I See you, Y/N. (Emily Prentiss X Reader)

-7- Home

TW: panic
       Trauma Response
                                                                       

One week later

"Hey, Em. Are you ready to go?" I stand in the doorway to Emily's bedroom and lean against the doorframe as I watch her. Emily is sitting on the edge of her bed, she is wearing black jeans and a hoodie and looks beautiful even in casual clothes.
Her effortless beauty fascinates me.

Her gray hair falls over her face as she tries to tie her shoes. I see her face contorted in pain as she moves her shoulder the wrong way and rush to her.
I kneel down in front of her to tie her shoes.

A blush rises on her face as she watches me. Even after a whole week, she still finds it difficult to let me take care of her.

You can tell that Emily doesn't like having to depend on other people, but there's nothing I like more than being there for her.

I routinely sit down behind her on the bed and tie her hair into a loose ponytail, so she doesn't have to lift her arm.
Then I wrap my arms around her neck and give her a kiss on the head. She runs her hands over my arms and snuggles into my embrace.

"Shall we get going?" I whisper, even though I would like to stay like this forever, with the woman of my dreams in my arms.

She grumbles quietly and then nods resignedly. I know she hates going to the hospital, even if just for a checkup.

"We could take a walk through the park on the way back if you want."

We did that after every check-up. It has become a lovely routine.
This seems to motivate her because she stands up and offers me her hand to help me off the bed.

She pulls me close and our lips meet.
While she strokes my hair, she runs her tongue over my lower lip and asks for entrance.
I'm only too happy to grant it and our tongues dance as butterflies flutter through my body and my knees go weak.
I sigh softly and I can feel Emily's smirk.

She knows exactly what effect she has on me.

She pulls away from me, kisses the tip of my nose and strokes my cheeks, flushed with heat. She grins suggestively and I bite my bottom lip slightly, shy under her gaze.

"You're so cute when you're shy." She says laughing and gives me a quick kiss before she takes my hand and we leave the house together.

I drive to the hospital and wait in the car while Emily goes to her check-up appointment.
I know she would be uncomfortable with me accompanying her, so I always say I need the time to check my email so she doesn't have to say it.

I received an email from Tara Lewis inviting me to an interview in response to my application.

My heart skipped a beat when I read this. A job at the FBI would be perfect.
I had applied for the advertised position as a child psychologist before the interrogation with the King.
After not being helpful at all, I no longer had high hopes.

Tara's answer gives me hope and at the same time it makes me nervous.
I hadn't told Emily about it yet.

What would she say to that?

We spent the days since the hospital in her apartment, cuddling and kissing in front of the TV, ordering food and Emily slept a lot. We just talked about trivial things, nothing serious.
It was a nice time, without major problems, without darkness, without worries.