Momma

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Title:Momma
Author:TamyPooh/AllieGator
Rating:FRM/sc
Pairing:Garcia/Reid/Morgan
Summary:You know Daddy!fic everyone drools over? Think Mommy!fic. Sort of.

Spoilers- The Big Game/Revelations and Fear&Loathing
Warnings -Triad - Garcia/Reid/Morgan
Disclaimer:Without Prejudice. The names of all characters contained here-in are the property of CBS/touchstone/mark gordon, et al. No Infringments of these copyrights are intended, and are used here without permission.

A/N: As previously seen in my LJ, but it' been F-locked
Not formally beta'd, but Beta's have looked at it. *shrugs* Guess that means it is okay.
Website- http://www.snirt.us/Gator
LJ- http://snuffledbear.livejournal.com

Not real graphic (IMHO).
no sex.
NC-17 for subject matter
archive- WWoMB anyone else, please ask.

I was just So taken with the "Momma" line in Wednesday. I wrote a (very)little something here. It's...kinky. Well, discusses kinky stuff. I am hoping you like it, 'cause I just don't think there is much of an audience for it.


"Thanks, Mamma!"

Garcia grinned at the nickname. She was sure no one else but Spencer, would understand.

Sitting back, her smile lost a little of it's luster. Her poor baby. Poor Spencer. The nightmares, as expected, were bad once he got home. She was so glad he had her and Morgan there at night. She was glad they had Morgan. She wasn't so sure she could physically control Spencer otherwise. Some of his nightmares were violent.

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The other night, when Spencer woke from his nightmare, he was laying between them as usual. He couldn't stop calling for his mother. His sobs wracking his slender frame - which had lost even more weight since his abduction. Penelope held him closer, petting his hair, with Morgan rubbing circles on his back. With the sobs tapering off, Spencer looked at her with tears still streaming down his cheeks. He sniffed, placing one large hand on her breast, he slowly fondled her nipple. Sniffling again, he murmured at her.

"Sweets? Baby? What was that?" She asked.

With a gulp, Spencer buried his face in her chest, softly he said, "I hated my mom for what she was, how I always had to protect her, and what I had to do to her. Locking her up. But I never..." he broke off with a sniff.

"Never what?" She asked, halting Morgan's words with a look.

"Never...never..." He took a large gulp of air, pressing back against the man behind him, rubbing his face into the soft breasts under his face. "Never felt loved, by anyone in my life. Until now."

"Baby..." Garcia started. She broke off at the loud sob from the man on her. "Spencer, honey, what's wrong?"

"I...I...please..." He broke off, leaning down, cupping one breast in his hand, he started to suckle on it. That was the only word she could think of - suckling. And rhythmically squeezing her breast. She felt a wave of heat dash over her body. A type of heat she had not felt ever before.

Morgan looked down at them. A small smile on his face, he pushed himself upright. Sitting up onto his knees, he gently pulled at Spencer to get his attention. Spencer pulled away for a moment, looking at the other man.

"Up, my lady" he quietly ordered Penelope. With a little frown, she sat up, following his directions to lean against the headboard. She leaned forward as Morgan placed her back into a mountain of fluffed pillows. Crawling around, he manipulated Spencer slightly onto his side. Placing Spencer's face back up to Penelope's breast, placing the younger man's hands around the breast. He placed a pillow under Spencer's upper body, another over Penelope's legs, then he spooned up against Spencer's back.

Leaning forward, he licked at the side of Spencer's mouth, startling the younger man's tongue to lick at the nipple under him. As soon as his tongue hit, instinct took over, and he began suckling again. Morgan smiled again, biting at his lower lip, he looked between the two lovers. Spencer's eye's were closing, and Penelope...the look of love and adoration and, yeah, a bit of horny heat, was shining through her eyes, lighting her face.

"Mamma?" He asked softly, hesitatingly, looking up at the blond leaning her over them both. With a soft smile, she looked back, bring one hand to the back of Spencer's head, encouraging his suckling. The other she reached down, cupped Morgan's face, running her finger over his lips.

"You're beautiful," she caressed the larger man, as she brought her hand to hold Spencer's back, resting her hand between the men. She cradled Spencer to her, petting his hair, rubbing his back. Morgan's hand caressed her arm as he brought it up to hold Spencer from behind.

As Spencer fell into a quiet, dreamless, sleep. She could feel, more than hear, his soft murmur of Momma, followed by a soft sigh and off and on,gentle suckling. Held comfortingly between his lovers. A whole new, brighter, world would start opening up before him in the morning.

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Present -

Garcia smiled again at the memory. She hoped her little boy and her man were getting on okay. She was so worried about how Spencer was coping - or not coping would be more like it - since the abduction. She resolved they would all three talk when the two men came home.

February 17, 2007