Fifty Ways to Love You - Emily Prentiss x OC

32. eight months

"You did perfect for me, my lovely," I affirmed in the bath.

"I don't know why I'm like this," she chuckled. "Why am I so nervous?" Emily lamented. I cupped water in my hand and let it fall on her back.

"Hey, honey, you tried something new. You're a very good girl for me, hmm?" I kissed her shoulder from behind her. "Thank you for letting me take care of you. Was...did everything feel okay?"

Her eyes widened and she nodded fervently. "Yeah," she laughed, "definitely. Definitely okay,"

"Yeah?" I smiled.

"Mhm." She looked back at me and had an adorable smile on her face. "I love you,"

"I love you too, my sweet girl,"

"I feel really good. Did...um...I didn't tell you..."

"Shh, my love." I played with her wet ends of her hair. "I don't care. As long as you're honest. And I know your body," I said, happiness laced in my expression.

She smiled. "I didn't lie. I wouldn't lie about that, not to you. I would've just told you I didn't cum. No lies, right?"

"Mhm. Good girl, sweet Emily."

-

Emily got more comfortable with being submissive on occasion — though her comfort was in dominating me. She made me feel like I was loved, and she said I gave her love like no one had ever done. That woman was the love of my life.

We'd been together for eight months when she got the call. I was half-asleep, and groaned into the pillow at the grating sound of Emily's phone ringing. My girlfriend sat up to get her phone. "I know, baby," she grumbled, also annoyed at her phone.

She groaned louder at the caller ID, knowing what it probably meant. "Prentiss," she answered. I heard Hotch's voice but not what he was saying, and I silently screamed into the pillow. We'd just returned from a case, I swear to god, if we had another one...

The whole team was totally fried. Hotch seemed more on edge and snappy than usual, and that was saying something. So now, him calling Emily, probably with another case, made me want to throw a tantrum like a two-year-old.

"What?...O-okay, we'll be there in thirty...No?...Oh, uh, yeah...No, I won't." I heard Hotch say my name. "Oh, okay. Got it...Yeah, I'll be there in twenty, then. Stay safe. Bye."

She hung up and I looked over at her with exhausted confusion. "I have to go talk to Hotch. I don't have time to explain. I'll tell you when I get home, baby, he said it's okay if I tell you as long as it stays a secret, okay?" I nodded. Emily threw some decent clothes on and asked, "Do I look okay?"

"Yeah, fine," I replied. Emily nodded and went in to brush her hair. She popped an Altoid, she could brush her teeth in the morning. "Good luck, my love. I might be asleep by the time you get back. I love you,"

"I love you, Galya." She kissed me. "Go to sleep. I'll be back, I'm not sure when, but don't wait up for me. I'll be back soon. I love you. Get some sleep, my sunshine." My girlfriend kissed my forehead and left.

I had no energy to wait for her. I was out in five minutes.

Emily returned around sunrise, and she didn't even change her clothes before climbing into bed. I rubbed my eyes and started to mumble; she shushed me, "Shh, baby, it's okay, I'm right here, you can sleep..."

"You must be tired," I murmured. She rubbed my back.

"I'm okay. Go back to sleep, sunshine, we're not going into work today." I scrunched up my face in confusion. My phone buzzed. "It's a text from Hotch. He's telling the team we have the day off. He says it's because we're all fried from Miami, but..."

"What's the real reason?" I asked her. We could each hear how tired the other was. Emily just sighed and her hand stopped its movements over my back.

"Can we sleep first? I really can't right now..."

"Yeah, that's fine, baby," I murmured. She was as close to me as she could get, wanting no more than my comfort and to sleep.

-

Emily explained it all to me in the morning. I was frazzled. "Nobody else can know about this. I can't even tell you where he's going, that's how tight this secret has to be kept,"

"Why are you even telling me, then?" I asked. This wasn't accusatory. It was a need-to-know situation, and I did not need to know.

"He said I could explain the situation to you initially because he thought you'd either figure out something was wrong with me or I'd end up telling you anyway, so..." I smiled slightly. "I know. I know. He thinks I can't keep anything from you. Which is true, to be fair; he's right, but I don't like that he thinks so." I laughed. "But...yeah. It's gonna be tough,"

"I know you can't give me details, but...when are you gonna tell the team everything you just told me? And obviously, even though he's not 'on assignment'," I said, using air quotes, "they don't know that so they don't know that you're Unit Chief,"

"Yeah. It's basically business as usual, just without Hotch, until I can tell them about Scratch. Rossi's kind of the de facto leader until Hotch...isn't 'on assignment' anymore. Once I tell them, I'm in charge,"

"Does Rossi know?"

"No. But Hotch is telling him he's in charge while he's on special assignment. Only you and I know."