokes a laugh and lifts his head from the pillow, giving him an annoyed look.
“Morgan I told you, you don’t need to tell me that kind of things to get in to my pants. It’s not necessary anymore. You already convinced me.” He says with a nervous smile that gives away his insecurity.
And that is one of the things that still surprise him after months of being together. The way Spencer keeps lessening himself, like he doesn’t believe he deserves to be admired, no matter how much Derek tries to make him understand.
He doesn’t even care that he still calls him Morgan sometimes; he even thinks it’s alluring; a very Reid’s way to try to keep control.
But the fact that even with all his efforts, the kid’s self esteem doesn’t grow bothers him more than he's willing to admit.
That’s why he uses every occasion possible to show Reid, with words and actions that his vision of himself is wrong. He is confident enough to know that eventually he will make Spencer understand how amazing he is.
He moves closer and his hand traces the patterns that the shadows are casting now in Spencer’s chest.
“You don’t see it, don’t you sexy boy? You don’t know how beautiful you are.”
“I’m not…”
“Shh, you’re gorgeous, it’s like you were made just for me. You’re perfect and I can’t believe you don’t notice.” His hand goes upwards, until his thumb is rubbing Spencer’s mouth softly.
“Show me” he whispers and sucks his finger into his mouth.
Derek’s breath gets caught in his throat when Spencer leans closer, shifting on the bed, closing the space between them until their lips touch. Soft, gentle kisses driving them both crazy. He can barely suppress a whimper as Spencer brings a hand to his face cupping it gently. The kisses become deeper and more desperate and Derek pushes forward, pinning Spencer to the bed. Spencer hums, his hands moving to the back of Derek’s neck, sliding down the strong shoulder blades. Derek kisses the skin behind his ear, his neck, his shoulder, listening to the sounds Spencer makes as he explores him. He places soft kisses across his chest and moves down, kissing a trail through his stomach and then licking gently at his hipbone. Spencer squirm at the sensation, then gasp when Derek gently bites at the soft skin.
And this is the moment Derek embrace the most whenever they make love, the moment when Spencer looses his self consciousness and lets himself just feel. He looks up and there’s hungry, pleading eyes staring at him.
“What do you want baby? Tell me.” He asks nuzzling at Spencer’s collarbone
“I…just…please…”
And that’s what always undoes him, the idea of Spencer wordless, because he knows he’s the only one who can make him incoherent like that.
So he surrenders to the sensations and for that magic period of time, there’s just the two of them, their bodies in perfect harmony, hands touching the exact spots, tongues caressing each other, Spencer nails digging into his back as Derek is devoured by tight heat. Then there’s no thinking, just feeling until white light exploits behind his eyelids leaving him breathless. He slowly comes down to the feeling of Spencer hands caressing his damp back, a seated smile adorning his face.
“That was fantastic” he says, his hand never leaving Derek as he gets off him.
“So, you believe me now?”
“I might need a little more convincing.” And Derek smiles, because six months ago, those words would’ve never leave Reid’s mouth.
“Okay Mr. Insatiable, but you have to give me some time to recover. Remember, I’m not as young as you are, and besides I’ve been awake for longer.”
“Hey, it's not my fault that you have those weird voyeuristic habits. Lucky for you, it's Saturday, so you have all day to make it up to me”
Derek laughs as Spencer drapes himself over his body, slowly fading to sleep. He realizes that is almost dawn, and thinks about closing the blinds to darken the room. Ultimately, he decides against it, because the soft light that’s coming in is the perfect frame to the beauty that’s sleeping in his arms.
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(no subject)
Date: 2009-08-17 11:33 am (UTC)Loved it.
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Date: 2009-08-17 03:52 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-08-17 02:17 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-08-17 04:02 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-08-17 02:30 pm (UTC)You have this tendency to do this:
Hey, is not my fault that you have those weird voyeuristic habits.
I know Spanish grammar well enough to understand why you're doing it, but you forget the "it" a lot (It should read, "Hey, it is not my fault that you have those weird voyeuristic habits.", which actually reads smoother as "Hey, it's not my fault that you have those weird voyeuristic habits.") There's also a lot of typos. The writing is outstanding, but the typos get in the way--maybe you should consider getting a beta reader?
Anyway. Great job, I can't wait to see more from you!
(no subject)
Date: 2009-08-17 04:01 pm (UTC)Basically because you (the native speakers) see things that I don't and it helps a lot (see, I'll never do the it thing again because it's stuck in my mind now, as a matter of fact that's how I learned english so thanks).
About the typos, are just me being cold and having a killer headache. Sorry about that :P.
It will be fix
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Date: 2009-08-17 03:11 pm (UTC)I hope we´ll be reading more M/R from you.
Thanks for sharing
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Date: 2009-08-17 03:51 pm (UTC)". . . HEAT."
Date: 2009-08-17 09:37 pm (UTC)Oooooo ‘Señorita’ . . .
Usted es el español a mi inglés es
definitivamente mucho mejor, entonces
diré simplemente, "Amo este." (sonrisa).
Usted escribe bien. ¡Sepa es! Usted ha
escrito expertamente el nivel de comodidad
romántico que existe entre Morgan y Reid.
Este es una hazaña que sólo un muy escogido
pocos han sido capaces de hacer. El amor
que hace la escena entre nuestros dos es...
caliente, muy caliente en efecto.
Again . . .
“LOVE this (smile).”
May there be more ‘Light and Heat’ (wink).
Always . . .
Re: ". . . HEAT."
Date: 2009-08-17 10:30 pm (UTC)You're very sweet.
There will be more, I don't know if light and heat, but I'm working on some ideas.
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Date: 2009-08-18 01:46 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-08-18 02:20 am (UTC)It's not my first though, third actually.
But I'm still on the learning process, so everything is about improving.
Hopefully, there will be more soon if RL allows it ;)
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Date: 2009-08-18 03:19 am (UTC)“Hey, it's not my fault that you have those weird voyeuristic habits. Lucky for you, it's Saturday, so you have all day to make it up to me” *snickers* This is my favorite line! :D
"...but considering that I blushed and giggle all the time while I was writing, pretty much all I can handle for the moment XD." *giggles* You're cute. :D But seriously, the subtleness and/or the hint of smut in a story can be just as sexy as the all out description of smut - I love both!
*hugs*
(no subject)
Date: 2009-08-18 12:38 pm (UTC)Thanks for your comment
*hugs back*
(no subject)
Date: 2009-08-18 09:59 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-08-18 12:40 pm (UTC)I'll try to give you more soon.
(RL is kind of busy right now :S)
But it'll come
(no subject)
Date: 2009-08-22 05:56 pm (UTC)I'm adding this to my memories!
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Date: 2009-08-22 09:47 pm (UTC)