"Long legs, short dress; girl, it fits just like a glove. High heels, unreal; no, I don't mind to zip you up. You're asking me if you look okay... Well, let me put it this way: it's like bare feet on the blacktop in the middle of July hot... Baby, you got me breaking out in a full on sweat, trying hard to catch my breath... I bet the devil himself is begging for mercy..."
- Shane Yellowbird

******

Emily stretched her slim body across the bed, then buried her face deeper into the pillows. Her porcelain complexion stood out from the deep red sheets. The early spring afternoon was quiet and relaxing. The coolness of winter lingered in the air, while holding within it the scent of the coming summer. It was the most perfect time for naps, after all, outdoor activities were meant to done in the summer. She wanted to remain in bed for as long as possible, perhaps staying in bed all day, but it didn't seem like her wish was about to be granted.

"Emily." Her eyes stayed shut and she pretended to be sleeping as her husband continued his attempt to wake her up. "I know you're not sleeping, so you'd better wake up."

Emily stubbornly refused to open her eyes and, after a few minutes, the room was silent again. She thought he had given up and left her alone. She was sorely mistaken. Instead, he suddenly scooped her up from the bed, causing her yelp in surprise.

"Derek Morgan!" She threw an annoyed glare at him. "I was sleeping."

"And now you're not." He took a few long strides with her in his arms, only to put her back on the ground when they reached the threshold of the bathroom. "And we're going to be late if you don't get ready soon."

"But I don't want to go... It's Valentine's Day," she whined and pouted like a five year old who was denied of her favourite toy. "Can't we do something else?" She wrapped her arms around him and pressed kisses along his neck. "I know what I'd like to do..." she whispered seductively.

"Baby," he murmured softly, reluctantly pulling out of reach of her lips. "I'd like that too, but your mom expects us to be at the party." Emily pouted again and he kissed her forehead lovingly. "I promise when we get home, we can do anything you want, okay?"

"Still doesn't make the party less boring."

Morgan chuckled. "We can make this fun. Think of it as our date night," he suggested, "We go out to dinner, have some nice wine, a little dancing, we come home and end the day the way we like."

"You're going to make me go to the party whether I like it or not."

"Baby, you know I don't like these parties either, but we have to go," he said, "We skipped the previous one and your mom was furious. We can't skip this one."

Emily sighed, then nodded. "You're right. I don't want my mother yelling at you again."

"That's my girl." Morgan grinned and kissed her cheek. "Now, go take your shower," he said, smacking her butt.

******

Morgan leaned against the frame of the door, silently watching his wife from behind. He was mesmerized by the way that little black dress hugged her curves. The dress stopped just above her knees and his eyes followed the shapely curve of her legs right down to an incredible pair of heels which completed the outfit. Emily turned around and smiled slightly when she saw him. She looked absolutely stunning, her make-up soft and natural and her hair gently curled, framing her face. Seeing her like this always made him wonder, what did he do to get so lucky?

"Do I look okay?"

Her voice brought him out of his reverie, but her question surprised him. Was she kidding or did she truly not know how amazing she looked? Determined to make her see what he saw, Morgan wrapped his arms around her, pulled her close, and kissed her deeply. When they broke the kiss, he murmured, "You look beautiful. As always."

"You never have a different answer," she mused, "You say I look beautiful even when I'm in sweats."

"Because it's the truth. You look beautiful in anything."

Before Emily could say anything else, her phone rang and for once, she hoped that it would be JJ calling, then she would have an excuse as to why she couldn't go to this mind-numbingly dull party. No such luck... It was her mother calling, probably to remind them to not be late. Sighing, she answered, "Hello."

"Hello, Emily," Ambassador Prentiss greeted. "I hope you and your husband are leaving for the hotel soon. I don't you to be late."

"Yes, Mother. We're just about to leave."

"Good. I'll see you there." And with that, Emily's mother hung up the phone, leaving Emily somewhat annoyed.

"Should I feel bad for wanting to seriously harm her every once in a while?"

Morgan chuckled and tugged her hand. "Come on, let's go."

"Let the torture begin..." she muttered under her breath as they made their way out of the apartment.