"Ian." Emily whined, sitting on the bed by herself, her hair a curly mass as she waited impatiently for the man to come to bed.

"Patience is a virtue, love." He finally said when he crawled into bed with her. He leaned over and kissed her gently, a hand in her hair. Emily fiercely returned his kiss and Ian retaliated by wrapping an arm around her waist pressing her body against his as he craved her, wanted her and flat out needed her. She felt the same way as their passionate kissing continued and Emily's arms wrapped tightly around his neck. Ian's mouth began trailing down her jaw line in playful butterfly kisses and she giggled under the soft touch of his lips. He then began nipping and sucking her throat and she arched a bit as her arms trailed down to wrap around his waist. The lips on her neck retreated as she watches Ian wince at her touch. She pulled away, concern in her eyes.

"Lauren," He warned. "it's nothing." He tried to assure her but she was already pulling the blankets down and pulling up his white shirt and not in the fashion he had intended that night by the way things were going. She covered her mouth at the sight of his purple and swollen ribcage.

"You call this nothing, Ian?" Emily said, a slight plea in her voice as she, as gently as she could touched the area, hoping that no ribs were broken.

"Lauren, it's fine, don't fret." He told her gently, pushing a strand of hair out of her face as he saw the tears brimming in her eyes.

"But, Ian..." Her words faded as his lips found hers again and a stray tear ran down her cheek as she returned the kiss and as her arms wrapped around his neck he pulled away a but so that his blue eyes were locked onto hers.

"I'm sorry." He told her, his eyes shining as she gave him a small smile. It was that moment when Emily Prentiss realized just how much she was in over her head. She was far too personally involved, it was too late to go back. Another tear rolled down her cheek as she starred up at him.

"For what, Ian?" She asked, her voice quiet as she could swear that time had frozen. That it was just her and Ian, that Lauren Reynolds wasn't a lie, that they could have a chance to be happy. To be together.

"Worrying you." He said gently, cupping her face in his hands. "I love you." He told her, his voice like velvet as his words soothed her.

"I love you too." She told him, smiling a bit as another tear escaped her. Their lips met again as the heat and the passion folded the floor and she let him do whatever he wanted because she knew in her heart that this would be the last time.