Title: Hangover.
Author: miss_hale (Sariel on EFP).
Fandom: Criminal Minds .
Characters / Couple: Derek Morgan, Spencer Reid.
Rating: PG .
Word Count: 364w (Criticón).
Warnings: slash hints if you like.
Disclaimer: The characters mentioned not belong to me. There is no revenue.
Notes: Written for the initiative impromptu Criticón .
Prompt: Hangover .
author Note: first fiction on CM, as always comments and criticisms accepted.
EFP: HERE.
Summary: could not say exactly how it got in the bathroom of Morgan, his face splattered with cold tile floor .
HANGOVER
could not say exactly how it got in the bathroom Morgan, her face splattered with cold tile floor. He only knows that the feeling is very pleasant and the pounding in his head seems less strong now, even if the bad taste in the mouth that seems determined not wanted to leave. He closes his eyes and sighs, but does not pass a short time before the door opens.
Opens up one eye, then both, confronted the foot of Morgan. I hear giggling, while bending knees.
"does not apply alcohol, eh, kid?" The question amused.
"It's not funny." Spencer mumbles in response, frowning, but all I get is another little laugh.
Then everything is quite too confused to understand what happens. The cool sensation on her cheek disappears and mumbles annoyed, because the mess in his head back stronger than before. Feel the strong grip of the arms of Derek that help you get up from the ground supporting it, and is being drawn to the couch, where he collapses with a whimper.
"How do you feel?" Derek asks him a few minutes later, somewhere in the apartment somewhere.
"do you think?" Whispers floor, while the other approached him.
It helps you sit up and puts his hands a cup of green liquid that smell does not bode well. He takes a sip of that - well, crap - herbal tea and just can not hold a disgusted groan.
"What is this stuff?" He can throw it out, including a cough and another.
"Drink it, you will get better."
And do not know how, but manages to empty the cup. The taste in his mouth is gone, but now does not know which is worse between the two. He hands the empty cup to Derek and sighs, dropping his head on the armrest of the sofa and closed his eyes again.
"Yes?"
"Next time ... obbligami not come."
Derek feels snort and laugh and still can not suppress a smile.
The last thing you feel is the feeling of the cool damp cloth that is based on Derek's eyes and his fingers, playing with a lock of his hair.
"Shut up and sleep, Reid." And Spencer did not do it twice.
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