profiling 202 | emily prentiss x reader

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hello hello hellooooooo! happy friday everyone! i'm currently scavenging for some flight tickets for a personal vacation of mine. everything is so expensive like wtf??😒

not proofread because it's meeee🤠👋

happy readings and stay safe besties! -salem🤍

TW: smut! 18+, shower sex, NSFW, swearing, praise kink, i am once again writing this half asleep because of course i am
word count: 3680

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Emily had taken Ruth's advice very well. It was like a new Emily had been rebuilt in the handful of sessions that they had together. Of course, not all of Emily was healed, but she was finding different outlets for her emotions and how to tackle them head on.

This led to the impulsive buy of a yoga mat, and Emily spending a good chunk of her morning partaking in a new morning remedy.

Meanwhile, Y/n was as chaotic as ever. She rushed down the hallway of Emily's apartment with three different bags on her arms—one for the club, one for the program, and one with their brunch. She also had a small bouquet of multi-colored roses that consisted of red, salmon, white, and yellow.

She quickly unlocked the door before nearly crashing on the floor of the apartment. She managed to shuffle to the kitchen and dropped her bags on the chairs. When she glanced over, she saw Emily in a rather strange position.

Downward dog to be exact.

Emily had also taken a liking to tight yoga pants and sports bras while doing her remedies in the living room. Obviously, Y/n didn't mind. She was just happy that Emily seemed to be gaining some confidence from all the yoga stuff.

Plus, the view was nice too.

Y/n smiled softly as she noticed Emily's face between her legs. Her eyes were shut in concentration as she focused on her breathing. It was apparent that she'd been at this for a while, or taking it very seriously, due to the sweat causing her flyaway hairs to stick to her face and the slight tint of redness that painted her cheeks.

"I may not have my eyes open, but I know when you're staring directly at my ass," Emily said and opened one eye that immediately locked with Y/n. The young woman blushed heavily like a teenager who'd never seen a woman in this position before. "You're cute."

"And you're sweaty and cute," Y/n said and walked over to Emily. She placed her hands on the woman's hips before leaning over and placing a kiss on her small of her sweaty back. "You know, I haven't seen you from this angle—"

"Not going to happen," Emily said and brought her left hand straight up in the air, turning her body to the side for a nice stretch. She felt Y/n's hands rub loose circles on her hips. Emily could practically hear her thoughts and they were anything but pure. "Are you going to stand there all day, touching me, and fantasize about me or—"

"Yes," Y/n said instantly, earning a scoff from Emily. The raven-haired woman stood up straight and took a deep breath in. She wrapped her arms around Y/n's waist, one of her hands resting directly on her ass. "Hi."

"Hi. Why don't you go get our food ready? I'll be there in a minute," Emily said softly before swatting her hand against her girlfriend's ass. Y/n smiled widely and nodded her head before going back to the kitchen. Emily chuckled before sitting herself onto the matt. She crossed her legs and rested her hands on her knees, now focusing on her breathing again.

Y/n happily wandered into the kitchen. She grabbed a vase that Emily had kept from one of her previously gifted bouquets. The roses were just opening, and their scent was barely coming to life. Y/n made sure they were cut perfectly before adding them to the vase with the water and food pack the flowers came with. Once she was done, she carried the vase to Emily's table and set it in the middle.