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A/n 2 a little more than talk in this chapter, but nothing graphic. Please enjoy.

After crawling into her bed and snuggling under clean cotton blend sheets and her huge duvet, Emily sighed in pleasure. She found it exceptionally comfortable on a winter night to wrap up in cozy warmth, especially with a beautiful man who loved her.

"Hm…."

"Is that all you have to say?" Spencer said from beside her.

Emily spooned his back and slid her hands under his teeshirt. "Hi, handsome." She felt him jolt a little, still not used to her hands-on bare flesh despite months together. Then, he relaxed and moaned a little as she ran her hands over his chest. "What do you want to talk about?"

Spencer turned over to face her. "I'm sorry I'm still a little skittish about your touch on my skin."

"Well, I guess I shouldn't be surprised you'd pick up on my concern even without eye contact," Emily said.

The light from one lamp illuminated Spencer's face as he reached out and pushed a strand of hair behind Emily's left ear. She caught his hand and brought it to her lips. Spencer smiled and said, "Actually, I flinched because your hands were a little cold."

"Oh, well, that's good to know."

"Emily, you don't have to try so hard not to make me feel uncomfortable. I adore your touch. You make me feel loved."

"Good, because I feel the same about you," Emily said as her legs tangled with his, and she found a new location for her hands.

"Hm – Emily," Spencer breathed out in a rush several minutes later. "You have talented hands."

"And, they're nice and warm now," Emily said as she watched his eyes, dark with passion and the smile he never showed unless he felt – sated.

Spencer laughed and rolled to his back. "How did I get through months after Georgia without your love?"

"You don't need me, Spencer. You're strong enough on your own. It's one of the many things I love about you."

Spencer shifted to his left side and tugged her back into his arms. "I will always need you, Emily Prentiss. You remind me that I am capable, and that's worth more than you will ever know."

"Good, because I feel the same about you, Dr. Spencer Reid."

"Oh, you're using my title. What have I done?"

Emily chuckled a little. "Nothing. I wanted to reiterate my point, that's all."

Spencer stroked her back lazily and kissed the top of her head. "Thanks for suggesting we stay at your place. Your bed is much more comfortable."

"You think so?"

"Yes."

"if that's the way you feel, then I think you owe me for – your moment."

Spencer met her eyes and shook his head. "I'm not sure what you're talking about, Emily."

Emily shifted and straddled him in one quick movement as she drew off her pajama top. "Ringing any bells for you, lover?"

Emily watched his eyes flicker and his Adam's Apple bob up and down. 'Uh, yeah," he squeaked. "I -think I remember."

"Then, show me how – grateful you are."

"With pleasure," Spencer said and reared up to kiss her. He tumbled her over on her back and stared down into her eyes. "I love you, Emily, more than you'll ever know."

"I love you, too, Spencer Reid."