Dinner proceeded smoothly after Rossi had once again assured everyone (Lindsey in particular) that he and Reid had succeeded in scaring off the stalker and that they most likely wouldn't be bothered by her again that evening.
"Oh, Dave," Lindsey cooed. "This evening has turned out to be even more exciting than I had ever imagined. Do things like this happen often? You must tell me more about all your hair-raising adventures."
The only difficulty arose when both Reid and Rossi attempted to monitor what Emma was eating. She again resolved the problem by repeating her threat to walk home if they didn't quit bothering her. Garcia and Blake exchanged smirks as the men backed down in defeat.
Shortly after everyone had finished desert (Emma had compromised by agreeing to fresh fruit with lots of whipped cream), Blake called the evening to an end by declaring that she absolutely had to get back to her hotel room to go over her lecture notes for the next morning. Over Lindsey's protests that they needed an after-dinner drink, Rossi and Garcia both insisted on escorting her. Emma then declared that as much as she hated to be a party pooper, she was getting tired and would like to go home. Reid refused to allow her to leave by herself and, to Lindsey's dismay, the dinner party broke up and everyone headed out of the restaurant.
Out in the parking lot, the BAU members held a quick conference. "What time is your lecture?" Emma asked.
"Ten o'clock," Blake responded. "In the main lecture hall of the Fine Arts Building."
"Ten o'clock," Emma repeated. "We'll be there!"
"With bells on," Rossi assured her, smiling at Garcia.
Garcia gave Emma a hug. "Get a good night's sleep," she instructed her. "With any luck, by tomorrow evening you'll be headed back to Quantico with us."
Emma smiled at the tech. "I'll have to take that sleep under consideration," she told her coyly as she glanced over at a blushing Reid.
On the drive back to her apartment, Emma reached over, placed her hand on Reid's thigh, and began lightly tickling him. He glanced at her and tried to move his leg but realized that if he moved it, he wouldn't be able to drive the car. By the time they reached the apartment's parking lot, he was again getting painfully aroused.
After parking the car, Reid walked around to Emma's door to help her out. At the height she was sitting, her eyes were level with his groin.
"You seem to have a slight problem," she smirked as he helped her up. "Can you make it inside?"
"Woman!" Reid exploded. "Do you know what you are doing to me?"
"I certainly hope so," Emma responded sweetly as she linked her arm with his.
Together, they walked into the apartment building, down the hallway, and into Emma's apartment.
"Would you like to sit down?" Emma inquired innocently, as she dropped onto the couch.
Reid had no choice but to follow suit. After thinking about it for a minute, he turned to her. "Let me ask you something," he began.
He never finished the sentence as Emma began sliding her hand down the front of his trousers. As she slid it further and further down, he tried to bat her away, but gave up as he felt himself becoming harder and harder. He began concentrating on taking deep breaths in an effort to keep himself under control. Just as she was beginning to caress him, he felt himself lose control entirely.
"Oh, Darn!" he exclaimed. "When I'm with you keep reacting as if I were an uncontrollable adolescent!"
"And what is so bad about that?" Emma questioned.
"It's embarrassing, that's what! Do you know what almost happened at dinner tonight? Rossi had to send me to the men's room!"
"Oh Dear!" Emma murmured in his ear. "Well, the bright side of this is that it opens up the opportunity to experiment with some other things I have been wanting to try."
Reid pulled away and looked at her. "I need to ask you something," he began again.
"Okay?" Emma replied.
"I am the only man you have ever been with, right?" he asked.
"Yes," Emma affirmed.
"Then, how come you know all these – things?" he was cautiously curious.
Emma laughed. "Sweetheart," she said. "I was a very young, very naïve, 14 year old girl when my mother told me I was getting married. I kind of knew the biology involved, but was totally ignorant of anything else. Naturally, I did what any good geek would do. I went to the public library and looked at some books. Then, I went to a bookstore and looked at some more books, and then even more books. And, more recently, I studied the book Rossi sent us as a wedding present. By the time we finally decided to make it 'real' I had a list a mile long of things I want to try. Believe me, we haven't even started to make a dent it in!"
"A mile long?" Reid sounded scared.
"Yes, but we don't have to tackle everything right now," Emma assured him. "How about if we just take another bubble bath?"
Reid thought quickly. A bubble bath sounded good. He knew what to expect with a bubble bath. "Oh Yes – That sounds great," he readily agreed.
Outside, in the apartment building's parking lot, Moira Donovan slammed her fist into the steering wheel of her car. 'Her' Spencer was in there with 'That Woman' doing who knows what. She had seen with her own eyes what was going on in the parking lot. That wasn't right – Spencer belonged to her and only her. And, as for the babies – By rights, they should be hers too!
