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A/n this takes place between Limelight and Damaged.

Emily yawned and stretched, then sighed. The light outside promised to be a grey and ugly day. March had decided to come in like a lion with five inches of snow. The upside to the storm meant that everyone not essential was to stay home. Hotch had told them last night to stay put until called back.

A movement next to her showed Spencer returning to life, as it were. He turned over and opened his lovely brown eyes. "Hi," he rasped.

"Hi yourself," Emily greeted, then kissed him. "Storm appears to be over, but I haven't looked out the window to be sure."

"I hope so," Spencer said with a yawn.

"At least we don't have to get up and fight the traffic to go in."

Spencer slid over to her and pulled her into his arms. "Good. Let's celebrate our freedom."

Emily smirked down at him. "What did you have in mind?"

Spencer slid a hand under Emily's tee-shirt. "Ringing any bells for you."

"Yes," she blew out a shaking breath as his mouth began to do amazing things to her collarbone.

"Glad to know I haven't lost my touch."

Later, Emily sighed and hugged Spencer tight. "I feel like I could go back to sleep."

Spencer snorted laughter. "I thought I was your wake-up call, Emily."

"You are, usually, but today I want to lie here and go back to sleep. I think it's the snow. A big storm always makes me want to hibernate."

"Emily bears hibernate, not humans." Spencer teased.

"I know that, but I thought we could stay here since we have the day off," Emily said and grinned. Spencer wiggled his eyebrows and kissed her.

"To sleep, dear. You've had your fun, and now I want to sleep."

"Emily, why do you insist that you didn't enjoy our lovemaking. I was there, remember. I have perfect hearing, and you said –"

Emily put her hands over his mouth. "I know what I said, babe. You don't have to repeat it. Anyway, I was humoring you."

Spencer rolled his eyes. "Emily, I'm a profiler. I know when someone is lying to me."

Emily studied him, and then she kissed him until he had to push her away to breathe. "Alright, I give up. You're right."Emily said.

"I knew it," Spencer said.

"Don't get smart, or I'll kick you out of my bed."

"I don't have to get smart, Emily. I am a genius." Spencer said and then winked at her.

"I will make you pay for that," Emily threatened.

"Whatever you have planned, I can deal with it," Spencer assured her.

"I don't have anything planned," Emily remarked. "I'm biding my time."

"Really?"

"Have you ever heard the expression, revenge is a dish best-served cold?"

"Yes. It's a Klingon proverb."

Emily reached for Spencer, but he scrambled out of bed. Instead of pursuing him, she sat back and stared at him. "Nice," she said and smirked.

Spencer looked down and remembered that he was naked. "Damn," he hissed and jumped back into bed. "Not funny, Emily."

"Yes, it was."

"Are you happy now?" Spencer grumbled and pulled the blanket up to his chin.

"No, I'm still bidding my time."

"Fine, then I'll respect your wish to sleep," Spencer promised and burrowed into his pillow.

"I'm awake now," Emily announced and got out of bed. She pulled on her robe and said. "I'm making fresh coffee. You want to skip it?"

Spencer opened one eye and glared at her. "No," he said. "I'll be out in a few minutes. Going to shower first."

"Sounds good to me."

"Emily?"

"Yes," she stopped at the doorway.

"Are you going to give me a hint regarding your revenge?"

"Nope, you'll find out when I'm ready."

"Great, can't wait," Spencer grumbled while Emily walked away, smirking.