Emily Prentiss One-Shots

Emily/ Tara

Title: resisting you is always impossible - regal_roni (Ao3)

Summary: Emily and Tara are forced to spend the night in a motel when a storm hits.

Rating: Teens and Up Audience 

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Emily swore under her breath as she pushed her way into the motel room, her clothes and hair were absolutely drenched, and she was currently rethinking every single life decision that had led her to where she was now.

Stuck in a motel room.

with only one bed.

with the ONLY person that she'd been trying to avoid getting into any situation with that blurred the lines of professionalism.

"Oh, thank god, we've got towels." Tara sighed in relief, grabbing the ratty towels from the cupboard as Emily shut the door.

She chucked one in Emily's direction and used the other to squeeze the water from her hair as she made her way over to her go-bag she'd dropped onto the table.

She looked over her shoulder at Emily, who stood frozen, and frowned. "You okay, Prentiss?"

Emily cleared her throat and made to squeeze the water out of her own hair. "Yeah."

Tara snorted and turned back to the bag. She rested the towel on her shoulder to free up her hands. She unzips the bag and rummages through for a moment before pulling out an old band t-shirt. She turns around and holds it up for Emily to inspect. "This okay? It's about all I've got."

"Pardon?" Emily frowned.

"You need something to change into unless you plan on catching hypothermia and considering you didn't have your go-bag in the SUV, you're stuck with my clothes."

Emily struggles to breathe. "Right." She nods, "Uh, yeah. That's fine."

She steps forwards and takes the shirt from Tara. "Thanks, I'm gonna..." She points in the direction of the bathroom and without waiting for a response quickly disappears.

Once the door is shut behind her Emily proceeds to quietly freak the fuck out.

Of course, it was her luck that a storm would hit on their drive back from interviewing a perp at Arizona state prison (who they suspected of being connected to their current case). The rain was so bad Emily could hardly see the road and Tara had suggested stopping for the night and picking back up in the morning when the rain would have hopefully calmed.

Which was a smart idea, but Emily had protested up until the point the car slid and nearly drove off the side of the road.

With anyone else, this situation would be annoying but fine.

But Emily's heart fluttered stupidly around Tara and she'd taken to telling herself multiple times a day that she was Tara's boss and that nothing could happen.

It wasn't helping.

"Suck it up, Prentiss." She told herself. She'd taken down serial killers; she could handle an inconvenient crush.

Emily stripped out of her clothes, leaving only her underwear on, which thankfully hadn't been soaked through because honestly, Emily didn't know how she would have coped if she had had to ask Tara for some. She hung the clothes over the side of the bath to dry and slipped on Tara's T-shirt.

It was an old Rolling Stones one, and despite her and Tara's height difference, it barely covered her ass.

"Perfect." She muttered, and with one last look in the shitty motel mirror, Emily opened the door and stepped back into the bedroom.