February 2026
Emily was a terrible patient. Every night when we met back in the residence, she complained about having to sit at a desk all day. She was going stir crazy being relegated to paperwork and planning. I had to tell on her to Hotchner when I caught her come in one evening, glistening with sweat from a run. She wasn't too happy with me when I lectured her and then the next morning she was lectured again by Aaron. But I'd take a grumpy Em for a day or two over having to take her back in the hospital.
But one good thing did come from Emily being assigned desk duty. She had ample time to plan a nice Valentine's dinner for us. The residence looked absolutely gorgeous when I came home the night of the fourteenth. She had strung up twinkle lights around the dining room and decorated the table with candles. Their glow captured the bubbles in the champagne so beautifully.
Emily greeted me when I walked in, kissing me quickly. "Happy Valentine's Day, baby." I pulled her back in for a deeper kiss, incredibly touched that she went to all this trouble.
"It looks great, Emily. Thank you for doing this for me. Can I have a few minutes to freshen up?" She pulled me closer and kissed me again.
"Make it quick," she said, letting me go.
I rushed to my room and quickly put on the lace lingerie I bought for tonight. I hoped she liked it. Every time I bought something new for her, she cherished me like I was the most precious gift she'd ever received. It made me feel so powerful. I was excited to see how she reacted to this deep, burgundy set.
When I came back out, Emily was standing by the table, leaning so casually. I looked her up and down. Her legs looked a mile long and I wanted them squeezing my head as I buried it between her thighs. I also noticed she wasn't wearing a shirt - just a lace bralette underneath her buttoned suit jacket. She looked like pure sex. So powerful. I couldn't wait to see what Emily had in store for tonight.
"Fuck me, Em. You look so damn good," I complimented. She smiled shyly. It never failed to amuse me when my confident Emily became so bashful. She didn't respond - just pulled my chair out, waiting for me to sit down.
"This looks and smells great, thank you baby," I said as she kissed me on the head.
"Want to thank me?" she asked with a glint of mischief in her eye.
Thinking she was about to say something filthy, I batted my lashes at her and said, "Of course I do, ma'am."
"Tell Hotch you have to have me on the trip to Europe so I can get off desk duty, please."
I laughed loudly at my dirty mind's expectations and the actual request that came out of her mouth. "You know that's not up to me."
"But it is up to you. You could tell him."
"I won't contradict the doctor's orders. Have you been cleared to be in the field?" I asked, knowing she hadn't.
"I have my ten week check-up next week," she informed me.
"Wow! Ten weeks already," I mused.
She scoffed and mumbled out, "Don't sound so surprised. It's been AGES."
I looked at her in sympathy. I knew how badly she was struggling. "Well," I started, "Your check-up is before the Europe trip, so you'll be cleared to be in the field by then. There's no need to go over the doctor's head here."
"But I could be in the field now," she whined.
"It's just a week or so left. Besides, do you really want to be talking about this now, anyway?" I asked, gesturing to our romantic dinner.
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