She would be lying if she said that being out in the city, watching people watching them, didn't give her a little thrill. It was pathetic and she knew that. But those people, criminals though they may be, they respected him. They looked up to him. And to see them seeing him with her... Well. It certainly put most of the women in the city in their places. Those who thought they stood a chance. Those who wanted to get his attention for nothing more than his money or notoriety. If only she could deal with his little vampire friend, she'd be set.
But Emma didn't always want to be out in public, showing off. Him being out often led to too many things. Conversations she didn't want to overhear or news stories she wished she didn't know about. Keeping him in had multiple benefits. She couldn't always pull it off. Seducing him wasn't exactly difficult, but it only worked so often. But every time she could keep just one more person alive, one more attacker from getting their orders... Well. Why shouldn't she? And she got her man in the end, so why not?
It was good that he knew, though. That he understood that he couldn't control her. Much as she'd never try to force him. He knew where she stood and what she wanted. They both had a mutual understanding, though, that things could only go as far as the other wanted. She knew that in his heart he so badly wanted her to swallow down the insecurities and the fears and officially take her place at his side. To become that woman he had seen, the one willing to take a man down with a single shot. And she could. Oh, Emma could. She was skilled and talented, and it was sometimes easy for her to see how that other version of her had embraced her darker side. But she'd fought it off for so long, how could she even consider it now?
That smile, though... Deceptive, yes, but not lost on her. Because she read people. Not as well as his precious Sherlock, no, but she knew signs. And she knew how wicked that smile could actually be. And she knew she'd won, at least this evening.
"What's so great about food anyway?" she murmured, meeting his lips again. Her hands drifted slightly, loosening his tie and finding the top button of his shirt so they could make their way to his skin. It shouldn't have been so easy. If he weren't so damned good to her, she could have walked away. But it wasn't that simple. And yes, it had lost her the respect of most people in the city. But... "I love you," she whispered against his mouth, then pulled back, surprise in her eyes.
She hadn't meant to say that. Not really. Oh, they'd been dancing around it for quite some time. But to actually hear those words, out in the open? Impossible to pull back, impossible to delete or backspace? And there wasn't a damn thing she could do about it.