Fifty Ways to Love You - Emily Prentiss x OC

($) 33. daffodil

(this chapter long asf — 3064 words — because of smut. buckle up, grab ur vibrator or whatever, and maybe don't read in school or in front of ur parents)

Emily hadn't been sleeping this past month. With a new team member, Luke Alvez, as well as trying to find Scratch to keep Hotch and Jack safe, she was incredibly stressed out.

I always stayed late with her, offering to help with paperwork — she usually didn't take me up on that — and keeping her from losing her mind. I loved to make her smile through her exhaustion.

Much of my time when I was at the office with her, off the clock on my part, was spent on the couch in her office. Reading a book, playing chess against myself...occasionally I would get up to get us coffee or kiss her head.

I set down a fresh cup of coffee on her desk and kissed her, my hand on her back. "Thank you, sunshine,"

"Welcome, Ems. You need anything else?"

Emily sighed and put her head in her hands. "What time is it?" she muttered. "Fuck..." it was past midnight. "Baby, I can do this tomorrow,"

"You don't seem too excited about that," I chuckled. "Love, what can I help with? What've you got left to do?" She shook her head. "My love, you've been really, really stressed out, and I get it, I do, but you need to relax..."

I took her hand and tried to get her up from her desk. "No, baby..."

"Will you just sit with me for a second? My love, can I hold you, at least? I get it if not, but I want to help you calm down..."

She seemed to consider it before nodding and getting up, allowing me to lead her over to the couch. I pat my legs and she shook her head. Instead of sitting on my lap, she sat sideways and put her legs over my lap, and had me hold her to my body.

"Ems, I know you're busy, and stressed, and I want you to know that I will always be right here for you, sweetheart,"

"You're here every night," she said. "You don't have to be,"

"Am I distracting you?" She shook her head. "Okay—"

"I just mean that you can always go home if you want. I don't wanna keep you here as late as I stay,"

"I don't mind, Emily,"

"You're so sweet..."

I was glad to give her a break, even if only for five minutes. After another 45 minutes, Emily sighed and set aside the last few papers she'd done. "Fucking finally," she muttered. "Let's go. I'll give them to whoever-the-fuck tomorrow." I nodded.

We were both tired so we didn't say much on the drive home. "I don't know how you do that," she laughed, setting her bag down on the kitchen table.

"Do what?" I asked.

"Motivate me." She made me smile. "How do you always know what I need?"

I kissed her and put my hands on her waist. She smiled knowingly and said, "I think I know where you're going with this. And I know we...we haven't done too much recently, 'cause I've been so busy..."

"Baby, I won't do something you're not up for,"

"No, I, I want to, I'm just— I'm so tired, I'm not sure I'd even make it through. I really want to, baby, I want to make you feel—"

"Em," I laughed. "Who said you were doing anything to me?"

Her face changed considerably. "You want to...?"

"If you want me to." She nodded. "Sit in the chair in my room. Strip. Leave your bra and panties on. I'll be in in a minute. Don't touch yourself. Hands folded in your lap. Wait for me."