19. this is me trying

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19.this is me trying
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     fingers laced through hair, olivia stared at emily with a small smile on her lips as she waited for her to wake up. who knew half a year could change so much? it felt like just yesterday they had been sharing the lift for the first time. it was even harder to believe that this time last january they had been silently pining after one another, wishing they had spent new years together, but considering her breathe still hitched every time they saw her, guess some things still stayed the same. it was times like this, when they were half awake mumbling sweet nothing, that she felt the luckiest— emily was most relaxed like this, quietly liking to think it was because of her.

"why are you thinking so early in the morning" emily grumbled, pulling her back into her embrace

"it's 10:30" she chuckled softly but obeyed none the less, letting herself be smothered in kisses "did you sleep well?"

"i did, did you?"

emily only nodded, lingering kisses along her jaw and just under her ear, hands already trailing. olivia bit her lip, trying to pull herself up with no avail "amor as much as id hate to get up i am not about to kiss you, let alone do anything else, with morning breathe" to which she got an annoyed groan and a "i'm waiting", pulling away. olivia found her shorts and slipped on emily's shirt as she left for the bathroom

"why clothes?"

"why not clothes? i get cold". she came back, immediately being pulled down, shaking her head but leaning down to kiss her anyways. she could never really deny emily regardless, hands grazing under shirt. moaning softly as teeth nipped at her skin, setting her skin aflame as a tongue soothed it in its tracks. a knock at the door abruptly stopped them, olivia sighing as emily pretended it never happened, continuing on until a second set of knocks finally pulled them apart

"it's probably just an amazon package, just get it and come back or i swear i'm gonna die"

olivia sighed, leaving  her one last kiss before shuffling to the door, pulling it open ready to sign whatever had to be signed and jump back into bed. except there was no signing. instead, before her stood a brightly dressed blonde with extremely cute glasses "um. can i help you?"

"oh god, oh no. did i get the door wrong? this is 09b isn't it? i thought emily lived here"

"emily prentiss?". the overly excited girl nodded "she does. who are you may i ask?"

"i'm penelope!". and there it is, the dots automatically connected in her mind. of course this was the famous garcia, who else would dress head to toe in bright pink and orange and 6 inch heels in the london snow.

"oh! yeah i know all about you! um, come in. i'll go get her" she offered her a smile, closing the door behind her before rushing to the bedroom "amor. you have company"

"what?" emily immediately shot up and grabbed her sweats and a shirt

"relax, relax" she tried her best to calm her, already sensing the shift "it's penelope, you didn't tell me she was coming though"

"i didn't know she was".

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