In Which Reid Gets a Rain Check
Title: In Which Reid Gets a Rain Check
Pairing: Reid & Prentiss, or a sort of flirtatiously silly Reid/Prentiss?
Prompt: sit with me via cm_het_drabble
Rating: PG13
Warnings: Innuendo/suggestive dialogue? Fluffiness. Spoilers for Lucky/Penelope & Nameless, Faceless, I guess.
Reid's face appeared around the door as Emily called back to his knock. "Hey," he said, smiling as she picked apart a rubbery-looking cube of something mysterious on her tray and made a face at it. "You're looking better today. You're eating."
"Trying to," she said, eying her fork with disgust. "Did you come with my membership card?"
Reid's forehead wrinkled. "Your what?"
"You know. My card. I'm in the club now with you and Garcia. My bullet hole is infinitely sexier than yours," she said, gesturing to the bandaged spot just above her hip, "but it doesn't really come close to hers. Oh, well. Maybe next time." She cocked an eyebrow wryly and gave up on her tray, shoving the table away. "Here, come sit."
Reid settled himself into the chair at her side. "I didn't bring you your card," he said, "but I do have something almost as good." He fished in his bag and pulled out a bag of Swedish Fish.
Emily grinned with something akin to rapturous relief. "Oh, thank God," she said, pulling it open with her teeth and spitting out the corner of plastic. "I love you. Have I ever told you that? I love you. In fact, if I wasn't shot in just the wrong place, I'd definitely jump your bones right now."
Reid raised his eyebrows. "Rain check, maybe."
Emily nodded, her mouth full, then swallowed. "I'll tell you what. You come back at dinnertime with another one of these babies, and I'll even let you be on top."
Pairing: Reid & Prentiss, or a sort of flirtatiously silly Reid/Prentiss?
Prompt: sit with me via cm_het_drabble
Rating: PG13
Warnings: Innuendo/suggestive dialogue? Fluffiness. Spoilers for Lucky/Penelope & Nameless, Faceless, I guess.
Reid's face appeared around the door as Emily called back to his knock. "Hey," he said, smiling as she picked apart a rubbery-looking cube of something mysterious on her tray and made a face at it. "You're looking better today. You're eating."
"Trying to," she said, eying her fork with disgust. "Did you come with my membership card?"
Reid's forehead wrinkled. "Your what?"
"You know. My card. I'm in the club now with you and Garcia. My bullet hole is infinitely sexier than yours," she said, gesturing to the bandaged spot just above her hip, "but it doesn't really come close to hers. Oh, well. Maybe next time." She cocked an eyebrow wryly and gave up on her tray, shoving the table away. "Here, come sit."
Reid settled himself into the chair at her side. "I didn't bring you your card," he said, "but I do have something almost as good." He fished in his bag and pulled out a bag of Swedish Fish.
Emily grinned with something akin to rapturous relief. "Oh, thank God," she said, pulling it open with her teeth and spitting out the corner of plastic. "I love you. Have I ever told you that? I love you. In fact, if I wasn't shot in just the wrong place, I'd definitely jump your bones right now."
Reid raised his eyebrows. "Rain check, maybe."
Emily nodded, her mouth full, then swallowed. "I'll tell you what. You come back at dinnertime with another one of these babies, and I'll even let you be on top."