always been mine - emily prentiss x reader

*chapter nineteen // return

thought this was kinda hot idk i'm writing it during ap european history and precalc

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Upon your return to work, JJ beamed to see you when you came in. Garcia shuffled out of her office, her heels click-clacking on the floor. The two blondes stood before you, and Emily wrapped her arm around your waist.

"How was the honeymoon?" JJ asked.

"Good," you answer. "Thank god Emily speaks French, mine isn't nearly as good,"

"Did you see the Eiffel Tower?" Garcia asked excitedly.

"It's such a traditional honeymoon, but she'd never been to Paris, so..."

"No, I think it's great," JJ said. "We're glad to have you back," 

"And on that note, lovelies, we do unfortunately have a case, and it is a doozy." Garcia held up the file and the four of you walked up to the briefing room.

"No rest for the weary," Emily shrugged.

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"Last month, in Lake Placid, New York, Kayla Parson and Nithya Purimetla were found dead in a forest, Nithya laying over Kayla, perpendicular. Two weeks later, Alyssa Albertsson and Christina DiGregorio were found posed the same way, Alyssa over Christina, this time on a small private beach across town. And just yesterday, Lily Byers and Jacqueline Hart were found, Lily over Jacqueline, behind the bushes bush in a park. The one on the top had been shot once in the forehead, the one on the bottom stabbed twenty-six times in their lower abdomen,"

"Well, it's clearly about women," Morgan observed.

"Oh, not just that," Garcia continued, "It's about couples. Each of the women on the bottom had gone missing two days earlier, and each was reported missing by her partner, the woman on the top. Then she went missing, and the next day they were both found dead. Kayla and Nithya were together for eight months when they were found, Alyssa and Christina for a year, and Lily and Jacqueline had been married for three months, were together for three years before that." 

You glanced over across the table to see Emily, who was looking at you too. The tension in the room could be cut with a knife, as everyone's eyes fell on you two. "Don't look at us like that. Trust us, we know," Emily scolded them. 

"Wheels up in thirty."

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You and Emily were the first on the jet, and snuck into the bathroom. "Are you okay, honey?"

"Fine, why?"

"The case," she said, taking your hair in her fingers. "I know it's a lot for me to take in. Are you doing okay, sweetheart?"

"I'm fine, Em. How about you? It's definitely rough, but I'm here for you, my love,"

"I'm good." She gave you a soft smile, kissing you in reassurance. 

"You'd tell me if you weren't?"

"I will, love." She kissed you again, this time longer, deeper. "Do you wanna stop?" she breathed.

"No,"

"Good." Emily unbuttoned your shirt and held your waist, keeping you steady as she pushed you up against the wall of the bathroom. "You're so hot,"

"Quick, Em." She chuckled at you and unbuttoned and unzipped your pants. 

"Yeah?" She touched your underwear and kneeled down when you nodded. Not wasting any time, she sucked on your clit and thrusted her fingers into you. You were lucky she knew how to drive you insane, otherwise you might've gotten caught. 

"Em..."

"Yeah, I know." 

Your breaths were sharp as you tried to silence your moans as you came, engulfed by the pleasure and nearly forgetting where you were. You let out a deep sigh and Emily helps redress you. 

"We've gotta go, love, they're gonna board soon,"

"I know. Do I look okay?"

"Beautiful as ever," she said, shooting you a quick smile.

"No, like, presentable for work, like I didn't just have sex in an airplane bathroom?" She laughed and looked you up and down before fixing your hair slightly.

"Look fine. Come on."

As you're about to leave, you hear a knock on the bathroom door. "Fuck," Emily whispers to you. Well, no way out of it now. You apologize with your eyes, though this is neither of your faults, and open the door. It's Reid and Morgan, and they're pulling out of a kiss. 

All four of you are like deer in headlights. The men remain terrified, though, as you and Emily crack up. 

"Alright, your turn, boys," your wife says to them.

"We'll knock if anyone boards, give you some warning," you add with a laugh. Spencer gives you a look, maybe of gratitude? Or begging you not to tell? "Don't worry, secret's safe with us. We've been there." Derek nods and pulls Spencer into the bathroom. 

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