Author's Note: Good evening. I moved my RL plans to Monday. I have the day off then and the movies will help me decide which fic to make next week's Fic of the Week more easily. That and I'm scared to go out of my house after dark due to some less than legal activities on my street involving guns, drugs, and at least one live in prostitute across the street. My family and I have been safe so far but yeah…I definitely have a self imposed curfew now. Anyway, I'm glad you guys approved of the action last chapter and it's time for a little more. It's not lemon but it's interesting. I certainly enjoyed writing it. Enjoy today's chapter.

Disclaimer: "Honestly, it's not mine!"

He really hadn't intended to kiss her outright.

Really, he hadn't. He had just wanted to talk to her about whatever the hell was going on between them and go from there. If she rejected him, then he'd ask to stay over so he wouldn't do anything Needle stupid and chalk it up to another woman related failure, rightfully reminding himself that her friendship was way more important than his hormones any day.

If she didn't, he'd ask her out on the spot. He'd take her someplace nice that she liked after work, keep up the awkward openness he had been showing her, and then…then, if she let him, then he'd kiss her. Chastely. Quickly. No tongue or grabbing hands. He had been raised and raised himself to be a gentleman and Emily deserved a little bit of wooing. A lot of wooing, actually because she was Emily and awesome and very, very special to him.

All his plans went out the window as soon as she opened the door.

While most men found women to be most attractive when they were all gussied up (or completely naked…), Reid loved it when a woman was covered up and au natural. No makeup, no frills, and a little bit of skin was enough to get his figurative motor running.

Seeing Emily in her pajamas with her hair secured by pencils and fresh nail polish on her feet had made him…for lack of a better word, snap. He had grabbed her and gone to town with tongue and teeth, gripping the back of her head to keep her in place. Shockingly, she purred and bit him right back, shoving him into the side of her kitchen counter, leading to their current state of…what was his state?

Gently but firmly, he broke the kiss and moved her a good 2 feet out of reach. Both of them were panting and he fought back a moan as her lips swelled before his eyes.

"Em…Emily?"

"What?"

He gulped at the annoyance in her tone and asked tentatively, "What does this mean?"

The annoyance was replaced by surprise and…shyness? Why was she shy? If she was acting shy around him then…oh. Oh!

"You mean you don't know?"

"I've got an idea but I might be wrong."

"Well, I don't know about you but I've been feeling…things for you. New things. Different things. Romantic and dirty things. That's why I haven't been sleeping."

"And your nails?"

"Nervous tic."

"Ah. Well, that makes things a lot easier. I came here to tell you that I've been feeling…things for you and to either be rejected or to ask you out. I take it since you didn't shoot me or try bite the tip of my tongue off, you're open to the latter?"

"I am."

"Good because…there's…I remember you saying that you liked classic movies and there's a showing of The Godfather at a small theater near my place on Saturday so I was…provided that we don't get a case, would you like to join me?"

"That would be great."

"Really?"

"Yep."

"Great. That's…that's really great, Emily."

"Yes, it is."

Silence.

"I should go now."

"You don't have to. There's pizza on the way and First Contact's coming on HBO in about 20 minutes. It would be great if you could stay."

"I…I'd like that."