When he hears her swear, he pushes back his chair and rushes into her office only to find her rubbing the pad of her thumb with what looks like a little girl's lipstick from the toy store.

"What on Earth is going on?" he asks, looking slightly bewildered.

"Just an occupational hazard."

She shows him her thumb and he winces at the sight of the papercut.

"Come now, Counselor, you've seen worse."

"I don't like it when you get hurt," he says, his voice low.

Her warm smile makes his heart beat a little faster. He takes a few steps to close the distance between them, only to be hindered by her desk. He reaches for her hand and she lets him take it. He looks at her thumb intently and then gently kisses the cut.

There's a trace of something buttery on his lips and the blueberry scent prickles his nose, which he promptly wrinkles.

Della laughs.

"You're not always here to kiss and make it better, you know. A gal has to have alternatives," she explains.

"The alternative is this?" Perry holds up the purple tube of scented lip balm.

"Works like a charm." She smiles again and doesn't pull back her hand from his. When he leans over the desk, she meets him halfway with a twinkle in her eye.

Their kiss is soft and gentle and she tenderly runs her uninjured thumb over his bearded cheek.

"All better now," she says when they break apart. He puts the chapstick back on the desk, turns on his heel and goes back into his office. She watches him leave and knows that it won't be ten minutes before he'll be back to inspect her 'wound' and administer more 'medicine'.

She really wouldn't want it any other way.