Title: Rest Your Bones
Author: clairey
Rating: g/frc - 100% innocent, fluffy drabble (672 words)!
Characters/Pairings: spencer reid/derek morgan (slash), mention of emily prentiss.
Spoilers/Warnings: none whatsoever! :)

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"Derek, I don't want to stay home! I want to come to Idaho with you guys ... with you."
A smile pressed itself onto Morgan's lips ... that whine was so childlike, so dependent, so hard to resist ... it was quite simply so Reid.

"That's not an option, gorgeous. You're ill, you're not fit to work."
The standing man knew his lover would open his mouth to interject and increased the speed of his speech just enough to cut him off pre-argument.

"And if you pass on your germs to the rest of us, we won't be either, and who's going to help Idaho P.D with a serial arsonist then?"
He could almost see the cogs whirring beneath the dishevelled mass of hair he lived to rake his hands through.

Morgan knew Reid well enough to recognise the boyish pout as a sign of the wiry man conceding defeat, and burst into an affectionate smile as he reached out and drew back the brunette strands littering the sulking mans' face.

The ill man leant back on the headboard with a sigh, chewing his lip softly as he sniffed loudly.

"Will you call me?"
"Every night, sweetness."
"No, I meant about the case."

As a flash of hurt leaked into the dark eyes Reid spent so much time trying to read, he instantly recognised this as one of the things Prentiss had been trying to teach him about recently ... he was supposed to be thinking more about the concept of ‘tact'.

Reid had never been so thankful that the person who loved him most in the world was also the one who understood him best.

Morgan knew he had so much speeding around in his mind that he had a habit of blurting things out before he'd even had time to finish thinking them, just to relieve some of the pressure and intensity that came with an IQ of 187.

The pale man exhaled softly as he saw the look on his lovers' face drain away as quickly as it had infiltrated, and one of caring concern slot into its place.

"You're meant to be resting ... you want the flu to stick around?"

Morgan had thought the pouting had been dangerous, but when it was twinned with the sweetest puppy dog eyes known to man, it was lethal.

He laughed quietly to himself ... he had experienced girlfriends using big bashful eyes to try and weasel kisses, drinks and shoes out of him, but this was a new one.

Only Reid would be comforted in the throes of influenza by the thought of long distance geographical profiling.

"But if I think you'll be able to help, I'll call."

"I'm always able to help."

Reid smirked in a way Morgan had never seen anybody else pull off ... it was cheeky, but never obnoxious. Sure, he was ‘Genius Boy', but he was his ‘Genius Boy' - always.

"I have to get to the airport ... I told Hotch I forgot my cell so I could come say goodbye."
"And he bought that?"
"Probably not."

Grinning, he leant over the bed towards the balmy face of his colleague, the latter's nose pitifully red.

Reid pulled back the inch that he could and raised his eyebrows mockingly.
"You mustn't get my germs, remember?"

Morgan pressed forward more insistently and purred gently but strongly into the face of his pale ... and getting paler by the hour ... boyfriend.

"Live dangerously, Spencer."

Their lips met for a few seconds ... a few firm and resolute seconds, despite Reid's chapped lips and slight sniffling.

With reluctant determination, Morgan straightened up and left their bedroom, treading the corridor which led to the front door and their separation.

"Spence?"
"Yeah?" He answered the call in a much croakier voice.

"Don't really live dangerously ... if you get out of bed, stay on the couch with the duvet. No more than two hours reading a day, don't forget to eat and remember to take your medicine!"

"Two hours?! Five."

"Three."

"Four!"

"Three and a half, and I'm out the door!"

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