Eau De Sang-- Emily Prentiss x Reader

chapter two

Boise, ID.

There was blood, blood was everywhere. No, he thought, this cannot be happening! She was his everything. He didn't mean to hurt her.

The woman in question was sitting naked on their shared bed, skin drained of all color, eyes lifeless, and body motionless. The man looked down at his hands, they were shaking and covered in her blood. His veins flooded with red-hot anger; he had just fed last week, this shouldn't have happened!

The man left the trailer where they had been hiding out, slamming the metal door, and fled for the woods. His body was thrumming with energy and he didn't know what he was about to do—all he knew was that it wouldn't be good.

Washington, DC.

When you awoke the next morning, you were quite disoriented. You couldn't remember getting home and certainly didn't remember changing the scent of your laundry detergent, you thought, as you snuggled deeper into the pillow. But when the pillow moved under your head, you jumped and realized that you weren't asleep on your bedding but on the chest of Emily, your coworker, the coworker you had a blazing crush on. Without much grace, you pulled away from her embrace, sitting up against the headboard, trying to look dignified.

"Good morning," Emily said, still laying on the bed and looking up at you. "How are you feeling?"

You scratched at your neck, looking everywhere but at her. "I... I feel fine." Memories of the night previous came rushing back, of your panic attack and Emily comforting you after bringing you back home. Your face flushed red when you remembered how tightly you had clung to her in the night.

Emily pushed herself up on her elbows before wiggling to sit next to you against the headboard.

"It's okay if you're not, last night was a lot. And I'm sure it's strange waking up in bed next to a coworker."

You nodded your head in agreement. "Yeah, it's kinda weird." You considered your next words but not very carefully. "Why did you stay? You could have just tucked me in and left, I would have been fine."

Emily looked down at her hands and you could have sworn you saw her blush. "I... I just didn't want to leave you alone. I didn't want you to wake up alone."

You reached over, against your better judgment, and tangled your fingers with Emily's. They were cool to the touch but not alarmingly so.

"Well... I appreciate it. And you."

When she caught your eye again, she could see that you were telling the truth. Being early morning, your microexpressions probably told her more than your words did. Emily squeezed your fingers and began to rub her thumb on the back of your hand. You sat like that for a while until you felt the need to fill the silence.

"Y'know, I wouldn't have pegged you as a cuddler or a hand-holder, Prentiss."

She snorted at your words. "I suppose my work persona could lead someone to think that, yes."

You raised an eyebrow at her answer.

"What makes you say that?" You knocked your shoulder into hers and she smiled.

"Well, you haven't been on the team long enough to really get to see us interact with each other a whole lot, and you just attended your first girls' night last night..." Emily trailed off for a second. You laughed and shrugged; she had a point.

"Between you and me, though? I think physical touch may be my favorite way to show affection."

You thought back to when you caught her comforting Reid after a hard case a few months ago. The kid genius hated physical contact but seemed to lean into Emily as she rubbed his back and pressed herself into his side. They weren't saying anything, just standing together while waiting to board the jet.