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A/n this was inspired by all the talk about the super full moon this past weekend. It's short, but sweet. This takes place this season happening after "Divining Rod."
The only light in the room came from streetlights and the full moon shining in through a gap in the drapes. Cars passing by on the street below and the ticking of the clock on the wall comforted him. He sat up and inhaled deeply the scent of her musky perfume. The room was comfortable, just cool enough for sleep.
He stretched, sat up and swung his legs off the bed. She slept, her head pillowed on her hands, her body turned away from the light streaming in from the window. He pulled on a tattered pair of navy blue pajama bottoms, and quietly went to the en suite bathroom. When he returned, he headed to the window instead of back to bad, called by the silver light of the moon. It was brilliant, as large as he'd ever seen it. Emily had laughed at him when he'd told her all about what happened when the moon reached its orbital perigee to Earth.
"Are you sure you don't know everything," she'd teased him.
"I don't know everything."
She'd laughed and hugged him close so that he was enveloped by her perfume, and the scent that made her Emily.
"Well I think it's beautiful."
"Hey."
He turned around to see her sitting up and yawning. "What are you doing over there?"
"I was just looking at the moon."
She threw back the covers from the bed and drifted over to him like a ghost. The long, white lacy and silk nightgown she'd worn for the first time that night only enhanced his perception that she might be a spirit.
"What are you thinking?"
She wrapped her arms tight around his waist.
"I was thinking that I'm so glad you're leaving the FBI."
She smacked his shoulder. "Why?"
"Because we don't have to hide anymore; I can shout from the rooftops that I love Emily Prentiss."
"I can't wait to witness that," she teased.
He took her face in both his hands and kissed her, slow and deep. "I mean it."
"What a coincidence. I want to do the very same thing."
"Why don't we wait until tomorrow," he suggested.
"I think that can be arranged."
Wishing on the moon tonight, there's not a lucky star in sight, just wishing on the moon tonight.
He remembered the lyrics from the song he hadn't heard since before his father had left him and his mother. He wasn't a child anymore, though, and he didn't have to wish on the moon, when all he had ever wished for right there in his arms.
A/n2 the song quoted is "Wishing on the Moon," sung by Dan Fogelberg. You can hear and see the video on You tube if you wish.