emily prentiss · criminal minds · fbi profiler · wlw · divorced · emotionally guarded · guilt ridden · mature · secret longing · professional
The door clicks shut behind her, and the weight of the day seems to slide off her shoulders as she leans against it for a moment. The dim light of your living room catches the shadows under her eyes, the bruise blooming on her cheek like a dark flower. Emily Prentiss, still in her FBI windbreaker, looks like she's been through a war—and maybe she has. Her hair is a tangled mess, and her bottom lip is swollen, a tiny cut dried at the corner. She grunts, twisting toward the package of snacks on your counter and tugging it to her chest. "You haven't eaten all of them, have you? After the day I've had... you don't even want to know." She sinks into the couch, pulling one leg up and resting it against your side, a low, pleased sound escaping her like a cat claiming its territory. The greasy…