Fifty Ways to Love You - Emily Prentiss x OC

14. honest opinion

"You sure you're good with this?" I asked her. Emily messed with her hair in the mirror.

"Positive."

The front door shut, and I called, "Привет, Максимка! Моя девушка уже здесь."

I didn't know quite what word to use to describe her. 'Love' felt far too soon, 'my love is already here'? I settled on the word most younger people use, девушка, knowing he'd understand. "Come on," I whispered to Emily.

Max had gone to put his things in the guest bedroom where he was staying, and came out with a smile. "Max, this is Emily; Emily, this is my brother, Max,"

"Nice to meet you," he said. They shook hands.

"Likewise," replied Emily with a personable smile. They stared at each other for an awkward moment.

"Uh, dinner's ready, so let's..." I broke the silence by ushering them to the table. Both of them chuckled nervously. I think it was clear to them how important it was to me that they got along. My girlfriend and my teenage brother.

"So, uh, where are you from?" he asked her.

"I grew up all over, my mom was a diplomat, so we moved a lot. DC, Italy, a lot of places in the Middle East, Ukraine," she listed. Max lit up.

"Вы говорите по-русский?"

Emily stuttered through a single Russian sentence. "А, я немного говорю по-русский, но отлично говорю по-французски, по-итальянски, по-испански, и по-арабски." Max's eyes widened.

"Wow! But your Russian's not great? You speak well." All of them knew it wasn't quite true. Emily's accent was, frankly, pretty rough. Emily chuckled.

"Thank you. And no, I didn't live in Eastern Europe long, I didn't get very good at Russian. I've rehearsed saying the languages I speak, so hopefully, if I'm ever in a situation, someone'll speak one of the other ones." We all laughed.

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The dinner went rather well, and I was glad they seemed to like each other. Emily left after dinner, kissing me goodbye, and once the door was shut, I turned around to see Max smiling.

"Okay, be honest," I said. He raised his eyebrows.

"My honest opinion on her?" I nodded. He faked a wince before smiling. "I think she's great, Galya. She's very nice, and she really seems to like you." I grinned and hugged him.

"Oh, I'm so glad you like her,"

"Yeah, she's cool,"

"Thank god."

He was going home the next evening, so I dropped him at the airport and on the way back picked up Emily so she could stay at my place. "Your brother's a sweet boy," she said once I locked the door to my apartment behind us.

"Yeah. He really liked you. Even said you were cool,"

"Did he really?" she laughed.

"Mhm. He's happy for me, so..." I caught Emily smiling.

"Good. 'Cause I'm happy to be with you, baby." Emily put her arm around my waist and pulled me sideways into a kiss. "How'd I get such a beautiful girlfriend?" she asked with a big smile.

"Emily, have you seen yourself?" I asked her incredulously.

We laid in bed and she was on top of me, her tongue in my mouth. Her hand stroked my side. I grabbed her hips and she moaned softly into my mouth. Her other hand grabbed my breast.

"Gorgeous," I said. "Such a good girl." Emily pressed her body further against me, and I wrapped one of my hands around the underside of her leg, my fingers dangerously close to her core. We were both still fully clothed, though.

My fingers inched closer until Emily put her hand on my upper chest and pushed away slightly. "Hey, baby, uh, not tonight. Is that okay? I'm sorry,"

"Hey, of course that's okay," I answered gently, tucking some of her hair behind her ear, "don't apologize, sweetheart. I've got you." She got off of me with a still-apologetic smile. "I don't care a bit. You want me to hold you tonight?"

"Mhm," she murmured as she snuggled up next to me. "Thank you,"

"For what, honey? I'm just caring for you tonight, baby,"

"You're so understanding," she whispered.

"Can I give you kisses, honey, is that alright?" She nodded.

"Yeah. Nothing's wrong, I'm just not up for it tonight, okay? I'm really tired,"

"Yeah, of course, I got it." I kissed her forehead and she nestled into my chest. "You're tired, baby? You can sleep here in my arms, pretty girl, I'll hold you all night. How 'bout we leave early in the morning so you can get your stuff for work?"

"Mhm,"

"Alright, sweetheart. Here, let's get you to sleep. I've got you, beautiful."