AN: I'm not sure I like this story but I found it lying around in My Documents. It's my attempt to make The Accidental Negotiator more... I don't know... Fairytale-ish springs to mind. There is the potential that this is incredibly corny and overdone but I'll let you decide.

Emily returned the coin to her pocket without looking at it.

"What are you - ?"

"I think we need to talk..." She cut him off, turning big hazel eyes on him. Matt's blood ran cold when he heard the dreaded phrase. He should've picked it, the signs were all there - despite what she had said mere moments ago.

"You want out, don't you?"

"What? No! God no! I just... urgh! I want to be honest with you but I'm scared I'll lose you because of it..." She said tensely.

"What if I promised you wouldn't?"

"I'd say: rule number one, never lie." She smirked a little.

"Come on, just tell me."

"The reason I left this morning was... I kinda scared myself and I panicked. I woke up in your arms and..." She paused and studied his face, taking a deep breath before continuing.

"And I felt like I was exactly where I was supposed to be." She finished, her voice tiny and her eyes large with fear.

"That's why you left?" He half laughed.

"I think I'm in love with you." She blurted the sentence out, almost like she was afraid she'd lose her nerve.

"Don't look so scared." Matt muttered, stepping closer and cupping her cheek tenderly.

"But I am scared, Matt!" She said, her eyes welling with tears. "I'm scared that I'm about to have my heart broken. There was a good reason I freaked out this morning - I love you and you love having sex with me. I'm in too deep." She ranted, her voice rising in pitch and volume, her head angling so she was looking at her feet.

"Hey," He said firmly, gently bringing her head back so she was looking him in the eye before softening his tone.

"Don't you ever sell us short like that." He whispered.

"I love you, and the way you said you feel when you're in my arms, is the exact way I feel when I'm holding you. So don't talk to me about being in too deep." A lone tear rolled down her cheek and Matt brushed it away with his thumb.

"Oh, baby." He said softly, pulling her into his arms and kissing her tenderly. It wasn't long before the gentle peck had escalated into a passionate kiss. Emily's hands soon found their way into Matt's hair and he was holding her as close as humanly possible, both feeling (as usual) like they were exactly where they were supposed to be. Emily grinned breathlessly as they broke apart, catching her breath before attacking his lips again.

"Guys I hate to interrupt, but Carrera says I need to get you back ASAP." The helicopter pilot called over the landing pad. Emily blushed furiously as they set off towards the helicopter. Halfway there she reached up to Matt's ear and whispered suggestively:

"You're definitely getting into Portugal tonight."

Please R&R!