Prompt 77: What? (Reid and Emily speaking, Reid/? Pairing)
"Reid, what is that?"
"What is what?" Not bothering to look up, trying to concentrate on his paperwork.
"This." Her voice suddenly right in his ear; apparently she had already finished her work. Her cool hands soothed abused skin he hadn't even realized was sore.
Freezes at her touch. "I have no idea what you're talking about, Emily." Oh god, please don't let her –
"This bruise back here." Damn it.
"Mystery solved, it's a bruise. Don't you have a report to write?"
"Well, I know it's a bruise. What I mean is, how did you get it? If I didn't know any better, I'd say it was a hickey." A look of horror must have passes across his face because she added, "Is it a hickey?"
"No! It's just…. When I got into bed last night, I misjudged the distance between myself and the headboard." Oh, he was going to kill his lover, no doubt about it. He had been promised that none of the marks would show – obviously there'd been a mistake.
"Anyone ever tell you you're a terrible liar?"
"Not when it counts." Out of the corner of his eye he could see his lover watching them, wearing a completely straight face – yup, dead meat for sure. "Didn't anyone tell you about the time Elle was held hostage on a train in Texas?"
Sure enough, the mention of the ex-profiler did the trick. She let go of his neck with a mumbled "Just worried about you" and returned to her own desk. Just before she sat down, however, she looked back at him. "You know, you could have said Morgan was helping you improve your hand-to-hand skills. That I would have believed."