Emily Prentiss One Shots

Shy?

FORBIDDEN LOVE CHAPTER 1:
Summary: Professor!Emily x fem!student reader, what happens when profesor prentiss and the reader finally give into their feelings?

Word count: 1.5k

TW: Making out, I think that's it?

Pairing: Emily Prentiss x female reader

A/N: Should I make this a series? Idk it might be fun!

Studying behavioural profiling is, well, different. It's like science, criminology and psychology and smooshed into one subject. But the best thing about it, you ask? The teacher. Emily Prentiss is the most divine woman to ever step foot on this earth and no one can tell me otherwise. The way she strides along the front of the lecture all, her raven hair that falls in front of her face when she bends down to click something on her laptop, her eyes that always seem to find mine in a room full of students, her veiny hands that brush over mine when giving back a test. Ugh god, I swear I'm falling in love with this woman.

It's 7:45 am on a Wednesday and I'm walking across campus so I can get to lesson a little early to touch up my notes from my other class with Agent Morgan and to go over my- okay I'm bullshtting I just want to see Emily. And to be honest, I think I'm one of her more favourite students so I think she doesn't mind me being early.

I push open the door to the lecture hall and start walking down the steps, laptop bag slung over my shoulder that contained notebooks, pens, pencils etc, all the essentials. In my hand I held a travel coffee mug with my favourite hot chocolate in it because I wasn't too partial to coffee. As I reach the front row I notice that Professor Prentiss has been following me with her eyes and watching the sway of my hips as I walked in. "Morning Professor." I try to say as if her eyes all over me weren't causing a blush to creep up my neck. I took a quick check behind me finding out I was the only one in the room.

"Hi, y/n. How are you today?" She asked her eyes staring into mine, genuinely curious.

"Good thank you, tired but good, what about you?" I smile as she chuckles lightly at my comment.

"Just about the same as you darling." She replies with a smirk on her face seeing my face instantly bloom with red at the pet name. I shuffle my bag slightly before she says "I was out on a case for the last two or so days and I, only just, made it back in time to teach you guys. Lucky me hey? The only reason I'm even slightly okay with having to wake up at the ass crack of dawn is because of students like you. You actually listen and care, god knows that kind of work ethic is rare these days." Emily looks exhausted and about ready to jump into bed at any second but the words that she said seem to cloud my head so I don't pay much attention to her disheveled state.

Students like me? What does that even mean? Well, she explained what it meant but I still wasn't convinced. Nonetheless I responded "Yeah, it really is. All the people in this class want to be profilers or something along the lines of such and yet none of them take their education seriously. I want to throw something at them every time they talk over you. I might actually do it one day, it's so annoying!" She smiles fondly at my words making a cage of butterflies escape into my stomach and I smile back.

"Now, I can't have you throwing things at people, can I now sweetheart? That'll get you kicked off the course. And I don't think you want that, I certainly don't want that, and besides don't worry about the others. You're doing amazing ah, that reminds me can you stay behind at the end? I just want to speak to you about your grade on our most recent exam. It's nothing bad, I promise. You've done exceptionally well, in fact so well that I want to talk to you about further opportunities you have open to you." She places her hand on my shoulder as we now stand face to face, she got up halfway through talking to lean on the front of her desk. I smile and subconsciously lean into her touch. The remains of the blush from the pet names yet again lingers but I say a small "Thank you Professor."

At that moment the door to the lecture hall swings open revealing another student in their own little world unaware of the building tension in the room. I give her one last smile and go make my way to a seat in the front row. I get out my laptop and notebook and start writing the dates and titles. I could feel eyes on me the whole time, I look up and lock eyes with Emily, finding her already looking at me. She sent me a wink and glanced back down at whatever she was working on. A crimson flush invaded my face and I returned my eyes to my page.

After the lesson I packed up slower than normal so that I'd be able to stay behind a little longer than she probably ment. I put my laptop in my bag and zip it up and grab my now empty hot chocolate. I walk up to Professor Prentiss' desk and find she's already looking at me, again.

"You know, you should stop staring at me so much. People might get the wrong idea." I say, suddenly feeling confident, a teasing smirk on my lips.

"What if I want them to get the wrong idea? What if I want them to think you're mine?" I quickly shut up at that remark, all my confidence suddenly disappeared and I turned into putty. Heat rose to my cheeks and my head dipped to avoid her piercing gaze, it wasn't mean, more admiration. But, any look from Emily Prentiss is intense. "Cat got your tongue honey?" She had a shit eating grin on her face as she saw me nod slowly.

"Anyway, your grade! Okay you scared the highest in the class, and you got full marks. This isn't anything new for you I'm sure, you're a bright young woman. But, scoring this high in a test this hard, it opens doors for you. So, I'm here to offer you a chance to shadow me and the team for a week to see how we handle cases and what the job entails really. I also wanted to let you know that if you have any interest in joining the team I would accept you in a heartbeat. You're a brilliant profiler." Yet again for what feels like the millionth time today, heat rises to my cheeks. She stalks the way round her desk and stands in front of it.

"That sounds amazing, oh my god, really?" A smile broke out on my face immediately. She looked pleased at my reaction and took a step closer.

"Yeah of course really, why would I joke?" She laughed softly. I muttered a small 'true' and kept shamelessly checking her out as she still came closer to me and lowered her lips down to my ear and whispered, "Do I make you nervous darling? Is that why you get all shy whenever I'm around?" I nodded again while looking down, her hand found my chin and tilted it up. "Look at me when I'm talking to you." I felt a strange tingling in my lower stomach as she said that.

I looked her in the eye and she bought me closer. "Is this okay?" she muttered, her breath fanning across my face due to the proximity.

"Yes." I breathed out. That was all the confirmation she needed to softly press her lips to mine. She held me like I might break at any minute, so tentative and caring it made my heart flutter. My hands found their way around my waist and I pulled her closer. She moved us around so now I was the one against the desk as she deepened the kiss, her tongue moving into my mouth. I instantly let her take control of the kiss and press her hips against mine. A small whine left my lips and I lent into her arms which were on my hips.

She pulled away and looked into my eyes before whispering, just to me even though there was no one else there, "I don't want this to just be a fling, just to make that clear." I smiled wide and pecked her lips once more.

"Neither do I." She pulled me in again and we kissed with smiles on both of our faces. We knew we would have to be a secret for a while obviously but it didn't stop me from fantasising about what was to come.

(A/N: HEY I WROTE THIS ON MY LAPTOP SORRY IF THE SPACING IS FUNKY!!)