Reid wrapped his right arm around Prentiss' waist and held her right hand in his left. Prentiss' left hand was resting on Reid's shoulder. She was smooth, comfortable. Reid could sense that she was accustomed to this. Reid, on the other hand, was not. He wasn't a dancer. He certainly didn't dance with girls. He was stiff. Prentiss could tell that his hands were clammy.

But she didn't care. It didn't matter to her that he was inexperienced, or that he was young.

What mattered was that he was sweet, and kind, and caring. What mattered was that when she was at her lowest and her most vulnerable, he stuck with her. What mattered was that he looked absolutely stunning in a tuxedo.

They were slowly swaying to the Moonlight Sonata. Reid had loved the piece as a child. His mother would play records of it occasionally. It made him feel tranquil, calm, peaceful.

Reid cleared his throat awkwardly. "I was, um, just wondering. Why did you invite me to this? I mean, I'm sure you have your fair pick of dates…"

Prentiss looked down and left, and gazed back up at Reid and laughed. "I don't know, exactly. Well, I do, but I'm not sure how to phrase it. I just, I wanted to get to know you better, you know? I mean, we work together, but there's obviously something there, and I knew that you'd fit in perfectly at this event, and I just thought that you'd make a good escort."

Reid was processing, but it came across as blank and cold. Damn, Prentiss thought frantically. Did I just scare him? Does he not feel the same way? He has to. In the bathroom, he was… well, if he didn't like me he wouldn't have done that, right?

"I just mean, well, you know, this would be, well-"

"Emily!" Reid laughed. "Stop freaking out. I- I agree. And I'm so glad you invited me to this. And there is something here. I most definitely have reciprocal feelings for you. But you have to understand. I'm a little new at this whole "girlfriend-boyfriend" thing. So you'll have to deal with my mistakes and just teach me."

"Girlfriend-boyfriend?" Prentiss gasped.

"Yeah. Is that-?"

"Yes," Prentiss rushed. "Yes, that's perfect."

"Are you sure? Because-"

"Yes. I'm positive, Reid. Absolutely."

Prentiss just smiled at Reid. She couldn't think of anything else. Just how happy she was.

"Reid, I- thank you. For everything."

Reid smiled. "My pleasure." Prentiss swore she saw a wink. She bit her lip and blushed.

Reid couldn't take it anymore. Prentiss was gorgeous and sexy and beautiful, but when she bit her lip, something sparked inside of him. He moved his left to caress her cheek, and slowly he leaned in. Their lips met in a soft but passionate kiss. Prentiss pulled back, and smiled at Reid. Then it was her turn to lean in and meet Reid's lips with her own. She massaged the back of his neck while he pulled her in closer. Prentiss couldn't remember the last time things had felt so perfect…

"EMILY!" Ambassador Prentiss shrieked.