They Deserve To Be Happy.

They deserve to be happy.

be quiet

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emily prentiss x reader

18+: smut; emily has a penis, blowjobs, office sex, lowkey humiliation, talks of punishment, dom!emily, cockwarming kinda??but using a mouth lol, angry emily

a/n - inspired by an ask that i cannot find | wc: 1.1k

You’d known it was inevitable that talking back to her would have its repercussions but having her belittle you for a minor mistake in the field with all of your colleagues around to hear was beyond humiliating. 

You should have stayed silent and bitten your tongue. But the flush to her neck as she raised her voice, the way you were shrinking beneath the harshness of her tone despite how desperately you tried not to, only bubbled the anger up your throat. Your words were spat back at her with malice, utterings of her need to control those around her, and her overreaction at the situation. They’d taken aback not only herself but the onlookers to the tension-fueled argument. You were soon dismissed and ushered back to your desk while she stalked to her office with a slam of her door behind her. 

You’d not seen her for hours and you were hoping the atmosphere would have diffused by this evening considering she was the one who’d driven you to work this morning. 

Emily, however, had been ruminating on her fury the entire time. Her jaw was beginning to hurt with the way it was so tightly clenched and the work in front of her that she had been working on was now becoming haphazardly completed due to the attention she was paying to thoughts of you instead.

Her annoyance at you oftentimes is accompanied by an arousal and need to dominate you - to put you in your place. She’s convinced you do it on purpose just to be on the receiving end of her wrath. It’s just like you to be desperate for her rough hand. 

She thought back to just the previous night when she had you beneath her and crying out her name for hours on end, clambering onto her body as though it was your lifeline, the way your breathless body panted and moaned under hers with her fingers in your mouth and her dick fucking you into the mattress whilst you begged her for more. She couldn’t get enough. 

And now, with these memories freshly implanted into her mind and her skin so hot she had to rid herself of her blazer lest the anger fuelled heat burn her skin, she could feel herself getting harder by the second. She wanted you. She was ravenous and starving for you, aching in her jeans to keep your slutty mouth silent. 

She picked up her phone to send you a message and peeked out through the blinds of her office windows to watch your attention be taken by the vibration beside you. She watched you read her instruction and positioned herself in her chair when she watched you make your way to her, legs splayed and her arms sporting rolled up shirt sleeves resting on the arms of the seat. 

“Come here,” she spoke. No greeting to ease the tension, just a gesture to the ground between herself and her robust desk. 

You could see her growing bulge from where she’d been palming at herself with all of the thoughts running through her mind, she was needy for you and your lips but she didn’t want to hear a word. You didn’t even dare to mutter a teasing comment at her obvious desperation. You just did as she wanted - you only ever wanted to obey her - taking your place on your knees as she’d silently instructed once you had approached. 

“If you’re gonna use that fucking mouth to be bratty, you can use it now,” she rasped, unbuckling her belt to release her hard cock. “I don’t want to ever, hear you talk back to me at work.”

“Em, I’m sor-”

“No talking,” she interrupted with a harsh grip around your neck halting your words. “If I have to force you to be quiet, that’s what I’m going to do.”

She left no room for argument, not that you’d even try underneath the harsh and dark eyes she scrutinised you with. Instead, you let her push your head down, parting your lips for the tip of her cock, moaning slightly at the taste of the precum that landed on your tongue when you licked the head. You knew what she liked and she groaned out above you at the feeling. 

Her nails bore into into your scalp, long fingers tangled up in your hair as she orchestrated every single movement of your head, merely using your mouth as something to fuck. As long as it kept you quiet. 

Just as she’d eased each inch into your throat, her phone rang out into the quiet of the room. You thought that this would mean a slight, if momentary, reprieve of the cock that filled your mouth and nudged so deeply into you. But, when Emily has a punishment in mind she doesn’t carry it out leniently. 

She forced your head to still when she answered the phone and spoke for much longer than was necessary, only smirking darkly with each glance she darted at your head in her lap. Your jaw ached and your lips salivated around her length, tears streaked down your cheeks at the way you gagged around her. 

Your hands dug into her hips, holding onto her just hoping she’d set you free but she kept you in your place. There was no possibility for any semblance of movement. She enjoyed the helpless way you sporadically gasped for breath. 

“There’s something so pretty about seeing you so quiet,” she murmured once she’d placed the phone back onto its receiver. “I knew my good girl was still in there.”

It was only then that she let you pull away for just a moment to catch your breath but she soon pushed your lips into the head of her throbbing cock, she was more aroused than ever with how the heat of your mouth had had her aching.

Your head bobbed in her lap, lips around her shaft and your tongue licking the skin with each glide over it. Her hips lifted from the leather of her cushioned chair, her head leaning back with her bottom lip caught between her teeth at the pleasurable feelings coursing through her. 

“Fuck, you feel so good, sweet girl,” she murmured. “I’m gonna cum into that slutty mouth of yours.”

Her words ony spurred you on and the groan that vibrated onto her dick was enough to be mirrored by her as her seed filled your mouth, spurts of cum painting the back of your throat with familiarity. You swallowed every drop as she continued to fuck your mouth for as long as she wanted to, milking herself of every mouthful she could give you, letting herself rid her body of the ravenous arousal that had been plaguing her. 

She eyed the way she dripped from your shining lips onto your chin and pulled you in for a kiss once she’d wiped it clean with the pad of her thumb.

“I’ll deal with you later,” she growled into your ear after she’d trailed kisses across your jaw and you waited in anticipation once she’d dismissed you back to your desk. 

Mother's Instinct

Summary: Emily knows you too well. After all, you are her daughter. Or the one where your mom gives you advice and one where you healed something inside her. Genre: Fluff/Comfort Pairing: Emily Prentiss x Daughter!Reader, Emily Prentiss x Jennifer Jareau (JJ is only mentioned in this fic) Warnings: mention of (Emily's) teenage pregnancy Word count: 3.5K+

A/N:

This is basically a fix-it fic of my life lmao. My mommy issues were at it today so instead of being a grown up and talking to my own mother, I wrote Emily as mine to comfort me. It be like that sometimes. It's normal!

All likes, reblogs, and comments are encouraged and welcome! <3

AO3

You didn’t qualify for the varsity volleyball team of your school. It was devastating because you worked hard in the past year improving your skills and physique just to get in the team. But it seemed like it still wasn’t enough.

The bus dropped you off at home. You opened the door and your mom was already waiting for you in the living room. Emily immediately noticed your red, puffy eyes and your somber demeanor and rushed over to you from the couch.

“Hey, sweetheart. What happened?” Emily said, pulling you in a tight hug. Her mother’s instincts quickly kicked in and all she wanted was to protect you from whatever it was that made you cry.

“I-I’m fine, mom. Just tired.” You answered, voice barely above a whisper.

She gave you a sympathetic look and tilted your chin up to look at her. The sight of you, clearly in distress, broke her heart. “I’m not an idiot, sweetheart. Did something happen at school?”

When you didn’t answer, she tried again, “Sweetheart, it’s okay. You can tell me anything.” Emily didn’t let you go. Her hand rested on the back of your head, gently stroking your hair. “I won’t judge you. I’m your mom.”

You pulled away from the hug to look her in the eyes. “I didn’t get in the volleyball line up.” You said quietly, almost on the verge of tears again.

A small gasp escaped Emily’s lips. She knew how much you loved the sport and how much you practiced the past year just to get into the varsity team. Emily even asked JJ for a favor to help you practice during the weekends that they’re not called for work and JJ was more than happy to spend those times with you.

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart.” Emily pulled you back into her arms. “It’s hard being dealt with a bad hand, but it’s what you do after that defines you. You love volleyball, and I’m not taking away how upset you are, but you have to pick yourself up. You can look back at your old plays, see where you can improve. I know you’re determined and you’ll get there, okay?”

You nodded your head and wrapped your arms around your mother’s waist, burying your head on her chest.

After a few moments of quiet, just holding you, she spoke again, “How about a movie day to make you feel a bit better, yeah?”

“Okay.”

Emily took your hand and led you over to the sofa. “You go choose a movie and I’ll get some popcorn and soda, alright?”

“Thank you, mom.”

She gave you a reassuring smile and squeezed your shoulders. “Of course, sweetheart. You’re my daughter. I’ll always be here for you no matter what.”

You looked up at her. “You don’t have work today?”

Emily shook her head. “I took the day off. I wanted to spend the day with my favorite daughter.”

“Mom, I’m your only daughter.”

“That’s why you’re my favorite.” She let out a laugh, sticking her tongue out at you. “Alright, I’ll get the snacks then we can watch a film.”

Emily went to the kitchen for a few minutes then returned carrying a big bowl of popcorn and sodas in her arms. She settled down next to you.

The movie soon was playing on the TV, and she placed her arm around you as she handed the can of soda she opened for you.

“Thank you.” You turned to look at her. “You’re the best mom in the world.”

Emily couldn’t help the fond smile on her face, holding you tighter as she spoke jokingly, “Stop it. You’re going to make me cry.” She kissed the top of your head.

You smiled back. “Where’s your girlfriend? JJ didn’t take the day off?”

“No, she had to go to work today. I’m all yours for the entire day today.”

“Okay. I’m not complaining.”

“I’m glad you’re not complaining.” She then glanced at the movie starting. “Now, eyes on the movie.”

The two of you continued to sit and watch the film, eating popcorn.

Half way through, she noticed a small look on your face. “Everything okay, sweetheart?” She asked gently, a small hint of concern in her voice.

“Yeah, everything’s fine.” You answered almost too quickly.

Emily let out a soft sigh. “Sweetheart, I can tell when you’re keeping something from me.”

“It’s nothing, mom.”

Emily nodded but she wasn’t convinced at all. She knew there was something on your mind but decided not to press it further. After all, she didn’t want to argue on the whole day that she got to spend with you.

Instead, she put her arm around you again, holding you against her in a loose hug as you continued to watch the movie.

The movie continued, but she still couldn’t help but notice the look on your face. It was as if there was something you wanted to say but didn’t.

Finally, after a couple more moments of internal debate, Emily spoke again, “You know you can talk to me if there’s something bothering you, right?”

“I know that, mom.”

“So if there’s something on your mind, you can tell me. I won’t judge you, sweetheart.” Emily held you a little tighter in her arms, as much as it was a simple embrace, it was also a silent show of support.

You let out a deep sigh. “I just feel a little insecure about my skills. That’s all.”

She gave you a gentle squeeze, a sympathetic look on her face. “Oh, sweetheart, I know how much you love volleyball.” Emily took a moment before gently tilting your chin up to look at her. “You know even the most talented players doubted themselves at one point. It’s okay to feel insecure about your skills, but you can’t let it pull you down, okay? Not when you’re so passionate about it, yeah?”

Your eyes glistened as you looked up at her. You didn’t fully get it, how your mother was not disappointed in you at all. Instead, she even encouraged and supported you more.

“Thank you, mom.” You replied. “I’ll probably try again next year.”

Emily smiled proudly, gently ruffling your hair, a habit that she’d had since you were little. “There’s my girl.”

You flashed a grateful smile and she smiled right back at you, continuing to play with your hair, something that always used to soothe you when you were a child.

“You know I love you and I’m always going to be here for you, right?”

You nodded. “I love you too.”

Emily pressed another kiss on the side of your head. She then paused for a moment, studying your face, the anxiety about volleyball still lingering in your eyes, and for a moment, she thought she knew exactly what had been bugging you. But she pushed the thought away. She was probably overthinking it now.

She put her focus back on the movie instead.

The movie continued to play, but while your focus was on the screen, her mind was elsewhere. It was as though her motherly instinct had been triggered. She could always tell when something was on your mind, and even though she had done her best to reassure you and make you feel better, she couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to your insecurities than just volleyball. There was something else behind your eyes that you weren’t saying.

Emily was unable to help herself so she spoke, cutting through the silence of the movie. “Sweetheart?”

“Yeah?” You said, still focused on the screen.

Emily paused for a moment, wanting to choose her words carefully. The last thing she wanted was to upset you. “I don’t mean to press or be annoying, but … is there something else bothering you? Other than volleyball, I mean…”

You turned to her, curiosity in your eyes. “How can you tell?”

She took a deep breath. “You said you were worried about volleyball, then when I said you’ll get there, there was still something behind your eyes. As if it wasn’t the whole reason you were feeling the way you do. I know when you’re hiding something from me, sweetheart. We both know you can’t lie to me, even when you think you can.”

You let out a soft sigh, then chuckled lightly. “Are you profiling me now, mom?”

Emily let out an amused laugh. She wasn’t expecting that response, but she probably should have. After all, where would you get your smartass quality if not from her?

Emily met your gaze, a gentle look on her face. “I guess, I am. And right now, you’re not telling me the entire truth.”

You rolled your eyes but there was no real annoyance behind it. “I guess you’re really good at your job.”

“And I guess you’re terrible at lying.”

“This other girl got in the team.” You admitted sadly.

“Was she good?”

“Yes, and I swear I-I’m not jealous she got the spot or anything… I just…”

She raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. She was hesitant at first but the way your cheeks turned red was a dead giveaway. “You like her, don’t you?”

“I… uhm…” You stammered, looking at the floor.

A small smile appeared on Emily’s face. “That wasn’t a no.” 

You started picking on your nails, a habit that you clearly inherited from your mother. Emily quickly held your hand. “It’s okay, sweetheart. I’m not angry or anything. I’m just curious. So… you like this girl?”

“Y-yes,” you said, biting your lip nervously.

A soft smile appeared on her face. She could tell you were embarrassed, and hoped she wasn’t making the situation worse. But she couldn’t help but want to push the conversation further. “This is the first girl you’ve ever liked, isn’t it?”

“Yeah.”

“And just how much do you like this girl, sweetheart?”

You shrugged, pouting. “I don’t know… she… I sometimes feel like I’m about to throw up because my stomach feels funny when I’m around her. It’s … embarrassing, mom.”

Emily chuckled, squeezing your shoulder. “So you get butterflies when you’re with her.”

“I guess.” You sighed in defeat. “I just… I wanted to play for the team… with her, you know.”

“Are you sure it’s just about playing volleyball with her, sweetheart? Because you know, you can probably still do that with her, with or without you on the team.”

You thought about it for a minute, eyes staring at the movie but your focus was on your mom’s question. She waited for you to answer. After a moment of contemplation, you finally said, “I think… I want her to be… my friend… but also… more than that. I don’t know…”

She smiled warmly at the shy look on your face. “Sweetheart, it’s perfectly natural to like someone, especially at your age. It’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”

You turned to your mother, a serious and curious look on your face. “Can I ask you something?”

“You can ask me anything.” Emily smiled warmly at you.

“How did you know…? I mean, with JJ, how did you know?”

Emily chuckled, silently surprised that you’re asking about her own relationship. “Well, you know, JJ and I have known each other for almost five years now, right?”

“Yeah, you work together.”

“That’s right. And before we got together, JJ and I were colleagues. Eventually, she became someone I trusted and became a dear friend.” When she saw you nod, she continued, “Slowly, over time, that friendship turned into something more. We developed a love that  was deeper than we ever thought possible.”

“How did you know she was more than just a friend, mom?”

“At the time, there was a guy that liked JJ. He was kind and a nice guy, but his accent was just terrible.” Emily chuckled at the memory of Will Lamontagne Jr. “Anyway, that’s not the point. I knew she was more than just a friend to me when I was worried I’m going to lose her… to him.”

You smirked at her. “So you were jealous?”

Emily glared at you. “You will never tell JJ, got it?” You zipped your mouth. “But I was.”

“Was it weird? Going from friends to… girlfriends?”

She smiled at the question, then laughed softly to herself, remembering how scared she was to make the leap in the first place. “Sweetheart, more than weird, I was terrified. I was so scared it would ruin our friendship, that I’m about to lose my best friend because of these feelings I have for her.”

You were more amused by your mother’s confession now than the movie. You took the bowl of popcorn in your arms and started listening intently. The movie was completely forgotten and was now just a background noise.

“Then, how did it happen?” You asked curiously.

“After the case in New Orleans, I couldn’t wait one more day without telling her. When we flew back home, I immediately went home to you. JJ wanted to see you as well so she went home with me. You were twelve at the time and I told JJ you’re too old for legos but she brought you a set, anyway. Remember that?”

You beamed at the memory. “Yeah, it was a whole big box of them. I was so excited.”

“It was that night, when you were in your room and building your little lego castle, that I told her about my feelings. And luckily, it turned out that she had felt the same way I had, for just as long as I had, and she was just as terrified about telling me.”

You gulped down the rest of your soda and let out a small burp before asking, “And… uh, she didn’t mind? That… you have me?”

Emily smiled, knowing exactly what you meant to ask. She placed a hand on your knee, her voice soft and laced with sincerity. “No, sweetheart, she didn’t mind that I have a daughter nor that I am a mother. In fact, having you actually made us closer. And before you ask, JJ and I being girlfriends, didn’t affect the way she treated you. JJ loves you very much.”

You nodded in understanding.

“But sweetheart, I’m curious, why were you suddenly asking about that? Is there any particular reason?”

You shrugged, trying to be nonchalant. “I don’t know. Some of my friends have divorced parents and they said that… sometimes their parent’s partners didn’t like them… having kids.” A slight grimace appeared on your face.

“Oh, sweetheart, come here.” You scooted closer to her. She wrapped an arm on your shoulder. “Any person that a parent might be dating and treats their kid differently or badly just because they exist is an idiot, alright?”

“I just…” You fidgeted on the empty soda can on your hand. “I don’t want JJ to feel uncomfortable since you love her.”

Emily’s protective nature took over. “I want you to listen to me very carefully, okay?” She said, her voice gentle yet firm and stern. “I am a hundred percent sure that JJ does not mind the fact that I have you, and I can guarantee that she will not love me or treat me differently just because I am a mother. Do you understand, sweetheart?”

You swallowed thickly. “Yes, mom.”

She patted your knee. “Good. Because I have no doubts about how JJ feels about us and you, okay? I would never ever bring someone in our lives that would harm us or keep us apart. So you don’t have to worry about anything, alright?”

“I trust you, mom. And JJ too.”

“All of that being said… and I know it’s not my business, but I am going to ask you anyway, what are you worried about if you tell this girl that you like her?”

You scoffed. “I might faint?”

Emily couldn’t contain her laughter at your answer. “While that is a pretty accurate reaction to telling someone that you like them, it’s not what I meant.” She chuckled again, before continuing, her voice soft and encouraging. “I meant… what are you worried will happen if this girl knows you like her?”

“I’m scared she might reject me.”

Emily took your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “It’s normal to be scared of the possibility of rejection, sweetheart, but if she means a lot to you, then confessing your feelings for her is worth it no matter what the outcome will be.”

You squeezed her hand back, smiling in reassurance. “I’ll think about it, mom.”

“That’s a good girl.” She patted your knee. “And sweetheart, promise me that, no matter what happens, be it a good response or a bad one, that you’ll come and talk to me, okay?”

“Of course, mom. You’re my best friend.” 

Emily was caught off guard when you quickly launched yourself to give her a hug. After a few seconds, she returned the hug, wrapping her arms protectively and lovingly around you and held you close. “What’s this for?”

“For being the best mom.”

She smiled fondly at the compliment, holding the hug for a little while longer.

“So…” She gently stroked your hair as you pulled back from the hug. “Since I’ve given you some good advice to think about, is there anything else you’d like to ask me, sweetheart?”

You hesitated for a moment, but you knew your mom could read you so well and there was no use keeping it to yourself. “D-did you ever… regret… having me?”

Emily was taken aback by your question, as it was the last thing she’d expect you to ask. “Sweetheart, look at me. I promise you… I have never, and never will, regret anything about having you. You are the best thing that ever happened to me. And even to JJ.” She said in a soft but firm tone, making sure you looked and believed every word she said.

“It’s just… I’m fifteen now. It was the same age you had me. You were so young. I can’t… I can’t imagine what that must be like for you.”

“Yes, I had you young. It was unexpected. But you, my darling girl, are the best thing that ever happened to me.” She reassured you, stroking your cheek gently.

You frowned a little. “Even when the sperm donor - I refuse to call him a father - didn’t want anything to do with you or me?”

Emily chuckled, slightly annoyed just knowing you would even mention the ‘sperm donor’ and his selfishness. “Sweetheart, the moment I found out I was pregnant, the sperm donor no longer had a say in anything. Not to me or to you. He was a cowardly loser. But you, sweetheart, were everything.”

“I hope I don’t remind you of him.” You gave a small pout.

“How could you, sweetheart? You do not remind me of him in any way and never will. You are the product of my blood and my love. Every bit of you is me.”

Your heart could explode from the overwhelming love of your mom that you felt a little stupid for even thinking she’d be reminded of some loser in her past. “Everything I am is from you.. and everything I will be is because I have you as my mom.” You told her lovingly.

Emily smiled, touched by the statement and feeling overwhelmed with the love she had for you.

“You’re good at this, at being my mom. I hope you know that,” you added.

She was moved by your words, it was hitting her heart hard as well. She held your face gently in her hands, looking into your eyes. “And I hope you know, despite how unconventional or unexpected it all was, being your mom was one of the best things that ever happened to me.” Emily swallowed the lump in her throat before continuing, “I may not have been the best mom at fifteen, but the first time I saw you and held you and knew that you were mine, I loved you more than anything.”

“You did the best you could.”

“Thank you, sweetheart. I tried my best, but I know I could’ve done so much more back then. I should've been a better mother to you from the start.”

“You were just a kid too.”

“You’re right. A fifteen-year-old kid who got pregnant unexpectedly.”

“And I’m fifteen now and I can’t imagine that happening to me so… whatever you did wrong or could have done better, all is forgiven, mom.” You squeezed her hand reassuringly. “And you’re the best mother now.”

Emily pursed her lips, trying not to let the tears burst. She didn’t even know how she badly needed to hear you say those words. And how it felt like something inside her was now healed. How did she get so lucky to have such an understanding and mature kid?

She held you close, kissing the top of your head. Emily felt even more grateful and proud to have you in her life. “Thank you, sweetheart. I love you with my whole heart.”

“I love you too, mom.”

☽ 𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓 | 𝘌𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘗𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘴

summary: in which the tension between you and emily finally causes you both to crack on a case in New Orleans, and it was worth the wait.

pairing: Emily Prentiss x BAU!Female Reader

warnings: SMUT!!,

word count: 1.9k

note: this is my first ever attempt at smut…

The air was thick with humidity and the subtle chill of the air conditioning in your hotel room, but the tension between you and Emily Prentiss was palpable—like the atmosphere before a storm. You’d been with the BAU for three years, long enough to see people come and go. Elle had been your go-to for casual flirting, a fun way to unwind after a tough case. But with her gone, the dynamic shifted.

Emily had only joined the team a few weeks ago, but she brought a quiet intensity with her, one that simmered just below the surface. You noticed it during cases, especially this one in New Orleans. The team had been called down after a hurricane tore through the city, and while the case was brutal, it was the moments after hours, catching up with drinks at the bar or unwinding at the hotel, where the real storm brewed. There was something unspoken between the two of you—a line neither of you had crossed. Yet.

The buddy system in place meant you were paired up for the night, sharing a double bed at the hotel, thanks to overcrowding. It wasn’t uncommon for you to room with one of the girls—you hated getting hot during the night, so you preferred sharing a room with someone who wouldn’t mind your minimal sleep attire. But this time, it felt different.

After settling in, you headed toward the bathroom, your mind elsewhere—probably on the case, or so you tried to tell yourself. As you pushed the door open, you were immediately greeted by a wave of steam. You frowned, confused at first, before your eyes landed on Emily. Wrapped in a towel, her damp hair clinging to her neck, she stared back at you wide-eyed as if caught off guard.

“Oh—shit, sorry!” you yelped, heart skipping a beat. She nearly dropped the towel in surprise, but thankfully, her quick reflexes saved the situation.

“No, it’s fine,” she said, her voice casual, but you noticed the slightest hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. “Should’ve locked the door.”

You backed out quickly, your pulse racing as you closed the door behind you. Jesus, you thought, trying to calm the pounding in your chest. The image of her, fresh out of the shower, skin still glistening with moisture, was now seared into your mind. You forced yourself to take a deep breath, reminding yourself that she was your coworker.

“Sorry about that,” you apologized again as you grabbed your pajamas, trying to play it cool.

“No big deal,” she shrugged, but you could feel her eyes on you as you headed back into the bathroom, this time to get ready for bed yourself.

When you emerged, you were hyper-aware of her gaze as you walked over to your side of the bed. Dressed in your typical sleep attire—tiny shorts and a thin camisole—you could practically feel her eyes trailing up and down your body. The room was quiet except for the hum of the air conditioner, which you had insisted on turning up. You hated being too hot at night, and the cool air washed over you, hardening your nipples under your shirt, which Emily undoubtedly noticed.

You sat on the edge of the bed, propping one leg up as you lazily applied lotion to your legs, your mind drifting back to her. Emily was undeniably hot—more than just a little crush-worthy. But she was also your coworker, someone you saw every day. Still, you couldn’t shake the thought of how her towel had nearly slipped. How close you had been to seeing more.

“So,” Emily’s voice broke the silence, a little deeper than usual, “You always wear that to bed?”

You glanced at her, catching the playful tone behind her words. “What, this?” you smirked, gesturing to your shorts and tank. “I don’t like getting overheated at night. You’ve seen worse, trust me.”

Her eyes darkened ever so slightly as she leaned back on the bed, her gaze lingering on you a little too long before she reached for the lamp beside her. She flicked it off, and the room dimmed, leaving only the faint moonlight streaming in through the curtains.

You followed suit, turning off your lamp, then lying down beside her. The bed wasn’t big—it was just a standard double—and you were very aware of how close you were to her. Your arm rested under your head as you stared at the ceiling, the tension thick in the air, and for a moment, you swore you could hear her breathing faster.

You turned your head slightly, glancing at her in the faint light. She was staring at you, her mouth slightly parted as though she wanted to say something but was holding back. You could see the slight rise and fall of her chest, and your mind kept flashing back to that split second when her towel had almost dropped.

“Emily…” you whispered, unsure of what to say, unsure of what was about to happen.

But then her hand moved—slowly, tentatively—up your thigh. Your breath hitched as you felt the heat between your legs intensify. The moment her fingers brushed against your bare skin, you shuddered, and all your restraint shattered.

You surged forward, capturing her lips in a sloppy, needy kiss. It was frantic, desperate, all the tension that had been building between you two spilling over in an instant. Emily’s hands roamed your body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. When she pinched your nipple softly, you let out a soft moan, rolling over onto her, straddling her thigh. She licked her lips as she felt your arousal pressing against her.

“You’re so wet,” she whispered, her voice husky as her hands slid under your camisole, pulling it off in one swift motion.

You quickly worked on removing her top as well, your lips leaving a fiery trail down her jawline and between the valley of her breasts. Your mouth latched onto one nipple while your fingers teased the other, switching between them as her hands tangled in your hair, pulling you closer.

With a low moan, Emily flipped you over, pinning you beneath her. Her eyes were dark with lust, and you knew she wasn’t done with you yet.

“You’ve been teasing me for weeks,” she growled softly, her lips ghosting over yours, “Now, I’m going to make you pay for it.”

And with that, the storm between you two finally broke.

Emily’s lips left a blazing trail of kisses down your chest, her tongue flicking teasingly at each of your nipples as you squirmed beneath her. The ache between your legs was becoming unbearable, and you felt your pulse quicken as she moved lower, her eyes locked on yours from beneath her dark lashes.

When her breath hit the sensitive skin of your lower abdomen, you whimpered, your hips rising involuntarily to meet her. But with a firm hand, she pushed you back down, a smirk playing at her lips.

“Patience,” she tutted softly, her voice dripping with control. She released your wrists from her grip, and her fingers curled around the waistband of your shorts, tugging them down slowly, as though savoring the moment.

Her eyes darkened when she saw you—your waxed, glistening pussy on full display for her. The need radiating from your body was obvious, and she spread your legs wider, her hot breath ghosting over your inner thighs as she placed gentle kisses on the sensitive skin there. Each touch of her lips sent a shiver down your spine, your hands fisting the sheets as you bit back a whimper.

But when she didn’t move closer, your desperation spilled over.

“Please, Emily,” you gasped, your voice hoarse with need. “I need you. I need your mouth on me. Don’t make me wait any longer.”

She paused for just a moment, her smirk widening as her eyes flickered up to meet yours. “That’s better,” she murmured before finally giving in.

Her tongue swiped through your slick folds, a slow, deliberate motion that had your whole body arching off the bed. A satisfied hum escaped her lips as she tasted you, her eyes still locked on yours, watching your every reaction.

Your hands flew to her hair, tangling in the dark strands as she found a rhythm, her tongue flicking against your clit with a steady precision that had you teetering on the edge of an orgasm within minutes.

“Fuck—Emily, don’t stop, please don’t stop,” you gasped, your voice breathless as the pressure built inside you, your hips bucking against her face.

Just as you were about to tip over the edge, she pulled away. A frustrated whine escaped your lips as your orgasm slipped away, leaving you desperate and aching.

“Emily, please,” you pleaded, your voice trembling.

She didn’t respond with words, but instead crawled back up your body, capturing your lips in a bruising kiss. Your legs wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer, and you moaned into her mouth as you tasted yourself on her tongue.

When her body pressed fully against yours, skin on skin, the sensation made you dizzy with need. But this time, it was your turn. With a swift movement, you flipped her onto her back, kissing your way down her body with equal intensity.

You stopped at her thighs, your hands gripping them firmly as you spread her legs. Emily’s pussy was soft and flushed, with a small tuft of dark hair, and the sight made your mouth water. You leaned in, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh, relishing the way her breath hitched in anticipation.

“God, Y/N,” she breathed, her voice low and desperate. “Please... please... I need you to make me come.”

Her pleas sent a thrill through you, and without another word, you lowered your mouth to her. Your tongue flicked out, tasting her for the first time, and the soft moan she let out in response made you smile against her.

You licked a slow, deliberate path up her folds, then flicked your tongue against her clit, and her body jerked in response. Her hands flew to her breasts, squeezing them as she let out a series of breathless moans.

“Yes—fuck, just like that,” she panted, her head rolling back onto the pillow, her eyes squeezed shut in pleasure. “Don’t stop, don’t fucking stop.”

You were more than happy to oblige, your tongue working her steadily as her moans grew louder and more desperate. You sucked lightly on her clit, alternating between gentle flicks and firm strokes, and soon enough, her whole body was trembling beneath you.

“Y/N—oh my God, I’m gonna come—” she gasped, her voice breaking with the intensity of her need.

With a final, skilled flick of your tongue, you sent her over the edge. Emily’s entire body tensed, her back arching off the bed as she cried out your name, her hands fisting the sheets as she came hard against your mouth.

You didn’t stop until she was fully spent, her body trembling and her breaths coming in short, ragged gasps. Only then did you pull away, a satisfied grin on your face as you wiped your mouth.

Before you could move, Emily grabbed you, pulling you up to her and crashing her lips against yours. The taste of her arousal on your tongue made her moan softly, her hands cupping your face as she kissed you with a renewed hunger.

But you were still aching for release, and she knew it. Without breaking the kiss, she slid her hand between your bodies, her fingers dipping between your folds, slick with arousal.

“Now it’s your turn,” she whispered against your lips, her fingers teasing your entrance.

You shuddered, bucking your hips against her hand, desperate for the release she was about to give you.

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Devouring Desire

Not my gif. NSFW. MDNI. I’ll eventually put this on AO3. Smut. Just smutty smut.

She pulls you closer and encourages you to rest your forehead on her bare shoulder with a kiss to your temple. You sigh despite yourself. Her scent, the dim light of the corner she pulled you into, and the soothing rhythm of the music has lulled you into a state of pure contentment.

“Don’t get too comfy over there in that dark corner!” Morgan yelled over, catching Emily’s attention momentarily. She smirked, rolled her eyes, and playfully flipped him up. He shook his head laughing and swatted at the air in her direction before turning back to the group.

It was just supposed to be another casual night at Rossi’s mansion on the hill but after dinner, people quickly paired off. Alex and Reid. Morgan and Garcia. Luke and Lisa. Tara and JJ.

You and Emily. Oh, you and Emily.

Rossi’s outdoor patio and garden had always been spectacular but you had a sneaking suspicion that Garcia had coaxed him into letting her string fairy lights across the yard to the pool and down the pergola near the fence. Which was currently where you and Emily had found yourselves.

Emily’s arms wrapped possessively around your waist, hands sliding down to grip the sides of your hips as she lead you in an impromptu intimate sway. You ran your nose up along the length of her long, pale throat and inhaled deeply. Her signature jasmine and clove scent, which you have now begun to associate with safety, intimacy, and peace, filled your nostrils as you let out a heavy sigh.

“You okay, my sweet girl?”, she cooed into your ear as she ran a hand up your spine to cup the back of your neck gently.

“Mmhmm”, you mumbled before remembering she liked you using your words. “I absolutely am”.

Emily hummed pleasantly at that as you moved to drop chaste kisses along her throat where your nose had just been. She pulled your bodies impossibly closer as she brushed your hair to one side and gently started stroking circles along the nape of your neck.

You felt it was too needy to admit out loud but you wanted to be pressed against her always. You wanted your bodies to melt into one. You didn’t want to know where she stopped and you began. Never have you found a love like this. These thoughts in combination with Emily’s swaying and beyond gentle touches had you tearing up. You felt your face begin to flush at your embarrassment as you tried a few deep breaths to try and regulate yourself.

Emily must have felt you shudder against her throat because she pulled away slowly and inhaled sharply again at the sight of your tears.

“Oh baby…” she spoke softly, bringing up her hand to swipe a warm thumb across your cheekbones. She kissed the corners of your eyes, the rest of the world shut out as she focused solely on you. “Wha… oh, sweet girl, don’t cry, baby. How can I help? Hmm?”

You let out a self deprecating laugh at your less than sexy sniffle and looked up into her intense, dark eyes.

“I’m okay just…” you tilted your head as you thought. “I never imagined I would have this. Have… you.”

You dropped your gaze and brought your hands to her upper chest, playing with her small white gold dainty celestial padlock necklace that you had given her after a year of dating. Without knowing it, she had gotten you the corresponding key necklace in the same celestial fashion. You remember the words “disgustingly sweet” coming from Garcia’s mouth.

Emily’s expression softened even further at your confession. With one hand still securely wrapped around your hips, the other threaded through your thick, natural auburn curls reassuringly. She knew you well enough to know words were wind.

Holding the back of your head in place, she closed the small gasp between your lips tenderly. She explored your mouth for a few minutes, the two of you lost in each other, and bit down on your bottom lip gently as she pulled away smiling. Despite having seen it a hundred times, the sight of her beautiful smile always took your breath away.

Your chest heaved now as you watched Emily’s face flush slightly. Your hands caressed down her body, stopping underneath the swell of her heavy breasts. You raked your fingers against the underside of them, almost impatiently, as you looked up at her through your lashes.

It took her no time to understand the meaning of your gaze as she tugged you by your hips over to the darkened corner under the pergola. A loveseat had been dragged over by a mischievous Garcia earlier in the night under the guise of ‘making more room’. You allowed her to pull you onto her lap so your knees were on either side of her hips.

“Let me see how beautiful you are, hmm?” Emily said softy, racking her eyes over your body as you leaned back a bit away from her.

Your fingers played idly at the hem of her navy off the shoulder top before dipping underneath and skimming the soft skin of Emily’s waist. You loved that as she aged she filled out a bit more in the best of places. It gave you a comfort you didn’t know you needed.

“So lovely”, Emily muttered almost to herself as she used a hand to push your hair back behind your shoulders as you tried to clench your legs together.

She eyed your slightly protruding clavicle hungrily and ran her tongue over her bottom lip before sucking it in as you attempted to slip your hand under her linen pants. Her hand immediately caught your wrist and it made you internally smile.

“You’re awfully bold this evening,” Emily chuckled, never once did her eyes leave yours to look at the others around you but the darkness of this corner was not lost on her.

“I just want you so bad,” you said in a thick voice that was even a shock to you and Emily licked her lips. “I need your hand tightening on my throat, your teeth on my shoulder… I need…”

“What, my pretty girl?” Emily’s voice was barely a whisper now, the lust fully taking over.

“I need you inside of me more than-“, you whine quietly. “-more than I need to fucking breathe. Please?”

You could see the instant blowing of Emily’s pupils at this confession as she gripped your wrist a little tighter. You knew she wouldn’t outright take complete control of you in front of both your friends and colleagues so you sometimes pushed her boundaries a bit in public… and you paid for it at home.

“A desire so violent it seemed devouring…” the dark haired woman breathed out unevenly and so softly that you almost didn’t hear her over the noise of the rest of the team.

“Anaïs Nin.”

Emily hummed in approval while her eyes finally dragged from yours and scanned the outdoor space quickly, though you’re sure she had tracked their movements in her periphery. It had gotten late all of a sudden. Luke and Lisa were sitting on another outdoor loveseat, playfully smacking the other’s thigh deep in uncontrolled laughter. Emily smiled. The boys were hanging around the wet bar laughing and Tara, JJ, and Garcia were sitting around the bonfire in the middle of the yard, drinks in hand. She noticed JJ’s gaze falling to the two of you every so often and as you turned to see what Emily was looking at, your eyes locked with JJ’s. As quickly as it happened, JJ ripped her eyes away, blushed, and pretended to rejoin their conversation.

“I told you she liked to… watch us every now and again,” you whispered, turning around and slipping your wrist from her grip. You couldn’t read the look on Emily’s face. “I’ve caught her half a dozen times already tonight.”

Emily’s possessive, jealous side flared in her eyes now as she secretly wished you had brought a shawl of some sort so she could cover you. You enjoyed this protective, territorial side of Emily. It turned you on far more than it should. She pulled you closer to her body, the apex of your thighs brushing the softness of her belly before leaning in to kiss you hungrily. You started to slip your own hand under your already hiked up dress, gliding your smooth fingertips under the band of your lace underwear

“Let her look. Just touch me please”, you say breathily. You had always known JJ longed for something more but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it. It was true you had caught her watching the two of you with curiosity and maybe envy? Whatever the reason, you felt empathy with whatever war she was waging within herself. “Please?”

“You. Are. Mine”, Emily practically growled, leaving harsh kisses against your throat and wrenching your hand from your underwear. She repositioned her arm so her palm was flat against your belly as it sunk into your underwear.

“I am absolutely yours. Always.” You breathed out, letting the statement hang in the air for a moment. “I don’t think it’s me, per se, but us. Some people are drawn to intimacy, to closeness. Voyeurs, you know?”

A moment passes before Emily speaks.

“You like it when she watches, don’t you?” Emily states matter-of-factly as she cups your wet cunt. “A type of exhibitionist.”

“What? No… I mean…” You take a deep, shaky breath as the short fingernails on Emily’s free hand start tracing up your arms, fingers toying with the thin straps of your sundress. “I like… um, when we are *almost* seen…”

“Mmhmm, exhibitionist”, Emily whispers as she pulls down the front of your sundress, exposing one breast. She leans forward and circles her tongue around your nipple, careful to not actually touch it. “You’re so goddamn wet for me, baby. So warm and slick.”

You can’t help the groan that tumbles out of your mouth and you can feel her smiling against your skin. Her fingers slip in between your wet folds to gather a generous amount of slickness and rub it on your clit.

“Emily…” you breathe out as you arch your back slightly, eyes fluttering shut. Your hands don’t know what to do with themselves so one ends up running your fingers through your hair and the other rests on Emily’s bicep. “Em…”

“Hmmm?”

Emily can feel your hot arousal flush against her palm and finally has pity on you, wrapping her lips around a rosy, sensitive nipple. Her index and middle finger start tortuously slow, wide circles around your clit.

You bite back a loud whine, trying to remain as quiet as you can but Emily has other plans. She bites down gently on your nipple and her thumbnail drags over the wet lace over your clit simultaneously. You cry out, mostly muffled by the music but out of your periphery you see JJ’s eyes focus in on the two of you.

You try to pull your body away in vain as Emily’s teeth continue to bite down, pulling your nipple taut as she refuses to let go. Her free hand holds tightly to your hips. Your body reacts immediately to the painfully pleasurable sensation as a higher pitched whine escapes your throat.

“Oh fuck, Em…” It’s high, needy, and loud. “We can’t… not here…”

Emily grins devilishly against your breast, giving it a pop of her mouth before answering you.

“I know, I know, baby. Just breathe for me. There you go. Good girl. They can’t really see us. Maybe just a shadow of the back of you”, she said as she trailed a line of saliva from one breast to the other, pulling against your dress as she went.

The affirmation sent a shiver down your spine as you let your head loll to one side, resting on your shoulder. Letting her eyes fall from your face to where she had been working so diligently, the sight of your reddened, angry nipple sends a punch right to Emily’s pussy. Humming, she takes the other nipple in her mouth, gently this time, and suckles lightly on it. The same way you do when you’re in a certain headspace.

Your face is hot and you feel slightly dizzy. A thin layer of sweat starts to gather at your temples. The sight and sensation of Emily pulling most of your areola into her mouth makes you breathe faster. Her cheeks are flushed, she’s looking right at you, and it might be the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen. You let out a shaky breath as you run your hand through her hair and grip the back of her head, holding her in place. You try to grind against her fingers but they remain slow in carefully controlled circles. You whine as you feel her fingers tighten their grip on your hips. You feel wet, hot cum pool at your entrance now.

“Emily…”

“Hmmm?” she answered, releasing your breast from her mouth as you notice JJ rearranging herself in her lounge chair, trying desperately not to be noticed. “Use your words, princess.”

Your back arched at the nickname you can only tolerate when you’re too turned on to argue with her.

“Please, it’s not enough. Faster, please. I-I-inside, I need you…”

“Hey, that’s my girl…” Emily coos sweetly in your ear as she takes her hand off your waist, light purple marks already blooming, and tucks a wild curl behind your ear.

A shuttered, frustrated sigh erupts from your throat as she abandons your clit and kisses you gently, your eyes being teary and lips pouty. She tuts you softly with a smile. Without warning or a second thought, Emily slams three fingers easily into your drenched cunt. Momentary pain morphs quickly into an intense, bottom of your foot tingling sensation as you buck your hips roughly.

Emily’s free hand reaches up quickly, palming the base of your skull, and crushing her mouth against yours as she swallows your shocked, long groan before it can leave your throat. You instinctively try to arch back but her hand has you trapped in place.

Exactly where she wants you.

Her thrusts piston in and out of you with such force that you know you’re going to be incredibly sore later. You feel the warmth in your belly seep into your torso and into your limbs. Your body feels like pure electricity as your increased moans and whines become music to Emily’s ears.

Neither of you notice but JJ is staring under lashes now and, though more than 30 yards away, Morgan has noticed a few odd noises coming from your corner of the yard. He eyes Garcia and she looks your way now. Panicked, she stands up and starts to loudly sing along to Africa by Toto in a mostly successful attempt at diverting attention away from the pair of you. JJ’s curious blue eyes still flicker between the shadows under the pergola and Garcia.

None of that matters though because you’re so close and Emily is swallowing your moans purposefully now. One hand anchors itself at the base of soft grey hair while the other tightly grips the forearm of the hand she’s fucking you with. As gently as you can, lest Emily completely deny your request, you push her forearm deeper between your legs. You press yourself flush to her skin now and nestle your face in the crook of Emily’s shoulder. She places sweet kisses wherever her mouth can reach.

“You’re taking my fingers so well, baby. They’re so deep inside you. You’re my good girl, aren’t you, baby?”

“Mmhmm, yes.”

“Yes what, baby?”

“Yes… Mommy”, you end up moaning the last part of the sentence as she rewards you with deep hum that vibrates through your body. “I love it so much when you fuck me hard.”

“I know you do. Are you going to make Daddy proud and cum right here on David Rossi’s patio? With JJ trying soo desperately to catch a glimpse of something and the others able to hear these desperate whines? Look at me, baby.” Emily whispers into your ear as you look up at her and nod furiously, your head still pressed against her long, pale throat. “Then show me. Fall apart for me.”

Emily quickly pumps her fingers once, twice, three times while curling her fingers to hit your g-spot perfectly while she eyes messy, tight circles around your clit. Everything catches up to you all at once. Her fingers. Your clit. JJ watching. The others trying to ignore your moans. Emily’s warm skin. And you come.

Hard.

Your hips momentarily stall out and Emily takes full advantage of the slight position change and fucks you as deeply as possible. She whispers sweet nothings into your ear, talking you through your orgasm. You see the most beautiful stars behind your scrunched eyelids. Or were they the fairy lights? Were you floating?

You don’t remember to stifle your loud groan until it’s halfway out. Emily quickly covers your mouth, only adding to your peaked arousal. You flood her hand with warm, sticky cum as she fucks your through a powerful orgasm. Your open, gasping mouth is pressed against Emily’s throat as you arch yourself into her. You can feel Emily kissing your jaw, your cheeks, your temple, then finally your lips.

This is pure bliss, you realize, as she slows her hand and coaxes involuntary jerks out of you by still rubbing slowly at your clit. Emily sweetly shushes and whispers praises into your skin and lips. She rubs your back soothingly and stills her fingers deep inside you, so very content to feel your muscles flutter occasionally around her. She knows how much you enjoy staying physically connected even after your orgasm.

“You did so well, my sweet girl. You were so beautiful moaning my name.” You soaked up her compliments like a sponge as you blushed even more than you thought possible.

For a long few minutes you both stay like that. So content to be intertwined with the other that you almost lost sight of where you were. Your breathing had stabilized and the fine sheen of sweet covering your body had either dried or had been kissed away by Emily’s full, red lips. You pulled away from her reluctantly, still able to feel her unmoving fingers buried inside you. Emily’s face was still only slightly flushed as she smiled at you but her lips were swollen and her dark irises were still no where to be found.

Emily started to very slowly and carefully withdraw her fingers from inside you after gazing down at you first. You nodded, took a deep breath, and relaxed your muscles that had molded around her. She pulled them fully out, immediately brought them to her mouth, and sucked each finger. Your eyes never left her fingers as she diligently cleaned them.

“I need to taste you, Mommy”, you murmured quietly, still watching Emily’s tongue as she now licked her lips. The need suddenly became overwhelming. “Please?”

Emily let out a breathy sigh and shut her eyes briefly as the pleasure of your words washed over her. “We can’t. Not here. They’ve already been privy to too much. We should get out there and at least make an appearance.”

Emily chuckled softly at your horrified look.

“I can’t go out there! And look at them. In the face!”

“Well as nice as this little cozy corner is, we can’t stay here all night. I’ll be right there with you.”

You sighed and took one last grounding inhale of Emily’s skin before lifting your head up and kissing her sweetly. Always taking care of you, she started trying to make you more presentable by pulling the front of your sundress back up, smoothing out the skirt, and running her fingers lovingly through your hair. You closed your eyes at her gentle touches, enjoying being take care of by this beautiful woman.

“Emily?”

“Hmm?”

“Do you know how much I *utterly* adore you?”

Emily smiled wide before leaning in and kissing you lovingly. “You’ll have to remind me when we get home.”

On the other side of Rossi’s backyard, the group waited anxiously for the two of you to step out of the partial shadows of the pergola before letting out a cacophony of overly sexualized moans. All but JJ and Rossi. The later had to be told something was going on over there because he simply couldn’t hear a thing over this “new fangled music”.

You could have died right then and there but Emily wore a goofy, almost proud smile as she playfully swatted your ass as you both made your way to the group.

Emily took a seat on a loveseat closest to Tara, holding out an arm for you as you snuggled into her side, blushing bashfully. She possessively wrapped her arm around your waist, resting her hand on your outer thigh.

“Get it, dude.” Tara said with a straight face, raising a single fist that Emily immediately pounded with her own.

Alex studied your reaction curiously while Garcia was just flat out relieved it was all over.

“Y’all nasty,” Derek said, playfully rolling his eyes and smiling before getting up to get another drink. “Anyone? Y/n? You must be thirsty after… all that.”

You inwardly groaned but the vibration of it reached Emily and she couldn’t help but laugh. You hadn’t been able to make eye contact with anyone but managed to nod your head.

“Yeah, something strong.”

You chanced a look at your longtime friend, Garcia, and smiled briefly before mouthing a silent thank you.

“Wait, what’s nasty? What happened?” Spencer suddenly interjected, looking around between you and Morgan. The group, including you, laughed at his utter lack of social awareness.

| harley prentiss

| criminal minds

| emily x reader

| fluff

| 1963 words

"MAMA" you heard a little voice jump on your bed.

"Hey you" you smiled as you pulled your 3 year old daughter up for a hug.

"Hi mama" she smiled as you brushed her messy morning hair out of her face.

"Why are you up so early missy" you playfully queried.

"Saturday and I'm excited for Michael's birthday party" she shrugged.

"Harley" you chuckled before shifting her in the middle of you and your wife "Michael's birthday isn't until 5 honey, you've got plenty of time" you smiled playing with her hair.

"What time is it now?" she furrowed her eyebrows at the confusion.

"8am sweetheart" you leaned down to give her a kiss on her head, she sat up to see Emily still sleeping on her side, facing away from you both.

"Mommy's lazy" she giggled making you laugh too.

"I think someone should wake her" you whispered giving her an idea.

"MOMMY" Harley shouted at her giggling as Emily fluttered her eyes trying to get up.

"Harls" Emily groaned as you and Harley laughed "did mama tell you to wake me up like this?" Emily tickled your daughter and your heart melted at the sight as your daughter was giggling breathlessly

"Mhmm" she smiled, giggling trying to answer her mother.

"Hey" you playfully chastised "I thought we were a team" you joined Emily in tickling your daughter.

Roars of laughter could be heard from the Prentiss bedroom, you decided to stay in bed a little while longer and get some more sleep.

You woke up around 11am with no Emily or Harley in your bed

"Harls?" you called out "Em?" you replied confused.

You heard Emily shushing Harley from the kitchen and you made your way down there, you watched as Emily was making breakfast and dancing with Harley in her arms at the same time, you quickly snapped a photo and sent it to JJ and Garcia.

You watched in awe for a few minutes before walking up them and placing a kiss on Harley's head.

"Mama" she said excitedly as she wriggled out of Emily's arms.

"Hi Harley" you drawled as you grinned at her.

You wrapped your arms around Emily's back and put your chin on her shoulder "you're making breakfast?" you whispered.

"Mhmm" she replied absentmindedly while focusing on cooking.

"I love you" you pressed a kiss to her back and turned around to pick up Harley.

"I love you too" Emily put the frying pan down to turn around to kiss you.

"I love you three" Harley spoke up making you all three laugh at the same time.

"You are the cutest ever Harley Prentiss you know that" you said as you tapped the end of your nose "cuter than mommy" you whispered.

"Heard that" Emily replied absentmindedly, focusing on her coffee, you and Harley both wore the same shocked expression, putting down her mug, "breakfast time"' You took Harley's hand and sat her down at the table, tucking her chair under and kissing the top of her head when you did it, sitting to the left of her.

"Thank you mommy" Harley smiled with the plastic knife and fork in her hand with a napkin tucked into her Sesame Street pajamas.

"Thank you mommy" you winked at Emily, Emily trying to cover her blush as best as she could whilst serving you and Harley breakfast.

"Alright" Emily sighed as she sat down on the other side of your daughter, on the end of the table "who's hungry?" Emily asked rhetorically.

"Me me me me me me me" Harley grinned as she bounced the knife and fork up and down several times, resulting in a laugh from you and Emily.

"I say get this lady some breakfast" you laughed, Harley nodding which only made you and Emily laugh harder.

After breakfast, Emily bathed Harley while you offered to do the dishes and clean the kitchen, it didn't take long so you got Harley's clothes out for Michael's birthday, you got yours out too, you walked in the bathroom.

"Em? honey what are you wearing to Michael's birthday?" you questioned.

"I'm almost done with Harls, I'll have a look while you get her dry?" she questioned back.

"Sure babe" you leaned down to kiss Emily's head.

"And me mama" Harley grinned wanting a kiss also.

"You too baby" you leaned over Emily, balancing your hands on her shoulders to steady yourself, to kiss Harley's head which made her giggle "I have her clothes set out on the bed" you informed Emily with a whisper, Emily nodded craining her neck to look up at you, as she finished Harley's bath.

"Harley, shoes" you called to her as she was running in her dress and tights around the open planned living room the kitchen.

"Harley, listen to your mother" Emily said sternly.

When she was coming past you by the front door, you grabbed her and picked her up as Emily picked up her shoes and you made your way to the car, Emily picking up Michael's birthday card and present on the way out.

You decided on driving, only deeming it fair as Emily drove to the zoo last week.

"She got them on?" you whispered to Emily, Emily subtly looked back and noticed her shoes still on the seat next to her, she shook her head, you and Emily both let out a sigh.

"Babe, we're almost at JJ's put your shoes on" you coaxed, knowing you still had a while to go you just wanted her to be ready.

Harley nodded her head slightly and started putting them on.

"Good girl Harley" Em praised, earning a grin from Harley, you interlocked your hands and lifted her knuckles to your mouth to kiss them.

"I love you" you sighed.

"I love you too" Emily whispered.

"I love you three" Harley shouted at the back, earning both smirks and giggles from you and Emily.

☆

"Hey, you guys made it" JJ smiled as she hugged you and Emily "look at you Harley" JJ praised as Harley twirled and showed off her new dress to auntie JJ.

"Harley" Michael appeared behind JJ, Harley giving the card and the present to him instead of JJ "thank you" they both hugged, making you and JJ smile, Emily was quick to capture a photo.

"Cute picture of you and Harley earlier Em" JJ winked at you, making you smirk, Emily furrowed her eyebrows in confusion turning to you to offer an explanation.

"I saw you and Harley dancing in the kitchen and I sent a picture to JJ" you grinned, showing your new lockscreen to Emily, you then pulled Emily in by her waist to kiss her "sorry babe"

"You're forgiven" Emily nodded as soon as she kissed you, humming contently, you hurried Harley out of the hallway and into the living room where Jack, Henry, and Hank were already.

"It's nice having a girl here" Savanah sighed.

"Sav" you turned around to hug Savanah, you hadn't seen her in a while, begging Derek to bring her to girls nights, but because she works in a hospital it was hard to get off at the same time.

"Hey Y/N, Emily" she greeted as she hugged you, you turned back around to see your daughter with Spencer and JJ on the floor with the other kids.

"I'm gonna get a drink" Emily spoke as you felt a gentle hand graze your back, leaving quickly just as fast as it appeared.

"Mhmm" you nodded "get me one too" you smiled and pouted a little, knowing that that it was it took to work every time.

"Sure honey" Emily smiled.

You watched as Emily made her way around the kitchen, making her way around the kitchen to get a drink "she's so beautiful" Savannah nodded to your baby.

"She is" you smiled at her, not turning your focus away from Harley who was passing toy shaped blocks to JJ "she looks so much like Emily, they're everything to me" you sighed contently, Savannah laughed slightly in agreement.

"Oh hey" you noticed Emily coming back with two glasses of wine in her hand "thank you babe" you smiled as you kissed her cheek.

"Mama" Harley smiled as she came running over to you.

"Hey baby" you smiled as you handed Savannah your glass for you to pick up your 3 year old "what's gotten you so excited?" you smiled as Harley threw her head back as you tickled her.

"JJ" she giggled loudly.

"You love JJ huh" you smiled at her and then at Emily, Emily smiling back at you.

"Mhmm" Harley agreed defiantly.

"Can we have Auntie JJ sleepover next weekend?" she asked with a widened expression.

"If it's okay with JJ?" you raised an eyebrow to JJ who nodded "only if she brings the boys?" JJ silently thanked you by her shoulders relaxing, which made you laugh.

Harley pretended to think about it while stamping a finger to her chin and furrowing her eyebrows "that's okay with me" she smiled as JJ walked over

"Well, I'd say it better had been because otherwise I don't know what I'd do without my boys" JJ laughed as she took Harley from your hands, taking her into the room with the other children.

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You were driving home after a night full of cake, presents, and some karaoke, it was a perfect ending to a perfect party, you finally were in the car around 9pm, you drove home because you didn't drink, you handed the glass of wine Emily gave you to Savannah and then you decided on becoming the designated driver.

"Is she sleeping?" you asked Emily softly, Emily craning her neck to check.

"Out cold" Emily nodded, laughing at how easily your daughter was able to sleep.

"She's just like you, you know?" you inquired, Emily furrowed her eyebrows "yeah so you both snore and sleep talk, it takes you both under five minutes to go to sleep, i'm your favourite person ever blah blah blah" you grinned, Emily returning a similar one.

"Come on" Emily groaned as she lifted Harley out of her car seat, you taking the car seat in behind her.

Harley stirred a little in her sleep whilst waking up the steps to your house but Emily cooed her and rocked her back to sleep.

Emily unlocked the door and you both made it upstairs to Harley's room, you managed to get her changed without waking her, you both took turns to kiss her goodnight.

You and Emily both stood there at Harley's doorframe, watching her sleep, Emily placed an arm around you whilst you hugged her waist, both of you focusing on her.

"I was telling Sav earlier she looks and reminds me so much of you Em" you looked up her.

"You think she looks like me?" she smiled, you bit your lip, smiled and nodded "I do, yeah, everything she does it just reminds me of you, usually she does things that you would do, I love it Em, I love having a mini us running around"

"I love you so much babe" Emily kissed your lips.

"I love you too" you smiled "come on let's go to bed, I'm tired" you tried your to stifle back a yawn but you couldn't, Emily laughed at you slightly.

She nodded in agreement "let's go"

You got changes and got into bed, you curled up next to Emily, her arm under you and her other arm on top of your waist, both of your favourite sleeping positions.

"Goodnight" you sat up enough to kiss her arm that you were leaning on "I love you"

"Goodnight I love you so much" Emily smiled.