*sings* Stooooormy weather.....

[innerslytherin]

So work is totally completely boring me today. It doesn't help that it's 78 and storming outside and 78 and humid inside. Tomorrow I'm coming to work in a pair of dressy knee-length shorts, and if they send me home, I'll say, "Good. At least I have AIR CONDITIONING there." I totally support the idea of keeping the AC turned warmer to save energy and help the environment, but I'm talking 72 or so, NOT 78. Part of me
is afraid they're dragging their feet on replacing the unit that's broken, too. We have fans running all over the place. Wouldn't surprise me if we end up blowing a fuse.

Who wants to write me little fluffy Hotch/Rossi ficlets? Because I'm pretty sure that would help. *G*

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[mcgarrygirl78.livejournal.com]

*hope this gives you a smile*

He was ticklish, which never ceased to amaze him. He was ticklish and he had this raucous laugh where he would snort and then gasp and then he couldn't breathe so Dave had to stop for fear of sending the poor man into convulsions. Rossi pulled him close, kissing his temple and then over his rapidly beating heart.

"You are fuckin incorrigible," Hotch whispered. "I could have pissed myself."

"Now that would be funny."

Hotch made a noise of frustration, turning over quickly and trying to pin Dave to the bed. It never happened, never happened once, no matter how hard he tried. They got sweaty wrestling, Hotch attempting but never succeeding in pinning the older man down. It ended with the Unit Chief breathing heavily, Dave's body on top of his, breath hot on the nape of his neck.

"Say Uncle." he whispered in Hotch's ear, his tongue flicking across the lobe.

"I can say daddy." Hotch replied.

"And you call me incorrigible. You're the bad boy."

"Then why don't you discipline me?"

Dave grinned, he was planning to do just that and they would both enjoy it.

[innerslytherin]

Thank you so so so much! This totally made my day. I LOVE the idea of Hotch being ticklish, and Dave capitalizing on that. :D

[mcgarrygirl78.livejournal.com]

You dont mind if I elaborate on this and post it in my writing comm, do you?

[innerslytherin]

I absolutely do NOT mind. I think that you should, and that you should pimp it! :D

[(Anonymous)]

OMG, ticklish Hotch! I'd love to see him wet himself in a fit of giggles.

[jolly-rotten.livejournal.com]

Because I need some cheering-up myself...
hope you'll like it. (it's my first cm-ficlet ever btw. but since you're always making my day with your cm-fics I thought it's about time to give it a try.)


"Shame this is a public beach." Dave whispered into Hotch's ear.

"Why's that?" the younger man asked as he moved back to study Dave.

"Cause I could think of a lot of things I could do to you in this sand."

"You know the only problem with doing it in the sand is I spend a week trying to get it out of places it shouldn't be."

Dave chuckled as he wrapped his arm around Aaron's waist. "I don't mind helping you get it cleaned out."

"If I remember correctly there is a great little bed and breakfast a few miles up the road." Hotch suggested. "I don't know if they have hourly rates though."

"Oh what I have planned for you will take a whole lot longer than an hour."
Dave smiled as he moved his hand down Hotch's back.

"Promise?" Hotch asked as he turned into Dave's arms.

"Guarantee." Dave's smile widened as he pulled the Unit Chief in for a passionate kiss. "What do you say we head back to the car, and find this place?"

"Only on one condition." Hotch smiled one of his rare but brightest smiles.

"What's that?"

"You let me call in sick for us tomorrow."

[innerslytherin]

Hee! I love it! :)

[jolly-rotten.livejournal.com]

Omg...I'm so glad you like it! *is happy*

because crackberries mean you can write fic at work!

[kyrdwyn.livejournal.com]

Dave headed down the hall of the hotel nonchalantly, slipping the key card into the lock and entering the room without hurry, without making it seem like he was sneaking into a lover's room. Which he was, but that was beside the point.

Closing the door, he looked up and stared. Aaron was standing in front of the air conditioner in only his boxers, and when he turned around, the look on his face was blissful.

"Too damn hot in the station," Aaron sighed, and Dave had to force himself not to pounce on Aaron. It would be undignified. And they'd probably break something.

"And here I like you hot and sweaty," Dave said, walking over, tracing a hand down the chilled skin of Aaron's chest. The cold did feel good against his fingers.

"You can warm me back up?" Aaron asked with a smile, his cold fingers entwining with Dave's other hand.

"Hrm. I'd hate to undo all your work here."

Aaron gave him a mock pout, and Dave laughed before leaning up to kiss him. "Fine, you win," he sighed dramatically.

Aaron squeezed Dave's hand. "I thought I won a long time ago," he said softly.

Dave smiled and tugged Aaron toward the bed. "Yeah," he said. "I know. I love you too."

Re: because crackberries mean you can write fic at work!

[innerslytherin]

Heeee, thank you! And I LOVE the "crackberries". This must have happened behind the scenes during "In Heat", right? ;)

Re: because crackberries mean you can write fic at work!

[kyrdwyn.livejournal.com]

hee. Could have happened during "In Heat".

Crackberries! Better than crunchberries! ;)