take me to church (emily prentiss)

2. four

AN: fuck it have two of this book as well✨ i'm feeling generous

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"can i bite your tongue like my bad habit?" - bad habit, steve lacy

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Liv knocked on the apartment door, phone to her ear and a glare on her face.

"No, that's not-" Liv started.

Emily opened the door, raising an eyebrow at Liv. Liv shook her head.

"No, do not-" Liv tried. "Oh my god, how do people not become murderers? You drive me insane!" she hissed into the phone.

"Are you okay?" Emily mouthed, stepping aside to let Liv inside.

"Go and find Wilson, okay? Tell her to fix it. You've called me at two thirty whining for no good reason about a dumb mistake that any other doctor could've fixed. You're off my service, and I hate you, now, so, thanks for that, Rachel. Thanks a lot," Liv said, ending the call and taking a deep breath. "I hate my job."

"That sounded loaded," Emily said, closing the front door behind her and looking at Liv. "Are you okay?"

"I work with idiots. Are you okay?" Liv asked, putting her phone in her pocket.

"I had a shitty week at work. My coworkers aren't idiots, though. Well, they are, but they know how to do their job," Emily said.

"My coworkers can't relate," Liv said. "And it's not even like their mistakes don't matter, right? I'm a surgeon. One wrong mistake and someone dies. You think that would make them more competent," Liv said.

"You're a surgeon?" Emily asked. "That's hot. You're smart."

"Oh, I am world class," Liv laughed, running her hands through her hair.

"Explains why you're so good with your hands," Emily said, watching Liv's hands.

Liv's cheeks flooded red.

"Shit," Liv whispered.

Emily laughed, and it was only then that Liv noticed the black joggers and red vest she was wearing, no bra on judging by the nipples Liv could see through her shirt.

"I'm a neurosurgeon. I have to be good with my hands," Liv said, words delayed as she gawked at Emily.

Emily didn't see to care.

"Wanna show me?" Emily smirked, crossing her arms over her chest as she leaned against the wall.

Liv looked at her through her eyelashes, bottom lip trapped between her teeth as a matching smirk spread across her own lips. She walked forward slowly, bringing her hands to anchor onto Emily's waist, pinning her lightly against the wall she was leaning on.

Emily's hands came up to Liv's neck, fingers tangling in the curls at the back of her neck.

"Don't believe me?" Liv asked, tilting her head to the side.

"I believe you," Emily said. "It's just been a while since I got to see for myself. I need a refresher."

Liv laughed, moving her fingers under Emily's vest and tracing circles into her hips, goosebumps rising on the skin at her touch. Liv leaned forward, her nose brushing Emily's before she ducked her head, pressing a gentle kiss on the side of her jaw.

"Whatever you want, bambina," Liv whispered, moving her kisses down Emily's neck as Emily arched into her, a quiet moan falling from her lips.