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tamingthemuseTitle: Make up
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pairing: Morgan/Garcia
Prompt: prompt 166-albatross around your neck
Warnings: Nudity, little Angst
Rating: Soft R
Summary: Garcia always gets up to put make up on before bed.
Garcia was in the bathroom applying make up. The harsh florescent lights washed out her features and spotlighted every little imperfection. She frantically brushed foundation over anything that looked like it could be a blemish, and picked up her eyeliner applied a soft line to her eyes. She added a subtle eye shadow before grabbing a light red lipstick.
“What are you doing?” came a voice from the door frame.
Morgan was standing there squinting against the light. He was in a pair of sweats he’d tossed on but his torso was still bare.
“Nothing,” Garcia said putting the lipstick down quickly, “Getting a drink of water.”
Morgan rubbed at an eye sleepily, but she could hear the gears of his brain start turning. His eyes trailed from the make up scattered on the counter to her face.
“Are you putting on make up?” he asked bewildered.
Garcia didn’t say anything just looked down at her idle hands.
“Why we just…” he said glancing back at the empty bed then back at her, “…made love.”
“I know, it’s just. I want to soften the blow in the morning,” Garcia honestly answered her voice soft and low.
“Soften the blow? What could bad about walking up beside you?” Morgan asked sleep still making his mind cloudy.
“Listen, this might surprise you, but I’m not always stunning.”
“Why would you say that?” Morgan asked his eyes searching, wanting an answer.
“The make up makes me look better and I want to look good for you. The foundation does wonders for my skin, and the bright lipsticks draws the eye away from my chin,” she explained fruitlessly.
“I’ve seen you without make up before,” Morgan argued, “It wasn’t that bad.”
“When?
It took a moment for him to think than he answered, “At the hospital.”
“No offence, but you were just happy to see my alive. You didn’t care what I looked like.”
“That may be true, but it didn’t mean I didn’t like what I saw. You shouldn’t feel like you need to do this.”
“But I do.”
Nothing was going to make this better. Morgan shook his head.
“Why can’t you be real with me?“ he asked but there was no malice in his voice. Morgan’s face turned to her, a look of concern taking over his features.
When he got no answer he walked over. He grabbed a make up remover cloth and started to clean off her face. He started with her eyes, taking his time to get every last bit of make up off. Garcia didn’t say anything, didn’t move, just let him take away the walls of artificial coloring. Once he was done she kept her eyes to the wall and did her best to keep her breathing steady. He was taking his time, soaking up every last detail.
His head tilted in and he kissed her forehead.
“Beautiful,” he muttered against her skin and put his arms around her. She returned the hug holding onto him tightly.
Of course he didn’t care. He wasn’t just some great looking guy who happened to sleep with her on occasion. This was her Morgan. Her best friend who knew everything about her and visa versa. She’d been dumb about the whole situation. She’d wasted so many hours up at night worrying about how she looked instead of snuggling up to this insanely well built man and enjoying herself.
The next thing he said took her by surprise.
“Is this why we always make love with the lights off?” he asked into her hair.
“Yes,” she said not withholding from him anymore.
“I was just thinking, I don’t think I’ve ever actually seen you naked. I’ve felt you naked of course, but seen, I don’t think so. Not that I haven’t tried, but you always pushed me away. Like that time I tried to join you in the shower and you locked the door on me,” he said a teasing glint in his eye. It made her blush but she nodded.
“I should have picked up on it, “Morgan continued, “You were always dressed in the morning. I thought you just got cold, it’s winter after all, but it wasn’t that. Your dressed now even. Do you get up right after I go to sleep?”
She pulled the robe tightly over the flannel pajamas she’d stolen from him.
Garcia didn’t really want to admit that she took advantage of the fact Morgan always feel asleep soon after sex, but that’s what she’d been doing. She forced herself to nod but not to met his eyes.
“Baby girl,” he said and groaned, “We’re putting this to an end right now.”
That made Penelope look up and blink twice. He took her hand and pulled her out of the bathroom. She stumbled after him and he stopped her right in front of the bed before going over and turning on the lights. He sat down on the bed looked up at her expectantly and her blood ran cold. Oh god, he didn’t want her to…
“Undress for me.”
The words felt like acid burning into her skin and making her grimace. She loved Morgan, she did, with all her heart. She’d bare her soul to him any time and tell him what’s on her mind, but she didn’t want to do to this. Life had taught her rejection was the only thing to expect in this situation. She could be nothing but disappointing.
She had to though. She had to get over this, for them.
She used all her effort to tug at her robe. She let it fall to the ground and kicked it away, hesitating before every movement. Her fingers went to the waist of her pants, but she couldn’t push them down. Her hands were shaking so badly. She wasn’t what to do this.
Finally, she pushed them down, the shirt was long enough that she wasn’t actually exposing much more then leg. Than she put her fingers to the buttons of her shirt. She got two done before she stopped. She didn’t want to do this. She couldn’t face that humiliating moment again.
“Who?” Morgan asked knowing something she hadn’t even thought about yet.
She opened the eyes she hadn’t realized she’d closed. She looked into his big brown ones and found patience and sympathy.
Her tongue licked her dry lips and she felt tears welling up in her eyes.
“Doyle Belensky, tenth grade. He was the first guy I had seriously dated. We went out for about five months before it got to that level. I took off my cloths and he looked at me with disappointment but tried to cover it up. He even tried to be nice about it. He told me I looked bigger without my baggy cloths. Something in his voice sounded like he felt lied too. He got up from the bed and turned the lights off and asked to keep them off. I told him to leave and he did. We didn’t see each other after that,” Garcia explained not letting her eyes leave his.
“And you think I’m going to do that,” he said reaching out and taking her hands.
“Listen this personality, this understanding, this connection doesn’t come in supermodel wrapping,” she said motioning to her frame.
“And you think that’s a bad thing?” he asked standing up and kissing her neck, “I love your body.”
“You haven’t official seen it yet,” she said after sighing at the tempting touch of his lips to her skin.
“Show me than,” he said taking his seat back on the bed.
She found her breath again and felt more confident than before. She got two more buttons done before pausing again.
“Promise you won’t only love me for my body after this?” she teased partially to delay.
“I can’t make any promises. That body looks pretty damn good already,” he shot right back.
She smirked and continued with the bottoms. She still felt self conscious, but stronger now. He was smiling at her, waiting for her to do this for him. To take that finally trusting leap and she had to trust that he’d catch her with waiting arms. She undid two more and was more or less exposed.
She paused, glancing up at him and seeing the hint of desire in his eyes. She smiled, feeling encouraged by his attention and undid the last four. She then tugged it off her shoulders and let it fell down to the floor. She was bare-chested as soon as she tugged her panties off she was fully naked in the light of the bedroom.
Every roll, ever stretch mark, ever imperfection completely visible to the man she’d been hiding it from. What if he lied? What if he didn’t like it? He normally dated girls that were such tens and she was barely a six like this. What if he left? What if he was disgusted? Could she bare it?
Her heart was racing and she felt like she might be sick, when suddenly a hand was on her shoulder. She glanced up to see Morgan smiling down at her.
“I love you, baby girl,” he said kissing her lips and wrapping his arms around her body. She felt like embracing it to in that moment. He’d actually said he loved her and she knew full heartedly exactly what he had meant.
“I love you two you big hunk of burning love,” she said running her hands up and down his bare back. She bite onto his lip and startled to nibble on it.
“Sweetie,” he said giving her a smile, “I know this is all sexy and goodness, but can we go back to bed. I promise to show you just how much I love your body in the morning. But three times really is my limit for one night.”
“Sure, I don’t think I’m up for another round so soon anyways” she said getting down and laying down on the bed fully naked between the sheets and it felt amazing. He turned on the lights before crawling in beside her.
“Never feel like you have to hide anything from me ever again,” he said wrapping his arms around her waist, “And that includes the comic books you’ve got hidden in the cedar chest at the foot of the bed.”
“You found those?”
“No,” Morgan said with a tired chuckle, “Just a hunch.”
“I hate profilers,” she groaned.
“Lair. Because I know you love me,” he said kissing her softly before they both dozed off.
((A bit of a play on the prompt. Instead of interrupting it as guilt, I went more with the shame route. Someone else seeing your shame and being unable to hide it. Hope that works for ya'll.))
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pairing: Morgan/Garcia
Prompt: prompt 166-albatross around your neck
Warnings: Nudity, little Angst
Rating: Soft R
Summary: Garcia always gets up to put make up on before bed.
Garcia was in the bathroom applying make up. The harsh florescent lights washed out her features and spotlighted every little imperfection. She frantically brushed foundation over anything that looked like it could be a blemish, and picked up her eyeliner applied a soft line to her eyes. She added a subtle eye shadow before grabbing a light red lipstick.
“What are you doing?” came a voice from the door frame.
Morgan was standing there squinting against the light. He was in a pair of sweats he’d tossed on but his torso was still bare.
“Nothing,” Garcia said putting the lipstick down quickly, “Getting a drink of water.”
Morgan rubbed at an eye sleepily, but she could hear the gears of his brain start turning. His eyes trailed from the make up scattered on the counter to her face.
“Are you putting on make up?” he asked bewildered.
Garcia didn’t say anything just looked down at her idle hands.
“Why we just…” he said glancing back at the empty bed then back at her, “…made love.”
“I know, it’s just. I want to soften the blow in the morning,” Garcia honestly answered her voice soft and low.
“Soften the blow? What could bad about walking up beside you?” Morgan asked sleep still making his mind cloudy.
“Listen, this might surprise you, but I’m not always stunning.”
“Why would you say that?” Morgan asked his eyes searching, wanting an answer.
“The make up makes me look better and I want to look good for you. The foundation does wonders for my skin, and the bright lipsticks draws the eye away from my chin,” she explained fruitlessly.
“I’ve seen you without make up before,” Morgan argued, “It wasn’t that bad.”
“When?
It took a moment for him to think than he answered, “At the hospital.”
“No offence, but you were just happy to see my alive. You didn’t care what I looked like.”
“That may be true, but it didn’t mean I didn’t like what I saw. You shouldn’t feel like you need to do this.”
“But I do.”
Nothing was going to make this better. Morgan shook his head.
“Why can’t you be real with me?“ he asked but there was no malice in his voice. Morgan’s face turned to her, a look of concern taking over his features.
When he got no answer he walked over. He grabbed a make up remover cloth and started to clean off her face. He started with her eyes, taking his time to get every last bit of make up off. Garcia didn’t say anything, didn’t move, just let him take away the walls of artificial coloring. Once he was done she kept her eyes to the wall and did her best to keep her breathing steady. He was taking his time, soaking up every last detail.
His head tilted in and he kissed her forehead.
“Beautiful,” he muttered against her skin and put his arms around her. She returned the hug holding onto him tightly.
Of course he didn’t care. He wasn’t just some great looking guy who happened to sleep with her on occasion. This was her Morgan. Her best friend who knew everything about her and visa versa. She’d been dumb about the whole situation. She’d wasted so many hours up at night worrying about how she looked instead of snuggling up to this insanely well built man and enjoying herself.
The next thing he said took her by surprise.
“Is this why we always make love with the lights off?” he asked into her hair.
“Yes,” she said not withholding from him anymore.
“I was just thinking, I don’t think I’ve ever actually seen you naked. I’ve felt you naked of course, but seen, I don’t think so. Not that I haven’t tried, but you always pushed me away. Like that time I tried to join you in the shower and you locked the door on me,” he said a teasing glint in his eye. It made her blush but she nodded.
“I should have picked up on it, “Morgan continued, “You were always dressed in the morning. I thought you just got cold, it’s winter after all, but it wasn’t that. Your dressed now even. Do you get up right after I go to sleep?”
She pulled the robe tightly over the flannel pajamas she’d stolen from him.
Garcia didn’t really want to admit that she took advantage of the fact Morgan always feel asleep soon after sex, but that’s what she’d been doing. She forced herself to nod but not to met his eyes.
“Baby girl,” he said and groaned, “We’re putting this to an end right now.”
That made Penelope look up and blink twice. He took her hand and pulled her out of the bathroom. She stumbled after him and he stopped her right in front of the bed before going over and turning on the lights. He sat down on the bed looked up at her expectantly and her blood ran cold. Oh god, he didn’t want her to…
“Undress for me.”
The words felt like acid burning into her skin and making her grimace. She loved Morgan, she did, with all her heart. She’d bare her soul to him any time and tell him what’s on her mind, but she didn’t want to do to this. Life had taught her rejection was the only thing to expect in this situation. She could be nothing but disappointing.
She had to though. She had to get over this, for them.
She used all her effort to tug at her robe. She let it fall to the ground and kicked it away, hesitating before every movement. Her fingers went to the waist of her pants, but she couldn’t push them down. Her hands were shaking so badly. She wasn’t what to do this.
Finally, she pushed them down, the shirt was long enough that she wasn’t actually exposing much more then leg. Than she put her fingers to the buttons of her shirt. She got two done before she stopped. She didn’t want to do this. She couldn’t face that humiliating moment again.
“Who?” Morgan asked knowing something she hadn’t even thought about yet.
She opened the eyes she hadn’t realized she’d closed. She looked into his big brown ones and found patience and sympathy.
Her tongue licked her dry lips and she felt tears welling up in her eyes.
“Doyle Belensky, tenth grade. He was the first guy I had seriously dated. We went out for about five months before it got to that level. I took off my cloths and he looked at me with disappointment but tried to cover it up. He even tried to be nice about it. He told me I looked bigger without my baggy cloths. Something in his voice sounded like he felt lied too. He got up from the bed and turned the lights off and asked to keep them off. I told him to leave and he did. We didn’t see each other after that,” Garcia explained not letting her eyes leave his.
“And you think I’m going to do that,” he said reaching out and taking her hands.
“Listen this personality, this understanding, this connection doesn’t come in supermodel wrapping,” she said motioning to her frame.
“And you think that’s a bad thing?” he asked standing up and kissing her neck, “I love your body.”
“You haven’t official seen it yet,” she said after sighing at the tempting touch of his lips to her skin.
“Show me than,” he said taking his seat back on the bed.
She found her breath again and felt more confident than before. She got two more buttons done before pausing again.
“Promise you won’t only love me for my body after this?” she teased partially to delay.
“I can’t make any promises. That body looks pretty damn good already,” he shot right back.
She smirked and continued with the bottoms. She still felt self conscious, but stronger now. He was smiling at her, waiting for her to do this for him. To take that finally trusting leap and she had to trust that he’d catch her with waiting arms. She undid two more and was more or less exposed.
She paused, glancing up at him and seeing the hint of desire in his eyes. She smiled, feeling encouraged by his attention and undid the last four. She then tugged it off her shoulders and let it fell down to the floor. She was bare-chested as soon as she tugged her panties off she was fully naked in the light of the bedroom.
Every roll, ever stretch mark, ever imperfection completely visible to the man she’d been hiding it from. What if he lied? What if he didn’t like it? He normally dated girls that were such tens and she was barely a six like this. What if he left? What if he was disgusted? Could she bare it?
Her heart was racing and she felt like she might be sick, when suddenly a hand was on her shoulder. She glanced up to see Morgan smiling down at her.
“I love you, baby girl,” he said kissing her lips and wrapping his arms around her body. She felt like embracing it to in that moment. He’d actually said he loved her and she knew full heartedly exactly what he had meant.
“I love you two you big hunk of burning love,” she said running her hands up and down his bare back. She bite onto his lip and startled to nibble on it.
“Sweetie,” he said giving her a smile, “I know this is all sexy and goodness, but can we go back to bed. I promise to show you just how much I love your body in the morning. But three times really is my limit for one night.”
“Sure, I don’t think I’m up for another round so soon anyways” she said getting down and laying down on the bed fully naked between the sheets and it felt amazing. He turned on the lights before crawling in beside her.
“Never feel like you have to hide anything from me ever again,” he said wrapping his arms around her waist, “And that includes the comic books you’ve got hidden in the cedar chest at the foot of the bed.”
“You found those?”
“No,” Morgan said with a tired chuckle, “Just a hunch.”
“I hate profilers,” she groaned.
“Lair. Because I know you love me,” he said kissing her softly before they both dozed off.
((A bit of a play on the prompt. Instead of interrupting it as guilt, I went more with the shame route. Someone else seeing your shame and being unable to hide it. Hope that works for ya'll.))
