mcgarrygirl78 | It's Not Spam.......It's Fanfiction (Reply)

OK, I was reading my friends list before I typed up my story and I passed

chandlerina 's page and everything got pushed aside to do this. So blame her.

Challenge:
1. Pick a character, pairing, or fandom you like.
2. Turn your music player on and turn it on random/shuffle.
3. Write a drabble/ficlet related to each song that plays. You only have the time frame of the song to finish the drabble; you start when the song starts, and stop when it’s over. No lingering afterwards!
4. Do ten of these, then post them.

I picked Jason and Emily, because she picked Hotch and Emily and I didnt want write like 10 of the same stories. I mean, I know it would have been different but hell, like I need an excuse for some G/P. All this meme really proves is I have a lot of cheesy love songs in my media player. But I love them anyway.

How Did I get By Without You?: John Waite (Jason)

I am a brave man, a strong man, but I cannot tell you the simplest thing. In your eyes, I see no expectation, only affection and possibly the one thing I will never be able to verbally express. I don’t even know how we got here…it was certainly never my intent to fall in love. Never my intent to lose my breath when you smile or miss your touch when you are gone. Don’t go, stay, I know I can say that aloud. You won't ask why, you know me better than I know myself. The whens and whys don’t matter anyway. We are both sure there is not enough time and we have to make the most of it.

So Pure: Alanis Morissette (Emily)

Damn, you make me laugh. You do these impressions that crack me up. I love the one of Strauss where you strut across the room like a peacock or the one of me where you poke out your chin and chest as you question authority. I have never laughed at myself but it’s alright when I'm with you. You even do yourself, which is insane. Its then that you lose it and we are both laughing so hard tears come from our eyes. Then you kiss me, and those kisses are my favorite.

One on One: Hall and Oates (Emily)

When we are naked together, I am in bliss. You know exactly what to do to my body with yours. Your touch sets my skin on fire. Your lips, hands, tongue, fingers, and mouth…my God. The way you whisper in my ear, like to tell me everything you want to do and will do. From the first night until now, many months later, we fit perfectly. It scares me; my body craves yours, needs it. It has an answer for every question…a solution for every problem. Even when it’s tired and unsure of being able to reach the finish line, it never fails because we work so well together. Satisfaction is the only result when we are naked together.

A Love So Beautiful: Michael Bolton (Emily)

I rush through the door, having no idea what I expect to find. Everything is as you left it, as I last saw it. A few pictures are missing but the train set remains intact. Not a dish is out of place in the kitchen, not a missing pot or pan. In the bedroom, I find most of your clothes and I scream. I scream at you and I scream at me for almost believing. I fight the urge to break things; things I thought were precious to you but still left behind. I thought I was precious to you. Lying in your bed, the bed we shared on so many nights, the sobs rack my body. I wrap myself around your pillow, the closest I may ever be to you again. It smells of you, the scent I never had a name for, and I cry myself to sleep.

Ready to Run: The Dixie Chicks (Jason)

The things I let you talk me into amaze me. I like adventures and new things but a road trip? Can we truly do this? We are driving from DC to Toronto for fun. You are fully prepared, like the Girl Scout I know you would have been in your youth if not for living all over the world. We both have two small suitcases and I have the largest cup of coffee Starbucks would sell me. You’ve brought CDs, snacks, maps, and a joke book you assure me will have us in stitches. I don’t need any of that, minus the music, and I tell you so. You alone are enough to keep my hands full. I love the way you smile when I hand over the car keys.

Sweet Love: Anita Baker (Emily)

Sometimes I swear the whole world knows about us. We have reached a comfortable place where everything happens without a thing happening. I can look at you and know exactly what you are thinking so I can only assume they all can. There have been a few close calls, glances or touches that seem to be overlooked. Sometimes we cannot hide it. My lips curl into a smile when you walk past me. You get that look in your eyes when I call you ‘sir’. These things are a dead giveaway. When you are tired or frustrated, how I long to give you comfort. Its hard in a roomful of people; our people. I manage a squeeze there, a brush there, and I see your spirits lift. They have to see it too. And they call themselves profilers. Hell, maybe we are the only ones who don’t know.

Lonely No More: Rob Thomas (Jason)

You make me happy. That is something I should tell people. I should introduce you and say ‘this woman makes me happy’. We have decided that treating it like a dirty secret was unacceptable but never said so with words. Instead, we went out one afternoon and held hands. We have lunches and take trips to my favorite rare bookstore. I have met your family and you know the story of my wedding ring. Yet something is not there. The puzzle is incomplete but there aren’t any more pieces in the box. I've looked around on the floor and under the furniture but I can't find it. What does that mean?

You Don’t Bring Me Flowers: Barbra Streisand (Emily)

When I was a little girl, I used to dream of Prince Charming. He would ride up on his white horse, rescue me from the Saudi Arabian desert, slay the dragon, and give me that magical kiss. This does not fit the parameters of the fantasy. Dark corners, stolen moments, when it suits you. Yet here I am. Here I am, underneath you, letting you take my dream one rough thrust at a time. When it’s over, I never let you see my tears. Tears are my weakness, just as you are.

Hey There Delilah: Plain White Ts (Jason)

I miss you. We are apart and my mind is not where it should be, it’s on you. I imagine you at home, rainy DC, in a pair of comfortable pajamas. You have cooked yourself a good meal and settle in with a book or a film. Perhaps I am on your mind. You toy with your cell phone, think of calling me. You hold back; you always hold back Katya. I cannot say I blame you…I doubt I am worth it. I want to be, I want to be all you need. I want to give you your heart’s desire though I know I cannot. Just hold on, it won't be forever but I swear it will be a hell of a moment.

The Wedding Song: Kenny G (Emily)

You look so handsome in a tuxedo. To think I didn’t even want to ask you, didn’t want you to think I wanted more than you could give, Emily Prentiss plus one…I hate these damn things. Yet here you sit, charming, elegant, intellectual, and entrancing. So damn sexy. You make them laugh and wrap them all around your finger through the wine, the appetizer, the entrée, and dessert. When you are not holding their rapt attention, you are holding me. As we move across the floor, I cannot help but imagine it’s the two of us in the center of the dance floor, having pledged forever, and it’s a beautiful feeling.