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SSA Dr. Spencer Reid ([personal profile] youfeelluckypunk) wrote2015-11-14 10:24 pm

[turkey day, nov 21]

They've graciously been invited to Derek's Thanksgiving celebration on the actual day itself, but Reid had gotten to thinking after Luke had told him of the invitation that it would be nice to throw a small get-together of their own. Halloween at the bookstore had been a success, after all, and in spite of the fact that they'd been sent to a hellish version of Darrow for the next ten days, Reid had really enjoyed planning and decorating for the holiday with his boyfriend. In a way, it also serves as a bit of a housewarming, even if nobody else needs to know that. They've been officially living together for a week now, though the only real difference is that he's handed over his keys to the Dimera apartment back to the landlord.

Still, being able to call this apartment home, knowing that he gets to spend every night with the man he loves, it means something special to him, and he wants to share that sense of home with the rest of the people he cares about.

So he sends out texts to Alec and Magnus, Peter and Jason and Hild, telling them all to save the date for the twenty-first so they can have an early Thanksgiving celebration. Others are welcome, of course, and Reid suspects they'll have more than enough food because he'd made arrangements for one restaurant in particular (one that he visits often and had already been promoting take-out for Thanksgiving Day) to set him up with a turkey dinner early. There are all the expected fixings, though he'd ordered four turkeys because Luke still needs to eat more to make up for all the weight he'd lost in the alternate version of Darrow, plus a couple pumpkin pies and various other desserts strewn out across the table. The wine Peter had given to him on Halloween is out, available for consumption to those who want it, but Reid will be sticking to water tonight.

If anyone asks, he's been slaving away in the kitchen all day long, brewing coffee after coffee as he and Luke make sure everything looks nice and neat for their first Thanksgiving dinner together. The food is set out over the counter in the kitchen, china and utensils and glassware placed at the very end so people can take what they want and find a place to eat in the living room, where they've placed extra chairs, and it isn't until they hear the first knock at the door that Reid finally decides he's satisfied with the way everything looks.

Every single person who will be here tonight has been through so much, seen more than one person ever should, but tonight, Reid is just grateful that they're all still here.
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[personal profile] notaretriever 2015-12-01 08:36 pm (UTC)(link)
"I don't know, I imagine I could give you a fairly good run for your money when it comes to luck," Luke answers, lifting both hands to cup either side of Reid's face for one more long, slow kiss. They've nearly used up all of their ten minutes and while he thinks they might be able to get away with staying in here a little while longer, he knows with every minute that passes, their risk of being caught increases. It isn't as though they're doing anything particularly indecent, but he has a terrible feeling that with their luck it's going to be Alec who walks in on them again. Or maybe that's more of a commentary on Alec's luck, but whatever the case, Luke thinks he'd rather spare him that experience all over again. At least this time he's aware of what he might be walking into.

"Are we going to fight about that?" he asks with a grin, taking a step away so that he might actually make a real effort toward going back into the other room with some of the pies. Crossing the kitchen, he reaches for one of the cupboards and begins to unload the small dessert plates he'd bought weeks ago in preparation for this very event. The forks are in the drawer directly behind Reid, the one he's still leaning against, and Luke looks forward for a moment, still fighting his smile, then decides to get the knives they'll use to cut the pies first, which are in the knife beside the kitchen and a fairly safe distance away from his boyfriend and the ass Luke might be unable to keep himself from laying his hands on if he gets that close again. "We could argue about which of us is the luckier one and see who comes out on top. And then use it later to decide which of us really comes out on top."

He says it in a low, conversational tone, as if he'd speak about this with anyone, slowly unloading knives from the drawer beside the sink and placing them on the counter to cut the pies. It's a tease more than anything and it's just another added layer to their relationship that he enjoys more than he'd ever imagined he might, simply because he hadn't imagined it at all. Being able to so casually tease someone in this manner, playfully, flirtatiously, it's all so new to him, so unexpected. Luke doesn't think he's ever going to stop enjoying the chance to find opportunities like this one, moments when he can say something others might not expect of him, the sort of thing they'll never even hear, because he's found the one person he really wants to spend his life with.

"You're going to have to move," he adds a moment later, moving back over to where Reid is standing and reaching around him for the drawer with the forks. "Or put yourself at risk of being thoroughly groped again under the guise of getting the forks for the pie." Which he's doing, he really is, gently moving Reid away from the drawer so he can open it and take out a handful of forks, but he can't seem to help the way his hand slides down over the small of Reid's back, over the curve of his ass, and he smiles, giving a light squeeze before stepping back again. "I did warn you."
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[personal profile] notaretriever 2015-12-04 03:09 pm (UTC)(link)
They're still teasing each other and yet there's something so sweet and so genuine in the way Reid is speaking about showing Luke just how thankful he is that he has to pause and really smile at his boyfriend. This isn't the sort of relationship he's ever had before, which is something he thinks about nearly every day. There are just these moments where he's reminded of how lucky he is, how far he's come, how much things have changed, and he doesn't mind at all, he's never been adverse to change and change like this has been especially welcome, but he has to acknowledge that he's truly new to all of this. The way they interact, the light teasing, the genuine affection under the teasing, it's all new to Luke and he thinks it's mostly new to Reid, too, which makes it all a little more fun to navigate. They're discovering how they fit together, the ways in which they're meant to interact, the ways they'll communicate, and as of right now, he thinks it's all working out rather well for the two of them.

"We can save our fight," he agrees and although he's still making a joke, his voice has gone soft as well. There's just something about the way Reid looks at him, the way they speak to each other, it all makes Luke feel rather important in a way he never has before. Being a Shadowhunter had been a certain level of important, being Valentine's second in command when it came to the Circle had been another thing entirely, being a pack leader had been what Luke still thinks was his most important call to duty, but this is something else. This is being important in a way that doesn't matter to a single person beyond this room and he thinks it's by far the best he's ever felt. Being important to one person, as it turns out, is a lot better than being important to an entire army. It's something Luke realizes he's known for a long time now, that being important in Clary's life had always been better than being a pack leader, but it's only here with Reid that it's really been driven home.

With a smile, he sets aside the knives he'd been preparing to take out into the other room with the pies, and reaches up to smooth his hands over Reid's hair. It doesn't help, it doesn't change anything, but he's always rather liked how his boyfriend's hair curls wildly, without any hope of control. It's effortless, it makes how unbelievably attractive he is seem so simple, and Luke doesn't really know how to say that. He's comfortable with some things -- with telling Reid how much he loves him -- but for some reason it's still difficult to word compliments in a way he likes unless they're in bed together, and then he thinks without speaking. He wants to tell Reid that he's beautiful, that his hair is perfect in the way it's a complete mess, but he only smiles and cups his face again.

"Perfectly disheveled," he says with a smile, then presses another soft kiss to Reid's mouth before he steps back and picks up two of the pies to bring out into the other room. "Shall we? Before the masses start to rebel over the fact that they've yet to be served their promised dessert? I've seen Magnus eyeing the kitchen for the better part of an hour already."