Sunday Free For All

[idiosyncratic.livejournal.com]

It's Sunday, so that means the floor is open!

Anything goes -- any fandom, any pairing/grouping, any prompt.  From schmoop to kink and everything in between.

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[ravensword.livejournal.com]

Criminal Minds, Morgan/Reid, talking

[nouveau-monday.livejournal.com]

"Did you know that people used to believe kissing was pleasurable because an electric current actually ran between two people when they touched lips?"

"Pretty Boy, that was a live wire you stepped on. You passed out." He tucked Reid's hair behind his ears, scraped against his scalp. "I had to give you CPR."

"No currents?" Spencer touched his fingers to his mouth and then to Derek's. An almost hidden noise leaked past Derek's lips. Spencer swiped back his hand. "Are you sure?"

"Don't do something like that again, Reid. You scared me, us, the team. You scared the team." Morgan's eyes swept Spencer's body. "You look okay. You tak like yourself." His legs collapsed with a gracelessness Spencer didn't think he had ever seen in Morgan. Strong arms wrapped around him. Warm breath ghosted at his neck. "I thought I had lost you, before, God, before. I'm an idiot."

Reid's mind struggled to connect the dots, but muscles wrapped around him and the smell of sweat and cologne only added to the confused feeling. He leaned each of his vertebrae slowly against Morgan's chest. "You're not an idiot. It's not a socially correct term, but if you meant mentally retarded, which you aren't that either, you need an IQ under -"

Morgan's hand cupped Reid's chin. He alligned their lips, pressed them together. "You talk too much, Spence." He lapped along Spencer's lips, chased his tongue on the startled gasp. "I have so much to say, too much to tell you. But for now, just know, that you talk too much Spencer Reid and I can think of much better things for your mouth to be doing."

[mulder200.livejournal.com]

Hm. Well, there's more than one kind of electricity. Sweet!

[nouveau-monday.livejournal.com]

There are lots of ways to start a spark, that's for sure.