"Ouch!"
Author's Note: Just a quick scene. For Febressuary 2022. Let me know what you think.
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"Hold still," Liz chastised him as she applied an ointment to his an area at the side of his ribs while he stood with his one arm raised.
"It tickles," Ressler admitted.
She smirked.
"I know," she whispered.
He looked over his shoulder at her and smirked.
She moved to another gash and must have grabbed the edge of it with her nail as she applied the ointment.
"Ouch!" He huffed and flinched.
"Sorry," Liz apologized.
He took a breath and sighed.
"This one may need a couple of stitches," Liz said as she touched a gash gently.
"I'll be fine," Ressler said. "It's just another scar on an already scarred body."
Liz wrinkled her brow and leaned her head to the side to see him better.
"What are you saying?" She asked.
"Come on Liz," he said quietly as he eyed the others in the main part of the office outside their office where he sat with his shirt off one shoulder and a first aid kit open on her desk. "You've seen it all."
She furrowed her brow and pulled at his shoulder slightly, making him turn to see her more.
"All I'm saying is with the amount of scars I have over the years, another one isn't going to…" Ressler started.
"You know you're beautiful, right?" Liz asked him.
He scoffed and blushed a little.
"No, I mean it," Liz said seriously. "Every scar tells a story. A story of your bravery or selflessness or sacrifice. And I don't ever want you to have another scar, but I love every one you have."
He looked at her confused.
"Ressler, every scar on you is beautiful," Liz said softly. "I love…"
"All repaired?" Alina asked as she stood at the door to their office. Her arms were crossed over her chest; she was smiling at them.
"Yeah, almost," Liz smiled at her.
"What's that from?" Alina asked as she pointed at his shoulder where he'd been shot.
"One of many scars you get after years at this job," Ressler said nonchalantly as he shrugged on his shirt and reached to start to do up the buttons.
"I'm taking you for stitches," Liz said as she reached behind her and closed the first aid kit.
"Liz, I'm…" Ressler started.
"Listening to me and not arguing? Yeah, that's what you're doing," Liz smirked at him and snapped the case shut. "I'll give you five to do whatever you need to do before we're leaving."
He gave her a soft glare over his shoulder.
He reached for his tie laying across her desk and she snatched it up quickly before he could.
"We're going soon," Liz said as she met his eyes. "You won't need your tie because you'll just have to take it off for the doctor's exam."
"And I'd like to wear my tie until that time," Ressler said as he took it back from her and threw it around his neck as he stood.
She watched him walk from their office starting to do up his tie. As he passed Alina, she was shaking her head and smiling.
"What's so funny?" Ressler asked her as he saw Liz standing out of the corner of his eye putting the kit away.
"You two are like an old married couple, bickering," Alina smirked. "After how many years working together?"
Ressler laughed and walked from the room continuing to do up his tie.
"Yeah, I guess," Liz said as she approached Alina.
"You guess?" Alina asked.
"Well," Liz said as she dropped her head to one side. They had kept their relationship quiet for almost a year, was now the time to disclose that she and Ressler were involved? Probably not. "Sure."
Alina looked at her with a raised eyebrow.
Liz smiled and walked out of their office and down the hallway toward the washroom where she saw Ressler coming out of the men's.
She stopped him and fixed his tie.
He smirked down at her; relishing being taken care of by her.
"You take good care of me," Ressler said softly.
"I want you around for a long time," Liz said before she turned and looked over her shoulder. Seeing no one she looked back at him. "Because as much as Alina thinks we're an old married couple bickering. I want to actually become that with you one day."
He smiled back at her and nodded.
"Good," Liz smiled at him as she stepped back. "We're leaving for the clinic to get that looked at in…"
"Liz…" Ressler moaned.
"Listen to your girlfriend," Liz smirked at him as she patted her chest.
He smiled back, liking that she referred to herself as that.
"Yes ma'am," he said with a nod.
"That's more like it," Liz chuckled before she walked past him and into the lady's washroom.
The end.