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

-61- Return a favor*

TW: Mention of wounds, and Pain
       Smut ;)
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Y/N's POV

"That was beautiful.  May I return the favor, darling?" I ask, running my fingers through her silver hair.
Emily lies between my legs, her head resting on my chest and her fingers drawing thoughtless circles on my stomach.

"May I ask my question of the day first?"
She whispers, her voice sounds uncertain and slightly trembling, as if she is afraid of saying something wrong.
For a moment I hold my breath, her nervousness seems to be transferred to me and I wonder what is bothering her.

Was it a mistake?

Does she regret being intimate with me again?

Does she want to ask me to end it here?

"Of course." I answer as relaxed as possible and hope that she doesn't hear the worry in my voice.
Emily's fingers draw more hectic circles on my skin for a moment, then she pauses and takes a deep breath.

"How bad are you in pain?"

The question catches me completely off guard.

I pull my  Fingers out of her hair and I bite my lower lip, unable to find a proper answer.

Emily slowly turns around and props herself up on her elbows to look at me.
Her dark eyes rest on me and worry lines decorate her forehead.

"My love, I know you're in pain, always.
I know that it never completely went away after the first accident.
I also know that you haven't been to physical Therapy for a long time and probably not to Dr. Graham either.
You're dealing with it yourself and don't want anyone to notice."
she explains in a calm voice and doesn't take her kind gaze away from me.

There's no trace of anger or reproach on her face, just love and concern.

That brings tears to my eyes and my cheeks heat up with shame.

I thought i was better at hiding.

I lower my head in shame and continue to pick at my lower lip without saying anything.

Emily now sits upright, crawls over my legs and sits in front of me.
She places a finger under my chin to raise my gaze.

"I just want to know if it's gotten worse since...since the coma.
You can talk to me and I think it's important...that you talk to someone."

Her free hand gently covers my bandaged forearm, gently covering the lasting proof that I can't handle it alone.

"Dealing with it like this is not a solution.
At least, it's not a solution I want for you..."
Her voice breaks under the weight of her worry and I can barely bear the sight of tears in her eyes.

I swallow my own tears and hold her gaze for a moment as I brush a strand of hair from her face.
The care in her eyes touches me, the tears she sheds at the thought of my pain clearly show how important I am to her.

"I...I don't have any pain. Not in my knee..."
I begin to tell her hesitantly, my fingers playing with the tips of her hair.

Emily's fingers stroke my chin while she listens to me patiently.

"I don't feel it anymore... It's as if my knee is no longer there, as if it just didn't wake up..."

Tears fill my eyes and threaten to fall, which is why I quickly lower my gaze.