Author's Note: Good afternoon, everyone. She lives! Deep apologies, everybody. I got a new laptop and I had to transfer everything over…and get Windows 7 off the damned thing so it would actually work properly. Jeez. The last two episodes were awesome as always, although I think some of the writers must have some unresolved issues from childhood. Two psycho kids in a row? I may not be a profiler but I can put two and two together and get fish. LOL!
Post Maeve Reid is still realistic but it still makes me sad to see him not as engaged as he used to be. Logically, I know that he'll never truly be the same and that he'll have new insecurities about his abilities but still…my poor baby. But, never mind that. Like I said before, if Reid in canon can't be happy, then Reid in this story and other I come up with can.
Disclaimer: "Honestly, it's not mine!"
There was a deep molten ache to his muscles as he shifted and he moaned softly as vertebrae in his lower back popped. Opening his eyes to half mast, Reid smiled at the sight of tangled raven hair on his upper torso. Emily's head was on his chest and he could hear the soft snuffling snores that belonged to her. He had heard them on the jet, in a hotel lobby, in the back/front of an SUV, and even at her desk in the wee hours of dark o clock in the morning, much to everyone's amusement...
Hearing them in his bed, hearing them while she was very, very naked in his bed was a completely different and appreciated animal. Gently, his fingers slid into her hair and detangled, his body responding as she shifted into wakefulness.
"I didn' know you knew Italian…", she slurred in drowsy contentment.
"I'm a man of many talents."
"Damned right…good morning."
"Hi. Um...should we get up? Do you want to get up? I could take you back to your place if you'd like. I mean, I'm sure JJ and Garcia are waiting for you and…"
His throat closed as she sat up fully and his wide eyes couldn't help but drink her in. Her eyes were alert and soft, the dark chocolate molten. Her lips were swollen and deep pink, smiling and the lower occasionally being nibbled on. Her skin was still creamy, illuminated by the sunlight filtering through the blinds but he could see lover's wounds on her. They weren't bad but they were there, especially the fingertip shaped bruises on her left thigh. Slowly, he touched them and sure enough, his fingertips matched like a glove to hand…
"Don't look like that. They felt good at the time and I don't mind them. It means that last night really happened and I wasn't having yet another dream about us…"
"Y-yet another?" he stuttered hopefully.
"Yet another. Besides, you're not exactly unscathed either, Doctor. Take a look.", she replied wryly.
Sitting up, his brows went up at the sight of the impressive, map like bruising that went from underneath his right ear to the slope of his shoulder. There were scratch marks on his forearms and his hair looked like he had been in a flock of birds in a wind tunnel. Emily was giggling next to him (and those giggles did delightful things to her bare breasts…) and he gave her a look of mock annoyance.
"If I had known that making love with you meant making love with a bobcat, I would've done it sooner."
"Shut up!"