profiling 202 | emily prentiss x reader

twelve

hello hellooooo! how is everyone? i'm currently stressing over my application to several studious schools for a graduate program. needless to say, i need some sushi🙂

also not proofread because i am ✨tired✨

happy readings and stay safe besties! -salem🤍

TW: assault, swearing, mentions of death
word count: 3708

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The night was going amazing for Grey. Candy and Shirley had agreed to let the young woman host a fundraiser to hopefully do some remodeling of the dressing rooms. Since Grey's main focus was the dancers, she wanted to ensure that everything was as perfect as it could be. Bluntly, the dressing rooms needed an upgrade.

Emily came as the supportive girlfriend to cheer Grey on during the night. She watched Grey perfectly navigate the crowd doing dances, chatting, and collecting checks for an unreal amount of money. All Emily could do was sit back and be proud of her girlfriend. Also, Emily took immense joy in just looking at her while she worked.

Unknowingly to Y/n, every time she worked, Emily would just admire her. She'd take it in every delicate detail of the woman that men were falling and tripping for just for a second of attention. And she was coming home with her. Sessions with Ruth truly exposed just how madly in love she was with Y/n. Although she didn't like the job, she still wanted to spend time with her as much as possible.

That included the deep eye contact they'd have every few minutes from across the club. Each time Grey grabbed a check, she'd look up and shoot Emily a flirty wink. The older woman simply just sat back and watched with a smirk.

Each time, it ignited something within Grey.

"Well, hello gorgeous," Emily said as Grey walked over to the booth. She placed her knee on the booth seat next to Emily as she leaned over.

"You have no idea how much I just want to come be with you right now. I'm tired of everyone here but you," Grey whispered into Emily's ear. Her hand reached over and grabbed the drink from Emily's hand. She quickly drank the rest of the liquor in the glass before placing it upside down on the table. She leaned over again and licked her red-painted lips. "Have you always been this sexy?"

"Are you high off checks and second-hand smoking because you haven't had a single drink all night to make you drunk," Emily said and smiled widely. Grey nodded her head as a small 'probably' fell from her lips, causing Emily to laugh. "Well, whenever you're ready to go home, just let me know. I can't wait to have you to myself."

"Yes ma'am," Grey said and placed a soft kiss to Emily's ear. It was so light and quick that Emily barely noticed it. Grey needed to be careful with any kind of PDA with Emily in the club.

Grey stood up straight and made another round through the club for approximately twenty minutes. Countless men, and a few women, willingly handed her over a check after the sob story of the dressing rooms. Each one was more than happy to give money if it meant they'd get to talk to Grey for longer than two seconds.

Once her feet were tired, all she wanted was to fall back into Emily's arms. Grey was about to go back to Emily and tell her to get the car when Shirley spotted her.

"Grey, darling, can you go close my car trunk? I couldn't with this monstrosity," Shirley said and gestured her head to the massive box in her arms. Grey nodded her head before walking out of the club. She headed towards the secluded parking lot where Shirley's reserved parking spot was. She walked over to the car and shut it harshly to make sure it did lock.

"I didn't realize they had dancers doing manual labor now," a voice said from behind her. It almost felt familiar. It was nearly identical to that raspy, demanding voice she was used to barking orders at her. "I figured dancing is enough of a job. They should really pay you for the inconvenience of coming out here."