Author: samaragaunt PM
He'd always enjoyed Beethoven.Rated: Fiction K - English - Romance - A. Hotchner/Hotch & S. Reid - Words: 420 - Reviews: 5 - Favs: 8 - Follows: 1 - Published: 05-10-10 - id: 5960821
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(I strongly suggest listening to the songs mentioned. Both are Beethoven, and I capital-L Love them. Possibly more than I love frosting or hugs.)
One month, sixteen days, fifteen hours and twenty-three minutes since the first date
He loved to dance. And here he was, dancing. Waltzing to the opening notes of Beethoven's Für Elise, in some grand, empty dark wood and marble ballroom. He couldn't see his partner, but felt him there, the warm hand grasping his own while he led.
The gentle piano notes grew faster, remaining delicate in the chill air. He and his partner spun and twirled. Gradually, the tune transformed into the compelling Moonlight Sonata. The ballroom became a cold forest, the suits worn by the dancers thinner than was comfortable. Over the black treetops glimmered a full, pale moon, surrounded by a thin film of clouds. His dance partner clung closer to him, though the movement of their feet did not cease. The powerful notes come pounding after one another, and he knew that if he could somehow see them, their dance would mimic his. It was a song of desperation and fear, reminded him of vampires and werewolves and all the things that go bump in the night he had buried in the back of his mind. In a moment it transformed into the struggle made for redemption, sometimes won, many times lost.
The last notes pulsed from the piano, the silence startling him awake. The body next to him groaned, lifted its tousled head from the pillow and peering at the clock. "Mmt, Aaron, s'tooearly. g'backt'sleep." Reid flopped back to the bed. In less than a minute he was snoring.
Aaron shook the chill of the dream and curled his arms around his genius, his lover, his friend. He knew that when morning came, Spencer would ask him why he'd woken up. He'd tell him about his dream, and Reid would rattle on about symbology and psychological significance- the mental union of his masculine and feminine side, the "you and me against the world" feel of his dream and how it related to his life- and it would comfort Aaron. Soon enough he would forget about it. But he wouldn't forget about the message it had sent- alone, the fear engulfed him. Together, they could face the danger and come out unscathed.
(And so ends my H/R saga. I hope you liked it! I want to do more with this couple.)