Emily rubbed her hand over her face as she leaned back in her chair. It had been a long week, made worse by the unending headache she'd had since Monday. Letting out a soft sigh, she closed her eyes and thought about everything she had to do yet.

Gentle hands began to massage her temples, and she smiled a little as she breathed in the familiar scent of Clyde's cologne. "Ooh, don't stop doing that, it feels wonderful."

"I would imagine that it should. You've been under such pressure lately, Emily." He leaned down and kissed her forehead lightly, making her smile wider. Ever since she had returned from helping to rescue JJ, Clyde had been sweeter, as if he knew that she needed him to show how much he cared for her. "What do you say to getting out of here early today and taking an early supper?"

"That sounds lovely," she whispered before she puckered her lips. He took the hint and kissed her softly before helping her to stand. She let him settle her coat around her shoulders, his hands coming to rest on her hips as he tugged her close. "I do not want to go anywhere tomorrow."

"I can arrange that, Emily." He kissed her once more before slipping his hand into the crook of her arm, leading her from the office and out to the elevators. As they waited for the car, she tapped her foot a little and fought impatience. There were certain aspects of her job that she hated with a passion, and she found herself wishing that she hadn't been so eager to take on the position that Clyde had offered her. There was more paperwork now than when she had been with the BAU, and here she had no Reid to pass it off on. "Penny for your thoughts, luv."

Emily sighed a little as she shrugged. "I guess I'm a little bored. I know that it can't be all action, all the time, Clyde. But I can't help but feel like I'm stifled with so little to do."

"I see."

He sounded hurt, and she pulled away a little to look at him. "What is it?"

"You run when you get bored."

"Oh." His arm fell to his side, and she found that she missed the comfort of it around her waist. "I'm not going to run this time."

"Really? I'm supposed to believe that?"

She fought to tamp down her anger as she turned to face him. The doors opened before she could speak, and they stepped on in unison and she stabbed at the button they needed, then faced him once more. "Clyde Matthew Easter, if you really think so little of me, then I suppose we do not need to go to supper. I'm just fine going back to my apartment and sleeping for the next thirty six hours," she hissed, glaring at him.

His eyes narrowed as his lips flattened into a thin line. "If that's what you want, then fine."

It was the closest he would get to showing his anger towards her, and she defiantly tipped her chin up a tick as she clenched her jaw. "What I want is to get rid of this headache, feel like I'm important, and sleep in my lover's arms. However, I can see now that all three of those wants are going to go unfulfilled this evening."

Blinking back angry tears, she looked away from him to stare at a spot high above his shoulder as she fought not to cry, not to show him how much he had hurt her with his casual dismissal. A heavy silence reigned over the car as they made their way down to the ground floor.

As the doors slid open, she tried to dash out, only to have Clyde pull her back inside, close the doors, and turn the elevator off. This riled her up and she whirled around to glare at him, her chest heaving with the force of her breaths. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

"This." He framed her face with his hands and pressed his lips against hers in a bruising, harsh, kiss. At first, Emily fought the kiss, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing that he was getting to her, but it was too overwhelming, and she relented, her arms closing around his waist as she molded herself to his body, thrusting her tongue against his lips so that she could duel with him there.

He chuckled a little against her lips as his hands skimmed down her back to cup her ass and bring her pelvis in against him. She could feel how much he desired her and that was what finally broke through the haze of desire and anger. "I'm not going to leave you," she whispered after she had torn her lips away from his. "I can't leave this. You have to trust me."

"God knows I'm trying, Emily. You haven't really had a great track record when it comes to sticking around, though."

She let out a soft, heartsick, chuckle. "You can thank my mother for that one. She never seemed to want to stick in one ambassadorship for very long. There were always better ones just around the corner, and we were moving once again. It's so easy to just let go when you don't put down roots. Do I belong here, with you?"

"Yes," he whispered before hugging her tightly, the earlier passion cooling to something much different, much sweeter. This time, she let herself cry a little as they embraced. "All right, why don't we change this date to Chinese food in bed while we watch the Yank version of House of Cards. That Michael Gill fellow is quite the actor."

"That sounds like an excellent plan, Clyde." He turned the elevator back on and opened the doors, and she cuddled in close, walking in step with him as they exited the building. "Though I'm partial to Kevin Spacey myself. He reminds me a little of you."

He picked up on the gentle teasing in her voice and laughed. "Only you, darling. Only you."