Title: Prompts 24-21-12
Pairing: Morgan/Reid
Rating: T
Summary: Three Morgan/Reid romance microfictions
Word Count: 158-176-229
Warnings: Small spoilers for Profiler, Profiled & Elephant's Memory. Not beta'd all mistakes are my own.
Disclaimer: I do not own 'Criminal Minds' nor any of its characters and I am not receiving any compensation for writing this.

24. tainted

Their love was tainted before it ever even took root. Carl Buford, Tobias Hankell, and a group of bitter teenagers from over a decade ago made sure of that. Both of their pasts tainted the pure light of love to a dimmed shimmer of yellow. Reid noticed when Derek drunk any amount of alcohol he wouldn't allow any man near him and that he was allowed to touch Spencer whenever he wanted but Spencer wasn't allowed to touch him without some sort of forewarning. Derek also noted how Spencer still goes into the bathroom to change his clothes and how any sort of restraint even just holding his hands above his head made Reid's breath speed up and his body starts to tremble. Neither point out the things they notice because no matter how tainted their love may be, but it doesn't mean it won't work. They both know they're dedicated to removing the stains of their pasts.

21. satin

He doesn't know how Derek could stand satin sheets. Derek's skin was rougher and more calloused than his own but even his skin catches on the overly soft cloth. He does admit that there are nights when those sheets feel like a gift from god, you know if there was one. On those nights though there are more pertinent things on his mind. With nothing to distract from the feeling now he can feel every catch and pull. It makes a sound akin scratching stubble.

"Pretty Boy, you know that sheets won't know that ya' glaring at 'em don't you?" Even with his voice clouded with sleep it held an immense amount of mirth.

Eyes shadowed with thick lashes turn their glower at the elder man. "How can you stand these sheets? They keep catching my skin and pulling."

"Ah, but you liked them so much last night! Plus if we just take them and use them like this you like them a lot, huh?"

"Ahn-" Okay so maybe he could learn to like satin sheets.

12. glove

Spencer looked so, so sick. His skin was grey and clammy. He hasn't been conscious for fifteen days. It had been three hundred and sixty hours since he had made any voluntary movement. The situation reminded Derek of a fairy tale his sisters used to read, Sleeping Beauty, but he wouldn't be able to wake his beauty so easily. The kid was in real trouble, the worst trouble yet. He most likely won't come out fine this time. They'd be luck bastards if he even came out alive. He couldn't even touch his baby with his bare hand. He had to wear protective clothing head to toe to be in the room. It was for the both of them, Spencer's immune system was shot and as far as the doctors knew the disease could still be spread. His gloved hand brushes fallen locks away from Spencer's face. Sitting on the side of the hospital bed he leans over and takes the limp body beneath him into a hug, his protective clothing crinkling and pulling. His forehead resting on the pillow and his mouth just above Spencer's ear. The whimpered whisper of "I love you baby boy, I love you so much. Please don't leave me." was muffled by the surgical mask on his face. He laid Spencer back on the bed and his blue gloved hand caressed his love's face.

A/N: Not sure about any of these but I've had them sitting around so I thought I'd post 'em up. Putting out what I can while I can. I've been having some major problems with school & illnesses so once September comes I need to fall of the fan world for a while.