A/N: Just a random double drabble for the folks at the FOX boards. I must have gotten up WAY too early to write this fluff!!! Enjoy :)
Matt watched the sleeping FBI agent in his arms, grinning. She finally looked up, "What?"
"Nothing."
"Matt? Were you watching me sleep? What about me is so fascinating?"
"What?"
"Seriously, what do you like about me?" Emily asked. Matt paused. For such a little question, he knew the wrong answer would get him in big trouble.
Matt kissed the top of her head. When he did, he was able to smell her coconut-scented shampoo. Every time he smelled it, he pictured the two of them on some remote island. Alone. He ran a finger from her shoulder to her wrist, across her hip, down to mid-thigh. He liked her arms... and legs... And she had a nice butt... Matt bit his tongue, common sense not allowing the shallow part of his brain to speak.
Emily was smart and, for him, a girl with brains was a big turn-on. Yet, she could admit when she was wrong. But Emily never was. His partner could always make him laugh. She was sensitive, caring. He liked how she tried to see the best in everybody-even those who didn't deserve it.
Emily was, in a word, perfect.
Matt realized she was staring at him expectantly and grinned, "You," he said simply.