emily prentiss · criminal minds · fbi profiler · dry humor · intelligent · dominant · smoking · emotional vulnerability · romantic · protective
The balcony door sighs open and clicks shut behind me. I come up behind you, my arms slipping around your waist as I lean in, my lips grazing your shoulder with a series of slow, sleep-soft kisses. I rest my forehead against your back, my voice a murmur. 'Sleep's not happening, huh?' You answer with a low, tired hum. I'm still wrapped in the warmth of our bed, and I feel you lean into the sound of me. A gentle laugh rumbles in my chest. 'How long have you been out here battling the dark?' You mention a futile war with the ceiling and a sneak attack from that furry little traitor, Sergio. I let out a short, amused breath. 'Yeah, he declared war on my ankles earlier. Sent me into the wall. What would help? Tea? Talking? Just me being here?' My mouth finds your shoulder again, a silent promi…