As It Was [Emily Prentiss]

Eleven

"More love"

It was a rare occasion would Emily's devout catholic parents let her miss church. It was an even rarer occasion when they would allow her to miss church to attend a Pentecostal church.

"More power"

Today was one of those rarer days, when, after 6 days of Emily endlessly begging and compromising, her parents caved (that very Sunday morning) and allowed Emily to attend the sermon at Church on the Rock, where my family had been attending for as long as I could remember.

"More of you in my life"

As we stood in the back row, wearing our Sunday best, Emily and I stood too close, she whispered too softly, her touch lingered a little too long, and anytime our eyes met, twinkling with stardust and childish wonder, so hopelessly in love with each other. My parents were none the wiser, and the congregation wouldn't dare ask for fear of offending my parents, who were generous with their weekly tidings.

"More love"

I tried so hard to pay attention to the music, to worship with my entire being, my lips moving around the words, but I found myself worshipping her, instead of our Lord and Savior. I hoped he'd forgive me this trespass, because I loved her, like the bible said He'd loved us.

"More power"

Every time she looked at me, even so much as glance at me from the corner of her eye, my stomach would flip and a thrill would race down my spine, and I'd unconsciously clench my thighs, a knowing smirk blooming against her lips as I sang, chest rising and falling.

"More of you in my life"

"Stop it." I whispered, leaning into her ear, my breath moving the air on her neck.

"And I will worship you with all of my heart"

"What?" She feigned innocence, but the drop in her voice told me all I needed to know.

"And I will worship you with all of my mind"

I glared at her, playfully angry with her intention teasing, before turning my attention back to the song. Did they intend for the song to be so seductive? The young woman who led our praise and worship had a low voice, breathy, and... dare I say, needy?

"And I will worship you with all of my strength"

I was glad there would be no pop quiz on what sort of praise and worship we'd been singing, because I was certain 'Emily' was not the appropriate answer to any of the songs, but you could have fooled me, as each of them brought her to my mind, front and center. I recounted all of the ways I knew her and loved her; from her confident smile to the way she moved under my tongue.

"For you are my lord"

I was far too aware of her presence and my fingers called out to her, wanting to trace the lines of her body. Why was I so fucking horny in a church building? Surely, I was going straight to Hell, but could God really blamed me? What had he been thinking when he created the goddess beside me? How was anyone supposed to concentrate with her in the room?

"More love, more power"

"Five minutes." I whispered to her, catching her eye and seeing the subtle nod before I turned away and disappeared out of the main hall and down the long hallway and into the bathroom.