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05 July 2010 @ 01:29 pm
Prompt for Monday, July 5, 2010  
Sometimes the things I say
In moments of disarray
Succumbing to the games we play
 
 
miss kate: reid is wet.l3petitemort on July 5th, 2010 11:52 pm (UTC)
reid/jj, pg13 (darkish themes, nudity/implied sexuality): spinning the barrel
** not sure how this came out of the prompt, but it did, so i just went with it, lol

Spinning the Barrel


She wakes up in the morning, and the bed is empty. She isn't surprised. He always sleeps in the wet spot, and he always wakes up before the sun does and can't lie still. He is restless; he itches on the underside of his skin and has to move his bones and his muscles and his nerves to scratch it.

She finds him in the kitchen, pacing with a cup of coffee and no shirt, rings like purple bruises around both eyes. Her own mug is on the counter, empty and waiting, and she knows there are three sugars in the bottom.

In this light, thin and breathless, Spencer frightens her. He looks like a skeleton, tall and jangly-boned and white. He is, she supposes, in some ways. He has crawled out of his own grave more times than she can count, and he is forever tiptoeing around its edges, peering in like he is fascinated by its prospects; like he might jump at any moment.

He surrounds himself with that which is unknowable except by experience; with the one thing that will throw its mystery in his face until he succumbs to it. Yes, he can tell you more than you could ever want to know about the mechanics, the biology, the psychology, the pathology. He knows the body of Death better than, perhaps, he knows hers. But she can't help but feel like he wants to be inside of it, like it sends him cryptic letters daring him to do just that. The rest of them know Death, of course, but he's the one who buys the guy a drink and licks his lips from across the bar.

He is always the first to drop his weapon and raise his arms; the first to offer his own blood; the first to put his body in the way of the shot. How many times, JJ wonders, can he spin the barrel before he gets the bullet?

"Good morning," she says quietly.

He turns to look at her, and she knows at that moment that he's been aware of her the entire time. "I made you coffee," he says, reaching for the pot.

"Later," she answers. "It's 5am. Come back to bed."

"I can't sleep." He looks apologetic.

"I don't want to sleep."

He sets his mug down on the counter and looks at her standing naked in the doorway, and she can feel him turning her over and over in his mind, becoming more human as the seconds tick by. "All right," he says, his feet silent on the tile as he walks towards her. "What do you want to do?"

"Something warm," she says. "You look cold."

"I am. Freezing, actually."

When he gets close enough, she closes her arms around his waist, leans her head against his chest, and listens to his heart: the steady tick tick tick of a clock, a bomb, a gun cocking itself. "Love me," she whispers.

"I do."
Lisafailegaidin on July 6th, 2010 12:08 am (UTC)
Re: reid/jj, pg13 (darkish themes, nudity/implied sexuality): spinning the barrel
Doesn't matter how it came out of the prompt. It's awesome :)
miss kate: reid is wet.l3petitemort on July 7th, 2010 12:18 am (UTC)
Re: reid/jj, pg13 (darkish themes, nudity/implied sexuality): spinning the barrel
*blush*

Thank you muchly ♥
Clo: Criminal Minds - JJ (braided)citymusings on July 6th, 2010 12:16 am (UTC)
Re: reid/jj, pg13 (darkish themes, nudity/implied sexuality): spinning the barrel
You handled the serious subject matter very nicely. :)
miss kate: reid is wet.l3petitemort on July 7th, 2010 12:18 am (UTC)
Re: reid/jj, pg13 (darkish themes, nudity/implied sexuality): spinning the barrel
Thank you! :D
DirtyMindedHo: morgan_prentissdirtymindedho on July 6th, 2010 07:30 am (UTC)
A Past Experience

She knew she shouldn't say such things to him. Things she didn't mean, things that weren't true just to hurt him but it was the only way she could deal with the pain. She didn't want to face up to reality and talk, she just wanted to bury herself away where nothing could ever hurt her again. Standing in the living room fighting with him took her back to a different time and place. A time when arguments like this either ended up with her unconscience or her with a broken bone. She shrunk back from him automatically, already stuck in a horrible past experience.

He watched as she went to a faraway place, her fear filled eyes glazing over. She shrank back from him, as afraid he'd strike her. This troubled him like nothing else had before, making him forget all about their previous fight more worried about what was going on in that head of hers. He moved slowly towards her, hoping to not startle her and reached out a hand, gently grabbing a hold of her arm. She jerked back but after a second of his soothing voice calming her down she came back to reality.

"Hey now, hey now, it's just me. I'm not gonna hurt you, I promise," he whispered holding her close as she sobbed into his shirt.

He knew of her past, of her history and he became angry at himself for frightening her in such a way. He knew she tried it keep it sompartmentalized, that she tried to push it to the back of her mind, bury it but every once and a while the memory always seemed to pop up. Since they'd been together it'd only happened three times and each time she'd run away, left him standing their worried and anxious. So he was grateful that tonight was different, that she hadn't run and instead sought comfort in him.

Holding her close, her tears staining his shirt he couldn't help but feel like this had been progress. Progress in letting him in, progressing in her moving forward and progress in their relationship already. He just hoped that from this, she'd finally come to realise that he would always be there for her and that he loved her.
Clocitymusings on July 6th, 2010 08:46 am (UTC)
This is wonderful. Did you have a pairing in mind?
DirtyMindedHo: morgan_prentiss 2dirtymindedho on July 6th, 2010 09:35 am (UTC)
Thank you. Haha well when I started writing it no but then Morgan/Prentiss kind of came to me towards the end, as usual. I did think of Garcia first, then JJ/Hotch but Morgan/Prentiss just seemed to fit better in my mind.
Oh snarky one!: Emily - Hurtdangerusliasons on July 8th, 2010 02:37 am (UTC)
emily prentiss, g
Sometimes the things I say
In moments of disarray
Succumbing to the games we play


xxxx

Emily plays games with men, to be in control. To feel a sense of pride in being a woman. She's strong, fearless and will do almost anything, given the proper amount of alcohol--and only when she's triple dog dared. She's been playing her games for years, with much success, sometimes just to show off and sometimes to get on the same level as her dates. They constantly underestimate her, thinking she's a wilting flower, but as soon as they do that her plans go into action. By the end of the night they leave, humiliated and begging for another date, she promises to call but never does.

The men she can't play games with are the men in her unit, Derek Morgan, who hardly trusts anyone--except of course, his teammates. David Rossi, who happens to be suspicious of anyone and everyone. And God forbid if you ever lie to him. Rossi is one who never forgets. Aaron Hotchner--he's a jumble of many things all rolled into one and Emily has a hard time getting a read on him most of the time. But there are those rare times, when he smiles, and yells. And the closed book, that is Aaron Hotchner, opens for a moment. It's hard for him to get close to people, for fear that he may lose them at any time. Mostly sooner rather than later, and she knows he prays for it to be later than sooner.


Rossi and Hotch are the ones you can never play with. Hotch more than Rossi. Rossi plays, a lot. And more times than not Rossi will turn Emily's games against her, and make her feel like she's the one being chased. Hotch just gives a small smile and walks on. He remembers, and he brings it up at the most inopportune times, usually during a case when she's just made a wrong call about a suspect. Emily hasn't gotten all the fineries of profiling down, but ask any of her teammates and they'll say she's one of the best.

Emily's tired of playing games, and she wishes for the day when she doesn't have to play games. She's hoping that that day will come soon. But she's not holding out any hope.
Clo: Criminal Minds - Emily Prentisscitymusings on July 8th, 2010 08:11 am (UTC)
Re: emily prentiss, g
What a beautiful response to the prompt. Well done.