Title: Leading Man
Pairing: Lila/Reid
Rating: K
Summary: WordDot plot: "main role". Season 3-4
She chews on her bottom lip as he lays in bed, one arm behind his head, casually reading the script. He's got his glasses on and his foot elevated on a pillow - it still aches time to time from the torture he doesn't talk about anymore. She waits, knowing he's reading slow for her (She still doesn't believe he can read that fast. Nobody can read that fast!) and hopes he enjoys the role as much as she does. It doesn't really matter; she's already taken it but still a part of her wants him to enjoy it too. He finishes the last page before laying the script on his stomach to look at her.
"You'd play Rosaline?"
She nods. She hadn't told her that yet. It amazes her how he just knows these things. He smiles.
"The smart, slightly awkward detective who sees something her partner doesn't."
She grins before crawling her way over to him, making herself comfortable in the crook of his arm and side. She throws a leg over his and runs a hand under his sleep shirt.
"You're why I got it. I started to quote statistics I've heard from you and the guy at the audition was impressed by my knowledge."
"Where are you filming?"
She makes a face. "Vancouver. Six months."
He doesn't say anything before she looks up to see him staring at his fingers that mindlessly play with the corner of the pages. "I'll visit, you know."
He nods, but she can see he's already thinking about how many different cities he'll be in during a six month period and the likelihood that they'll actually get to see each other. Even she, who almost flunked math her junior year, knows that it's small. She sighs, her fingertips moving over the smoothness of his skin.
They sit in silence for what seems like an eternity before she looks up at him again. Still thinking. Still deep in though.
"And your leading man? Do you know who it is?" He murmurs, his fingers running over the page.
She looks at him again after he speaks. He's trying to look uninterested, but she's learned his tells. His tongue darts around his bottom lip before he bits at it and releases it quickly before he sucks it in. He sees her looking at him and stops tugging at his lips, eyebrows slightly raised, waiting for an answer. She gives him one in a small smile before she turns to her stomach, looking at him as she sits on her elbows.
She nods. "Yep. Sure do."
His eyebrows raise further and she grins slightly.
"He's 6'1. Brown eyes and long brown hair with not a real fashion sense but a high IQ."
He doesn't get it at first and his bottom lip juts out a little. "Oh."
"He saved my life once. It was the sexiest thing I've ever seen. Well, I have to admit at the moment, I was a little freaked, but after, picturing him holding a gun, looking bad-ass. Totally hot."
He still looks confused before his eyes flash when he gets it. "But I'm not an actor." He says and she giggles, leaning up to kiss his lips, moving to lay on top of him as she does.
"Yeah, well being an actress isn't my main role, either."
"Then what is?" He asks, quietly as she's still close.
"Being your girlfriend?" She says with a smile.
He pulls back a little and she can tell he's about to spout out statistics or something about independence, so she kisses him before he can get out a word.
