Fifty Ways to Love You - Emily Prentiss x OC

($) 39. first morning

I loved when she went slow, just touching me lightly with her fingertips, her lips moving so slowly on mine. That first morning living together, we did just that, and I found my fingers on the very top of her breast and she smiled.

"Good morning, baby."

"Hi, Ems," I said. "How'd you sleep, first night in your new home?"

"Baby, this place has been home for a year," she said, kissing me again. Finally, she pulled away with a smile. "I slept fine, love. You?"

"Same. I'm lucky to get to wake up next to you every day, officially now. I get to see your beautiful face every morning, that pleasure is mine alone."

Emily was blushing at my compliment and I moved in to kiss her again. We still went slow, but now with more passion and heat in the kisses. I finally moved to suck a dark red hickey on her lower neck. She was smiling, I noticed, when I came up to kiss her lips again.

"Galina, is it alright if I touch you?" she asked, pleasurable urgency plaguing her voice.

"Yes, love, please," I replied, matching her tone. She moaned into my mouth and ran her right hand from my breast, down my side, and to hold the back of my thigh, just under my ass.

"Yeah, that's good, pretty girl?"

"Mhm, good, Em,"

"Good." She moved to kiss my neck, just barely under my chin, and peppered kisses across my neck where she knew I would go insane.

Her hand moved over my body still. She dipped her hand under my shirt, pulling it up slightly, and stroked up my hips at my pants' waistline, and my waist, my ribs, until her fingers grazed my breast.

"My beautiful, beautiful girl," she whispered harshly against my neck. "How bad do you want it?"

"So bad, Em, please,"

"Good girl, I like seeing you squirm like this. Where do you want my mouth: kissing you, or fucking you?"

I exhaled, my breath shaking. Emily grinned at this. "Um, whatever you want, Em,"

"You pick, darling, I want to do whatever'll make you—"

"Kiss me. Just use your fingers," I decided before she finished her sentence. Emily was once again smiling, kissing all over my neck, collarbones, and upper chest.

"Mm, a girl who knows what she wants, that's always fun to hear." Her fingertips crawled down my body, slightly tickling me, and I was ready to recoil — I hate to be tickled — but, to my surprise and eternal gratefulness, Emily avoided the spot she knew I was most ticklish. She seemed to think nothing of it, but it meant the world to me.

Her thumb made circles on my clit, and Emily seemed ecstatic to hear my moans. She lightly bit my protruding collarbone, and I sighed at the slight pain, a good pain.

"Hey, baby, look at me," she grumbled. I turned my eyes down. She thrust two fingers into me, making me throw my head back and bite my lip, fighting to control the volume of my moaning.

She made slow, tantalizing thrusts, but her thumb's circles were as fast as she'd previously made them. When her fingers sped up inside me, and I was so, so close, I said, "Em, I'm—"

"I know, my love, let me feel you cum on my hand, I got you, love," she moaned. She kissed me so I didn't wake the neighbors with my rather loud moans as I came.

Coming down from my high, Emily kissed my cheek and pulled her fingers out of me. "You wanna go again, baby?"

I was still laying on my back, panting, staring up at the ceiling, and Emily was on her side facing me, staring up at me lovingly. I breathed, "Uh, not—not for me. Do you—"

"No, no, thank you, love,"

"No?" I asked, touching her neck lightly.

"No. No real reason, I'm not really in the right headspace to...receive right now, I guess. I don't really know. Sorry I don't have a better explanation," she chuckled nervously. She didn't have to be nervous with me.

"That's fine, my love. What do you want right now?" I asked her.

"I wanna cuddle with you," she mumbled.

Emily kissed my head as she held me. I laid on her chest and put my hand on her belly, stroking her with my thumb. She ran her hand over my upper arm.

"How are you, angel?" she asked me. She kissed the top of my head again and hummed, "Hmm?"

"Fine, my love." It didn't sound so convincing. She would've said something, but she had a question to ask me. I continued, "You?" I turned just slightly up at her and she tightened her arms.

"I'm good. I'm so happy you're mine. And that we get to live together now." I nodded in agreement. "Baby, can I ask you something?"

"Anything," I replied. I didn't want to move out of her arms, and she seemed to want me to stay right where I was. "What's up?"

"Now that we live together, do you feel okay letting the team know about us, and about our relationship?"

I went very quiet. My body was frozen in hers. It would take a massive weight off of us, but I had a fear.

"My love," she continued, "what're you thinking? I just wanna know how you feel about that. We don't have to do it, love,"

"My—what I'm thinking, uh, I just...I'm worried about...no, it's fine,"

"No, love, what? I want your input, honey, what are you thinking about, hmm?"

"I'm worried about people...people thinking you're abusing your power. 'Cause you're the Unit Chief. I don't want them thinking it's unprofessional, on either of our parts,"

"Hey, honey." She kissed my hairline and stroked my hair on the back of my head. "We don't have to do anything we don't want. Right? But from the team, I think we'll be fine. They're our friends. They love us, yeah?"

"Yeah," I mumbled.

"And if there's any blowback from the higher-ups, I will handle it. I think we'll be just fine, my love. If you feel comfortable telling people,"

"Okay," I agreed after thinking for a a minute. "Yeah. I think it'll be fine. I'm okay to tell them if you are, Em,"

"Okay, beautiful. We can do that today, alright?" she asked. I nodded. "Alright. Now come on, love, we've gotta get ready."

Through our morning routine, she reassured me that everything would be fine. Emily could see my anxiety about it, but I knew it was inevitable, and no matter people's reactions, I would always have her.