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Emily couldn't believe Cheryl followed through with her threat. She sent Matt home after his mood didn't improve when they returned from a failed negotiation where HRT went in too late and both the HT and hostage were dead. Matt of course took full responsibility even though Emily, Cheryl and even Frank insisted he did his best. He threw a few things and after a few warnings Cheryl sent him on his way but making Emily stay to finish the paperwork. She inserted her key into the lock on his front door and opened it. She called out to the empty living room with no response so she set her things down near the couch and made her way to the bedroom.

"Matt, honey, I'm here." She called before realizing he was asleep. Emily knew that he was exhausted, but she also knew she had to do something to better his mood. She smiled as an idea formed in her head.

Emily kicked off her shoes and slipped off her socks before climbing on the bed next to her sleeping boyfriend. She straddled Matt's waist and began rubbing his shoulders and back before leaning forward and kissing his neck. Matt sighed, content to let the massage continue as Emily's hands slipped underneath his shirt. She continued to rub, releasing the tension that had built in his neck and back.

"Why don't you flip over so I can get your shirt off?" She suggested moving to give him room turn over. Emily tugged the shirt off before resuming her straddled position, this time running her hands over his bare chest.

"Em, I'm not really in the mood." He said stopping her hands and looking into her eyes.

"Yeah, I've got ways of making you feel better." Emily replied giggling at the use of his words from a previous conversation.

"Yeah what are they?" Matt questioned allowing her hands to continue their previous task as his made their way to her thighs.

"A little psycho-analysis." Emily responded grinning earning her a small smile from Matt.

"It's not going to work." Matt stated, but Emily was not deterred. She kissed him again before lifting off her own shirt.

"How about now?" She asked rubbing his chest with a little more force.

"Nope, still not feeling better." He replied trying to keep the smile off his face, wondering how far she was going to go.

She kissed a trail down his chest and stomach to the top of his pants. She unbuttoned them and he lifted his hips as she slid them off. She stood and removed her own jeans before lying down on top of him.

"How about now?" She asked again pressing her lips to his.

"Maybe a little, but I think I need a little more to make sure."

Emily straddled him once again before unhooking her bra and flinging it to the floor. Matt let out a little laugh before slipping a hand up her bare back and flipping her over. He began assaulting her body with kisses.

"I take it you're feeling better now?" She asked as his lips reached the top of her panties. He slipped his fingers under the band and quickly tossed them to the floor, his own boxers following.

"A little, but I think I'm definitely on my way to feeling great." Matt responded before lying on top of her and kissing her passionately.

"From what I can tell, you're definitely feeling something." Emily replied before slipping her hands into his thick hair and pulling his head down for a kiss.

They made love several times; getting lost in each other each one knowing that there is no place they'd rather be than here. Emily knew her plan was a success and even though it didn't take away the pain or guilt of the day it did help to put things in perspective. They both realized that focusing on the losses would only lead to more, but moving passed the bad things helped them to cherish the good.