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A/n this idea is a result of the power outage we had this week. The timeframe for this is right after Birthright.

A single candle threw its golden glow over Spencer's bed as Emily tugged down the comforter, two extra blankets and sheets. "Why does the power always go out on cold winter nights?"

Spencer pulled off his robe and climbed into the bed. "Well, some people would say that it's bad luck, but the odds of a power failure in the winter – "

"Spencer, not now. I'm cold, and I want to warm up with you."

"All you had to do was ask," Spencer said and reached for her when she joined him.

Emily rolled her eyes and lightly smacked his shoulder. "That's not what I meant."

Spencer smirked at her and tugged her close. "Body heat is the most efficient way of warming in cold environments."

"And I'm sure you're thrilled about that particular statistic."

"No need to sound so irritated, but yes, I am," Spencer said and hissed when her feet touched him. "Your feet are frozen."

"No kidding. The power's been off all day. It must be fifty degrees in here."

"Sixty-eight, actually," Spencer said and tried to pull away when Emily tugged on his hair.

"So, what now. It's eight pm, and I'm bored." Emily said.

"I told you I have a great idea to pass the time," Spencer said and kissed her.

"We are not having sex, mister. We're going to act like mature adults and have a conversation."

Spencer rolled to his back. "What do you want to talk about?"

"Something other than work for a change. Our last case – well, let's pick another topic."

"Alright. How's your mom? I know you talked to her yesterday, and it wasn't a great conversation." Spencer said as he played with her hair.

"The same old things we always talk about. She thinks working for the FBI is a phase. She thinks it's too dangerous, and she wondered when I'm going to get married and have kids."

Spencer coughed, and Emily smiled. "You're the one that wanted to know what we talked about, Spencer. Don't freak out on me now."

Spencer looked at her in the dim light of the candle and touched her face. "I'm not freaking out."

"Spencer."

"Okay, it's something we never talked about, Emily. Do you want to have that conversation now?"

Emily shivered and pulled the covers up to her chin. "We don't have anything thing else to do and – well, what do you think?"

"I think we shouldn't let your mother pressure us. I do love you, Emily, but I'm still trying to deal with an addiction, and well, I'm not sure I'm ready for marriage and kids."

Emily nodded her head. "I'm glad you said that because I agree. I'm not getting any younger, but I love my job, and I love spending all my free time with you without the pressure of marriage."

"So, do you think that someday you'd want to be Mrs. Dr. Reid," Spencer asked and chuckled at the expression on her face.

"Cute. Yes, one day, we'll revisit marriage and kids if you want. I'm going to keep my last name for professional purposes. I hope you're okay with that," Emily said.

"You and I have the same rights as individuals, so I will support whatever you decide. I love you."

"Love you too."

They were silent for a long time. Emily cuddled up with Spencer. "I hope the electricity returns soon because I'm not remotely sleepy and missing my show."

Spencer laughed. "You have a show?"

"Yes."

"Hm, let me guess," Spencer studied her face. "It's that FBI profiler show Garcia was talking about last week."

"You don't have to guess," Emily said. "That was easy for a real profiler."

'So why that show when you are a profiler. Don't you want to forget work?"

"Yes, but it's funny to watch how Hollywood thinks we do our jobs."

Spencer continued to stare at Emily until she said, "What?"

"I'm wondering if that's the only reason you watch the show," Spencer inquired.

Emily looked at the ceiling instead of making eye contact. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Spencer threw off the covers, and Emily yelped. "Hey."

"The truth," Spencer said as Emily yanked them back in place.

"The truth is that there are a couple of good-looking guys that play my favorite characters. Are you happy now?"

Spencer shrugged. "Celebrity crushes are harmless unless you're mentally unstable. You're quite sane, and you're here with me in my bed, so I'm fine with it."

Emily opened her mouth and cheered when the lights flickered on, and the heat began to pump out blessed warmth into the room. "Finally," she said. "it's about time." She threw back the covers and was about to rise when Spencer grabbed her arm. "Where are you going?"

"The power is on. I can still catch the last half-an-hour of my show."

Spencer's eyebrows went up. "It's still cold and will take some time to warm-up."

Emily sighed, and then she laughed. "I'm just kidding. What do I need with a couple of stuck-up actors on a show when I have you?"

Spencer turned pink in the cheeks. "Thanks."

"Want to play chess, or maybe poker," Emily asked as Spencer blew out the candle.

"No," he said and wiggled his eyebrows. "The heat is on, we have electricity, and there's no reason for more conversation."

"God," Emily said and sat down. "Is that all you think about?"

"Yes, because I love you, and you're so beautiful. I can't help myself."

"I will make you a deal. Tomorrow night if we don't have a case."

"Agreed." Spencer kissed her.

"What was that for," Emily said.

"Preview of tomorrow night."

"Funny," Emily said. "Come on," she gestured to the door.

"Right behind you."