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me when femmes. when they um. when femmes um. when they like… yeah. femmes.

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In my editing era once again although I’m shit at it and they all flop.

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I’m not sure you all understand the huge meaning the milk probably had in “sunrise on the reaping” and why snow took it so personally, and although this is only a theory of mine, I thought maybe some of you wanted to know.

The first thing to keep in mind is when Snow asks for the milk and why. He does so after having tasted a poisoned oyster dish that he had used to kill an enemy. As Finnick told us in Mockingjay, Snow always takes a bite or a sip from dish or the glass to avoid any suspicions.

By the time he gets Plutarch and Haymitch, he is spitting up blood. At this point, we can assume that he must have already consumed the antidote, otherwise he would have died. However, as Finnick points out, they don't always work entirely well. When he starts coughing in front of them, Plutarch offers him water, but he refuses and asks for (and insists) on milk.

If you didn’t know: this is probably because milk is a natural antidote, a remedy for almost any poison that is ingested. Milk produces mucus in the stomach and slows the absorption of acids. So if you ever ingest something like bleach or something similar, and you need to slow down the effects as much as possible, protect your stomach, or are simply unable to vomit, drinking at least two large glasses of milk before seeking medical attention could save your life.

In my opinion, it's not far-fetched to think that this detail is accurate and that's why Snow refuses the water and specifically asks for milk. When Haymitch drinks it, he's not only denying him something to drink, but unbeknownst to him, he's risking his life.

It's very sad and ironic that Snow then insists on sending him milk once he's out of the arena. He sends him milk every day until he returns home, and Lenore Dove eats the gumdrops. When Haymitch begs for help, when he asks if they have any pills or anything else after she insists she can't throw up, some milk could have actually have saved her life; at least it would have given her uncles time to react. Snow let Haymitch binge on milk for weeks, only to then kill his girl, and therefore, because he drank all the milk, he couldn't give it to her.

So, maybe the last metaphor it's a bit far-fetched, but it's all true, and knowing Suzanne Collins, I don't think such a meticulous detail was random. Anyway, let me know what you think!

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All yours - October writing challenge day 9

summary: you run into an old friend of yours, somehow it makes Emily want you more tw: none just super fluffy fluff a/n: yk this ep in season 1 where they go to ny, and to a sushi restaurant, and Spencer can't use the chopsticks? it's by far one of my favorite scenes in the whole show.

Even though most of the time traveling for cases sucks, there are moments when it makes you feel like the luckiest person in the world. Those moments are usually old sushi restaurants in New York.

Even with the case still open, you don't even feel a drop of guilt enjoying the night out.

Morgan orders something he can't pronounce the name of "just for the thrill of it", Rossi has an irrationally expensive liquor, and Spencer tries (and fails) once again to use the chopsticks.

So the night seems good enough, and then you feel a hand on your shoulder.

High school freind, you haven't seen her since, wow, how much now? Really?! ten years seems like waaay too much, it can't be!

You sit up to talk to her, feeling how the conversation on your table resumes quickly, except of course for those penetrating, deep, warm, chocolate eyes of your girlfriend, the one's you have melted in many times before, and can now feel resting on you, so attentive to the conversation taking place mere feet away from her.

You say your goodbyes, really it wasn't that bad, just a quick hi, hello, how have you been? a partially honest promise of calling to hang out whenever you get back in town, and that's it. However you do feel you phone buzzing, and then the fast and possessive hand of your girlfriend resting on your thigh as soon as you place your napkin back on your lap.

Ems 💖: She’s looking at you like you’re a snack. 😒

You: Yeah, it’s been a while! Just catching up.

You try to sound casual, but Emily’s brow furrows slightly, her gaze still fixed on you.

Ems 💖: Catching up? More like she was sizing you up.

You chuckle, leaning closer to Emily.

You: You’re imagining things. She’s harmless!

You can see Emily's quick fingers typing the response, trying to manage with only one hand, because you know that one's not coming off your lap.

Ems 💖: Harmless? Did you see how she was touching your arm?

You can’t help but smile at her jealousy.

You: Emily, come on! It was just a friendly gesture.

Emily rolls her eyes, but there’s a playful smile on her lips as she types back.

Ems 💖: Friendly, huh? Old friend or not, she’s way too touchy. She just put her hand on your arm. 🙄

You: It's just friendly!

Ems 💖: I don’t like the way she’s smiling at you. I thought I was the only one allowed to make you smile like that. 😤

You: you have nothing to worry about, babe

Ems 💖: You can't expect me to be fine when other people try to get in my girlfriend's pants, especially when it comes to other women.

You reach for her hand, giving it a squeeze, enjoying the way her thumb rubs soothingly against your skin.

You: I know you are, but you don’t need to worry.

You insist, and her smile widens, but she can’t quite let it go.

Ems 💖: I just want everyone to know you’re mine.

You laugh softly, leaning in closer so you can feel her.

You: I promise I’m only yours.

She bites her lip, a teasing glint in her eyes as she types again.

Ems 💖: Good, because if I see her again, I might just have to remind her who you belong to.

You laugh, shaking your head.

You: You’re adorable when you’re jealous.

Emily leans back, crossing her arms playfully, a mock-serious expression on her face.

Ems 💖: I’m not adorable; I just care about you!

You give her a knowing smile, then tease her a little.

You: So what happens if I run into her again?

Emily leans in closer, her gaze intense but playful.

Ems 💖: If you run into her again, I might just have to claim you right there.

You smirk, enjoying the banter.

You: Well, I guess I’ll just have to be careful then.

She nods, looking pleased, and you can see the playfulness in her eyes.

Ems 💖: Just remember: I don’t like sharing.

You can’t help but smile back, leaning in just a little closer, enjoying the electric tension.

Ems 💖: So, if you ever get in a situation again...

Her voice drops to a playful whisper, eyes sparkling.

Ems 💖: ...we’ll see.

You know she's joking, it's not like you hate it, there's always the feeling that this all comes from an insecure place, but you're not at all against the rough sex that usually comes with it. Definitely not against it.

You've almost forgotten when you get back to the hotel, using the key car to open the door, Emily lets you go in first and closes the doo behind her.

"I'm so full i might just roll down to bed" you say, stretching your arms, when you feel the warm presence of Emily's body against your back, her arms instantly wrapping along your waist.

It makes you jump, but you immediately turn around to welcome her embrace, surrounding her neck with your arms. he wraps her arms tightly around your waist, pulling you close as you both stand in the hallway.

The kiss she gives you is way too intense to be casual, you happily correspond, and you have to actually pull away to talk to her.

"Wow, where is this coming from?" you ask, your hands playing with her hair.

"What? I can't just kiss my girlfriend because i feel like it?" she asks defensively, and leaves a kiss on your cheek.

You laugh when you realize, you just can't help it, you separate your body from hers as much as she allows you so you can better look at her. "You really got jealous did you!?"

Her chuckle sounds so fake she can't even believe it herself "

Maybe just a little. I didn’t like how she was looking at you.”

You can’t help but smile at her possessiveness. “You’re cute when you’re jealous, you know that?”

“Cute?” she replies, raising an eyebrow, her lips curling into a smirk. “I’d say I’m fiercely protective.”

You reach up, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, your fingers lingering against her skin. “Well, I think it’s adorable.”

Before you can say anything else, she pulls you closer, her arms tightening around your waist as she presses her body against yours. The warmth radiating from her feels intoxicating, making your heart race. She tilts her head slightly, and her lips find yours again—this time, the kiss is hungry and desperate, filled with the tension that’s been building all night.

You respond eagerly, kissing her back with the same intensity. The hallway fades away as you lose yourself in the taste of her lips, the softness of her body against yours. Every brush of her mouth sends a thrill through you, and you can feel her pulling you deeper into the moment.

“Emily,” you breathe against her lips, pulling away just enough to meet her gaze. There’s a spark in her eyes, a playful glint that makes your stomach flip.

“Hmm?” she hums, her hands finding their way to your hips, her fingers digging in slightly as if to ground herself.

You take a moment to catch your breath, heart racing. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” she teases, her voice low and sultry. “I just want to make it clear that you’re mine.”

With that, she turns you around, her warmth enveloping you as she gently guides you backward until your back hits the wall. The contact sends a rush of excitement through you. She stands before you, a fierce look in her eyes, and without hesitation, she pulls you onto her lap, her legs wrapping around your waist.

Your heart skips a beat at the sudden intimacy, and you feel a rush of heat bloom in your cheeks. “Emily!”

“What? Too much?” she asks, her voice playful but sultry, her breath warm against your neck as she presses you closer.

“Never too much,” you reply, laughing softly, your hands instinctively gripping her waist as you settle into her lap.

“Good,” she murmurs, leaning in for another kiss. This one is deep and passionate, her hands threading into your hair as she tilts her head to deepen the kiss. You melt against her, your body instinctively responding to her closeness.

As you pull away, breathless and smiling, Emily's fingers dance along your arm, tracing the lines of your skin. “I just want everyone to know you’re mine,” she whispers, her lips brushing against your cheek, sending shivers down your spine.

You chuckle, leaning in closer to whisper in her ear, “Believe me, everyone knows. But I think I need to remind you just how much you mean to me.”

With that, you capture her lips again, your hands finding their way back to her waist. She lets out a soft sigh against your mouth, encouraging you to kiss her deeper. The world around you fades, and it’s just the two of you, lost in your own bubble of warmth and connection.

“Maybe we should take this to the bedroom,” Emily suggests breathlessly between kisses, her voice teasing but laced with desire.

“Maybe we should,” you reply, grinning against her lips as you pull back slightly to look into her eyes, feeling that electric connection.

With a playful smile, you both begin to move toward the bedroom, Emily holding tightly onto you, her body pressing against yours every step of the way, as if she can’t get enough.

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Clingy Emily, you will always be famous. Thank you for reading! Like, reblog and review if you liked it!

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under the weather - October writing challenge day 8

summary: you're feeling sick and Emily takes care of you tw: smut, fingering, oral sex, i think that's it a/n: lmk if you liked this one because it kind of took a turn, as always i hope you do and remmeber any kind of feedback is greatly appreciated!

You hate being sick. You really hate it, there's only a few things you hate more in the world than this, and when you're sick even those seem completely unimportant.

You thow away the empty box and open the drawer to get a new one, when Sergio jumps to sit on the couch right next to you, finding the mix of blankets and cushions a little too confortable to pass.

While you scratch the little animal's head you can't help but think that, despite the sneezing, coughing, and generally feeling miserable for the last couple of days, if you got to spend them curled up on Emily’s couch, cocooned in blankets, surrounded by tissues and the remnants of tea cups, and with the best company, maybe sick wasn't so bad after all.

She has been insisting since day one, you wouldn't move from her apartment so she could keep an eye on you until you are all better. She of course has been fussing over you non-stop, which is sweet, but you hate being the sick one. It makes you feel weak and restless.

“I’m fine,” you insist, though your voice is hoarse, and your nose is still red from all the sneezing. “I don’t need to stay home. I can go to work.”

Emily, standing near the door in her work clothes, raises an eyebrow at you like you just told her something absurd. “You’re sneezing every two minutes and can barely breathe through your nose.” She crosses her arms, giving you that look, the one where she’s clearly amused but also worried. “You’re not going anywhere.”

“I’m not that bad,” you mutter, pulling the blanket up around your chin. “I’ve worked through worse.”

Emily sighs softly, walking over to you, sitting on the edge of the couch. She leans in, placing a hand on your forehead, her touch gentle and warm. “Sweetheart, you’re burning up. You need to rest.”

You groan, feeling her soft fingers graze your skin. “I hate being sick.”

“I know, baby, I know,” she murmurs, brushing a few strands of hair out of your face. “But I’m not letting you go anywhere like this.”

You pout, glancing up at her with tired eyes. “You’re leaving me, aren’t you?”

Emily’s expression softens, and she leans down, pressing a kiss to your temple. “I have to go into the office for a few hours, but I’ll be back before you know it. You’ll survive without me for a little while.” Her voice is soft, but you can tell she hates leaving you like this.

“Don’t go...” you whisper, wrapping your arms around her waist, trying to pull her closer. “I’ll miss you.”

Emily chuckles, clearly torn between her responsibilities and wanting to stay with you. “You’re being so dramatic,” she teases, kissing your forehead again, lingering a little longer this time. “I’ll only be gone for a few hours, and you’ve got Sergio to keep you company.”

You sigh, reluctantly letting her go. “Fine. But only because I wouldn't want him to feel too lonely"

Your childish pout makes her smile, she stands, smiling down at you, though there’s a flicker of guilt in her eyes. She hates leaving you when you’re not feeling well, but she knows she has to. “Promise me you’ll stay here, okay? Watch some bad reality TV, rest, and don’t overdo it.”

“Promise,” you say, giving her a half-hearted smile. “But only because I know you’ll nag me if I don’t.”

She grins, leaning down for one last kiss. “Exactly. I love you.”

“I love you too,” you murmur, closing your eyes as she pulls away. “Come back soon.”

Emily walks to the door, glancing back at you one more time with that look, the one that says she hates leaving but knows you’ll be okay. “I will. Rest up, baby.” She blows a kiss at you, and closes the door.

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The hours pass slowly. You’re sprawled on the couch, half-watching some ridiculous reality show Emily suggested. Sergio is curled up beside you, purring contentedly, his warmth offering some comfort. But you can’t help but feel restless, the quiet of the apartment making you miss your girlfriend more than usual.

Your mind drifts between the terrible show and the thought of her returning. You sneeze for what feels like the hundredth time and groan, grabbing another tissue. Ugh, being sick sucks.

Just as you’re about to drift off to sleep, you hear the sound of keys in the door. Your eyes flutter open, and you sit up, excitement bubbling despite the grogginess.

Emily steps in, still looking as put-together as ever in her work attire, though you can tell she’s been in a rush to get back to you.

“Hey, baby,” she says softly, her face lighting up when she sees you. “How are you feeling?”

Without a second thought, you practically leap off the couch and run into her arms, ignoring the slight dizziness that comes with moving too fast. “You’re back!”

Emily laughs, catching you as you throw your arms around her, pulling her close. “Whoa, easy there. You’re supposed to be resting, remember?”

"You're so bossy! I missed you, I'm sick, I want my girlfriend" you complain, peppering her face with kisses

“I hate being here without you.” you mumble into her shoulder, nuzzling against her neck.

Emily melts a little, hugging you tightly, rubbing soothing circles on your back. "Oh, my poor baby,” she coos, her voice soft and full of affection. “I missed you too.” She presses a kiss to your forehead, her lips warm against your feverish skin. “But you should be in bed" she slaps your ass playfully.

Reluctantly, you pull back just enough to look at her. “Can we have dinner first? I’m starving.”

She smiles, brushing her thumb across your cheek. “Lucky for you, I brought soup.”

You grin, letting her go and following her to the kitchen. Emily sets the bag on the counter and pulls out the containers of soup, handing you a bowl. You eat on the couch, the warm soup and the company making you feel better already.

You spend the rest of the afternoon laying on the couch, watching trash tv, snuggled together. Emily caresses your skin, plays with your hair, tries her best to confort you the best way she knows, always touching you in some way.

As the night goes on, you start to feel a bit more energetic. Maybe the rest and soup helped, or maybe it’s just that you’ve missed Emily more than you realized.

You lean in closer, pressing soft kisses to her shoulder. “You know… I think I’m feeling a lot better now,” you whisper, your lips grazing her skin.

Emily glances at you, raising an eyebrow. “Oh really?” she says, amusement in her voice. “You were sneezing all over the place a few hours ago.”

You shrug, snuggling into her, your hand resting on her thigh. “I’m serious. I feel fine. Totally fine. And maybe we could... you know... do something other than watch TV?” You reach for the place where her shirt falls, leaving her shoulder's skin uncovered and kiss it, trace her with your lips.

Emily chuckles, her fingers playing with your hair. “Oh, I see what this is about.”

You grin, moving to kiss her neck. “Come on, I’m fine. I promise.”

She bites her lip, trying to stay firm, but you can see her resolve weakening. “You’re still sick, baby. You need to rest.”

“I’ll feel even better if we... you know.” You kiss her again, a little more insistently this time, your hand trailing up her side.

Emily sighs, clearly torn. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

“You love me,” you say, grinning as you kiss her cheek, then her jaw, trailing your lips down her neck.

She groans, laughing softly as she gently pushes you back. “I do love you, but I’m not letting you make yourself worse just because you’re feeling a little better.”

You pout, grabbing her arm, pulling her closer. “Emily, come on. I’m fine.”

She narrows her eyes playfully. “You’re still sick, and I don’t want to make it worse.” She gives you a teasing smile, gently pinning you down onto the couch. “You need to rest.”

You giggle, trying to wriggle free, but she holds you in place. “I don’t want to rest! I want you.” she lets out a giggle "c'mon woman, just take me!" she full on chuckles now, you kiss her cheek, the corner of her mouth, her lips, but she stands, trying her best to get away from temptation.

You sit up, pouting, but there’s a mischievous gleam in your eyes. “Come on, I’m not contagious anymore,” you insist, holding out your hand for her to come back. “I swear!”

Emily laughs, backing toward the door as if she’s trying to escape. “Yeah, that’s what they all say,” she teases, “and then next thing you know, I’m sneezing, coughing, and downing cold medicine like it’s candy.”

You can’t help but laugh at how dramatically she’s playing along. “Emilyyyy, I’m totally fine! I promise.”

“Nope, not falling for it,” she says with a wink, trying to sound serious but clearly enjoying herself. “I don’t fuck with the infected.”

You crawl toward the edge of the couch, pretending to make a grab for her, and she squeals, running around the coffee table like you’re some kind of zombie about to infect her. “Get back here!” you laugh, trying to catch her as she dodges your reach.

Emily gives a mock gasp. “Stay back, germ monster! You’ll have to try harder than that!”

But after a few more moments of running around, Emily finally gives in, letting you catch her by the waist. She giggles as you pull her back onto the couch with you, both of you laughing as you collapse into a pile of limbs.

“I’m serious though,” you murmur, pressing your lips to her neck. “I’m fine now...”

Emily looks down at you, smirking. “Mm-hmm. We’ll see about that,” she says, still half-teasing but clearly weakening to your advances as your kisses grow more insistent.

But she stands up again, taking your hand, kissing your forehead again. “We’re going to bed, okay? Tomorrow we'll see about that, but I want you to rest today” she says, her voice soft but firm. “For me?”

You huff dramatically, but you can’t help but smile. “Fine. For you.”

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1.30 am, or so the bedside table clock says. You keep shifting, but it's useless, you're hot and bothered, and still restless from your cold, but that's long forgotten. Emily's chest moves with her slow breathing beside you.

Trying not to wake her up, you slowly get up from bed and go to the kitchen to find something you can kill some time with.

It's only been 5 minutes when Emily wakes up to find you missing from the bed. Frowning, she slips out from under the covers and pads into the kitchen, where she finds you sitting at the table, Sergio perched on your lap.

“Can’t sleep?” Emily asks softly, her voice still husky from sleep.

You look up at her, giving her a sheepish smile. “I’m fine,” you say. “I just... couldn’t get comfortable.”

Emily sighs, walking over to you. “You’re still sick, you know.”

You grin mischievously, leaning back in the chair. "Yes, but you know what they say"

She smiles, stepping closer to you "That you should always listen to your girlfriend when she tells you to stay in bed?" she jokes, but your answer comes fast enough.

"No silly, that the best way to put someone to sleep is an orgasm by the best girlfriend in the world"

Emily’s eyes widen in surprise, but then she smirks, crossing her arms. “You’re unbelievable.”

She pauses for a moment, considering, before her smirk softens into a warm smile. “Alright. Come on, troublemaker.”

She takes your hand and leads you back to the bedroom. You jump happily and grab her waist from behind trying to get her as close to you as you possibly can.

Once under the covers, you lean in, kissing her deeply, your hands wandering up her back. Emily kisses you back, her touch gentle, her lips soft against yours as the heat builds between you.

Her mouth feels hot and heavy against yours, all lips and teeth, she makes your breath hitch.

She lifts your sleeping shirt slowly to find your breasts, braking the kiss to pay some attention to your chest. She takes her nipple in her mouth, playing with it with the tip of her tongue. Sucking on it. And then the other so it's not jealous.

A soft moan escapes your lips when she frees your nipple with a gently tug, and her lips are back on yours again.

"We have to get those sweatpants off of you," she murmurs inbetween kisses.

Emily pushes them down and you kick them behind, easing herself back down onto you. She moves her tongue along your neck then sucks on a sensitive pulse point, making you moan.

Her hand working south to reach your centre, she works fast and easy moving her fingers slowly along your slit.

She grazes a finger over your clitoris and you bite her lip in surprise, she lets out a whimper that you swallow immediately, the kiss so heavy you might combust.

Your breathing accelerates when Emily increased the speed of her hand as it worked the swollen bundle of nerves. You let out a desperate moan when she places her fingers just outside your opening, taunting and stroking your nether lips. "Don't tease me," you whine,  raising your hips in a desperate attempt to impale yourself on Emily's fingers to relieve the ache inside.

Finally, Emily's tormenting fingers plunge into you, synchronizing the movement of her hand with the rhythm of your hips as you buck against her with furor. 

Her lips never leaving your mouth as your orgasm takes over, allowing you ride your high until the aftershocks wear out. You kiss the corner of her mouth affectionately, and she smiles at you, her hand moving loose strands of hair behind.

Before she can even react, you grab her hips and turn her around so that you're now on top of her and her head is resting against the pillows.

"hey, what are you doing?" she frowns in confusion "You said an orgasm to help you sleep, c'mon" but you don't listen, and instead you kiss her lips, softly first, then your open mouth finds her tongue with yours. It makes it hard for her to complain when you're kissing her so lovingly, so softly, so sensual.

You leave her mouth to reach lower for her nipple. Her breasts always the most sensitive part of her, you know how to play her body well, where to kiss, how to lick, how to use your teeth, and a long moan escapes her mouth, making you smile against the tender flesh of her breast.

You reach lower to find her thighs , the soft, pale skin looking so inviting for your lips you can't resist the teasing of kissing and biting here and there. You can feel her impatience when her hand reaches to gran¡b you by the back of your head, directing you where she wants you the most.

You practically devour her, not even bothering to take your time, your tongue flat against her slit, your lips trapping her sensitive bud making her whimper in pleasure. You eat her out like she's your last meal, and for the sounds she makes you can tell she's loving it, her hand still on your head keeping your mouth in place.

It's almost too sweet and tender, despite the loud moans escaping her mouth, but the way you kiss, the covers still soumd you, the room silent, is the sweetest kind of love making, and you almost wish you could simply spend the rest of the night like this.

Emily's body tenses and she grabs a fistful of your hair as she comes fighting for breath. When her body finally relaxes she releases a sigh of relief. You come up from behind the covers and snuggle her closely as she enjoys the aftershocks. You give her a chaste kiss, and she can barely respond but you can feel her smile against your lips.

You both lay tangled under the covers, the soft warmth of the sheets cocooning you as you snuggle into Emily’s arms. Her hand traces lazy patterns on your back, her fingers soothing against your skin. You feel a sense of peaceful exhaustion settle over you, the tension from your earlier restlessness now completely gone.

“That was... definitely enough to put me to sleep,” you murmur with a sleepy smile, your head resting against Emily’s chest as you listen to the steady rhythm of her heartbeat.

Emily chuckles softly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Good. You’ve been fighting sleep all day.” Her voice is gentle, low, and full of warmth as she wraps her arms a little tighter around you, holding you close.

You tilt your head up to look at her, your eyes half-closed but filled with contentment. “You always know exactly how to take care of me.”

She smirks slightly, her eyes twinkling as she brushes a loose strand of hair from your face. “Well, someone has to. You’re stubborn as hell when you’re sick.”

You let out a soft laugh, nuzzling into her neck. “I love you, you know that?”

Emily smiles down at you, her fingers gently caressing your cheek. “I love you too. Even when you’re being a total handful.” She leans in, pressing a slow, tender kiss to your lips. It’s soft and sweet, the kind of kiss that makes your heart swell with affection.

Just as you’re about to drift off into a peaceful sleep, you feel Emily tense up slightly beside you. Then, out of nowhere—

“Achoo!”

You sit up a little, blinking in surprise, then grin as you realize what just happened. “Did you just sneeze?” you ask, a playful lilt to your voice.

Emily groans, rubbing her nose as she looks over at you with a resigned expression. “Oh no.”

You giggle, pulling the blanket up to cover her more snugly. “Looks like I might’ve gotten you sick.”

She gives you a mock glare but can’t help the smile tugging at her lips. “I don’t know whether to be mad or impressed.”

You laugh softly, snuggling back into her, wrapping your arms around her waist. “I’m sorry! Guess I really am contagious.”

Emily sighs dramatically, but there’s a playful light in her eyes. “Great. Now I’m going to be the one sneezing and coughing.” you can't help the grin spreading across your face "I can't believe it! See, i told you this is exactly what i meant when i say i don't fuck witht he infected!"

You kiss her shoulder softly, grinning against her skin. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you. You know... payback.”

Emily chuckles, pulling you even closer. “You better. I’m not above making you play nurse for me.”

You snuggle closer to Emily, your fingers tracing lazy patterns on her arm as you tease, “You like that, huh? How about a sexy nurse to take care of you?” Your tone is playful, a mischievous grin spreading across your face.

Emily raises an eyebrow, clearly amused. “Oh yeah?” she asks, voice laced with humor. “And what exactly does this sexy nurse do?”

You bite your lip, leaning in to kiss her softly on the neck before murmuring, “Whatever you need.”

Emily chuckles, her arms pulling you even closer. “I’ll keep that in mind.” She presses a soft kiss to your forehead, her lips lingering there. “You’re going to have your hands full with me, though.”

“I think I’m up for the challenge,” you whisper, tilting your head to catch her lips in another gentle kiss.

Just as the moment deepens, Emily pulls back, her body tensing. “Achoo!”

You can’t help but giggle, shaking your head as you press your forehead to hers. “Looks like you’ll be my first patient.”

Emily groans dramatically. “I knew I shouldn’t have let you get me sick.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll make it worth your while,” you say, kissing her once more.

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This one's to myself because i catch a cold every two weeks istg. Anyways, remember to comment and reblog if you want me to write more! Because this challenge is getting frustrating :((

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Matching - October writing challenge day 7

summary: Emily got you a surprise. Well, for the both of you tw: tooth rotting fluff, no smut a/n: this is too sweet you might get sick from just reading it. As always if you want me to keep writing, your reviews are greatly appreciated

The movie sucks, to be honest. You just weren't in the mood for going out to the movie theater, and you were tired, and just, overall, felt like snuggling next to Emily on her couch with Sergio resting on your lap felt like too good of a plan.

So yeah, the movie sucks, but the company can't be matched, and as you rest your head against her shoulder, and the smell of her shampoo is just so sweet, and her arm around you feels just so comfortable, and the way her fingers play with strands of your hair like you're the most delicate thing, you think there might not be a better place in the world.

You snuggle in closer, letting out a content sigh. “I really love nights like this..." you say, almost just wondering to yourself.

"Stay, then" she says casually.

You look up at her, your brows furrowing "Yeah i wish, it's been several nights in a row, and i need clothes Em, I can't keep borrowing yours"

"ok, first of all, that is the stupidest thing I've ever heard you say" she says, and it makes you laugh, she smiles. "And, second of all..." You lean on your arm, sitting up at her hesitation.

There’s a brief moment where she hesitates, like she’s thinking carefully about how to say the next part. She leans in a little closer, her voice softer. “I, uh... I actually got something for you.”

You’re intrigued now, tilting your head as you meet her eyes. “Got something for me? What do you mean?”

"You have to promise not to laugh, ok? it's not a big deal" she says, and now she's starting to scare you.

A little smile tugs at the corners of her mouth, but she looks a bit nervous too. She glances away for a second, before reaching over the side of the couch and pulling out a neatly folded set of clothes. Her voice is casual, but there’s a hint of shyness. “I noticed last time you mentioned wanting more clothes here... so, I got these for you- for us, really, the green one's for me"

You blink in surprise, reaching out to take them from her. As you unfold them, your eyes widen as you notice the matching pattern. Your heart skips a beat, and you can’t help but grin. “Emily... these are matching pajamas?”

You can't hide your excitement, it's one of the sweetest things she has done for you, it's so not Emily that you're so impressed, you would've never expected it.

She clears her throat, trying to stay casual but there’s a slight blush creeping up her neck. “Yeah, well, I thought... it’d be practical. You know, you can still borrow my stuff whenever you want of course, but just so you can have something of yours too.”

She gives a little shrug, as if trying to brush it off. “It’s not a big deal.”

Beaming now, you carefully place the pajamas on the couch beside you and turn fully toward her. Your grin is unstoppable. “Are you kidding me? This is the cutest thing ever! You bought us matching pajamas? Emily!” Your voice is full of excitement, and you can barely contain your happiness.

Her smile softens, but she’s still trying to downplay it, though you can tell she’s pleased by your reaction. “I didn’t think it was that big of a deal... Just thought you’d be more comfortable having something here.” She reaches up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, her touch gentle. “But I’m glad you like them.”

"Ugh!- Emily! You bought a set for yourself too! It is a big deal for me!"

Practically glowing with affection, you move closer to her on the couch, crawling into her lap, straddling her legs. “I don’t just like them, I love them.” You plant a soft kiss on her cheek, then another on the tip of her nose, before pressing a longer kiss on her lips. “You’re so thoughtful... you have no idea how much this means to me.”

She chuckles softly, her hands resting on your hips as you kiss her. She’s clearly enjoying your reaction, though she’s still a little flustered. “You’re acting like I just bought you a car or something. They’re just pajamas.”

You shake your head with a grin, wrapping your arms around her neck, resting your forehead against hers. “No, they’re not just pajamas. They’re matching pajamas. That you bought for us.” You kiss her again, this time lingering a bit longer, savoring the warmth of her lips.

Emily laughs softly against your lips, she pulls you a little closer, her hands sliding up your back. “You really are easy to impress, huh?”

Giggling, you pull back just enough to look into her eyes. “I am when it comes to you.” You place another kiss on her lips, then her jawline, trailing soft kisses down her neck. “You’ve officially spoiled me. I’m going to be so clingy now.”

Her voice is lower now. “Clingy? I can handle clingy.” She tightens her arms around you, holding you close as you continue to pepper kisses along her neck.

Murmuring against her skin, you shift slightly in her lap, wrapping your arms tighter around her. “I’m never going to stop wearing these pajamas when I’m here. You know that, right? Prepare to be matching with me forever.”

She Chuckles softly, she kisses the top of your head, resting her chin there. “I think I can live with that.” Her voice is warm, and you can feel the smile against your hair. "Hey, but this doesn't mean I don't want you to wear my clothes huh?" she adds, more seriously now.

You pull back to meet her eyes "Oh, believe me that's still gonna happen" Emily gives you a consenting nod, you can’t stop grinning as you playfully nuzzle your nose against hers. “You’re too good to me, you know that?”

Emily looks at you, a soft grin tugging at her lips. “You’re acting like I got you something extravagant.”

You laugh, shaking your head. “No, it’s just—this is really sweet. Matching pajamas, Emily? That’s unexpected, in the best way.”

She shrugs, trying to keep it casual, but you can tell she’s pleased. “Well, I didn’t want you complaining about not having clothes here anymore. And maybe I like the idea of us matching.”

You smile wider, leaning in to give her a quick kiss. “You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you?”

Emily rolls her eyes, but she’s smiling. “Don’t get used to it.”

“Oh, I’m definitely getting used to it,” you tease, shifting in her lap. You wrap your arms around her neck, burying your face against her shoulder for a moment before brushing your nose along her jawline, leaving soft kisses on her skin.

Emily lets out a quiet chuckle, her hands gently settling on your hips as you snuggle closer. “You’re making a big deal out of pajamas.”

You shrug playfully, still nuzzling into her. “I just think it’s really cute.” You plant another kiss just below her ear. “And thoughtful.”

She leans into your affection, her grip tightening slightly on your waist. “Well, don’t expect this all the time.”

You pull back just enough to look at her, your lips barely brushing hers. “Too late.” You kiss her once more, lingering this time, before relaxing against her, enjoying the warmth of her embrace as you settle into her lap, arms still wrapped tightly around her.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ.───

Reminder that my requests are still open for this challenge! So if anyone wants me to write something between this lines of fics I’ve been doing lately then don’t hesitate to ask!

[thir10th]

"WHERE DID YOU GET THAT PICTURE OF PAGET FROM. " i asked camly. (i'm so very normal😃)

Yes sounds normal to me! Sorry I can’t give you more info but it literally just popped up on my Pinterest feed! (They know what I like🙂‍↕️)

[thir10th]

I’m sooooo normal about this I’m super normal I’ve never been this normal sooo normal btw I’m super normal i just woke up normal today I’m suuuper chill super super normal i don’t think you’re met someone this normal before btw I’m normal I’m so normal

[thir10th]

Je t'aime - October writing challenge day 6

summary: you already knew Emily spoke a lot of languages, you just never thought they could sound so sweet when directed at you tw: a bit smutty, super super soft, fingering. that's all i think, lmk if i miss something a/n: can you tell i love polyglot Emily?? cause i DO

Date nights are always nice regardless of what you do, but you gotta admit cooking together must be your favorite, even if 'cooking together' means Emily cooks and you watch, try stuff out, and try not to burn anything.

You sit on the counter, swinging your legs and just admiring your girlfriend cook, she looks so focused, her shoulders tense, she bites her lip and it makes your skin itchy. Nothing could make you lose interested on her right now. Almost.

"I think it's still a bit tasteless, could you pass me the salt, amor?" she says softly, almost absentmindedly.

You pause mid-reach, surprised to say the least "Amor?" you're not fluent, but you know enough Spanish to guess what it means, and your heart skips a beat.

Emily glances over with a smirk, noticing your reaction "Yeah... Amor. What? You don’t like it?"

You can feel yourself blushing "No, no… I do. I mean, I know what it means."

"Oh, so you do know. Interesting." She raises an eyebrow, clearly picking up on your flustered expression.

"It’s just… it sounds nice when you say it." you mumble, trying to play it cool.

Emily grins "Does it now?" Her tone is playful, and she steps closer to you, enjoying your reaction "I didn’t realize you had a thing for me speaking other languages."

You laugh nervously "I don't— I mean, it's not—" You trail off, realizing you’re caught.

Emily laughs softly "Mhm, sure." She brushes a hand over your arm as she passes by to grab something from the counter. "Maybe I should switch it up then. How about... cara?" She switches to Italian, her voice dropping slightly as she steps closer again. "Or maybe mon trésor?" French this time, the words rolling off her tongue smoothly.

You blush harder, heart racing "Emily!" you scold her.

Emily keeps grinning wider, she loves how flustered you’re getting "What? I’m just experimenting. Seems like you enjoy it when I do."

She leaves the spoon in the pot, forgetting what she's doing, and walks up to you, pulling you by the belt loops of your pants, drags you to her and you surround her neck with your arms.

You mumble, barely able to meet her eyes "Maybe."

She kisses you so sweetly, it's impossible to deny her anything.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ.───

Over the next few days, Emily keeps casually switching between different languages when she calls you pet names, testing how much she can fluster you. It’s playful, but you can tell she’s enjoying watching you blush.

Like the walk home after dinner some days ago, when she just casually let it slip

Emily slipped off her scarf and wrapped it around your neck, noticing you shivering "Зайка, you’re cold. Why didn’t you say something?" You blinked in surprise, not fully understanding the Russian word but definitely recognizing the affectionate tone.

You blushed under the warmth of the scarf and the way Emily’s voice drops when she uses Russian "What does that mean?"

Emily smirked, pulling you a little closer as you walk "Zayka? It means 'bunny' or 'sweetheart' in Russian." She gave s you a sidelong glance, enjoying the blush creeping up your cheeks "And you’re blushing again."

"Maybe."

It's not until a week later that you acknowledge it again, but in your defense, sometimes she makes it so hard to let things go.

You’re in the hotel bathroom, getting ready for bed after a long day of work. Emily is brushing her teeth while you’re washing your face. When she's done, she leaves a chaste, soft kiss on your shoulder and turns to go to bed.

"Je t'aime." She absentmindedly says like it's just nothing.

You freeze in place, wide-eyed "Wait, what did you just say?" Your heart skips a beat. You definitely recognize that phrase.

Emily smiles to herself, turning to you "Hmm? Oh, nothing important."

You move closer, trying to catch her eye "Emily, don’t play with me. You just said something very important."

Emily bites back a smile, playing innocent "Oh, you mean je t’aime?" Her eyes glint with mischief as she repeats it, leaning casually against the bathroom counter.

"Yeah. That." you remark, nervous but excited.

Emily finally gives in, stepping closer to you, her smile softening "I love you." She brushes her fingers lightly across your cheek. "That’s what I said."

You are trying so hard not to freak out, trying not to grin like an idiot "You— you just—"

Emily laughs, absolutely delighted by your reaction "Oh my God, you’re freaking out." She pulls you into a gentle hug, still chuckling. "I didn’t think you’d love it this much."

You muffle against her shoulder "You said it in French! What do you expect me to do?"

Emily laughs, pulling back to look at you "You’re blushing so hard, all I did was say I love you in French." She gently pinches your cheek playfully.

You mumble, completely flustered "yeah, well, it already is a big deal to me when you say it in english!"

Emily smirks "Oh, do you want me to keep going? I could say it in every language I know if that’ll make you blush more."

If it was even possible, you are blushing even harder now "Emily—"

She smirks "Oh, amore mio— I love you." Italian now, and you can’t stop the way your face flushes. "Or, how about... te quiero?" Back to Spanish, her voice soft and playful.

You laugh, hiding your face in your hands "You’re impossible."

She gently pulls your hands away from your face "No, I’m just enjoying seeing you like this." She lowers her voice, getting even closer, her breath warm against your skin. "Ti amo... kocham cię... ich liebe dich..." Switching between languages effortlessly, her eyes sparkling with affection.

You are barely able to keep up, completely flustered "Okay, okay, you win!" You laugh, pulling her into a tight hug, burying your face in her shoulder again. "I love you too, okay?"

Emily smiles against your hair, voice soft "Good. Because now I get to call you every pet name I know in every language... just to watch you blush." She leans in closer, her lips brushing against your ear. "And maybe... teach you a few things."

You groan, although you're secretly loving every single bit "You’re really going to make me suffer, aren’t you?"

She laughs, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper "Oh, absolutely, mi amor."

Emily’s teasing smile lingered on her lips as she pulled you closer in the bathroom, her hands gently cupping your face. Without another word, she kissed you again, soft and slow at first, savoring the moment. Her lips moved against yours with a tenderness that made your heart race, and you couldn’t help but kiss her back with the same intensity, completely lost in the moment.

As the kiss deepened, Emily's fingers slipped to the back of your neck, pulling you even closer, her body pressing against yours. Her lips moved more urgently now, the heat between you building as the playful teasing gave way to something deeper, something that made your knees weak. You felt her smile against your mouth when she felt you shiver, her hands wandering down your sides with a touch that was both gentle and possessive.

Still holding you, she guided you out of the bathroom, her lips never leaving yours as she carefully led you toward the bed. You stumbled back a little as your legs hit the edge of the mattress, and Emily chuckled softly against your lips, her hands steadying you by your waist. Her playful nature never fully left her, even as things heated up.

“You’re always so easy to lead,” she teased, her voice soft and filled with affection.

You laughed breathlessly, trying to sound indignant but failing as you tugged her closer by her shirt. “Maybe I just like following you.”

Emily grinned, her dark eyes locking with yours as she gently pushed you down onto the bed, her body hovering above you. She didn’t waste any time leaning back in, capturing your lips once more, but this time the kiss was hotter, more urgent. You responded in kind, your hands finding their way into her hair, pulling her closer as you both lost yourselves in each other.

The room seemed to melt away as you kissed her, the outside world no longer existing—just you and Emily. Her hands roamed your body slowly, deliberately, as if memorizing every inch of you. She shifted slightly, her knee sliding between your legs, pressing just enough to make you gasp against her lips.

Emily grinned at your reaction, kissing you harder as her hand trailed under your shirt, her fingers warm against your skin. She was always so gentle, but now there was an edge to her touch that made your heart race faster. Her lips moved from your mouth to your jaw, trailing soft, open-mouthed kisses down your neck, each one sending shivers through you.

“You taste so good,” she murmured against your skin, her voice low and sultry, and you couldn’t help but arch into her touch, her words making your pulse quicken.

"Emily," you breathed, barely able to think straight as her hands continued their slow, torturous path over your skin, her lips following wherever her fingers went.

She smirked against your neck, knowing exactly what she was doing to you. “Mmm, I love it when you say my name like that.”

Before you could respond, her lips found yours again, kissing you deeply as she slowly shifted you both until you were sitting up in her lap, her hands on your hips as she settled you against her. The shift made your heart race all over again, the new position allowing you to feel every inch of her against you.

Her hands slipped under the hem of your shirt, lifting it off and tossing it aside. She pulled you closer, her lips brushing softly against your collarbone before trailing lower, her breath warm against your skin as she whispered sweet things, making you shiver in her arms.

“Such a good girl,” she murmured, her voice both sweet and teasing. “I love the way you respond to me.”

Her words made you blush, but you couldn’t deny how much they affected you. You wrapped your arms around her neck, pressing your forehead to hers as you tried to catch your breath. Emily smiled softly, her thumb tracing small circles on your hip as she whispered, "You look so beautiful like this."

You bit your lip, feeling warmth spread through your body at her words. Before you could respond, her hand slipped between your legs, her touch slow and teasing. You gasped, clutching at her shoulders as her fingers pressed exactly where you needed them.

“Emily,” you whispered, your voice shaky but filled with affection.

She smiled, leaning in to kiss the corner of your mouth, her fingers sliding inside you with a gentle, practiced ease. Your breath caught in your throat, your body responding immediately to her touch, arching into her hand as she worked you slowly, her other hand steadying you on her lap.

“You’re doing so well for me,” she whispered in your ear, her voice soft and intimate, her breath sending a shiver down your spine. “I love the way you feel…”

You moaned softly, burying your face in her shoulder as her fingers curled inside you, her rhythm slow but deliberate. She held you close, her other hand resting on your back as she murmured sweet things in your ear, her voice a constant source of warmth and reassurance.

“Such a good girl…” she whispered again, her fingers quickening their pace slightly, her lips brushing against your neck as she kissed you softly. “I love seeing you like this, all wrapped up in me.”

You could barely respond, your breath coming in short gasps as she brought you closer and closer to the edge. Every touch, every kiss was filled with so much affection, and it only made the moment more intense. Emily’s fingers moved in perfect rhythm, her voice low and soothing as she whispered sweet, teasing things in your ear.

“You’re so perfect for me,” she whispered, her voice filled with affection. “I love you…”

Her fingers worked you just right, and it wasn’t long before you were trembling in her arms, your body shaking as the pleasure overwhelmed you. Emily held you close as you came apart, her fingers never faltering as she whispered soft, sweet things in your ear, her lips brushing against your skin as you rode out the waves of pleasure.

As you finally came down from the high, still trembling slightly in her lap, Emily kissed your temple softly, her fingers gently sliding out of you. She held you close, her arms wrapping around you as she whispered, “Je t’aime.”

You smiled, your heart still racing as you nuzzled into her neck. “You always know what to say, don’t you?”

Emily chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Well, I aim to please.”

You laughed, playfully swatting her arm before snuggling closer into her embrace. “I love you too,” you whispered, feeling safe and warm in her arms.

Emily grinned, resting her chin on top of your head as she held you. “Good,” she murmured, her voice filled with playful affection. “Because I’m never going to stop saying it… in every language I know.”

You groaned softly, but you couldn’t hide your smile. "You’re impossible," you teased, though the warmth in your chest told you just how much you loved it.

Emily kissed the top of your head, her voice filled with love and laughter as she whispered, "I love you, mon amour… and I’m never letting you forget it."

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ.───

[thir10th]

Stepping in - October writing challenge day 5

summary: Emily Prentiss is full of secrets, even when you think you have the key to all of them, she still manages to surprise you. tw: idek why i bother adding these anymore, but anyway, just a pit suggestive towards the end a/n: this one’s a bit shorter, sorry for that. I also might take a break from this if this one flops too. If you want me to keep writing then remember any kind of feedback is greatly appreciated!

"Honey! I'm home" you sing-sang entering through the door of her apartment. Emily doesn't answer, just like she hadn't answered the bell that you pressed before using the key she had given you to enter yourself.

"Emily! I got takeout, and a piece of cake for dessert." You try again, still no answer

"I was gonna bring wine, but I thought you would have better choices than whatever i could come up with, anyway" you try again, still no answer.

Leaving the bags on the kitchen table, you say hello to Sergio, who welcomes you by wrapping himself around your legs "Hey bud, where's your mom?" you ask him, scratching his head.

Still nothing, of course Sergio hadn't answered, not even meowed, so you walk around trying to find your girlfriend, wondering if she had gone out.

On your way through the hall, you notice the muffled sound of water running, and you follow it to the bathroom to finally find your girlfriend in the shower.

However, it's the other sound that surprises you, along with the shower, you can hear Emily's voice, and she is singing to herself, her voice soft and sweet, but she's fully into it, unaware that you have entered the apartment, and that you're listening.

You lean against the bathroom door, grinning at the soft and melodic sound of your girlfriends voice. You can't help but to feel a bit guilty about taking a peak like that, but you can't really help it, you had never heard Emily sing.

“Oh wow, so this is where you’ve been hiding your secret talent.” you finally say.

Emily's singing abruptly stops when she finally hears you “What the—?! You were eavesdropping?” she says startled by your sudden intrusion.

You laugh, opening the door just a crack “Eavesdropping? No, just appreciating the unexpected concert. You have a beautiful voice, you know.”

She mocks groaning, but you can hear her laughing “Ugh, no way. It’s terrible. Now I’m embarrassed.”

“Well, now that you’ve been caught, you might as well finish the song. You can’t leave your audience hanging.” You tease her.

“Oh, you want a private performance, huh?” Emily says playfully.

You lean against the doorframe. “I mean, I wouldn't say no.”

"Hey and by the way, what are you doing here, sneaking around? Thought I locked the door.” She says, trying to change the subject.

You smirk as you take a step inside the bathroom “I have a key, remember? Thought I’d surprise you with some takeout, but you’re the one full of surprises, I mean, how could i not know you sang in the shower baby?” You still can't shake your excitement of your new discovery away.

“Okay, maybe I do sing sometimes… when I think I’m alone. But you can’t tell anyone.” She says, peaking out from behind the shower screen with a grin.

“Your secret’s safe with me, as long as I get an encore.” you tease, crossing your arms.

“Why do I feel like I’m gonna regret giving you a key?” she says mocking an exasperated sigh.

You step closer “You love it and you know it.”

“You’re right. I do.” her voice lowers playfully “And I love it even more when you show up like this, without warning.”

“Oh, yeah?” you tild your head, amused.

“Yeah. You know… we still have time before dinner. Why don’t you get in here with me?” Her tone turns suggestive, her hand reaching out to you.

You raise an eyebrow, pretending to sound hesitant “Hmm, I don’t know… I mean, I came all the way here for you to sing to me, not the other way around.”

Emily laughs and shakes her head, tugging you gently closer “Trust me, I’ll make it worth your while.” her voice drops even lower “Now get in here before I drag you in myself.”

“Well, when you put it like that…” you grin, leaning into her touch.

She is already eager, her hands slipping to the hem of your shirt, tugging it up “Let me help you with that.” her hands move quickly, gently, undressing you with a soft urgency.

You laugh softly as she pulls your shirt off “Wow, you’re not wasting any time, huh?”

Emily grinning as she continues undressing you, her voice soft but teasing “Nope. I’ve got you here now, and I’m not letting you get away that easily.”

You step into the shower with her, the warm water cascading over both of you “I guess I should interrupt your shower more often.”

Emily wraps her arms around you, pulling you in closer “You should. But next time, maybe warn me. Or don’t… I kind of like being caught off guard.”

“Good to know.” you say, smiling against her lips.

Emily kisses you back eagerly, her hands exploring your skin under the water “Now… where were we?”

The warm water streams down as Emily pulls you closer, her arms wrapping securely around your waist, her lips barely leaving yours. She finally breaks the kiss, leaning back just enough to look into your eyes, her hands resting on your hips.

“You know,” she murmurs, her voice soft and filled with affection, “you walking into my apartment like it’s yours… it drives me crazy. In the best way.”

You smile, brushing a strand of wet hair away from her face. “I mean, it kinda feels like home now.”

Emily’s eyes soften even more at your words. She presses a kiss to your forehead. “It is your home, whenever you want it to be.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

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too many shoes - October writing challenge day 4

summary: moving in together was the best thing that could happen to you, however there'a this one thing you've been avoiding tw: none, this is pure fluff a/n: this is probs one of my most favorite things I’ve written, so make sure to lmk if you love it just as much! ❤️

It's only one week that you've been living together but most of the boxes were already empty and things are on its place, it was almost a miracle considering the amount of free days you have, and how effectively you had both worked it all.

The living room was for sure the hardest to put up, but since it was done, it was the centre of the house.

The big couch is enough to let you both lay comfortably on oposite ends, or at least it would be if you didn't prefer to be completely wrapped up on each other.

Emily's head rests comfortably on your shoulder, and you play with her hair absentmindedly and the movie almost finishing up.

"I'm never getting tired of it" you said, the rom com with the ending credits rolling on the screen being one of your favorites.

"yeah it's nice" Emily says with a smile plastered on her face, you kiss her on the head, sitting up to grab the remote.

"you know what i wish they did?" she says, grabbing a pillow and hugging it.

"hm?" you ask, turning the tv off and looking at her, her hair all sprawled out, her Yale hoodie and sweat pants, the pillow on her lap and a blanket over her shoulders. She looks so cuddly liked that.

The image of Emily like that- so sweet and calm, it's one you couldn't picture anywhere else that wasn't your now called home, you smile at her, that comforting feeling of your shared space feeling warm on your stomach.

"lesbian romcoms" she says, taking you out of your head "they don't do lesbian romcoms like this, only the sad, coming out, historical dramas, they're all so sad" she complains.

"yeah, you're right" you agree

"it would be so sweet to just have a silly meet-cute, or a love triangle, or an opposites attract with lesbians, i would watch it" you love her rambling so much, it makes you smile how she only choses to show that side of herself with you.

"I would gladly watch that with you, my love" you lower to kiss her lips softly, she grabs your face softly and you feel her smile against the kiss, her hands feel warm despite her usual cold fingers.

"you know what? I've got an idea" you say, separating from the kiss.

"do you wanna make our own lesbian romcom?" she asks, lifting one eyebrow seductively, it makes you laugh.

"no- I mean, yes, but later" you peck her lips and hold both her hands "we are gonna do... the closet" you announce, and you can see the moment it sinks in.

"oh, right now? c'mon, it's too much work, we got home early today, why don't we watch something else? a lesbian thing this time like The L word or something" you pull her, but she uses her body weight to stay sitting on the big couch.

"Oh c'mon Em, we'll do it together, and it will be super fast, c'mon let's go, i don't wanna shuffle through another box for my work clothes tomorrow" you pull her up against her efforts of staying seated, but eventually gives out, standing straight, wrapping her arm around yours for support.

The closet is big. Bigger than any other closet you've ever had. The walk in space can easily be divided for you and Emily.

The amount of boxes is probably bigger even than the kitchen boxes, which shouldn't come as a surprise considering the amout of shoes Emily has.

"ugh, we will never finish with all of these, it's too much stuff" she complains while shuffling through another box.

"we won't with that attitude, i'm sure, and also not with the amount of shoes here. Do you really need another pair of black boots? I swear you have like ten"

"First of all, that's an exaggeration, I only have 6, and second, yes, I do. Each one has its own personality.” she grins, crossing her arms against her chest.

“Ah, of course. I’d hate to stifle their individual identities.” you laugh, mimicking her tone.

She giggles "now you're catching up."

Emily reaches over to grab an item on the pile of clothes she's been separating. "Hey, have you seen my top that goes with this pants?" she asks, and you lift your sweatshirt to show her the small shirt"

"Oops" you say, and she smiles knowingly.

"I don't even know why we bother separating if you keep stealing all my clothes" she shrugs.

"Hey! You steal my clothes too" you try to defend, but Emily laughs, you know she was just teasing you.

"it's ok baby i don't mind, you do make everything I own look pretty irresistible.” she smirks.

“Flattery isn’t going to save you from this" you grab yet another thing from the pile of clothes.

"Oh, c'mon, i already came out of the closet when i was young, i don't want to enter it again" she smiles proudly of her own joke, and shakes her shoulders.

"And funny is not going to stop me from donating this one.” you say, throwing a shirt at her playfully.

“That was from when I was in Rome! You can’t get rid of my history!” she mock gasps, dramatically clutching the shirt.

“Fine, fine, it stays. But the next hoodie you leave on my side of the closet is officially mine.” you accept, folding a hoodie.

“Deal. I’m not even mad about that. You look cuter in them anyway.” she says, leaning over to kiss your cheek.

Teasingly, you raise an eyebrow “You just like an excuse to see me in your clothes.”

"Well, you're not wrong" she smirks, grabbing another shirt to fold.

After a while, you notice her eyeing a particularly vibrant red dress, its fabric shimmering slightly in the closet's light. She holds it up, letting it sway gently in front of her. “You know, I wore this on a date once. I thought I’d impress this girl, but she ended up being more into my friend,” she laughs, the sound light and airy.

“Hey, I’d be into you in that dress,” you say, the playful challenge hanging in the air.

“Really?” she teases, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “You think I’d look good in it? Maybe I should try it on for you...”

You chuckle, your heart fluttering at the suggestion. “I think it’s more than just the dress that would impress me.”

Emily’s cheeks flush a shade deeper as she bites her lip, her gaze playful yet earnest. “You know what? I think I will. And while I’m at it, we should plan on making our own romcom after this...” she adds, her eyes shining with excitement and mischief.

You nod, appreciating the thought. “Sounds perfect. I could use some of that after all this heavy lifting.”

“Oh yes. You're still wearing my clothes after all” she laughs, and winks at you, and then with a playful glint in her eye, she slips the dress off its hanger and heads toward the bathroom. “I’ll be right back!”

You watch her go, heart racing a little at the thought of her in that dress. A few moments later, she emerges, the fabric hugging her curves perfectly, the neckline just low enough to be enticing without being over the top.

"oh fuck-" that's the only thing that comes out of you when she steps back in.

“How do I look?” she asks, twirling playfully, the dress swirling around her.

“Like you just stepped out of a movie,” you say, your voice a mix of admiration and sincerity. “Seriously, you look stunning.”

Emily beams, her confidence radiating off her in waves. “I feel like I should be on a date or something.”

“Or starring in our own romantic comedy,” you suggest, your gaze steady on her, drinking in every detail—the way the dress accentuates her figure, the way she moves with such ease.

“Right? Like, imagine a silly meet-cute where I trip over my own feet and fall right into your arms,” she laughs, her eyes sparkling. “And then it turns into this wild adventure where we fight the odds and end up together, just like in those movies.”

“Definitely. You’d have to make it a happy ending, though,” you reply, stepping closer to her, feeling the magnetic pull of her presence.

Emily bites her lip, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. “Oh, I wouldn’t have it any other way,” she murmurs, glancing up at you through her lashes.

You take a moment to soak in her words and the beauty before you, feeling her playfulness. “You really could pull off that whole leading lady vibe,” you say softly, your heart racing as you lean in just a little closer.

“Maybe I could use a leading lady to match,” she replies, her voice dipping into something a bit more sultry. “What do you think? You up for the challenge?”

You can feel the warmth radiating from her, your heart pounding in your chest. “I think I can handle that,” you whisper, and without thinking, you close the distance, capturing her lips in a soft kiss. It’s tender, electric- the domesticity feeling so natural you could melt against her any second.

As you pull back, Emily smiles shyly, her cheeks still flushed from both the kiss, and the thought of it. She grabs your hand and pulls you outside “c'mon, let's come out of the closet- again"

You laugh softly, pulling her closer to you. "We don't need the straight romcoms while we have each other." you kiss her again, she hums against your lips, agreeing with you.

"And the L word, of course" you add, making Emily laugh.

“Sounds perfect,” she replies, her smile brightening the room, making it feel less like a space filled with boxes and more like your own little world, where everything was just right.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

[thir10th]

Seeing her clearly - October writing challenge day 3

summary: you had no idea Emily wore glasses, she had never mentioned it before. tw: none, just fluff, a bit suggestive at the end a/n: here’s day 3!! I hope you guys love this one as much as i do, and please interact with it if you do! 💘

It's not the most common thing. Not what you would expect of a couple that has only been together for a couple of weeks, but Emily and you are different.

Even before you started dating, Emily and you were always so close, and you had visited her apartment before, which made you no stranger to the house. The living room was ample and the kitchen isle was enough that you mostly ate there, except for the nights you'd spend on her couch.

So only after a couple of weeks of dating, the familiarity was simple, it came naturally, and you walked through that house like it was your own.

You had woken up, said hello to Sergio and gave him breakfast, then made coffee, and grabbed the paper. Hadn't this one been a work day, you would've taken the time to make some nice breakfast for your still passed out girlfriend, but for now you are fine with some toast.

Sitting on the kitchen isle, you open the paper to do the crossword, you'd like to have something to talk to Spencer about that isn't in Russian.

"Hey love, do i smell coffee?"your girlfriend's raspy and sleepy voice startles you.

"You do, your mug's over there" you say, without taking your sight off the paper. Emily bends to give you a good morning kiss on the cheek, her hair sprawls over your face, you turn around on your seat and grab the collar of her shirt pulling her to kiss her lips. Emily hums on the kiss, and then walks over to get her coffee.

You're still focused on the crossword when she takes the seat next to you and sips on her coffee.

"hey, Em do you think you could help me out with 6 down?" you ask, showing her the paper.

"um- too early to focus, hold on" she sits up, and opens a drawer.

Like it's nothing, she sits down and puts on a pair of reading glasses. You can't believe your eyes.

“Wait… hold on a second.” you stare at her in shock, wide-eyed

Emily glances up, looking a little confused “What?”

“I didn’t know you wore glasses.” you reply in utter shock, grinning like an idiot.

She blushes slightly, adjusting them nervously “Yeah, only for reading. They’re not a big deal.”

"How come you read files all the time at work and i had never seen them?" you still can't get over this.

"I don't need them that much, just the paper's letters are so tiny..." She shifts in her seat awkwardly “I try not to wear them too much. They make me feel like I look… older.”

You stare in disbelief, leaning forward ���Older? Emily, are you kidding me? You look amazing in them.”

“Yeah, right. I’ve always thought they just aged me. Not exactly the look I was going for.” she chuckles, clearly embarassed.

You shake your head, still staring at her like you’ve just discovered the eighth wonder of the world “No, seriously. I mean, I already thought you were gorgeous, but this? You look so… I don’t know, smart, and—” your voice drops slightly “... ridiculously attractive.”

She blushes harder, trying to hide a smile “Oh God, don’t make a thing out of it. I just need them to read, nothing special.”

Playfully tilting your head, you are clearly loving how flustered she is “No, this is definitely a thing now.” you reach out and gently take her hand “You’re seriously making it hard for me to concentrate on the crossword right now.”

“Well, I’m glad someone likes them.” She laughs softly, still looking a little shy.

Softly, squeezing her hand, you get up from your seat and walk to her, lowering down you sit on her lap, and she welcomes you grabbing your thighs with one hand to hold you in place, the other one still on yours “I more than like them. I love them. And I love you in them.” you kiss her hand sweetly.

“So, just so you know… if you wear them more often, I won’t complain.” leaning closer, your voice teasing.

She shuffles behind you, trying to make you and herself comfortable on top of you “I’ll keep that in mind. But you’re not seriously freaking out over a pair of glasses, right?” smirking, her confidence returning a little.

You grin, leaning even closer “Oh, I am definitely freaking out.” you kiss her cheek, your voice soft “In the best way.”

She smiles, her eyes twinkling behind the glasses “Well, if it gets this kind of reaction from you, maybe I’ll have to wear them more often after all.”

You raise an eyebrow playfully, running a hand up her arm. “You really should,” you whisper, brushing your lips against her ear. “In fact, I think we still have some time before I have to leave for work...”

Emily raises her head slightly, lips curving into a teasing smile. “Oh, do we now?” Her voice is low, and you can feel her shifting under you.

“Yeah,” you murmur, leaning in just enough to kiss the corner of her mouth, then whisper “and the glasses stay on.”

Emily lets out a surprised laugh, her hand tightening its grip on your thighs as she pulls you even closer. “Oh really?” Her tone is playful but laced with a bit of intrigue. “The glasses stay on, huh?”

You nod, your gaze intense. “Absolutely.”

Without another word, Emily grabs your hips firmly, and before you know it, she’s lifting you up with ease and placing you on top of the kitchen table. The cool surface contrasts with the warmth of her hands as she presses herself between your legs.

“You sure you’ve got time for this?” she asks, her voice thick with amusement as she leans in, brushing her lips against yours, just enough to make you crave more. Her glasses frame her face perfectly, making her look both sophisticated and irresistibly sexy.

“Trust me,” you whisper breathlessly, “I’ll make time.”

Emily smirks, clearly enjoying the effect she’s having on you. She cups your face with one hand, while the other slides around your waist, pulling you into her as she finally closes the distance, kissing you deeply. The kiss is slow but intense, her lips moving against yours like she’s savoring every second.

Your fingers immediately find their way into her hair, tugging gently as the kiss deepens. You can feel her smile against your lips before she pulls back just slightly, her breath mingling with yours. “You really like the glasses that much, huh?”

You nod, barely able to catch your breath. “I love them... and I love you.” Your hands slide down to the collar of her shirt, tugging her back in for another kiss.

Emily chuckles softly against your lips, her hands roaming your sides as she presses you further into the table. “Good, because they’re staying on,” she teases before capturing your lips again, and all thoughts of work vanish as you melt into her.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

[thir10th]

Soft Strands and Sweet Interruptions - October writing challenge day 2

summary: Emily is trying to tell you about her day, but you get distracted tw: a tiny mention to typical show violence at the beginning, no smut, this is so sweet it's literally just tooth rotting fluff a/n: i think i forgot to mention this, but i will be posting on alternate days, so instead of a fic a day, it’s going to be a fic every two days. Here’s the second one!! Happy 3rd of October! 💘

"I'm telling you" Emily stops mid-sentence to swallow a big bite of her spicy noodles before finishing her point "they don't even take it seriously anymore"

The containers lay empty all scattered over the coffee table, you sit with your legs crisscrossed on the couch in front of your girlfriend. After a whole day of work. she called you asking if you could come around, and only five minutes later you were at her door with takeout from her favorite chinese place, and asking what's wrong.

After the third spring roll and some noodles, her rambling had gotten lighter, and she was feeling better already.

"mh- and don't even get me started on today's training!" she says rolling her eyes and taking another bite"

"this young generations of agents think they can just shoot at whatever they want without consequences! They ignore my guiding, It’s like everything I said went in one ear and out the other.”

You nod, letting her vent "Mmhmm, sounds like a classic Prentiss-the-new-agents-trainer day.”

"Oh no! this is temporary, as soon as Morgan's arm is better, they're all his." She scoffs "I've been doing this- what? years? I remember i used to listen to my supervisory agent when i was training"

“I don’t even know how you deal with it.” you try comforting her, resting your hand on her lap, watching her and smiling softly.

Emily throws up her hands, hair falling into her face “I honestly don’t know either. By the end of the day, I just wanted to—” her words trail off as she looks down, clearly still worked up, but before she can continue, you gently reach over and tuck her hair behind her ear, taking her by surprise.

Truth is- you've always loved Emily's hair, more than you care to admit, always glowing, the dark almost black strands always falling over her face now that she's letting her bangs grow out.

She blinks, her expression softening in confusion "What are you doing?"

"Distracting you" you say, smiling as you continue to run your fingers through her hair, gently brushing it back.

Her voice softens as she looks at you “Well, it’s working.” she scoffs in surprise and a bit embarrassed.

Your fingers linger in her hair, and you lean in closer, your thumb brushing her cheek “Good.” You close the distance and kiss her softly, feeling her relax into you.

Emily sighs against your lips, clearly surprised but smiling “Wow, you’ve got great timing.”

You giggle softly, pulling back just a little “I have my moments.”

She grabs your face so softly with her hand, her thumb caressing your cheek. Still smiling, her rant forgotten, she rests her forehead against yours “You’re a very good distraction, you know that?”

You whisper, running your fingers through her hair again “I’ll keep that in mind for the next time you’re this worked up.”

You peck her lips one more time, fast and sweet "it's not worth it my love, they'll learn when they learn, it's not your responsibility, and i don't like to see you so affected by it" you touch her nose with yours, the childish gesture makes her laugh

"and i'll keep distracting you if it means you'll relax this frown a bit" you touch the spot between her eyebrows, and she giggles.

She chuckles softly, eyes closing as she leans into you “I might just start ranting more often if this is the reward.”

You smile, still threading your fingers through her soft, dark hair. “I wouldn’t complain.” Your voice is gentle as you tilt your head, watching the way her expression has softened, the tension from the day finally melting away.

Emily hums, her eyes drifting shut, clearly savoring the feeling of your touch. “You know,” she murmurs, her voice quieter now, “you’re really good at this.”

“At what?” you ask, laughing softly.

“Calming me down. Just being here.” She opens her eyes again, her gaze full of warmth as she looks at you. “I don’t know what I’d do without you sometimes.”

You brush a few more strands of hair away from her face, your fingertips lingering against her skin. “You’d be fine,” you tease, though your heart flutters at her words. “But I’m happy to help, especially when it means I get to play with your hair. You know how much I love it.”

Emily smirks, but there’s a softness in her eyes that tells you how much she appreciates it. “You and my hair, huh? Guess I should let you mess with it more often.”

You grin, pressing another quick kiss to her lips. “I’m holding you to that.”

She laughs before she leans in again, pressing her lips to yours in a slower, sweeter kiss this time. When she pulls back, she tucks her head into the crook of your neck, wrapping her arms around you.

“Thanks for always knowing how to make things better,” she whispers. You feel so grateful to be her safety net, that she feels safe enough with you that she will share this things with you, letting her armor down every once in a while, so she doesn't have to carry it all herself.

You hold her close, your hand still gently running through her hair. “Always,” you promise, feeling her relax completely in your arms.

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There you go! I wanted to start slow for day 2, lmk what you think! Remember any kind of feedback is greatly appreciated

[thir10th]

hellooo! i’ve only recently found your blog and needed to tell you how much i enjoy your writing! i just keep coming back here to read more, it’s been so fun! i’ve been loving the getaway series and i’m wondering if you were planning on continuing it? if you were planning on it, would it be possible to request some more fluff and some more smut, maybe where emily and fem!reader sc!ssor a little? 👀 honestly would read whatever you felt like writing as well, tysm🤎

tysm anon this is super sweet! <3 i'm so so sorry this took so long to get done but here it is at last!

The getaway pt.5 - Emily Prentiss x fem!reader

ALL OF THESE CAN BE READ AS STAND-ALONES

summary: You decide to enjoy the steam room, and then you can't stop thinking about a certain thing tw: smut, semi-public sex, tribadism, lesbian sex, dom-sub undertones, fingering, english isn't my first language, i think that's it a/n: the bitch is BACK but for how long idk (it's me, i'm the bitch) This one's also based in a Huff scene! If you want the clip lmk!

You unwrap from the softness of the bathrobe to hang it outside, leaving you just on your small bikini. Your back muscles still feel all tingly and relaxed from the massage,

it was Emily's idea, really, she loves couple activities way more than anyone would think, she had been the one to book the couples massage for you after breakfast.

Your massage therapist had been a little faster than Emily's, having you decided to skip the last part having some trouble with your cervical muscles, and being reluctant to someone digging up too much into your skin, you jumped from the bed, whispering a goodbye to Emily, head down on the table, she answered what you deduced was a muffled "yeah", way too relaxed to pay much attention to you.

A warm and dense wave of steam hits you straight on the face, a woman passes next to you, leaving the room empty, and you carefully place your towel on the wooden bench, slowly lowering yourself on it, closing your eyes, you enjoy the fully relaxed state you're in.

The sound of the door opening slightly startles you, Emily enters and stops to close the door behind her. You take a small moment to admire her.

The toned muscles on her back, shoulders down and relaxed, her soft, dark hair falls wet on strands, her small bikini bottoms haging on her hips seductively, or maybe casually, but everything about this woman drives you nuts, everything she does turns you on, she makes your heart race by just existing.

She turns around and smiles when she catches you starring at her.

"That massage, was amazing" she says in almost a whisper, and you can feel a certain heat on your lower stomach that you already know too well.

"It was, right?" you smile, as she slowly walks up to you, and leans down to give you a chaste kiss on your lips, she oh so soft you think you might just melt on the contact of her soft lips against yours.

She sits next to you, so close that your elbows are touching, she holds your hand tenderly. Her smile is of pure joy and full of intention, the same that she’s been pulling the whole weekend.

You hold her face to pull her in for another kiss. This time your mouth opens in an invitation, Emily bites your lower lip in that way that she knows drive you crazy, and you let out a satisfied whimper.

“It is so lonely in here is it?” She asks with fake innocence, pulling away from the kiss.

“So?” You smile, knowing what she probably has in mind.

“And it’s so hot in here too” she adds, now looking around as if to make sure there’s no one else on the reduced space of the room.

Her soft fingers on your stomach, she works wonders on your skin. Her lips brushing against your ear, you can feel her breath against your skin, she kisses the flesh of your ear, softly first, before trapping your earlobe between her teeth, making you gasp.

This is so wrong, you cannot do this here right now, but the way Emily's soft caresses your skin, lowering her tough behind your bellybutton towards your lower stomach, you think you might just melt right that second.

"Em- Emily, stop!" you scold her when you feel her fingertips reaching the string of your bikini bottoms.

"shh" she whispers on your ear, you feel her warm breath, it's all a combination that might just drive you crazy right now "c'mon, love. Look around" she encourages you, and you subconsciously oblige. Not because you think you've missed anything there, but because Emily's commanding voice could make anyone do whatever she asked.

"It's just us" you can feel the smile on her lips which makes you look. Her face and yours now so close to each other, you want to give in and kiss her right now right there, and have your way with her. You know she will pull out her badge if it means it will get to avoid having anyone entering the room.

Her fingers trace the line of your bikini bottoms, teasing the edge in a way that has your breath hitching. Emily's eyes are locked on yours, dark and full of heat, but there's a playfulness too. She loves seeing you squirm, loves having this control over you.

"Relax," she whispers, voice soft but laced with desire. Her other hand drifts up your side, her fingertips grazing your ribcage before sliding around to your back, pulling you closer to her. You shiver, both from the touch and the heady atmosphere of the steam-filled room.

"Emily," you try to sound firm, but it comes out more like a breathless plea.

She chuckles softly, lips ghosting over your collarbone before placing feather-light kisses there, sending small shocks of electricity through your body. Her fingers dance lower, teasing the sensitive skin just beneath your belly button, and you can feel your pulse quicken in response.

"Just a little fun," she murmurs against your skin, her mouth finding your neck now, where she presses open-mouthed kisses that make your breath hitch even more. Her hand continues its slow descent, fingers brushing the inside of your thigh.

The steam clings to both of you, heat wrapping around you like a blanket, but all you can focus on is Emily—her lips, her touch, her body pressed close to yours. It feels dangerous, exhilarating. Every nerve in your body is tuned to her, and it’s almost unbearable, the way she’s drawing this out.

When her fingers finally slip beneath your bikini bottoms, you gasp, your body reacting instantly to her touch. She’s gentle at first, her fingers barely grazing your folds, but even that slight contact is enough to make your hips shift involuntarily, seeking more. Her mouth finds yours again, but this time the kiss is anything but chaste. It’s hungry, demanding, and you give yourself over to it, moaning softly into her mouth as her fingers start to move more deliberately against you.

"God," you pant, your head falling back against the wall of the steam room as Emily’s mouth trails down your neck. Her fingers continue their slow, torturous rhythm, slipping between your folds, slick and teasing, and you can feel that heat coiling in your stomach, threatening to unravel at any second.

"Oh, love, you're drenched" you moan in response and she smiles triumphantly, knowing the effect her words have on you.

But just as you feel yourself tipping over the edge, lost in her touch, the door creaks open.

Both of you freeze.

Emily’s hand stills against you, her lips hovering just above your collarbone. You can hear the soft shuffling of someone stepping inside, the sound of feet on the wooden floor.

You can barely think, your body still burning with unfulfilled desire, but the sudden shock of being caught makes your heart race for an entirely different reason.

Emily pulls away, her fingers slipping out from your bikini as she tries to regain her composure, her eyes wide with a mixture of amusement and frustration. You stifle a laugh, biting your lip to keep quiet, your body still trembling from how close you’d been to release.

The person in the room doesn’t seem to notice anything amiss, thankfully. They settle on the bench across the room, their back turned to you. Emily glances at you, an eyebrow raised in silent mischief, as if to say we got away with it. You shake your head slightly, still trying to catch your breath, but there’s a grin tugging at your lips.

She leans in one last time, brushing her lips over your ear and whispering, “To be continued.”

Your heart skips at the promise, and despite the interruption, you know this weekend with Emily is far from over.

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Lunch with Emily is always relaxing, or at least it usually is. But today, as you sit across from her in the cozy hotel restaurant, you can barely focus on the food in front of you. Your body is still buzzing with leftover tension from the steam room, your mind running in circles, replaying the way Emily’s fingers had teased you, the heat in her eyes before you were interrupted.

You stab at your salad, but the frustration gnawing at you is impossible to ignore.

Emily’s fork pauses mid-air, and she looks at you with a knowing smirk. “You seem a little… distracted.”

You glance up at her, trying to play it cool. “Oh, really? I wonder why.”

She arches a brow, clearly enjoying herself. “Is someone upset because they didn’t get to finish what we started in the steam room?”

The way she says it, with that playful lilt in her voice, makes you squirm in your seat. You try to hide it behind a sip of your drink, but Emily’s eyes never miss anything. She leans forward, resting her chin on her hand, and that amused glint in her eye only deepens.

"You're terrible," you mutter, but there's no heat behind it. In fact, you're trying not to smile, even if your body still hums with unresolved tension.

“Am I?” she says, her voice low and teasing. “I thought I was being quite generous, actually.”

You raise an eyebrow at her, feigning annoyance, but your heart races. “Generous? Emily, you left me hanging.”

She chuckles softly, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. “If I recall, you were the one who said 'stop.' I was being considerate.”

You huff, folding your arms across your chest. "Someone walked in. What was I supposed to do? Keep going and give them a show?"

Emily leans back in her chair, her gaze dropping to your lips before flicking back up to your eyes. There’s a mischievous spark in her dark eyes that sets your pulse racing. “Well, we do have one more night here,” she muses casually, but you know her too well to believe she’s as casual as she’s pretending to be. “It’d be a shame to waste that king-sized bed upstairs, don’t you think?”

You feel your breath catch, your mind already jumping ahead to the possibilities. Her voice is laced with suggestion, and it sends a wave of heat through you, the same kind of heat you felt in the steam room.

“What exactly are you suggesting, Prentiss?” you ask, trying to match her playfulness, but your voice betrays your anticipation.

Emily’s grin is slow and confident, the kind that makes your stomach flip. “I’m suggesting we go back to the room. Let me make it up to you properly.”

Your heart skips at the promise in her words. There’s nothing casual about the way she’s looking at you now, the way her eyes are dark with intent. She knows exactly what she’s doing to you, and she’s enjoying every second of it.

You don’t even finish your drink. The moment the check is settled, Emily stands and holds her hand out to you with that same irresistible grin, and you take it, already feeling the anticipation building again.

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The moment the door to the hotel room closes behind you, Emily’s hands are on you. She presses you up against the wall, her mouth crashing against yours in a kiss that’s nothing like the teasing ones from earlier. It’s full of hunger, full of need, and you return it just as fiercely, your hands tangling in her hair as you pull her closer.

She breaks the kiss only to breathe out, "I think we left something unfinished earlier."

You don’t even have time to respond before she’s tugging your shirt over your head, her lips back on yours as she pushes you toward the bed, you smile against her mouth at the sudden urgency, and you can tell she feels it by the scoff she lets out.

Your body’s on fire, and the weight of her against you only fuels the flames. By the time you collapse onto the bed together, your skin is already flushed with heat.

Emily straddles you, her dark eyes locked onto yours as she leans down to kiss you again, slower this time, savoring the taste of you. Her hands roam over your body, fingers brushing over your bare skin with deliberate slowness, driving you mad with anticipation.

“I think it’s time to take care of you, don’t you?” she whispers against your lips.

You nod breathlessly, your body aching for her touch. “Yes, please.”

Her lips curl into that smug smile again as she shifts, her body aligning with yours in a way that makes your breath catch. She’s not teasing anymore. She’s focused, determined, and when her thigh slides between yours, pressing up against you, you let out a shaky gasp.

Her eyes darken as she watches your reaction, her hand sliding down to tug at your bottoms until they’re off, discarded somewhere on the floor. You help her with her own, and when her bare skin presses against yours, you feel like you might lose your mind.

"God, Emily," you pant as she presses herself against you, her thigh slipping between your legs as she moves her hips in a slow, deliberate rhythm. The pressure is perfect, but it’s not enough—you want more, need more.

"Patience," she murmurs, her lips ghosting over your neck as she moves, her body sliding against yours in a way that makes you gasp. Her hand grips your thigh, pulling you closer until you can feel her slick heat against yours, your bodies fitting together like pieces of a puzzle.

You can’t stop the soft moan that escapes your lips as your hips move together, the friction sending waves of pleasure through you. Emily’s breath hitches, and her eyes flutter shut for a moment as she rolls her hips, finding that perfect rhythm. The pressure, the heat, the way your bodies slide against each other—it’s almost too much, and yet it’s not enough at the same time. It's never enough when it comes to Emily.

Her eyes snap open, locking onto yours as she presses her forehead against yours, her breath coming in shallow pants. "You feel so good," she whispers, her voice thick with desire.

You cling to her, your bodies moving in sync, the friction building higher and higher with every grind of her hips. It’s desperate, raw, and you can feel that tension coiling in your stomach again, tighter and tighter with each thrust.

"Emily," you gasp, your voice barely a whisper as you feel yourself teetering on the edge.

"I’ve got you," she whispers back, her voice a promise as her pace quickens, her body moving against yours with more urgency now. "Come for me."

And that’s all it takes. With a cry, you tumble over the edge, your body shuddering against hers as waves of pleasure crash over you. Emily follows right after, her moans mingling with yours as her body tenses, her grip on you tightening as she rides out her own release.

For a moment, neither of you move, both of you catching your breath, your bodies still pressed together in the aftermath. Emily’s hand cups your cheek, and she presses a soft kiss to your lips, her touch now tender and loving.

"Better?" she asks, her voice low and teasing again, but there’s a softness in her eyes that makes your heart swell.

You nod, still breathless, smiling up at her. "Much better."

Emily smirks, rolling over to lie beside you, pulling you into her arms. "Good. We’ve still got some time left before checkout. I might have more making up to do."

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This was my october writing challenge day 1! Hope you love it <3

For now, this is the ending of the getaway, if you'd like to request something else for it i could consider it, but for now it's done! thank you all for the support and specially the patience!! <3

reqs are still super open!

[thir10th]

October writing challenge ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ

Hello everyone! Did y'all miss me?

Fun fact about me is October is my most favorite month of the whole year! so I'm coming back with the announcement that this year i'm gonna attempt to write a mix between kinktober and flufftober (a mix of both, since i can't really choose, and i also can't bring myself to write smut for 31 days straight) so my first October writing challenge!

It's gonna be a big mix of things, starting with the last part of The getaway! (no, i did not completely forget about it, although most of you probably have)

I don't have a specific plan yet so if anyone has any requests they're more than welcome- although i really can't promise to write them.

Some of this will be longer, some shorter, some will have smut and some don't, but i really have no idea about the planning so i can't give you a list with days or anything

First fic will be published October 1st! so make sure to be there and to interact with it if you like it and want me to write more.

For requests keep in mind: I only do Emily Prentiss x fem!reader, and i do admit smut but there are some limitations to it (if you want to see more, here's my welcome post) and if you don't know if i will be writing something, then you can simply ask! My inbox is always open for you!

I hope you love it, and remember to interact with my stuff if you want me to write more! lot's of love -`♡´-

[thir10th]

when i rewatch criminal minds episodes i'm always reminded that emily is actually crazy good at her job

today i was rewatching seven seconds (best cm episode ever btw nothing will ever top seven seconds) and if you look at emily's face when the uncle was explaining that maybe katie was just playing dress-up you can see in her eyes how she put the pieces together in her head that there was something going on and that the uncle may have done something to katie

it's even more obvious when you watch the clip like you see the moment when it clicks for her but she couldn't say anything unless she had proof of it

and i have to admire paget's acting here too because she was just so good at the subtle changes with just her eyes and body language she was just too good in this ep this was HER ep

i still get chills thinking about the scene where she was getting the aunt to confess what she did to katie and goes "you have robbed katie of her childhood, are you going to steal the rest of her life from her as well?" with so much fury and passion my god she is excellent