Hello hello! New story, as you can see. Disclaimer is, like always, on my profile! Tumblr: torajune28

Shinji proofed this one before his vacation instead of the next chapter of Derek's Misery. So I'll post this one. Not sure when I'll continue this, after DM or during. Maybe even do them both alternatively? Opinions?

Enjoy! :D

Princess and the Pea

DMSR

Spencer grunted with annoyance as Derek smirked at him. "This isn't so bad, Pretty Boy."

The brunette turned his nose up and looked away, relying on the outside scenery of the car to entertain him. "Maybe not to you," he grumbled, thinking of what he could be doing at home.

They were in Illinois on a consultation and only an hour away from the Morgan's family home. Instead of taking a flight back to Quantico immediately, Derek had asked Hotch if he could take off for a few days and spend them home. To his surprise, his boss asked him if he would mind taking Reid along for the vacation.

"I don't mind and momma loves company," he replied. "But won't the kid?"

Hotchner sighed, his face showing more worry lines than usual. "Probably, but we all know he needs a vacation. He hasn't even been to New York and he's literally two hours from the city. Maybe spending time away from home will be good for him."

Derek smiled as he looked at Reid's figure rubbing his arms against the devilish cold of the twenty-first state during December. They were checking out of the hotel and he was waiting for the valet to bring their rental around. "Well, as long as he doesn't shoot me the death ray all week, we'll be fine. Don't worry, Hotch, I'll take care of 'im."

"Good. I'll put it through HR so enjoy your vacation."

They silenced their respective lines and Derek set out to tell Spencer the news. The neighborhood was in view when Spencer finally spoke. "This isn't fair to your mother, Morgan."

"Momma's gonna love it," Derek assured. "Believe me."

"How can you be so sure she'll open her arms with hospitality for me? Families don't enjoy me, Morgan. People don't enjoy me," Reid snuffled.

As Derek pulled into his mother's driveway, he shook his head and turned the car off. "Look, kid. That's great and all but I can bet my entire life's paycheck that momma is gonna hug you to death before sitting you down for a homemade meal, then shove you in the shower before forcing her pink footie pajamas on you and finally tucking you into bed in the guest room. Willing to counter me?"

"Why would she force her pajamas onto me?" Spencer questioned as he opened his door, following Derek's lead.

"Because we're going to ring the doorbell, she'll hug you and take your bag and then do laundry while she's waiting for us to finish dinner. She'll chide me for not telling her we were coming earlier just because she didn't have enough time to make you a 'proper meal'. Watch. Let it all play out." Derek rang the doorbell and wasn't the least bit surprised that the door opened and his red headed mother threw herself into his arms.

She noticed Dr. Reid and did the same to him, the brunette's eyes widening in great surprise as she squeezed him almost as tightly as she had Derek.

"Derek! Come in, come in. Hello, Dr. Reid! Oh my goodness, Derek, what are you doing here? Why didn't you let me know you were coming! Here, let me take that." She took their bags and set them next to her laundry room as they hung their coats and she ushered them further into the house. "Dinner? Do you two want dinner? Desiree and I were just finishing up, would you like to join us?"

Derek widened his eyes. "Des? What is she doing here, mooching offa you, momma?"

"I'm visiting her often unlike one of her kids," his sister shot back from the other room, her mouth obviously full of food. Ms. Morgan shook her head and put her hand on the small of Spencer's back as she pushed him into the kitchen after Derek.

She made them both a plate and then scattered off. The brunette sent a questioning look at Derek before hearing the washing machine turn on.

"Great, Derek, now she's going to come in here and lecture you," Desiree said, winking at the doctor and making him smile.

"Derek, baby, I wish you would have told me you were coming! Then I could have made a proper meal, you know, more food, maybe dessert. Geez, Derek-"

About fifteen minutes later Spencer was pushed into the shower just as Derek had said, his limp bag in his hands, empty except for his toiletries. "I'll bring in some clothes for you to wear. Derek's will be too big so I hope you don't mind using mine." Before Reid could answer though, the bathroom door was shut and he sighed as he undressed and hopped into the shower. He heard the door open some minutes later and blushed at the thought of Ms. Morgan pulling the curtain back just because she was so friendly. But it didn't happen and the door closed once more after a few seconds.

He closed the curtain behind him and dressed himself accordingly… in pink pajamas. Thankfully they weren't footies and they weren't too filly. They were a pale pink, long sleeves and pants, with flower buttons. The shirt was a little large on him but he counted that towards the fact that he wasn't a female with breasts.

He switched from contacts to glasses and reluctantly walked back downstairs to join the Morgan family. Derek had used his mother's shower and must have had clothes here from his previous visit because he was perfectly fit in basketball shorts and a wyfe beeter. "Looking pretty in pink, Pretty Boy," Derek joked.

"You're just a burst of sunshine, Morgan. Why, what would I ever do without you?" Spencer asked in a monotone voice.

Derek laughed before turning back to his sister and grimacing at her. "So apparently Desiree got kicked out of her apartment-"

"I did not! I chose to leave because they were unfair. If my neighbor can throw a party, why can't I? White, black, brown, Puerto Rican or Asian, a party is a party!"

Derek rolled his eyes as he continued. "And she's staying here… in the guest room. Guess who's sharing my double bed?"

"Joy," Spencer groaned acrimoniously. "Sleep on the floor," he then commanded as he sat on the end of the couch closer to Ms. Morgan. She laughed and patted his shoulder.

"Desiree, why don't you sleep with me tonight?" Ms. Morgan offered.

"Momma, no! I was here first! Why does Derek get special treatment, make him sleep on the floor like Spencer said!"

The doctor nodded and hid behind his hair.

"Because I'm her favorite son-"

"Only son," Desiree corrected.

"And she loves me more-"

"The exact same amount she loves us," Desiree said.

"Girl, if you don't shut up-"

"Children, children, stop bickering. Momma has ruled," Fran joked, sipping from her mug. She was in the middle of the couch with Spencer on her left and Desiree on her right. Derek was sitting in the love seat next to Desiree and they both stopped poking at each other when Ms. Morgan had spoken.

"Derek, you will sleep on the floor in your room, Spencer on your bed and Desiree in the guest room. No arguing," she started as she pointed an accusing finger at an open mouthed Derek Morgan. "Be a gentleman."

Derek smirked at this. "Of course. The pink princess has to sleep on the bed. Don't worry, I'll check for peas under the mattress," he teased.

"Yes, yes, as I said, ray of sunshine. My day is so infuriatingly bright with you by my side, Morgan."

"Bitter, bitter." He smirked and drew the words out. "This'll be good for you, kid. I promise. Maybe you'll enjoy our time here. Momma said we can stay a few days, don't you want to?"

Spencer narrowed his eyes at Derek quickly before Ms. Morgan saw him. She smiled at him gently and he nodded at her, her face immediately shining with happiness. "Good, good," she said, resting a hand on his knee. "Tomorrow I can use the last of my pancake batter and add in some chocolate chips. Do you like chocolate chips, Dr. Reid?"

The brunette nodded vehemently at her. He absolutely loved chocolate chip pancakes. She squeezed his knee gently before letting go.

"Okay, then that's what's for breakfast tomorrow. We'll have an early start. I heard you have a love for museums and I'd adore taking you out, all of you."

"I'd enjoy that very much, Ms. Morgan," the brunette said shyly. Derek smiled at her happily before turning towards the television.

"Aw, momma, I'm sorry. I asked Amanda to come with me to look for apartments."

Ms. Morgan shook her head. "Don't worry, hon, it's okay. I'll just take the boys out then." She sipped from her mug once more before standing and stretching. "Good night, children. I'll see you in the morning. You should get some rest, too, so we can have an early morning."

Spencer nodded and stood, waiting for Derek to follow him as he said "Good night, Ms. Fran.". He and Derek stared at each other before the man finally sighed and looked at his sister. "Vulture, please explain to Dr. Stick-in-the-ass, here, that we don't go to sleep before the clock hits at least one a.m."

Desiree punched him in the arm before scooting over to take Spencer's place. "Spencer, we'll join you later. Good night, sleep well."

Spencer bade her a good night as well before turning acridly to Derek. "Not going to check my bed for peas, Morgan?" He stomped out of the room and to bed.

Desiree laughed when she heard the door shut, turning to her brother. "He is so freaking adorable, Derek! He's been pouting all night, how come?"

Derek shook his head at his sister and leaned forward in his chair. "He's mad because I made him take a vacation with me. He didn't want to intrude, or something."

The younger sister grinned. "Oh, please, like momma would ever turn away company."

Derek nodded, a sad smile on his face. "She'd never."

It was one-fifteen when Derek walked into his room and he sure as hell was not sleeping on the floor. Glad to see that not even a half of his double bed was taken -Dr. Reid had snuggled into a ball in the top left corner of the bed- he jumped in carefully and turned on his stomach to fall asleep.

It was two-forty-two when he woke up again, a foot in his side and a sliver of moon lighting his room. He was laying on his stomach still, his head had snuck under his pillow with his hands. Spencer was falling off the bed, the top half of his torso on the floor, his feet in Derek's side, and the older agent had a feeling he'd be guilty if Reid knew that he had left him in that position. He pulled the brunette up with a little difficulty, after all it was dead weight and he was lying down.

"Gnnn," Spencer moaned in his sleep. "Pancakes with syr-ri-up," he said, mispronouncing syrup, probably because of the fact that he was, indeed, asleep.

Derek laughed under his breath as he straightened Reid out and turned to close his eyes.

"Too many leprechauns stealing- don't touch my pancakes. Stop it, leprechaun. No," Spencer said softly, his face forming a frown.

Derek laughed again, his face in the pillow so it wasn't loud. "Gold, take your gold. Gimme my pancakes!" He yelled, his fist hitting Derek in the back of his head. This put an abrupt stop to the laughing fit the man was having and he shoved Spencer to the side of the bed, also succeeding in the doctor almost falling off the bed…again. He grabbed him just before he went off the edge and was gripped with a death hold, a pale face with open eyes staring up at him.

"Stay away from my pancakes, leprechaun. I'm FBI…" His voice faded and eyes closed as he mumbled more in his sleep. Derek smiled, another chuckle rising up. He poked Spencer's cheek and the doctor said nothing, his face scrunching just a little. Derek did it again and got no reaction. He pinched Spencer's cheek and received a grunt, did it again and nothing.

He leered as he sat up and snuck out of the room, coming back with hair ties and a red sharpie marker. He gave Spencer two pony tails and colored two spots on the brunette's cheeks. Not a flinch. He chuckled evilly before deciding to color Spencer's lips, which were actually quite cracked and dry. He reached into his go-bag and pulled out his chapstick, placing the tube on Spencer's lips and smoothing them out.

He knitted his brows. Playing with Spencer's lips was… fun. He smoothed the tube again and the doctor moaned quietly, turning his head the other way. Derek sat straight, pulling the slim face towards him and plucked at the lips with his fingers as he threw the stick away. He tugged at them gently, getting the sudden urge to snatch them between his teeth. He flattened them out, causing the doctor to swat, but he avoided that and continued.

After a few minutes he couldn't take it anymore. He had to feel those lips squishing against his mouth. So he did. Coming down, he pulled them between his teeth and mashed them gently, a warm sensation taking root in his stomach. He let go and licked his lips before kissing Spencer's quickly. Not enough. He went down again, his lips glossing over Spencer's quickly until he realized the kiss was being returned. Startled, he yanked away, only to realize the brunette was still asleep. He poked Spencer's forehead to be sure and got a scrunched face. Still asleep.

This was wrong. It was so so wrong. He didn't like Spencer like that, not at all. His lips were just thin and beautiful. He needed to feel them. Quite a bit had passed when he finally pulled away, Spencer's lips wet and swollen from the kissing. He had started to return the kisses almost as soon as Derek had placed them and Derek enjoyed it. As long as Spencer was asleep.

Derek laid down, discarding the sharpie he just noticed he had been holding the whole time. He was on his back, his arm over his face, a boner raging in his pants. It wasn't rock hard, but he was close enough. His eyes closed as he rested guiltily next to his coworker. Damn, he thought. This is… what the fuck am I doing? Present tense. Yes, he could do it again. Yes, he was going to do it again. In fact, the only thing he'd be thinking about while showing Chicago would be those thin, soft lips he had spent half the night giving love to.

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