How I feel (Emily Prentiss x reader)

Chapter 3

You woke up tangled in the sheets, someone's arm laying across your stomach. You carefully turned over, seeing none other than Emily Prentiss sleeping next to you. 

Amid your immediate confusion as to why she was in you bed, naked, the events of last night came flashing back to you. Her hair had at some point fallen into her face, covering some of her features. You gently pushed a few strands back behind her ear, stroking her cheek ever so lightly as you did so. There was something so domestic about the way the two of you were lying together. Glancing over at the clock, it was well past 10 o clock. You checked your phone to see that there was no cases currently, but you still had things you needed to do. 

You stroked Emily's hair and back, hoping that it would wake her up, and sure enough, it did. She stirred slightly at first, burying her face into the pillow even more and quietly groaning. You smiled and giggled at the sight, feeling her hand begin to draw small circles on your hip. You continued to stroke her hair, which was still slightly tangled from last night. 

"Hey," you whispered. She lifted her head up and smiled at you. 

"Hey," Emily replied. You both lay in bed like this for a few more minutes, silently, you stroking her hair and her tracing circles on your bare hips. 

Soon, she sat up and looked at you longingly in the eyes. Leaning forward, you placed a kiss to her lips. Her hands on your hips pulled you closer to her, to the point where you were nearly sitting on her lap. She tugged on the duvet covering your breasts, as if she was pleading you to let it fall. So you did. You let the duvet drop to your waist, the cold morning air hitting your chest. Her hands immediately began massaging your breasts. The second that you moaned into her mouth, her tongue ran across your bottom lip. Finally, she pulled you fully on to her lap, your naked bodies flush against each other. It felt heavenly. 

No one had ever made you feel this way before, except her. 

The two of you sat kissing for a short while before the dastardly sound of your phone ringing cruelly interrupted the two of you. Groaning in annoyance, you rolled off her lap and answered, seeing that it was Hotch calling. You rolled your eyes and swiped your thumb across the screen to accept the call.

"Good morning y/n. I know it is meant to be your day off, but we have had quite an important case come in an-,"

"Yeah, don't worry I'll be there in an hour," you interrupted. 

"Thank you y/n," Hotch said, before he abruptly hung up. You threw your phone onto the bed and let your head fall back onto your pillow, last night's exhausting activities already beginning to take a toll on you. As if on cue, Emily's phone rang and she answered, telling Hotch she would be there as soon as she could. 

"When will a day off ever really be a day off, huh?" she joked, her arms snaking around your waist. You hummed in response, your body willing you to go back to sleep.  She kissed the side of your neck and the top of your shoulder before pulling away and getting out of bed. "Come on, y/n, you have to get ready," she said. 

"I know," you replied, rubbing your eyes and sitting up again. 

"It's a shame because we could have had some more fun if we didn't have a case," she winked seductively, walking to face you at the end of the bed. "But now I have to go home and change," she sounded disappointed. 

Walking round to sit on the edge of your bed, she placed a chaste kiss to your lips, before pulling away to look you in the eyes. You searched her eyes for what she was feeling; but as usual, you were unable to read her emotions. Out of everyone on the team, she was the best at compartmentalising; the best at hiding how she really felt. This was a quality of hers you both admired and hated. 

But you could sense that she felt the same way you did. It wasn't quite hesitation, more confusion. 12 hours ago you had been friends- nothing more. But now? What did this mean? Surely this drunken moment of weakness was nothing more but what if it wasn't. What if it was something-

"Well, I'm going to go now. We'll talk later, yes?" you were snapped out of your thoughts by her sultry voice and her soft hand caressing your cheek. 

"Oh, er, yes. Absolutely, we'll talk later," She remained seated on the edge of your bed for a further few seconds before tearing herself away from you and watched her walk out the front door, hearing it unlock and close softly behind her. 

You rubbed your eyes with your hands, the pain from your hangover searing through your head. The memories from last night were the only things you could think about and truthfully, they were the only things you wanted to think about. However, you couldn't fight this nagging feeling of confusion in the back of your head. 

You had only ever had sex with men, but last night with Emily had been one of the best nights of your life.  You sighed, realising the time and dragged yourself out of bed. Now was not the time to be questioning your sexuality; you had more pertinent matters to attend to- primarily taking a shower and quickly getting dressed. 

You hopped in the shower, feeling the hot water hit your body, running over all the places Emily had touched you last night. Almost subconsciously, one of your hands travelled across your breasts and softly tugging on your nipple. You remembered the feeling of her hands on your body and it took everything in your willpower to not let one of your hands travel even further down. But alas- you were on a time limit and after washing your hair and the rest of your body, you rummaged through your closet trying to find something to wear. You settled on a white silk shirt, a pair of black dress pants and some small black heels. You hurriedly did your make up and rushed out the door, grabbing everything you needed for the case. 

The 15 minute drive to the BAU gave you some time to reflect on last night. It had been so.....wonderful. So beautiful. So perfect. But on the other hand, Emily had been your friend for years and you had spent all of your adult life sleeping with men, not women. Could Emily be the exception? Your mind teetered back on forth on how you felt. One second you had yourself convinced that if you worked hard enough, the two of you could have a future together. Then the next second, you were telling yourself that you and Emily had made a drunken mistake and something like that could never happen again. 

The thing you feared the most was the inevitable talk. It would have to happen at some point. Having a passionate night of sex was not something that could just be ignored and judging by the way she had treated you this morning, she didn't want to ignore it. 

Stepping onto the elevator, you took a deep breath, pushing your worries and hesitation down and reminding yourself of the professionalism you had to maintain for the rest of the case. The elevator doors dinged open and you exhaled for one final time before stepping off and seeing Emily already sat with Derek, JJ and Spencer talking cheerily about something or other. 

Today was going to be interesting.