The Nights We Stay Awake (TemperancexReader)

15. "Late in the Hotel Room"

Y/n pov

The quiet hum of the hotels air conditioning is the only sound in the dimly lit room. I'm lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to push away the thoughts racing through my mind. I've texted Temperance a quick goodnight, and now, every second feels like an eternity. I can't stop thinking about Emily- about the conversation we never got to have, and this day.

With a determined sigh, i throw off the covers and slip out of bed, carefully not to make a sound. And i'm glad that i had left her pyjamas at the office, or else i would be thinking about something else entirety.

The hallway outside the room is dark, illuminated only by the faint light filtering through the emergency exist signs. I make my way to the door i know is Emily's, heart pounding with every step. I've thought about this moment countless times over only today, but now that it's here, i'm almost to nervous to move.

I raise my hand and knock softly on Emily's door, the sound almost swallowed by the silence of the night. I wait, my breath held, until i hear a shuffling from inside. The door opens a crack, and Emily's tired but curious eyes meet mine.

"Y/n?" she whispers, looking surprised to see me this late. "What's wrong"?

I take a deep breath, trying to steady my racing heart. "Can i come in? We need to talk."

She hesitates for a moment before nodding and opening the door wider. I slip inside, the warmth of her room enveloping me. It's sparsely decorated, just like my own, but she's put up a framed photo and a well-worn book on the bedside table.

Emily takes a step back into the room, and the room feels smaller, more intimate, with just the two of us in it. I stand near the door, the nervous energy buzzing in my veins. Emily moves to the edge of the bed, her arms crossing her chest, her expression a mix of sleep and concern.

"What's going on?" she asks, her voice a low murmur. "Why are you in my room in the middle of the night." Okay, it's not that late. Only half past ten.

I run a hand through my hair, feeling the weight of everything i've been holding in since only last night. "Emily, i'm sorry. I am going crazy and can not wait to have this conversation. Do you like me or not?"

Her eyes widen in surprise, i've always been the patient one out of the team. After Hotch of course. "What?"

"Just answer me," I say, my voice trembling slightly. "Are the rumours true, do you like me?"

She blinks, processing my words, and then, slowly, she nods. "Yes, okay, yes, i like you. Like, like you. Seriously. I mean, how could i not? You're insanely hot, a total badass profiler, almost as smart as Reid, and extremely kind to everyone. And still, you could not see how infatuated i've been with you for months?"

My heart skips a beat at her confession. "Months? You've had a crush on me for months and never thought to tell me that?"

Emily's cheek flush slightly. "Why? You've been in a mood for a long time because Dr. Brennan was in a mood over some assistant, and you never noticed."

I take a step closer, my frustration mingling with desire. "Okay, fine. But still, you should have told me."

"And what would you have done," she asks, rising and stepping closer to me, her voice low and intense, "besides just say 'but we're friends'?"

I move even closer, my breath mingling with hers. Because fuck it, i'm taking Angelas words to the test, just do it. "I would tell you," i say, my voice barely above a whisper, "that i would very much like to be more than friends. So much more."

The space between us vanishes as i close the gap, pulling her into a kiss that's filled with all the longing and frustration she's been holding back. Emily responds immediately, her lips moving against mine with a passion that makes my head spin. Her hands find their way to my waist, pulling me closer, as if she's been waiting for this moment for decades.

We stumble backward, the kiss growing deeper and more urgent. I manage to kick the door shut behind us, the click of the latch barely registering as we fall onto the bed. The room is with the sounds of our heavy breathing, the rustling of sheets, and the occasional moan as we explore each other with a fervour that's been building for far too long.

Emily's hands are everywhere- running through my hair, tracing the curve of my back, pulling me closer. I let out a soft gasp as her fingers graze my skin, sending shivers through my body. The bed creaks beneath us, but i barely notice, lost in the intensity of the moment.

As our kiss finally breaks, we look into each other's eyes, breathless and filled with emotion. Emily's gaze is filled with a mix of vulnerability and desire, and i can't help but reach up to cup her face, pulling her in for another kiss.

This time, the kiss is softer, more tender, a promise of everything that's to come. I can feel the heat of her body pressed against mine, the gentle rise and fall of her chest as we lie tangled together on the bed. The adrenaline has faded, leaving us with a sense of contentment and intimacy that feels both new and right. The room is dimly lit by the soft glow of the bedside lamp, casting a gentle shadows on the walls. And outside, the sun that's only an hour from breaking dawn.

I run my fingers softly along Emily's arm, tracing idle patterns as i let out a contented sigh. The rush of earlier has give way to a deep, soothing calm, and i find myself sinking into the serenity of the moment.

Emily turns her head slightly, her dark hair fanned out across the pillow. She meets my gaze with a soft, affectionate smile. "So, Y/n," she begin, her voice a whisper in the quite room, "does this mean i get to keep calling you my girlfriend?"

The question brings out a genuine laugh to my lips, the sound light and unburdened. I look at her, my eyes filled with both affection and amusement. "Yes, Emily," I say, my voice tender and full of warmth. "I think it definitely does."

Emily's smile wides, and she lets out a soft, relived laugh. "Good, because i kind of liked the sound of it."

I reach out to gently brush a strand of hair away from her face, my fingers lingering for a moment longer than necessary. "I liked it too," i amidt, my voice barely more than a murmur. "It's kind of perfect."