Emily Prentiss One Shots

A Long Hard Day

Nothing but Fluff!
Just a cute little intro to their relationship
TW: drinking, mention of violence, kissing, age gap(all legal of course)

Emily parked her car sighing heavily as she rested her head on the steering wheel just for a moment. She enjoyed the promotion, helping all the agents she was over, fighting for her team, and of course the raise. However, on nights like these she regretted it. She slowly gathered her brief case from the passenger seat, and opened the driver side door. Her thoughts wandered from case to case, every agent that needed something, every appointment she needed to make.

She stepped out not bothering to put back on the heels she had kicked off the second she got in her car. Instead she opted to simply carry them to the door.

Nothing in particular had happened that day, just the deputy director on her ass as always; covering Rossi's ass on paper work, again par for the course. Endless amounts of death and horror crossing her desk. She hadn't been home, or slept more than a quick nap at her desk, in 48 hours. Her stomach growled having only had the snacks she kept in her desk. All she wanted was a hot meal and to curl up in her bed, preferably naked. She thought to herself as she fumbled for her key for a second before noticing it was already unlocked.

She smirks a bit, just now noticing the bright blue VW Bug in her driveway, and goes inside. Softly setting her heels on the floor and neatly laying her brief case on the dining table that was only ever used for paper work.

Emily hums smelling the food coming from the kitchen. It was heavenly. Her feet softly padded to her kitchen and she paused for a minute to take in the sight before her.

Arya danced around the kitchen, her headphones blaring so loud Emily could hear her punk music from where she stood. Her curly dark hair with streaks of purple flipped around her face as she danced from the fridge to the stove. The pair of Emily's sweat pants she wore were far too big for her, hanging loosely around her hips. Revealing her tan skin as the only other thing she wore was a black sports bra; and of course her usual assortment of chunky necklaces, rings, piercings, and bracelets. Arya stirred her pot singing along to her music, her voice much higher and softer than the original version seeping from her headphones.

Emily snuck up behind her slipping one arm around her waist and the other hand quickly shooting to her throat. She moved quickly, having her girlfriend completely subdued before she even realized what was happening.

The younger woman jumped in her grasp and let out a yelp. She quickly pulled down her headphones. It didn't take her long to realize it was her girlfriend; her shampoo alone gave her away.

Emily chuckles a bit as she kisses Arya's cheek "That's what happens when you leave the door unlocked. What if I was a serial killer? Or a Rapist? The door has three locks at least use one." She nips at her neck, biting harder as she talked to emphasize her point.

Arya bites her lip holding back any moans that threatened to escape. "I was hoping you would be home soon. Penelope texted me you finally left your office. And Em" she turns in her arms kissing her softly "not everyone is constantly worried a serial killer is coming for them."

"Yea well not everyone makes a career of hunting them either." She grabs her chin forcing the much shorter women to look up at her "one lock on all the doors every time you are here alone. All three and the alarm at night. Especially if I'm not here. I want to keep you safe" she kisses her softly