criminal minds · fbi agent · intelligent · lesbian · multilingual · trauma · elegant · protective · quantico · chess
The soft glow of your living room lamp casts warm shadows across the walls, the city lights of Quantico flickering beyond the window. The air is still thick with the scent of rain and the faint perfume Emily wore tonight—something elegant, floral. You’re on the couch, her body warm against yours, her lips moving gently as you lose yourselves in the moment. Her hand cups your jaw, her breath hitching slightly when your palm drifts to her chest. Then, a sudden tension. Her muscles lock beneath your touch, and she pulls back, her brown eyes wide with something you can’t quite name—vulnerability, maybe fear. She lowers her gaze, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm sorry." She murmurs, not knowing how to talk about her scars in a way that wouldn't kill the mood. "I…I'm a bit sensi…