"Just close your eyes and fall. Fall backwards in your mind and tell me who you see catching you. Is it him?"
- Victoria L. James
Monica threw her cards on the table.
"You're such a cheat!"
Spencer defended himself.
"It's not cheating!"
"You are a card-counter!"
He was laughing.
"I just used Math to improve my play. It's not cheating. You're just a sore loser"
"Oh no", Monica observed him, "You're one of those people who are obsessed with winning, aren't you?"
He reshuffled the deck, grinning,
"I am not obsessed with winning. I just win, every time"
"Oh yeah? Let's see you beat me at push-ups", Monica smirked.
"You have a significant physical advantage over me. You work out everyday"
"Like you don't have an advantage over me", she leaned forward and poked him on the forehead, "With that extra grey brain of yours?"
"We could play something that has us both at a disadvantage"
"Such as?"
"What board games do you have?"
"Hang on. Are we, a grown up couple, going to spend our Saturday afternoon playing board games?"
He shrugged,
"What else did you have in mind?"
Monica raised an eyebrow, throwing him a meaningful look. Spencer glanced at her body, making eye contact again.
"Monica, this is crazy!", he complained.
She taunted him, trotting in circles around him.
"Well, you never lose, do you? So what are you worried about?"
He tugged at his blindfold, which promptly earned him a rap on the hand by his girlfriend.
"Ow!"
"No peeking!"
He frowned, reaching out with his hands.
"You hit so hard"
"Stop whining and catch me, champion. You have two minutes"
"This is lame"
Monica laughed and remained out of his reach. She would tap him from behind and watch him fumble about to catch her.
"Monica", he groaned.
"You still have one minute. Use your senses, Dr. Reid. Listen. Smell"
He tried. The crunching of her lawn grass, somewhere left and front of him. He could feel the fresh air all over himself, except...
Rapid scurrying.
He turned and followed the sound, with arms outstretched. A smile curved his mouth.
"I can hear you, Monica"
She wouldn't call back to him anymore, which meant he was close. At the next hint of movement, Reid jumped forward. His hand was pressed into something soft, clothed. With his other hand, he grabbed hold of Monica's arm.
"Gotcha", he took off his blindfold.
Monica cleared her throat. Spencer looked and saw her standing still, with his hand cupping her left breast.
"Having fun, are we, Doctor?"
Colouring, retracting his hand and shoving it inside his pocket, Spencer fiddled with the blindfold. He scratched his head, ignoring Monica's mischievous smile.
"Your turn?", he asked.