profiling 202 | emily prentiss x reader

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hello everyone! my apologies for disappearing throughout the week. my body has started to readjust to my low levels of stress after being at its peak for nearly eight consecutive months. i'm grateful that i wrote ahead because of this😅

also guess who broke their 145 weight for bench presses... it feels good to be back and better😚

not proofread because of course✨

happy readings and stay safe besties! -salem🤍

TW: traumatic events discussed, nightmares, smut!, 18+, oral sex
word count: 3720

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All around her was completely darkness. A faint outline of a woman stood in front of her. Emily couldn't make out the face, only the familiar smile that she'd grown to hate.

Emily couldn't stop herself as she hit the woman twice on the cheek. The raven-haired woman kicked Dallas, leading her to fall off the edge. Instead of falling, she managed to grab onto the edge of the building.

"You think you're innocent? If I die, so do you."

Dallas grabbed onto the woman's ankle and tugged her down with her. Emily felt her body free-falling through the air, waiting to hit the ground beneath her.

Emily woke up by taking a sharp breath in; her breathing picked up as her heart pounded out of her chest. The dream had felt real enough to freak Emily out. Her eyes took in her surroundings, recognizing it, and immediately started to settle. Her deep breaths echoed through the quiet room.

She turned and noticed Y/n still asleep next to her. Seeing that she was alright was what calmed Emily down fully. She let out a shaky breath and leaned over, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. She shut her eyes tightly, allowing her lips to feel every delicate inch of the woman beneath her before carefully getting up from bed.

Emily knew that she wouldn't be able to get any sleep if she didn't distract her mind first. She made her way into the kitchen and sat on one of the bar stools there.

She contemplated on what to do next. She could do work, but thinking about serial killers wasn't the wisest thing to do. She could watch her bad reality TV shows, but that could wake up Y/n. Cooking was out of the question; it would definitely wake up her girlfriend.

So that lead Emily to here, pacing around her kitchen slowly, thinking about everything and nothing at the same time.

"Emily, what's going on?" Y/n asked as she rubbed her eyes. She carefully made her way in the kitchen. Emily turned and sighed.

She hated that she woke up Y/n.

"Nothing. Go back to bed," Emily said and ran her hands up her face before combing them through her hair. She leaned forward over the counter with her elbows pressing against the cold surface. She was still desperately trying to ease her racing mind. Y/n stood directly behind Emily and wrapped her arms around her waist.

"Something is clearly bothering you," Y/n said softly as she placed a kiss on Emily's bare shoulder. Her hands glided over the material of her tank top that covered her stomach.

Emily shut her eyes tightly as she stood up straight, placing her hand on Y/n's arm. The young woman stroked her thumb over Emily's abdomen, patiently waiting for anything to happen.

"I keep having nightmares about the incident," Emily said and shook her head slightly. "It's not important."

"It's very important," Y/n said and slide her hands off of Emily. "I'm making us coffee."