Sorry for the long wait. I have been busy with my "Person of Interest" stories and this one was pushed to the back burner. Funny how that works out since this next scene is going to take place in a kitchen. Any way, picking up from the last chapter, Dave and Emily were commiserating about the lack of communication they were having with their significant other. But if you think they are tearing down any walls to get to the other side, think again.

The Last Unbroken Heart

The delicious, aromatic scent of spices and sauce hit Dave as he opened the door to the mansion. He barely had time to set his briefcase down on the end table before Mudgie's nails sounded on the expensive tile floor.

"Hey, boy," Dave greeted the canine with a rough head rub. "How are you doing?"

Mudgie barked his happy response and danced around in a circle.

"Where is Em?"

Mudgie barked enthusiastically and ran toward the kitchen. Happy that his pets were home, Mudgie scurried out to the backyard via his doggy door.

"Mmmm...something smells good," Dave complimented as he walked into the spacious kitchen. He leaned over the stove and sniffed appreciatively. "What's this?" he nodded toward the large pan. Lifting the lid, he breathed in deeply. His stomach rumbled loudly. Taking the spoon from the holder, he dipped it in the red sauce and lifted it to his mouth.

"A surprise," Emily replied, not looking up from her task of chopping vegetables on the cutting board.

"A surprise?" Dave echoed. "That sounds ominous." He replaced the lid and spoon.

"I'm sure you'll like it." Emily gathered up the minced veggies and dumped them in a bowl.

"If it tastes half as good as it smells, I'm sure I will," Dave agreed. Shedding his jacket, he hung it up in the washroom. "So, what's the occasion?"

"What do you mean?" Emily moved to the stove and emptied the bowl. With the wooden spoon she stirred and added the olive oil. She kept her eyes on the task.

Dave opened the fridge and took out a bottle of water. "This. Usually I'm the one who is cooking up a storm." He unsnapped the lid and took a long sip while sizing up the situation. "What did I do wrong?"

"What makes you think you did anything wrong?" Emily asked vaguely and moved the pan to another burner.

Dave walked over and leaned against the counter. "For an expert profiler and BAU chief, you make a lousy liar, Ms. Prentiss," he chided.

"I thought I'd do something different," she shrugged. "You're always cooking for me, so I thought I'd return the favour." She reached into the cabinet and pulled down a jar of seasoning. Sprinkling it liberally, she stirred the contents and then added them to the simmering sauce in the large pot.

Dave raised his eyebrow. "Why do I have a feeling you might be lacing my meal with arsenic?"

"I think you're safe. This time."

Dave took another sip. He watched Emily's expressions. "What's wrong, Em?"

Emily refused to meet her husband's eyes. "Nothing."

"I don't want to call you a liar, but I will have to call bullshit."

Emily checked the chicken breasts. Perfectly roasted, she pulled the roasting pan out of the oven and set it on the cooling rack.

"I just wanted to do something nice for you. Is that wrong?" She slipped the oven mitts off and turned to face Dave.

"No. It's not wrong. I'm just surprised that after a long day at work you would do all of this," he observed with a nod toward the island and stove.

"Maybe it's because of the long day at work that I wanted to do this for you," she countered evenly.

Dave set the bottle of water down on the counter. "If I didn't know any better, I would say that your feelings about me are changing."

"Maybe they are," Emily replied coyly.

Dave crooked his finger under Emily's chin and lifted her face so her eyes could meet with his. "Well, isn't that a pleasant surprise. I thought I was just getting dinner, but I wasn't expecting this."

"I want to surprise you."

"You did. You have." Dave covered her lips with his for a kiss full of passion. As his tongue mated with hers, he carefully turned off the burners with one hand while the other cupped Emily's full breast. Kneading it gently, he took pleasure in her moans of pleasure. Deepening the kiss, he molded Emily's body to his and felt himself harden as her softness pressed against him.

"I'm hungry," he murmured against Emily's lips as his hands reached under her skirt to pull down her panties.

"Dinner is almost ready," Emily panted as she stepped out of the panties and kicked them aside. Her hands reached for the belt buckle and loosened it, then unfastened Dave's jeans and pulled down the zipper.

"I don't want food," Dave growled as he opened Emily's blouse and nuzzled his face between her breasts. He breathed in her delicate scent.

"Neither do I."

"I need you." He slowly lowered Emily to the floor, taking care to cushion her head. Carefully and gently, he followed to cover her body with his.

Mouth to mouth, hands roaming, they took from one another until they could no longer hold back. Sliding a finger between Emily's warm, wet folds, he tested her resistance. Finding none, he pushed his jeans down and guided himself to make them one. With one single thrust, he filled her.

Gasping his name, Emily felt the orgasm begin. Arching against her lover, she begged and pleaded for release until her words were incoherent. Clawing Dave's back, she kissed his face, his neck, and followed the rhythm he set.

"Em. Em. Em," Dave chanted in tandem to his thrusts. So perfect, so hot. He could never get enough of Emily's body. He loved the way she grasped and held him until he thought he would lose his mind. He loved the feel of her body as she arched upward to meet him. He loved her scent and the sound of his name on her lips.

Burying himself deep inside, he relished in the way she sighed and cupped his buttocks to bring him closer.

Pushing Emily's hair from her face, Dave drank in her loveliness. "Em," he panted as he fought against his body's urge to climax. "Open your eyes."

Trying to catch her breath, Emily turned her head and opened her eyes. Her big brown eyes met Dave's.

"Dave," she whispered and lifted her hips.

"Tesoro," Dave groaned. He thrust his hips faster until his body screamed for release. Covering her lips with his, he pushed forward one more time, then poured himself deep inside of the woman he loved.
****

Spent from lovemaking, Dave and Emily lay on the cold kitchen floor and waited for the world to stop spinning.

"Are you alive?" Emily wondered. She tried to reach over to where Dave lay, but her wrist fell limp across her chest.

"I don't know," he confessed honestly. "Give me another minute and I'll let you know." Dave closed his eyes and drew in a deep, shuddering breath. "If I didn't know any better, I would almost swear that you are trying to kill me."

Emily gave a short laugh. "You found me out. And here you thought I was going to do you in by a meal."

"Always keeping me on my toes, Chief Prentiss." Dave reached over and took Emily's hand in his.

"There is always more than one way to kill someone."

"Coming and going at the same time," Dave mulled over the thought. "I like that."

Emily gave a sarcastic snort. "You would."

Dave wanted to move, but he swore his body had turned to jell-o. "I think I died," he stated. "Do me a favour, Em?"

"Anything."

"Pull up my jeans before the Coroner comes to take me away."

"I'm sure everyone will know what killed you," she pointed out matter of factly.

"True. I just want a little dignity as they carry me to my final resting place."

"I'll try," Emily promised.

"That is good enough for me."

"I think this is a first."

"What?"

"Making love on a kitchen floor."

"You've never made love on the kitchen floor?" Dave sounded surprised.

"Nope."

"How about counter sex?"

Emily shook her head. "No."

"Kitchen table? Dining room table?" Dave listed off the areas.

"Nope and nope."

"Laundry room?"

Emily turned her head. "Don't tell me...?"

"Orgasm during the spin cycle is the best kept secret."

"Heh. I should have known."

"Tesoro, I practically wrote the book."

"So I've been told."

"I rocked your world," he stated smugly.

"I think I rocked your world, Agent Rossi," Emily contradicted.

"Oh, no. I remember you...oh..." he breathed as Emily's hand wrapped around him. "What was I saying?"

"I'm not sure. You were babbling about something about kitchens and washing machines." She stroked him with expert hands, taking pleasure as his hips arched and searched for the comfort only her body could give.

"I'll remember," he promised. There was something he wanted to tell Emily, but his mind was blank. Somehow her touch did that to him every time. Not that he was complaining – not in the least. No, he loved it.

"Until then..." Emily mounted him.

"What about dinner?" Dave asked. His heart was going to give out, but he didn't care.

"Dinner can wait." Guiding him with her hand, she slowly encased him, inch by glorious, delicious inch in her body. "I thought we'd go for dessert first."

"I love the way you think," Dave said and brought her head down to his as he arched deep.