Inspiration struck and my reviewers asked for it so here is a second chapter.

A private dinner between two agents takes an unexpected turn...

Saturday had come quicker than Emily had anticipated. As soon as she got off work on Friday she headed to the store to stock up on supplies for dinner. Morgan had wanted a steak dinner so she picked up two beautiful steaks at the butchers counter. She spent Friday night cleaning and making sure her home was perfect as she wanted to make a good impression. On Saturday morning she rose earlier and prepared the food she could in advance. Then she hit the gym to work off some of the nervous energy she had been carrying around all week. By late afternoon she was getting ready and surprised herself at the effort she was putting in. She did her nails and spent more time on her hair than she did in a whole week. She even spent time picking the right dress. She never thought about what to wear at work. It was always black pants and a shirt or t-shirt depending on the activity. Tonight though, she was having dinner with Morgan and she couldn't decide whether to dress up or keep it casual.

It was almost 7pm on Saturday when Morgan arrived at Emily's door. He was a little early but he couldn't wait any longer. All week they had kept their dinner a secret from the team because it would only lead to questions neither wanted to answer, but they had exchanged flirtatious glances and he was nervous that their behaviour would be picked up on by the others. He was thankful when the week ended without any new case to drag them away and he could head home.

Raising his hand Morgan knocked on Emily's door three times, then waited...and waited. He knew she hadn't forgotten as just the day before she had asked if he was allergic to anything so she didn't accidentally poison him. Just as he was about to knock again he heard some scuffling then the door swung open. Emily stood before him looking radiant in a deep purple v-neck knee length dress with capped sleeves. Emily stared at Morgan for a moment longer than necessary. He was dressed head to toe in black, from his black leather jacket to the black shirt and black pants. He always looked good in black.

"My mom taught me to never turn up empty handed." He smiled and handed her a delicate bouquet of lilies which brought a smile to Emily's face. He had picked them up on the way over, remembering he overheard her tell JJ they were her favourite flowers several weeks ago.

"I love lilies. Thank you." She replied as she accepted the bouquet and stepped aside to let Morgan in. "Come in, I'll go put these in water."

Morgan followed Emily down the hall to her kitchen. Once inside he could smell the dinner she was cooking and it smelled good. Then he noticed the two large porterhouse steaks on the counter, ready and waiting to be grilled.

"Steak." He smiled.

"It's what you wanted." She replied while she located a vase for the flowers and set about cutting the stems and arranging the flowers in the vase. Morgan slipped off his jacket and took a seat on one of the bar stools at the breakfast bar.

"Wine?" Emily asked. Her nerves had kicked in and she worried her voice would give her away if she spoke more than one or two words. Morgan nodded and she poured him a glass of red from the bottle she had already opened. She had already had a glass (and a half) earlier when her nerves threatened to get the better of her. She didn't know what she was letting herself in for and that scared her.

She set about finishing dinner and cooking the steaks and Morgan kept the conversation going. He could sense she was a little unsure about having him in her home so he wanted to put her at ease. When their dinner was almost ready Emily told Morgan to go ahead and take a seat at the dining table. She had already set the table and though she rarely used it herself, she figured Morgan would want to eat his dinner off a table and not a tray on her couch. The effort she had put in was not overlooked by Morgan. He saw the red placemats set opposite each other, the silver crockery and the two red candles in the middle of the table and smiled. It looked like a very romantic setting.

"Have a seat." She told him. "I'll be right back with our dinner." She turned on her heels and disappeared back to the kitchen. Morgan settled into one of the large oak chairs. He had to admit the Emily Prentiss he was seeing tonight was very different to the woman he knew from work. He had always imagined a fridge covered in take-out menus and a well used microwave. But her home looked well lived in and well cared for, despite the amount of time she spent away from it. Emily returned a few minutes later with two plates in her hands. After placing one down in front of Morgan she set her own down and gracefully took the seat opposite him.

"Bon appetite." She smiled.

Thirty minutes later and after a surprisingly easy conversation on their shared interest in literature, Kurt Vonnegut aside, both their plates were empty and Morgan leaned back in his chair, satisfied.

"That was amazing Emily." He grinned. "I had no idea you were such a great cook."

"I don't cook much." She shrugged. "It's not the same when it's just you, you know."

"Yeah." Morgan nodded. Making a dinner was a lot of effort when there was no-one else to appreciate it.

"Why don't you grab a seat in the lounge while I clear this."

"Hey, you cooked, the least I can do is help you clean." He told her as he picked up his own plate and started towards the kitchen. Emily watched him for a moment, wondering how some lucky woman had not already snapped him up.

In the kitchen, Emily stood at the sink washing the dishes with Morgan at her side, drying them. She felt momentarily uneasy at how natural it seemed for her and Morgan to be doing this. They operated like a well oiled machine, just like they did at work. Suddenly she felt a wet spot on her arm. When she looked up, Morgan was laughing as he blew soap bubbles at her from the plate he held.

"Morgan." She playfully scolded.

"Sorry." He replied laughing. A moment later he felt a wet patch on his cheek and turned to see Emily laughing, with a dollop of soap bubbles in her hand.

"Oh, it's on baby." He lunged at her and grabbed a handful of bubbles from the bowl in the sink but before he could do anything, Emily pressed both her bubble filled hands against his cheeks. He reacted immediately and grabbed her wrists, pulling her close to him. For a moment the two were locked in an intense stare then suddenly, Morgan let go of her hands, realising things were moving in a direction he wasn't sure they should be taking.

"I think these are done." Emily gasped. "Coffee?" she asked, making an excuse to move away from the handsome profiler. As they separated, the atmosphere slowly returned to normal and Morgan chatted away as she made the coffee.

Fifteen minutes later the pair had moved into the lounge. Emily stood by the CD player and looked for some music to play. Coffee was in a cafetiere on the table brewing and Morgan was relaxing on the couch, his arm stretched across the back.

Emily finally found the CD she wanted, slipped it in and pressed play. The sound of smooth jazz began to fill the room as Emily took a seat next to Morgan. They both felt the awkwardness of the moment. To Emily, it was reminiscent of a blind date when you run out of things to talk about.

"I didn't figure you for a jazz fan Emily." Morgan finally broke the silence.

"It makes for good background music, it isn't distracting."

"And it's good to dance to." Morgan smirked.

"Sounds like you've been to a jazz club or two." She smiled. "Is that one of your date hot-spots?"

"You got me." He laughed. "The ladies love to dance."

"Not me." Emily shook her head.

"Come on, you're kidding right?"

"No. I'm probably the most uncoordinated woman you will ever meet."

"I don't believe that." Morgan smiled and began to stand up.

"What are you doing?"

"We're going to dance and I'm going to prove that anyone can do it, no matter how uncoordinated they think they are." He extended his hand down and Emily looked at it warily. Finally she slipped her hand into his and he pulled her to her feet.

A moment later he took her into his arms and he could tell immediately she was not used to dancing. She was stiff and standing too far from him.

"Come on, you gotta loosen up a little Prentiss." He told her.

"Sorry, I don't dance." She reiterated.

"Here." He took one of her hands and moved it so it rested on his shoulder. With his hand on her waist and the other holding her hand, he pulled her closer to him and began to sway. Emily suddenly burst out laughing.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." She giggled as she tucked a lock of hair behind her ears.

"You could give a man a complex you know that." He told her. "Just relax and go with the beat." He pulled her in close and slid his hand round from her waist to her back. They moved together, slow and close for several minutes, their bodies moving in time to the music. Then Emily made the mistake of looking up into his eyes. He was staring at her with a look she had only seen a glimpse of once before, at the gym earlier that week. She couldn't tear her eyes away and found herself leaning closer and tilting her head up. At the same time Morgan leaned down and before either realised what was happening, their lips met in a soft and gently kiss. Morgan began to deepen the kiss and lifted one hand to cradle the back of her head. Emily responded to him, wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling their bodies together. Suddenly, Morgan's cell began to ring and it snapped the two back to reality. They flew apart, unable to look at each other, awash with embarrassment. The Emily heard her cell ringing on the coffee table.

"It's probably work." Emily mumbled as she raised her hand to her lips, finding them swollen from Morgan's kiss.

"Uh, yeah." Morgan replied. "I should get that." He reached into his pocket and pulled out his cell and answered. Emily picked hers up off the coffee table and moved into the kitchen to take it. She had been right. It was JJ calling to tell her she was needed at work for an urgent case. Morgan must have got the same news from Hotch.

"So, we're needed at the office." She said, unable to look him in the eyes.

"Yeah, I can drive if you'd like. I only had two glasses."

"Okay, great. Just let me get changed first." She said. But as she moved to leave, Morgan grabbed her arm.

"Emily." His voice was low and quiet. She turned and finally looked at him, her eyes wide with the shock of what the two had just done.

"Uh, about the uh..." he stammered. Emily had never seen Morgan stammer his words before.

"Yeah, I know. We should..."

"It's best that we...I mean we can't..." Neither wanted to say it was a mistake and that they shouldn't have done it as neither felt that way. But they knew it couldn't happen again and though their words didn't say so, they both knew that was what had to happen.

"I'll be changed in a couple of minutes." She told him as he dropped her arm and stuffed his hands in his pockets. He couldn't help but wonder if he had just ruined everything with Emily. He didn't mean to kiss her. He hadn't planned to kiss her. It had just happened. All he knew was that he couldn't let himself be in a similar position again as he didn't know if he could restrain himself. He had previously kept his attraction to her in check but now that he had taken it that step further, his feelings were running wild.

When Emily walked to her bedroom to change, she had to stop and take a moment to catch her breath. It had been a long time since someone had kissed her like that. There was so much passion, so much desire. She felt wanted and by someone unexpected. She knew she was attracted to him but she was never sure he was as attracted to her. But he started the kiss, he deepened it, and they only stopped because of the phone calls. She wondered what might have happened if they hadn't been called to work and was surprised at the rising feelings of disappointment. Had she lost her chance?

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