Blurred Lines

32. the low⚠️

smut warning: some of y'all like the soft fluff, and honestly, that's my favorite, so we've got a few sweet moments coming up in the next few chapters! In this chapter, we've got a little bit of a switch. I hope y'all enjoy it:)

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I take a deep breath and cozy up into the covers, perfectly warm and content. The sun starts filtering into the room, greeting me with a soft welcome into a new day, but I decide to close my eyes again. The thought of leaving the haven I'm in is unimaginable. A soft breath flutters across my cheek, and I freeze, my eyes opening again. It takes a minute, but I slowly come to, my mind sluggishly working out the deep satin sheets, the chest in the corner of the room, the chair in the opposite corner.

Right. I'm not at home. I'm at Emily's place, and oh... my body. I can feel my face heating at the memory of the night before. Me, at my Mistress's mercy. Begging, pleading... being denied, time and time again. Emily's face hovering over me, her eyes dark and intense, lips curled in a sweet yet sinister smile. "Who do you belong to?" "You, Mistress, only you." Her arms tighten around my middle as she shifts closer to me, her front pressing into my back.

A soft little... whine? falls from her lips as she nuzzles her face into my hair, her body curling around mine. I don't move, letting her tangle herself with me. When she stills, I'm wrapped tightly against her, the little spoon to her big. Her breathing evens out again, and her small puffs of air tickle against my neck. "Emily?" I whisper softly. It sounds loud in the quiet of the morning, but she doesn't stir.

A smile grows on my face. I shift and turn, fighting against her tight grip. She wakes up, her eyes opening blearily as she grumbles at me, trying to pull me closer to her. I giggle softly at her. I'm just trying to roll over to see her, but she's not having it. When I finally manage to wriggle into the position I want, I'm met with the most intoxicating thing I've ever seen.

Emily stares at me, her expression being the sweetest pout I've ever seen. "Oh..." I coo and snuggle right into her, wrapping my arms around her tightly. She relaxes, letting out a huffed breath as she buries her head into my chest, tucking her head under my chin. I run my fingers over her back, tracing soft lines over her shirt. "Good morning, Ems," I whisper softly, unable to hide my affection for this woman in my tone.

I laugh again when the only response I get is another little grumble, her arms tightening around me. I lay with her for a moment, relishing in the peace and stillness, moving to run my fingers through her hair almost without thought. It's just so perfect. It's almost too perfect. I know I'm utterly screwed when my mind begins playing tricks on me. Thoughts of waking up to Emily in her bed every morning invade my mind.

How she looked at me when she thought I was trying to get out of bed makes me smile. She was so sweet, so upset. If waking up to Emily Prentiss means I get to cuddle and hold her close, then gods... I would do anything to experience it again. Lucky for me, Emily stirs as I gently attempt to untangle her hair. She shifts and, with her eyes still closed, reaches up to press soft lips against the column of my neck. I let her, my fingers stilling in her hair, all too happy to receive her affection.

"Mmm..." she hums softly between her kisses, "Good morning, Angel." I couldn't stop smiling or being so full of joy and bliss, even if my life depended on it. This woman is making me feel all types of things and her morning voice? Lord, help me because I think I might have died a little. Maybe even creamed a little. "Good morning, darling," I murmur back to her, my voice low and sweet. Her lips pause their movement against my neck, and she shifts to look up at me. Her eyes are darkened, but her gaze is soft.

"Say that again," she husks. Say what again? I blink at her, not understanding, as she bites her lip impatiently, and then I realize. "Darling," I coo softly. Her fingers grasp at my shirt, and she surges forward, pressing her lips to mine. She kisses me in a way she hasn't before. It's needy and desperate, and I am more than willing to oblige. I kiss her back, my heart stuttering when she lets the littlest moan escape her.