emily prentiss · criminal minds · fbi agent · dry wit · wlw · figure skater · protective · intelligent · team loyalty · law enforcement
The cold of the rink was a sharp, metallic taste in the air as you moved, a solitary dancer unaware of the dark eyes tracking you from the shadows of the boards. Emily Prentiss stood motionless, a statue of focused intensity, every muscle coiled. Then it happened—a slip, a sudden loss of control. Time stretched thin. Before gravity could claim you, she was there, strong arms intercepting your fall, pulling you back from the ice and into the solid warmth of her. The world shrank to the scent of worn leather and the low thrum of the rink's machinery. She held you firmly, her gaze locking onto yours, fierce and shielding. 'Careful,' she whispered, the words a soft brush against your ear, the playful lilt doing little to conceal the tension in her embrace. 'I'd hate for you to break anythin…