Beck was sitting in his office, doing paperwork. About the only thing that I'm allowed to do right now. He sighed yet again. He hated limited duty. Among other things.
"Hey there!" Heather, of course, being insufferably cheerful.
"Well, hello there. We're awfully chipper this morning."
"It's Wednesday. And you know what that means."
"You kick my ass again in scrabble."
"That too. I also recall that I made you a deal last scrabble night. But you have to hold up your end of the bargain and be a good boy."
He grinned.
"And, what precisely, do you mean by 'good'?"
"Well, no moping. And don't whine about your escort." She smirked at the situation. Because of his injury and his position, he was being escorted around everywhere. And she'd be lying if she said she wasn't enjoying the heck out of his objections to an escort. Served him right. "And you do have to follow doctor's orders. Even if I really don't want to."
He cocked his head, 'considering'.
"I suppose that sounds like a fair deal."
"See you at five, then."
Heather supposed they looked ridiculous like this. Seeing as there were two escorts, one was in front and one was behind. Four people, headed for a scrabble game for two.
"Do we look as ridiculous as I feel? I mean, all this over a scrabble game." she asked Edward.
"Probably. Although I'm tempted to have one of these impartial gentleman inspect the tiles."
"Are you implying I cheat? And I thought you were an officer and a gentleman!"
"Nothing of the sort. All I'm saying is that you always seem to get the Q. I start to wonder if you've got it marked somehow."
"Not so. In fact, I distinctly remember you made quip just last week."
"And the reason you 'distinctly remember it' is that you first made it equip, and then equipment. You got more points off that Q than I did."
There was an unconvincing snort-turned-cough from behind them. Heather smirked, and Beck ignored them both.
"Not my fault you don't know how to get the most from your letters." She said. "Oh, good, we're here. Now you can stop whining and lose with good grace."
They waited for the amused bodyguards to clear the apartment. Edward shooed them out the door – they had jokingly offered their services as referees/judges – as Heather set out the game.
"God, I thought they'd never leave." Edward said, coming up behind her and steering her to the couch. At the last second, he pushed her face down on the cushions.
"Hey!" she yelped in surprise.
"I do believe we had a deal." He said, reaching for her waistband.
