Author's Note: Good evening, everyone. Okay, so every week I'm gonna update this. I apologize to you guys who looking for a Wednesday chapter. Blizzards and cooking hearty 3 day leftover food wipes me out. I'm still wiped from work and digging my family out but I wanted to get this chapter out today. I hope everyone's intact out there and enjoyed their chosen annual celebration.

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

"I am not putting those on! Where did you even find those?!"

"In the way back of your underwear drawer, Em. You know, I never thought you'd be a sheer thong type of woman. I was thinking more of a corset and stockings combo. And boots. Kinky boots with a riding crop."

"I don't think Reid would be down with a riding crop, Pen. Fuzzy handcuffs, though…"

Emily groaned at the twin mischievous grins on their faces and snatched the red sheer thong from Garcia. Chucking it onto the dresser, she pulled out a pair of lavender cheeky boyshorts and the matching demi bra. Putting them on, she crossed her bedroom and pulled out two dresses, holding them up. One was a boat necked black sheath and the other was a magenta pull over v neck with a full skirt.

"All right, you two cackling hens. Which one?"

"The v-neck. It shows boobs."

"Garcia!"

"Don't you 'Garcia' me, woman. You know that the good doctor would appreciate the view. Not like he doesn't already."

"I shouldn't have invited you... JJ?"

"Spence is a breast man.", the media liaison replied matter of factly.

And she would know better than anyone. After putting the black dress away, Emily pulled it on and nodded at the way it fell on her. Not too long but not too short, either. Using her fingers, she combed the curls she had put in back in place and pulled a pair of black leather boots out from under the bed. She rolled on two white ankle socks and pulled the boots on, noting how the 2 inch heels made her legs look longer. With a little liner and tinted lip butter, she was ready for action.

"You look great, sugarplum. He'll love it."

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Reid knocked on the door firmly and stepped back two steps, holding the pink rose he had gotten for her tightly. A whole flock of bird sized butterflies were in his stomach but he was more excited than nervous. Emily Prentiss was going on a date with him that was actually a date. The Redskins game with JJ didn't really count. The setup had been Gideon's doing and after the first quarter, he could feel her put him firmly in a box labeled 'Friend/ Awkward Little Brainy Brother'. Hopefully, that wouldn't happen with Emily.

He had on black sneakers, mismatched white and teal socks, a deep purple and sky blue argyle sweater, all colors set off by the black of his jeans. Yes, jeans. Not cords or slacks but jeans. It kind of felt like he was dressing down but tonight was a night of different Spencer. Instead of a reading thick novel or a term paper, he was out on a Saturday night and not only that, he was out with a beautiful woman. A beautiful woman that understood him and accepted him…

The door opened and he felt his mouth go dry at the sight of her.

"Wow…I mean, hi. Hi, Emily."

"Hey. Is that for me?"

"What?"

"The rose, Spencer. Is it for me?" she asked again with a hint of gentle amusement.

"Yes, it is. I remember you saying that pink roses were your favorite and I took the thorns off in the car. Well, I cut myself on the thorns first but…stop me anytime here…"

"I like hearing you talk."

"Even when I ramble like an encyclopedia or an idiot?"

"Even when you ramble like an encyclopedia or an idiot."

Warm silence descended between them and she set the rose on a table near the door. Taking a leather jacket off the coat rack, he intercepted it before she could put it on. Remembering his manners, he held it open for her and she put it on, a smile playing at her lips. Looking over her, he gave a smiling Garcia a nod of greeting and the Tech Goddess held two thumbs up.

"Have fun, you two!" JJ called from out of sight.

"We will! My place is your place!" Emily called back before closing the door with a quiet snick.

Her dark eyes were bright and lively and he just couldn't help but…

A low silvery moan entered his mouth and her thankfully healing nails dug gently into his shoulders. His tentative tongue was accepted immediately and when he let her go, she was panting softly.

"Damn…" she breathed dreamily.

Damn was an understatement.