A/N

A couple of drabbles on canon relationships. Blake and her husband in the first (because there were actually some who liked them together, judging by a bunch of PMs I got after posting another fic XD), and the second is Strauss/Rossi.

Bragging

"Ah, look at that. Usually, I'm the one returning from work with various injuries," Alex said and put her wine glass down on the counter as James came into the kitchen, wearing only jeans. His hair was still wet from the shower, and the bandage shone bright white against the side of his ribcage.

"Oh, this? This is nothing," James said.

Alex crossed her arms and leaned back against the counter. "I always know when something is a thing with you, James, because you always want to hint about it and show it off rather than hiding it."

James winked.

"Well, someone has to, you always try to hide everything. You don't want to show off your battle wounds until they're healed enough that nobody can coddle you over them."

Alex laughed and nodded.

"I'd say that's a pretty accurate profile of me."

James looked back at her, and now he smiled, almost in spite of himself.

"But once they're healed, I think you like showing off your scars."

"Oh God, you're so full of it."

"Really? Funny, I always thought the reason your sport of choice is swimming because then you get to show it off in that scant bathing suit that barely covers…"

Alex smirked and shook her head.

"I think your mind wandered into a completely different territory right now."

"Uh-huh? Well, what if I tell you that I have no idea what you're talking about?"

"I'm looking at the physical evidence right now," Alex said, and the smirk broadened. "What happened anyway?"

"Huh?"

"I'm talking about the injury now, genius. What did you get yourself into?"

"Why are you so sure I got myself into something?"

"Because you are reckless and clumsy and you start things for fun without thinking them through?"

He glared at her. Alex smiled smugly and sipped her wine.

"I am a profiler, you know. I'm also your wife of twenty-some years. What did you do?"

"Um. It's a… I was scratched by a… lion."

Alex raised an eyebrow.

"A lion, huh? Wow, you always have to be worst, don't you?"

"Don't even try," James chuckled, "you have three scars from gunshots and one from a stabbing, you can at least let me have this lion scratch to brag about."

"Fine. If those bragging rights are that important to you, then alright."

"Oh, right, because this…" he ran his fingertips down her bare shoulder where a long, ragged silver scar twisted its way down to the underside of her upper arm like a snake. "This, is not something you're secretly very proud of? And this?" He pulled her tank top up and stroke a circular scar with his thumb. "Don't tell me it doesn't make you feel like Xena," James teased.

"Xena?" Alex moaned, enjoying the soft touch. "I don't feel like a warrior"

"No?" he said and kissed her neck.

"I feel like I have made a difference, and I survived."

"Well, I'm sure I made a difference for that lion too," he murmured.

"I hope it didn't get hurt on your account."

"The lion is fine. Actually, it was at a sanctuary. And it didn't exactly attack me. It got its paw stuck in my shirt and scratched me by accident when it tried to get loose."

"Mmhm, see?" she whispered against his mouth. "If I just let you talk long enough, you expose yourself. I knew you hadn't been attacked by a lion."

"You did?"

"Mm."

"How?"

"Because you brag, James," she said, pulled loose and reached for her wine. She handed him the other glass. "Also, your choice of words didn't indicate an attack, or even a struggle."

"That's what I get for marrying a linguist. Will you at least pretend to be impressed when you look at it?"

"Will do," she said and gave him a quick kiss. "Did I mention I was shot yesterday?"

"But oh my God Alex!" James almost spilled his wine.

"Calm down. We played paintball. Garcia's initiative, obviously. And I lost."

"Oh."

"I have to admit, as painful as those paintball shots are, being injured by a lion is more bragworthy. Even if it's just a scratch."

"Bragworthy enough to seduce the girl?" he asked.

"Hmmm, no, but perhaps the girl is interested in some fun with or without bragworthy injuries," she said, put her glass down, took his hand and dragged him off to the bedroom.

Everyday Magic

"Did anyone see you come here?" Erin Strauss asked.

"Oh cut me some slack Erin, I'm with the FBI, you don't think I can sneak to your place after work without being noticed?" Rossi replied and took off his tie.

"I hate this sneaking around," Strauss said.

"Do you?" Rossi asked playfully as he wrapped his arms around her and gave her a light kiss on the lips. Strauss pretended to think about it.

"Hmmmm… no, not really."

"Not really?" he said and kissed her again. She was amused by how his touch and kiss managed to make her heart flutter and her knees go weak. She hadn't believed she could feel that way again, let alone with someone she worked with.

"To be honest, I love it, it's exciting," she admitted. "It's like being sixteen and trying to sneak my boyfriend past my parents' bedroom door."

"That's quite brazen," he said. Strauss smiled sweetly.

"Oh, you have no idea how brazen I can be."

"I think our little rendezvous in your office while the entire BAU was in the bullpen was a bit of an indicator, actually," he said, and she threw her head back and laughed. "And you didn't even lock the door, you naughty girl."

"Mm, well, the only one brave enough to interrupt a… private conversation… would be Aaron."

"What if it had been Aaron, then?"

"That… would have been interesting to find out."

He chuckled.

"Careful, you're making me jealous."

"I know," she purred. "How about you get me out of these clothes soon and show me some magic?"

"If it's magic you're looking for, you've found the right man."

She smiled and stroke his cheek softly with the back of her hand.

"Yes. I know that, too."