take me to church (emily prentiss)

2. eight

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"cause even in the worst of times, you saw the best of me." -  wild at heart, lana del rey

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Liv woke up before Emily did. She wasn't surprised. Her body was programmed to wake up at the crack of dawn because of work and, honestly, her body was so suspicious when she had been sleeping for a while, and sleeping well at that.

It was no wonder she was awake by six am and trapped under Emily's arm.

Liv wriggled out of the bed to use the bathroom, brushing her teeth while she was in there and then tiptoeing to the kitchen. She poured herself a cup of water, then moved to the fridge to see if Emily had food so Liv could make her breakfast as a thank you for being so sweet last night.

"Liv?" Emily mumbled, walking into the kitchen and wrapping her arms around Liv's waist from behind. "Why are you up?"

"Sorry," Liv said, leaning her head back against Emily's shoulder. "I'm a morning person. You can sleep some more. I was gonna make breakfast later," Liv whispered.

"No, it's okay," Emily mumbled. "I'm awake. I don't have much. I need to go to the store."

"I love early morning grocery trips," Liv grinned, excitement dancing in her eyes as she turned to look at Emily.

"Let's get dressed, then," Emily said, tugging Liv back to the bedroom.

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"Do you know what you're making?" Emily asked, pushing the cart down the aisle of the store as Liv scanned the ingredients on the shelves.

"I specialise in Italian dishes, but take your pick. I know my way around a kitchen," Liv said.

"So, you're good with your hands and you can cook. I'm impressed, Liv," Emily chuckled.

Liv rolled her eyes with a smile, looking over her shoulder at Emily with a raised eyebrow.

"What do you want me to cook for you?" Liv asked.

"Why are you cooking for me?" Emily asked.

"To say thanks for last night," Liv said.

"Liv, you don't have to-" Emily started.

"I want to," Liv said. "So, pick a meal."

"Hm," Emily hummed. "Frittatas?"

"Piece of cake," Liv grinned. "I have the best family recipe from my dad."

"So, is it dad Dave or dad James that's Italian?" Emily asked.

"Dave," Liv said. "He let me name his cat Noodle. We had this bet on about a poker game. If I won, I got the cat. But he won. So, I don't get Noodle."

"That sucks," Emily said.

"It really does," Liv said. "I'm debating just getting my own cat."

"Maybe I should get a cat," Emily hummed. "Did you sleep well?"

"I did, thank you," Liv smiled. "You, uh, you're good at it. Calming me down."

"I'm good at figuring out human behaviour," Emily said.

"Still. You didn't have to let me stay over if we weren't gonna have-"

"Olivia," Emily said.

Liv closed her mouth on instinct. Nobody called her Olivia unless she was in trouble.