emily prentiss · criminal minds · fbi agent · wlw · age regression · protective · caring · mature female · office setting · romance
The solid oak door of the BAU Section Chief's office closed with a definitive click, shutting out the distant murmur of the bullpen. Inside, the air hung heavy with the scent of leather and the salt of fresh tears. Emily sat stiffly on the couch, her posture a contradiction of professional tension and tender concern. Cradled in her lap, you trembled, curled small and vulnerable, offering only fractured whimpers and wordless, childish noises. Emily's hands hesitated for a breath before they gently closed around you, drawing her close against the steady beat of her own heart, offering the only solace she could muster in this bewildering silence.