𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍 | Multifandom Drabbles

𝗘𝗺𝗶𝗹𝘆 𝗣𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝘀𝘀 / 𝗖𝗹𝘆𝗱𝗲 𝗘𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿 | 𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘴

Fandom: Criminal Minds
Rating: T
Words: 685

Summary: In which Clyde and Emily are undercover in Paris as a husband and wife on their honeymoon. Clyde takes this to his advantage, of course.

3rd Person POV

Clyde entered the room in a white button down shirt, the top two buttons undone along with tan slacks and dark brown loafers with a gift bag hung on his right arm, he saw Emily sat up cross legged on the bed with the case files spread out on the sheets

They were currently undercover, posing as an unsuspecting husband and wife (which he quite frankly didn't mind, having more of a reason to touch Emily without rousing the suspicion of their colleagues) on their honeymoon in the city of romance, Paris

Clyde smiled at the sight before calling out to the otherwise occupied brunette

"Emily"

She looked up from her position on the bed, a soft smile gracing her features upon seeing her boss's face

She hopped up from the bed and walked over to him, pressing a kiss to the man's lips

"Hi" she greeted in a slightly sultry tone

"Hey" he greeted back with a smirk pulling her into another kiss, this one longer and deeper. He slipped his tongue in her mouth and their tongues meshed together in a sensual dance

She wrapped her arms around his neck and so did his left before he let go of the bag he was holding resulting in slight thud

The sound snapped Emily out of her reverie and she broke off the kiss and slightly jumped in surprise at the sudden interruption

"What's that?" she questioned, curious

"Oh, just a little surprise for you" He answered her question with a smirk

"And what might that be" she raised her eyebrow

He bent down to pick up the bag and pointed it in her direction

"Open it" he urged

She took the bag in her hands and silently examined it
The bag in question looked sleek, expensive, probably high end or designer and looked exactly like the kind of place Clyde would buy from

The brand name was french, not something she would've recognised at the top of her head

'𝘓𝘢 𝘝𝘪𝘦 𝘌𝘴𝘵 𝘉𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦' it read

"Are you going to keep examining it or actually look inside" He asked in his British drawl

"I was just about to. Patience, Clyde" She reminded him before opening the bag and taking out the box which had the same design as the bag it came in

She carefully opened the box and inside was a perfume, packaged neatly inside with a black box surrounding it

She took the perfume out of the box and put the box on the bed. She stared at the clear square shaped bottle with perfumed pink liquid containing it. The bottle oddly enough, did not seem to have adorned the brand label unlike it's packaging (a tad unusual) but nonetheless she sprayed the bottle a bit on her pulse point and the sweet scent of Jasmine filled the air in the room

She put the bottle down after usage and stepped towards Clyde once more after noticing the odd gap that had formed during her minutes of scrutinizing the gift

"It's lovely Clyde, thank you" she said sincerely wrapping her arms around his neck

"Well I'm glad you like it love" he pulled her closer with his arms coming to wrap around her waist

"But I must say," she started, deciding to tease him a bit "This gift, however lovely it may be, feels a tad inappropriate" she finished

"I have to say I disagree with you, after all there's nothing wrong with me doting on 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘧𝘦 " he whispered huskily. His lips dangerously close to her ear as he nibbled on the pale flesh of her earlobes

She shivered at his tone and the action
"Well I-I can't arg-argue with that" she stuttered feeling, feeling almost shy underneath his gaze and against his touch

"Good" He pulled her into a scorching hot kiss as he darted his tongue out to meet hers and their tongues meshed together for the second time that night

He continued to move them backwards until the back of her knees hit the bed and she fell backwards, pulling him down with her

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