#borderline by ari / sofia by clairo!!

[spenciss]

borderline *ೃ༄ fem!reader x emily prentiss

somewhere along the way, the lines separating friends and lovers blur together.

“emily?” you call out, walking out of the bedroom and feeling something brush against your leg. “oh, hello sergio.”

you bend down to pet the small kitten, scooping him up in your arms as he purrs. “where’s your mom, baby?”

“right here,” you hear, prompting you to turn around as a smile stretches on your lips at the familiar voice, “i was in the other room. hotch called.”

your smile falters, knowing what was next. “you’re leaving?”

reluctantly, she nods. “i’m meeting them at the plane though, so i have some time.” she tries to alleviate your disappointment, stepping closer to you.

you let sergio roam free, watching him walk around emily’s calves, meowing softly.

she steps even closer. casually, her lips brush against yours, a smile that mirrors yours lighting up her face. “i’m on vacation next week.”

you breathe a laugh, “last time you said that we had to cancel our trip to hawaii.”

arms circle around your neck, lips so close you’re tempted to lean in for another kiss.

emily knows she doesn’t have any more excuses.

she also knows you’ll see through every one of her bullshit lies.

“if i say it’s a non-refundable trip, i might have some leeway.” she grins, not able to resist the upturn of your lips, leaning in to capture your grin with hers.

you pull away, rolling your eyes. “you wouldn’t do that to your team.”

“i’d do it for you.” she replies, not missing a beat.

and you’re stunned. because this is emily.

emily as in ‘i-can’t-commit-to-relationships’ emily.

and from what you’re hearing, she’s beginning to tiptoe over the clear boundaries you both had made.

but you only smile bashfully, seeming to not mind as you succumb to her flirting. “you’re too much, emily.”

she grins in reply, “you love it.”

sergio meows, stepping between you guys. he lays down and you both look at each other.

“someone was feeling left out.” you say.

emily chuckles, bending down to pick him up. “so spoiled,” she kisses his head, “i wonder who made him like this.”

you kiss her cheek, soft and quick, but it speaks volumes. “like mother like son.”

“emily?” you call, hearing keys jingle and familiar footsteps sounding within your apartment.

she rounds the corner and you smile, eyes crinkling solely at the sight of her. “emily!”

she chuckles, situating herself in your living room.

emily nods toward your laptop. “what are you working on?”

you sigh, “don’t even get me started,” you push the device away from you, letting your head fall onto your table, “work has me doing the job of two people.”

“what?” she says, coming toward you. “what’s up with that?”

“i’m supposed to be working on this with one of my colleagues. it’s a presentation we’re going to give to the HR managers at the end of the month.” you meet her gaze, then her lips, before continuing, “and my partner is deadweight.”

“that’s horrible, baby.” she replies, “can you ask to be with someone else?”

you shrug, “probably. but it’s not a big deal—i already finished ninety percent of it… and it’s not even like it’s world-impacting work. i don’t mind doing it on my own.”

“that doesn’t matter,” emily says, “if you’re paired up with someone, they’re expected to do their share of the work, babe. but i get it,” she presses a kiss to your forehead, and it’s so casual it feels like she’s your girlfriend. “just say something next time?”

you nod, a little dazed. “i will.”

she manages to pull you away from work, luring you into the comfort of your bed. you had your head resting on her arm, cuddled into her side.

you feel yourself drifting off.

it feels right to be sleeping next to her.

“would you hate me if i asked this question?” you mumbled, hiding your face.

emily hums, holding you a little bit tighter. “i’d never hate you.”

“but what if i said i wanted us to be official?”

she doesn’t reply and your chest sinks. you sigh, shutting your eyes. “forget it.”

“no!” she exclaims, soft and almost unsure. “i want us to be official too.”

your eyes are still closed. “so what’s stopping us?”

emily rubs your shoulder, contemplating her answer. she exhales softly, kissing your head.

“you know what i do for a living... i didn’t want to put you in danger.” she whispers, “i’m worried that i can’t keep you safe.”

“you don’t need to worry about that, em.” you reply quietly. “just worry about waking up next to me for the rest of your life.”

she laughs, quiet and little bashful. “i’d definitely be worried with the breakfast you make—if you can even call it that.”

“hey!” you chide playfully, “that was a one time thing.”

“yeah,” she retorts, “because i took over breakfast after that.”

you tilt your head up to see her beaming. you lean up and cup her face in your hands, capturing her lips with yours. “stay with me?”

she chases your lips. “i’m not going anywhere.”

you’re sitting in the passenger side, hand intertwined with emily’s. the radio is quietly humming through your car, filling the silence.

“i’m nervous.” you admit, although she already knew.

emily only smiles. “you look beautiful, don’t worry.”

“aren’t you worried your mom’s gonna kill us?” you whisper, thumb gently running over her hand.

“she’ll get over it.” emily says, shrugging, “she’s had to get over worse.”