champagne problems x jemily/hotchniss

thirty-eight

salem🤝 giving the readers everything they didn't ask for/want in the first place

don't kill me this chapter. it's for ✨character development✨

happy readings and stay safe besties! -salem🤍

TW: minimal swearing, NSFW mentions/suggested, mentions of alcohol
word count: 3904

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Rossi: "Moving on is easy. It's staying moved on that's trickier." Katerina Stoykova Klemer.

Ring. Ring. Ring.

Emily woke up, looking around the living room she had fallen asleep in. She grabbed her phone and answered it. "Prentiss."

"Good morning, sunshine. We're going to have a visitor today, so Hotch wants us all down at the office ASAP," Penelope said as she walked into the elevator at Quantico. Emily ran a hand down her face as she sighed. Maybe three beers and two tequila shots last night were a mistake. "I'll bring you a coffee."

"You are heaven-sent. I'll see you in a bit," Emily said and smiled softly.

"Love you! Get here soon," Penelope said and hung up the phone. Emily sighed as she looked over at the naked woman right next to her. She had woken up and was just staring at Emily. The medium skin toned woman looked heavenly in just a blanket. Her tattoo on her sternum poked out from the blanket. She leaned up and bit her lip as Emily wore a proud smirk as her chest was revealed.

"I should get going," she said and smiled as she grabbed her things. Emily nodded her head as she kept her eyes down as the woman got up. The woman got dressed in a hurry. She turned back around, leaning over and kissing Emily goodbye. "I had a great time last night. Call me if you wanna do it again."

And just like that, the mystery woman was out the door without a trace. Emily's eyebrows raised as flashes of last night came back to her. She might just take her up on that offer.

Woman number five? Emily couldn't remember anymore. Shamelessly, she was sleeping around. She wasn't engaged, wasn't married, or in a committed relationship. Emily had the right to have fun just like the rest of them.

Emily got up, racing to showered and dressed before running out of her apartment. She made it to Quantico in twenty minutes. As Emily walked in, Penelope greeted her with a coffee in her hands and a warm hug. She noticed Emily's tossed state and just raised an eyebrow suggestively. She and Penelope have had this conversation about Emily just having fun for a while. So it was no surprise that Penelope was supportive of Emily's actions.

"Good morning!" Spencer said and smiled over at Emily as she sat down at her desk.

"Good morning," Emily said and smiled back at him. After Penelope's and Spencer's talk with Emily, they tried to be more understanding and inclusive of her. Both had read each one hundred fifty-two letters Emily wrote to them. They wanted to understand the hell she lived in and be open with her about it. And boy, was Emily hurting so much.

"What's going on with you two? You both look like you saw heaven," Derek said and wiggled his eyebrows. Both Spencer and Emily both rolled their eyes at him. "Oh, now you gotta spill. You first, pretty boy."

"I'm not saying anything, especially since you know her," Spencer said and looked down towards his files. Emily and Derek's eyes widened at the remark. Oh, now they were interested.

"I can have Garcia look into cellphone records," Derek said and pulled out his phone. Spencer shrugged his shoulders.

"Go ahead," Spencer said simply. Derek groaned as he put his phone away.