Soccer Team In Shower

Title: Bears clay.
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Warnings / Spoilers: No spoiler really.
Couple: Hotch / Rossi (or rather HOTSSI, because there is nobody better than bitteregobox to name OTP's) and a special appearance by Jack Hotchner * insert AWWW here *
Summary: plans weekend of David did not include crayons and clay, that's for sure.
Notes: worth, rhea_carlysse writes Chase / Reid * squeals * and I had a Hotch / Rossi, so here it is. Jack de plus because I said so. _________

Candy, toys on the carpet and teddy bears were not exactly his idea of the perfect weekend. As David saw Hotch with traces of dry tempera paint on the cheek knew it was not the best time to stay. But between a grimace and a barely perceptible brat stuck in his trousers, he had too many opportunities to escape.

So I did what any idiot with half a heart would. Stayed. Fuck

his three-quarters of heart, thought two hours later.

mean, I knew that the brats were restless, loud and impatient, but Jack Hotchner was one of those book cases. All criteria were met and symptoms, diagnosis and indisputable right. I look closely, from the couch, yes, also because Hotch is on the ground helping Jack to be colored. His voice is gentle, patient and Jack even lets you take your favorite crayon-green to paint the hat of the Cat Hat "is not an expert in matters of children, but remember he was not wearing green-anywhere .

was looking at the watch, it was after eight and had spent his time when children's sleep for several minutes. A tug on his pants made him look away, meeting with Jack before him, holding out two crayons, one chocolate and one pink. Rosa , it only make matters worse, even more than the pleading look of Hotch, still on the ground.

—¿No pintas?— es todo lo que el niño le dice y nunca le han preguntado nada más complejo en su vida.

—No— es automático, casi un reflejo; y se arrepiente de la sinceridad enseguida. Con los niños no se puede ser verdaderamente honesto, mucho menos si los labios de Jack se aprietan en un mohín de protesta y desilusión, el rostro enrojeciéndose hasta las orejas. Puede que esté equivocado, pero a David nunca le resultó tan idéntico a su padre. Así que hizo un esfuerzo por congraciarse otra vez , usando lo primero que le vino a la cabeza, o lo primero que vio por el piso más bien.

—Pero puedo jugar con plastilina...— señaló the pot in a corner near the table legs. Jack giggled and relaxed gesture Hotch automatically.

You owe me one, that's all I could think of. When Jack returned to his side, leaving the boat on her lap, eyes lit with joy, was a miniature Hotch.

"It's time to sleep, Jack ...- Hotch says when he finally has found out a technique for molding clay and is even pleased that the bear's head (or dog, is not very secure this point) finally has ears that are in place. Jack

protest for a few minutes, but I take everything and arms coloring book. Hotch holds his strong hand on the back and one under the legs, David realizes that he had never seen before holding your child. "Say goodnight to Dave" is a whisper slowly and Jack is on his father's neck, so you just roll over and what should be "good night" sounds like a moan softly and incomprehensible. No answer, but he reaches out and messes up their hair as a farewell.

spend about twenty minutes, supposed to be what it takes Jack into pajamas and lie still in bed. Even if you try hard enough, you can listen Hotch's voice, speaking slowly, by reading a story sure.

Cuando Hotch regresa, toma asiento a su lado sin decir palabra, sin mirarle, David toma unos segundos en darse cuenta que está mirando todo el desastre que hay sobre la alfombra. Se ríe, dejándole la cabeza de plastilina sobre la rodilla izquierda.

—Vamos, no todo ha salido tan mal...— se encoge de hombros y antes que pueda protestar le da un tirón del cuello de la camisa, mordiéndole despacio el lóbulo de la oreja. Hay un estremecimiento posterior, pero también un empujón, dejando a David contra los almohadones del sofá. Haría comentarios sobre esa charla sadomasoquista que tuvieron en alguna ocasión, pero Hotch tiene la cara, que no cualquiera, sino LA cara. Así que guarda silencio, esperando que la excusa caiga por su propio peso.

—Mi hijo está dormido...— piensa que habría agregado “y está aquí” pero con LA cara es innecesario.

—Pues menos mal, se había pasado más de treinta minutos de la hora de dormir...— se encoge de hombros, mirándolo fijo e intentando que su voz suene a reclamo. Pero Hotch no da su brazo a torcer y pone los ojos en blanco.

David pone en práctica en plan de contingencia, extendiendo la mano hasta su pelo, acariciándolo como hiciera minutos antes con Jack. Y resulta curioso todo lo que viene después, sobre todo la manera en que Hotch ladea el cuello, acercando más el contacto. Se inclina more, watching his face relaxes, squints and slowly arch lips into a smile.

-Jack is identical to you, "the phrase seems to come from nowhere but just cause the effect. Bulging eyes and lips parted without a word. Smile, but that would earn him another push.

- What's that? - The tone is curious, and suspicious, but David continues stroking her hair, gradually descending to the neck, touching just the tip of the lips. There is a still and know that he has disarmed, touches more reference to family resemblances, I mentally noted potential for future discussions.

When he kisses her, Hotch does not even oppose, but hold him tight in the back and lets out a hoarse moan, barely audible. With slow movements, and hold David fits the caresses and kisses, lying at ease and bringing them Hotch. Are cuddled on the couch, alternating strokes for several minutes, until David hears "thank you" in a whisper tired and think to spend the weekend with Jack is not the catastrophe of the century.

Bmx Bike Customizing Game

Title: orange wedges.
Fandom: Criminal Minds
MD & House Warnings / Spoilers: Levis on the Fourth of House, Chase on the status of the hospital, basically. PG-13 rating, I guess.
Couple: Spencer Reid / Robert Chase.
Summary: Basically, the idyll of Reid & Chase, from the point of view first.
Notes: Well, I had to bitteregobox and appreciated the patience, harassment and everything else because I love ARGH. It's ridiculous how much I like and if they are together better does not it? Now I write this, but from the point of view of Chase. With House stalker, of course. * Is happy * _________

The phone rings and Reid gives a start in bed, startled because they think you have been caught and now neither Garcia nor cease to annoy Morgan. When recovering from the shock, go back to Chase, sitting on the left side of the bed with the phone in his ear. Is still a bit sleepy, Chase spoke in whispers, so you just hear a "surgery?" And maybe something like "I'm not kidding, I'm out of turn" and "insurance Cuddy does not approve."

Chase closed the phone and stays in the same position for several minutes. Or second, Reid only managed to scratch his neck and contain a yawn. How many hours has been asleep? Because it seems that han sido más de diez horas, pero eso no puede ser porque cuando Chase y él cayeron sobre la cama era de día y en la ventana a su derecha todavía se deja ver un día soleado.

Cuando Chase se voltea hacia él, Reid todavía está envuelto entre las sábanas y con el rostro ladeado sobre la almohada. Una media sonrisa basta para saber qué pasará antes que él lo diga en alto.

—Tengo que irme un momento.

Lo vio venir, incluso se dijo a sí mismo que sería comprensivo segundos antes que Chase hablara. Pero resultó imposible y sus labios materializaron un mohín de protesta que habría ganado golosinas en cualquier guardería. Chase lo mira unos instantes sin decir nada, apenas con una expresión fija en su rostro, pero sus manos están juntas y se mueven mucho, la culpa deslizándose entre sus dedos. Ya se está arrepintiendo, incluso dirá algo tan típico como “no pasa nada, nos vemos luego”; pero Chase se ha inclinado sobre la cama, robándole un beso con los labios separados, oprimiendo la boca de Reid como si fuera un gajo de naranjas.

Apenas tiene tiempo para sorprenderse. Puede que incluso se estremeciera un poquito. Sólo un poquito.

—¿Era tu jefe?— alcanza a preguntar cuando Chase empieza a colocarse el pantalón. Ladea la espalda, mirándole por encima del hombro.

—Ya no es my boss. Technically not, but he likes to think so. Need surgery on a patient and do not know why you think I'm the only remaining surgical staff, but if I miss and something goes wrong, somehow end up blaming me-Chase buttons shirt automatic, the voice rises a bit at the end of the sentence and Reid still in bed, watching him without a word. Only flashing from time to time.

Reid has a lot of questions hanging around his head, which is not too new, the strange thing is that the street, as now. Maybe because this whole issue of relationships, or whatever you call that you have with Chase– es un universo nuevo para él donde no hay leyes claras ni exactas. Está todavía sumido en esa gama de pensamientos cuando él se despide, esta vez con un beso en la frente. En parte lo agradece, si Chase le hubiera besado como hace minutos atrás no cree que hubiera estado tan seguro de dejarlo ir al hospital.

—No demoraré.

Le despide desde la cama, se queda allí durante al menos media hora más, hasta que el estómago le ruge y decide que ha sido suficiente de vegetar entre las sábanas. Se pone una sudadera de Chase –todavía huele a jabón de limón– y se dirige a la cocina, abre la segunda puerta de la alacena, donde está esa enorme caja de maize grain brought Chase last night. Are those with sugar, first visited the apartment noticed that the cereal had no sugar and almost alarmed Reid asked if she also took the coffee without sugar. Several months have passed since then and now every time I visit, there is a box of sugary cereal in the pantry at Chase.

After ending its huge glass full of cereal with milk, it occurs to check your phone. Neither the text nor any voice mail. In part thanks you, yesterday received a message from Morgan has not yet had the courage to answer. "And you where you doing? Do you plan to show signs of life before they run out your vacation? "

tried dialing the number back and when he realized he would be unable, proved the option to send a text. That did not work and then ... Well, after Chase took him by the collar and there was nothing else to think about. But now while watching your phone, you know again that not ready for this. to tell. Talking about their relationship. Or whatever.

Remember it all started with that case in New Jersey, a serial murderer error had left one of the victims in the hospital. He and Morgan were to question just as a doctor was doing a routine check. Rubio, eyes Australian accent green. Prentiss, JJ and Garcia would have fought to the death. The rest was circumstantial, is, conversations here and there as they interrogated the only witness they had. A telephone exchange otherwise innocent, had not told it had to be more sociable, after all?

What was not expected, two months after that, was a call. "... In short, I'm in Virginia for a convention, and I was wondering if ... "Reid is still trying to figure out why he agreed to see him then. But the first time that sank his fingers in the hair of Chase knew there would be a meeting one night. Virginia was not so far from New Jersey, after all. Travel, comings and goings became part of the routine before Reid could tell.

were now at a point that Reid had memorized all the titles that read on the shelf of Chase-in order, of course, and he probably had been taught in at least three times the entire Star Trek saga . In addition, Chase has heard all the details of the last sweat that has seen the BAU and he also knew all the misfortunes that occurred last month at the Princeton Hospital.

was also the fact that Chase kissed that way, pressing the lips, scraping gums. Even was a proven fact that Reid is running faster if she kissed well but on the chin.

however, have not dared to ask why there was not a family picture in the whole apartment. Nor has told about her mother. Also still called by the surname and that must mean something. The first time I called him "Robert" sounded so strange and unnatural that returned to the convenient "Chase" in the next sentence.

For that kind of details still feels unable to talk to Morgan to say he requested those days off to visit Robert. A Chase. With whom she has been dating for more than six months. "Leaving? So you say? Not sure the truth.

Chase comes a couple of hours later, pushing the door forward and dropping a huge jump. We received from the living room couch, remote in hand and still with the sweatshirt. Know he will note, because he bites his lip, holding a smile, but beyond that, no opinion. Reid wants to say something, maybe an apology or something, but you forward.

"Sorry.

- Huh? - Eyebrows up, and Chase have to repeat it again to find out who has not imagined.

"It's supposed shift had changed in the hospital because you were here.

right. Work in a hospital. You doctor. I understand.

means that and much more, because there are many shades in these apologies and inspire some fear. Want to tell you really do not have to apologize, it's not like that serious. But it is there, sitting on the couch, knees close together and watching Chase approach. Slowly, very slowly, like slow motion.

-is ... well ...- mumbles or so tries, but their faces and are very close and so cliche that happens breaths intermingled. It concentrates on the lips, moving his own, hands, soft hands, sliding down her hair.

"But neglected, Spencer, make it up, and again there tight-lipped Reid on the chin and bend your knees, making room for Chase, who is on it. Opens her eyes and sees him smiling, it means something, many things really, believes that if now called 'Robert' out of place but just can not separate the lips and simulate a smile. A smile almost like the first time she saw him in the hospital.

When Chase squeezes her lips and rubs her crotch on the web, Reid still carries the 'Spencer' pounding in the ears.

Red Gums And Blisters In Mouth

Title: El Sol de Miami
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Warnings / Spoilers: 3x17 technically on, but apart from where they are and love gay speech, nothing more.
Characters / Pairs: Hotch / Rossi
Summary: Miami Heat takes its toll on Aaron Hotch. Or so he says.
Notes: Hell, I back. And Hotch. And Rossi * fangirl *. Dedicated to rhea_carlysse because it was \u0026lt;333
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say that when you meet someone enough, everything, absolutely everything natural feel, which fits into the place where it should. Well, that's what Hotch has heard many times throughout his life but that had not had many opportunities to prove it.

Until now, of course.

Because to him this "sleep with a co-worker" was something of a premise of the Twilight Zone. Something that he does not happen in a million years. The 'problem', still too dazed to find another noun that fits you best, is that David Rossi was not a co-worker. It was Dave.

The point is, not even your thoughts are consistent at this time vaya– que no se sintió extraño. Ni raro. De hecho, cuando su lengua le raspó el paladar la primera vez, no se le ocurrió pensar algo tan dramático como “¿Qué demonios estamos haciendo?” No. Más bien fue una sensación de desazón por haberse perdido algo tan bueno durante mucho tiempo. También aquella súbita revelación que todo estaba en su lugar, piezas de un viejo rompecabezas encajando por fin.

Eso o el sexo le alteró las neuronas.

Se queda con la primera opción, mientras echa un bostezo y reclina la espalda sobre el colchón, desperezando el cuerpo. El sitio de junto está vacío y las sábanas frías, pero gracias al sonido the shower does not have to think too much about where is Dave.

When the bathroom door opens, Hotch and sits in a corner of the bed, placing his shoes. Dave has his shirt collar unbuttoned, his tie hanging to the left shoulder.

"You look around a pimp.

The phrase comes from his lips before you know it is a bad joke. That or I should say something to circumvent the stress of having to win away his clothes. Again. That sounded like a schoolgirl, but strangely, is not bothered. That speech may Dave a few hours ago had something to do. That, or be in the Miami sun. Yes

Tiene que ser eso.

Se da cuenta tarde que Dave ojea su reloj de muñeca, con una media sonrisa. Hotch conoce el gesto, la mitad de los labios apuntando al cielo, mueca convertida en enigma. Con algo tan simple comenzó todo hace escasas horas. La media sonrisa y luego el brillo en los ojos.

Cree escuchar un susurro que se asemeja a “todavía tenemos tiempo” antes que la lengua le roce una vez más el paladar, pierda el equilibrio y caiga sobre la cama.

Lsu Rose Bowl Highlights

Título: Cortejando terquedades.
Fandom: Original
Advertencias/Spoilers: Rating: R. Slash.
Personajes/Parejas: Hans / Vincent.
Summary: Maybe that's why he liked Vincent ... Hans loved him so much as at the time wanted a new toy or cake dough. _________

Vincent liked the first time. Not like epic stories of "love at first sight, much less. When Hans met Vincent, a child was no longer sitting on the lap of her sister to hear stories of fantasy. He was not the child's father or mother's baby, nor was the brother Zeit.

an ex-convict was banished by his family, who still sounded freedom to foreign word. There was little of that child he had the world at his feet with a single sentence that could get whatever you want. Maybe that's why he liked Vincent, because in those eyebrows arched with disdain and in those wrinkled lips in a grimace of annoyance, was a challenge. Hans loved him so much as at the time wanted a new toy or cake dough.

I wanted for him. So decided, so simple and complex at once.

scampering around the corridors Vincent was not complicated, not snoop on your reading, looking over his shoulder. Vincent was angry again and again. Every time Hans was approaching, he ran to seek refuge away, repel, with all the energy I had. That was great, Hans never met a child so persistent stubbornness bordering all its actions.

Maybe it was that the push to continue, if Vincent was stubborn in rejecting, the more it would be him to satisfy his whim. The first time I tasted her lips was the force could not be otherwise, Vincent almost hits you face. The second time, complaints received a push to remove him. On the third occasion there was no push, but complaints and cries.

"Idiot", "asshole", "Who do you think you are?" Several of the many phrases that Hans listened again and again. Until the words were expenses, lost its force and threat, getting entangled on the lips of Vincent that hooked in hers, furiously biting, complaining now silent.

"It's just sex okay? ...- only that was all Vincent said, eyebrows arched and mouth twisted in disbelief. Hans smiled, though the shadows do not leave physical details.

- Are you listening, dammit ...?- but before he could say anything else, Hans copied to the tales of his sister Vincent silenced with a kiss. She pressed her lips against his chin, making water contact shudder. He smiled again Vincent while taking the waist.

"You talk too much, mein kind ...- just whispered in his mother tongue, kissing him again before the complaints flooded the narrow room. Between strokes and complaints, bites and groans, the bodies fell to the ground, Vincent quivering under him, her bare back on the fine stone floor.

felt the expectant look, all I could hear was an incessant panting. Mixing in a single breath. Hans smiled triumphantly before Vincent's legs apart and licked the crotch.

his, he said, as a precious treasure whom greed, finally yours. Worst of all, while licking the erection, he knew he was not willing to share.

Transverse Engine Buggy

Title: traces of flour.
Fandom: Original .
Warnings / Spoilers: None .
Characters: Hans DëVöer and family.
Summary: "No Hans, the cake is for after dinner" were the words of his mother. But the craving was greater than the fear of his mother. _________

Hans

"No, not yet" the pot of reply was immediate. However, even though wrinkled lips again and again, was useless, Hans's mother would not budge. So the child that he had no tiptoe until she burned the toes, trying in vain to gain some of the contents of that crock.

was still too small to reach the center of the table, where his mother is mixing the ingredients, making them a yellowish mass that later mutate into a cake. Hans loved to eat the dough without baking, almost as much as he liked to watch the slowly inflating cake in the oven. On one occasion his mother found him too close to the oven window, from the time Hans visits were restricted to the kitchen.

- You're ready, Mom? - in their quest to reach the bowl of dough, was balancing on one foot but the gesture disapproving of his mother made him give up the body juggling.

"You will not try, Hans, this is the dessert, remember that your grandparents are coming for dinner, when his mother leaned over to him, Hans knew he was examining her dress, then you have to change that shirt ...-

-Mother, grandparents are here Zeit walked into the kitchen unannounced, Hans smiled before looking at his mother. She made a face of doubt before wiping his hands on her apron, leaving him in the back of a chair.

-Pon cake in the oven and take your brother into the room, make him change clothes ...- were his last words before disappearing behind the door of the kitchen.

Hans looked at her sister, she was silent, his hands touching the edge of the table. He could almost touch his elbow, but Zeit had no time for any movement. She turned to him, bending both knees to be nearly the same height. The brown curls falling from her shoulders and her lips widened into a smile. Hans smiled, troubled by the scent of violets that flowed from it.

"Come here, sweet boy ...- Zeit lifted him in her arms, dropped Hans chuckled triumphantly, raising his hands to the ceiling, imagining that he could touch the tip of his fingers the candle that lit the kitchen-come before mom returns, Hans-pretending exasperated, she spent the huge bucket that was used to scramble cake mix. Hans

took him in her hands, bringing it to his lips and eagerly devouring the remains of the mass. Reviewed the tongue on the palate, pushing slowly swallowing his dessert in advance. He bit and licked around the bucket, even where there were remnants of unmixed flour. Then, put his fingers to his mouth, two by two, clearing any trace of mass would have been on the knuckles, the folds or nails.

would put his hand into the bowl, but Zeit tapped him on the neck, as if he guessed the thought. He smiled, still chewing on the right thumb and forefinger. His sister pressed her lips encompassed her cheeks, he knew the gesture was when Zeit was holding a laugh.

"My Hans, Hans my greedy, leave something for dinner ...- whispered, placing a kiss on her forehead.

Many years later, in the prison cell, Hans remember the many occasions when her sister held her in his arms, to help you achieve the remaining cake batter. Evoke the scent of violets and Zeit knitted brows of his mother and desperate in a fit of madness, inserted two fingers in his mouth, pretending at times that dirt and sweat could be remnants of flour and egg yolks.