By late afternoon, they were left alone in their 'apartment.'

Ambrosia rose without a hitch and soon celebration hit the compound, they were locked away. Not that there was really anything to celebrate. The pair sat on the couch, Emmy tucked into his side as he read from a book. Emmy's attention was on his hands that were wrapped around his, she remembered the feeling on his hands on her body, through her hair, caressing her skin.

She shivered at the thought and it caught his attention. "Cold?" He asked.

Emmy shook her head and blushed. "Just thinking." She answered.

His smile could melt the coldest of hearts. "What are you thinking about?" He asked, he was unintentionally oozing charm in her direction. She could swear that her heart had stopped beating for a moment.

"You." She answered cheekily. He leaned over and pressed a kiss to her lips, she pulled him closer so that he didn't end it before she was ready. When they broke apart, he rested his forehead against hers breathing heavily that is until her breathing hitched.

He pulled back for a moment. "What's wrong?" He whispered, his thumb caressing the back of her hand.

"Can we just pretend," She whispered pressing her lips to his again, before resting her forehead against his. Her long fingers resting on his cheeks, tracing his cheek bones. "That we are in London, just the two of us and we are in your manner."

He kissed her again. "We can pretend, but if we were at home, this would be different." He said.

"Oh?" She asked, sitting up to look at him. He stood up and scooped her up in his arms, carrying her into the bedroom.

He gently laid her on the bed before crawling up the bed and straddling her with his strong legs. He peppered her face with kissed and bit at her neck with the intent of marking her. After long moments of waiting he finally captured her lips with his.

She whimpered, some of her bruises still tender but she didn't let it deter her from pulling his shirt from his waistband. Her fingers worked the buttons of his shirt and soon opened to his bare chest, hanging from his shoulders.

His hands went down her body, around her hip and down her thigh, pulling her leg around his hip so that she could feel the affect she had on him. He was hard and she gasped as he pressed against her, he kissed her deeply, his tongue meeting hers in the middle. His hands found their way under her shirt and he stopped kissing her long enough to pull it over her head. He returned to kissing her as his hands explored her chest, soon his mouth joined in the fun and he captured her left nipple in his mouth as his hands played with the right.

Emmy tossed her head back into the pillow, her fingers running through his hair. He switched to the other breast, giving it the same treatment as the other before his tongue traced her tone stomach and he pulled off the small cloth that she passed off as underwear.

He reached her most sensitive spot, rolling the sensitive flesh between his thumb and forefinger. Emmy cried out again, writhing in ecstasy as he teased her with his fingers and then his tongue. Her long fingers held the sheets to keep herself from floating away, who knew where the he had learn to do what he was doing to her. After a while she couldn't hold out much longer, her body arched into to him until he flicked over it once, twice and screaming out his name as her whole body seized before her muscles liquefied

Professor Layton pulled himself back up the bed to lay next to her as she struggled to catch her breath. He gathered her tightly against her, nuzzling her neck with his nose. When her heart rate returned to normal, she smiled at him. With a soft kiss to his lips, she rolled them over so that she was on top of him, straddling his body between her powerful thighs. He laughed in surprise at her dexterity and that he was now looking up at her, her hair cascading down her shoulders and stopping at her chest and he noted that her hair was getting long.

She leaned down to kiss him before sliding her body to his thighs in order to free him from his pants and it was his turn to gasp. She stroked it slowly, enjoying watching him squirm beneath her. His hands reached for her, only able to reach her thighs.

"I need you." He said, grabbing her hands off of him. He knew that he wouldn't last much longer and he wanted to feel her surround him. His hand swept the dip of her waist as he used his other hand to guide himself and tossed her head back as she lowered herself onto him. Her eyes closed with concentration, taking her time to swallow him up, even though she wanted him all, now.

His grip tightened on her waist, pulling her down to him harder. She felt him invade deeper into her and her eyes opened to look at him. "You're impatient." Emmy chastised.

"I cannot hold on for very long." His voice was rough He saw exasperation in her darkened eyes, by he saw something else, passion, hunger, yes but also something deeper, love and tenderness. She complied and he filled her completely.

She rocked her hips against his and he met her thrust for thrust. He pushed himself up and tented his legs behind her to push her closer to him and allowing for him to kiss her deeply.

He allowed her to be dominant for a few moments before he couldn't stand it any longer, rolling her over to her back and allowing himself to take charge of the rhythm as she cried out his name and held him close to her. He could feel her muscles clench around him and he knew that both of them were near their peaks.

Her cries got louder as she reached her climax and he wasn't far behind, spilling inside of her. He cried out her name as his muscles gave way, laying on top of her as he tried to catch his breath. Her hands rubbed his slick back as he kissed her shoulder. "I must be crushing you."

She shook her head. "I quite enjoy this." She said softly. "Thank you for allowing me to pretend."

He pushed himself up slightly to look at her. "You don't have to pretend, Emmy." He whispered. "What I feel for you is very real and it has been for a long time."

A hand cupped his cheek. "Me too." She whispered, suddenly emotional. He wiped the tears that escaped down her cheeks.

"Tell me what you are thinking." He said quietly as he watched emotions fill her face.

Emmy looked up at him. "I wish we were in London, in your bed and in the morning we get to go to work and solve puzzles." She answered. "I miss Luke."

"I know, I do too." He whispered, laying back down beside her, pulling the blanket over them and gathering her tightly in his arms. He sighed as he pressed his lips to the top of her head. "I will figure out a way to get us out of here."

She looked up with a tired smile. "I know you will." She said before burying her face into his shoulder and sighing heavily. Her hand went to down to her covered stomach, her thoughts flashing to what would happen if they were able to get free of Ambrosia. There was a good chance that she could be pregnant. So then what? Did he want to have kids before all of this or would she be tying him down because he would feel that he was obligated to raise the child and resent her for the rest of her life?

"Stop." Hershel's voice interrupted her thoughts, as he tightened his hold on her. "Whatever you're thinking about, it's upsetting you." Taking a stabling breath, she nodded and closed her eyes. "We'll get through this."

She wished that she could be so sure.