All you know is when I'm with you I make you free

[leftinbasketforfbi]

Who: Reid and Molly Hooper
Where: Molly's home in DC
Summary: They've been going out for a bit. It was only a matter of time before she found out about the Dilaudid.
Warnings: Discussion of past drug addiction

"Oh, I had an air conditioner just like this in college."

Reid examined the broken machine he had placed on Molly's floor. The thing had been broken for two days, and being a good boyfriend, he wanted to fix it as soon as he heard. "Do you have a toolbox? I'd just need a screwdriver and maybe a small pair of pliers."

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She took a deep inhale of his scent from his shirt, gently rubbing his back as he buried his face into her shoulder. The fear and shame she'd seen on his face moments ago was heart-wrenching, and she wanted to make sure he didn't need to make that expression again.

Molly ventured a small smile when he pulled back slightly and looked at her. "Well, I'm sort of glad this happened now, then. So at least when, um, that happens I can focus on what's important. Which is, y'know, objectifying you, clearly." That playful twinkle flashed across her eyes and she gave him a gentle squeeze.

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He laughed again, this one a little more genuine, and he reached up to her face, pushing a lock of hair behind her ear. "Yeah. Now there'll be nothing distracting you from objectifying me."

He kissed her softly and ran a hand through her hair. If he hadn't been so damn exhausted, he might have initiated something. As it was, he felt like he hadn't slept for a century.

"Thank you."

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"For what?" Molly asked, genuinely unaware of just what she had done to garner thanks. "Being rubbish at subtlety?" She made a wry face, placing another kiss to his lips.

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He smiled, running his thumb along her cheekbone, then brushing his fingers against her jawline. It was all perfect in his eyes.

"For giving me the benefit of the doubt." And for not giving him that horrible look so many other people had.

[wealldosillythings]

She smiled, leaning into his touch. She still felt like she'd come very close to messing up, but with him looking at her like that? It felt like it didn't matter.

"Anytime," she shrugged. "I-I mean, they're just scars. Sure, they tell part of a story but they're not the end-all, be-all." Her father had said something like that to her a few times, though he'd been more eloquent about it.