(Emily Prentiss x OC) WILL NEVER BE FINISHED

Back Again Again

TW: Talk about murder, almost smut? i don't know

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6:30 on the dot. This might get a little annoying. I go to open the door and I give her a kiss on the lips and she grabs me by the waist. She is wearing light wash wide leg jeans and a black long sleeve with a low V neck to match her black pointed heels. God women do you ever give me a chance. I am only wearing my inside black high top converse. I push up my glasses and show her to the small wooden table I have. She takes in my apartment as she walks over, she sits down and I go and grab the plates.

"AII, Hijo de puta, ¿por qué no usé guantes de mierda?" I speak to myself, but the small little yell made Emily rush over.

"Hey, hey, are you ok?!" She looks worried.

"Yea, yea, sorry I just burned my finger tip a little, it's fine nothing to wor-" She grabs my hand to look at it. There wasn't any discoloration on it and she looks content.

"Ok, just wear the mits, now I know the plates are hot." She says with a little laugh.

"Yea no kidding now go sit down so I can grab these." I say with a small joking glare. She chuckles and goes back to the table.

I bring the food over wearing mits and by now the plates had cooled down since I took a second to put the other plate of Sopapillas on the counter so that they could cool, also retapped with Honey and Chocolate syrup and powered sugar. I set them down but walk back to the kitchen and grab more hot sauce, paprika, and some pepper. Once I set those down I grab two glasses and a wine bottle, as I make my way back I realize the music is still playing, some soft spanish music playing in the background. It helps me cook better with spanish music playing in the background, so I do a little dance walking over which causes Emily to throw her head back and laugh. God, I love her laugh.

I pour us glasses and I go to turn the music off but she grabs my hand to stop me.

"I like it, don't turn it off!" She says with a smile and then pulls me closer to her, I was a little taller than eye level with her because of how short I was but she places a kiss to my lips, soft and sweet, then she releases me and I sit down to eat. Before I take a bite I lace it with hot sauce and I see her eyes get a little wide.

"What?!" I say with a giggle at the end

"Nothing it's just a lot of hot sauce." She is at an awe on how much spice I can handle. I just let out a small giggle.

She takes a bite and lets out a little hum as she eats, I let out a small giggle as she eats. "What is this, it is so good, and how did you learn to cook this good? Are you related to Rossi?" She jokes.

"Well my Abuela and ma are really good cooks who taught me. I also love to cook so I don't eat out much but I find it calming, something about putting everything together... It just makes sense... Like Algebra! But this is Chilaquiles, fried tortillas covered in salsa, hot sauce, paprika, refined beans, red onion, cilantro, avocado, chicken, and egg. It is pretty easy, one of my favorite recipes. Only my Abuela and my mama know how to make it... Well and now you. Just don't tell anyone!" I say with a wink at the end.

"I won't tell a soul." As she smiles to herself, going in for another bite.

Once we finish eating I go to take her dish but she refuses and since I cooked her dinner she would clean the dishes, which are all mainly cleaned besides our plates, so I wasn't that upset. While she does the dishes I hop up on the small island I have and refill my wine glass, I admire how she looks and just take her in, the most beautiful women I have ever laid eyes on is standing in my kitchen, washing my dishes for the food I cooked us. It feels surreal. I must have zoned out because all of a sudden she turns around and just stares back for a minute before talking again.