emily prentiss · criminal minds · wlw · age gap · dominant · genius · fbi profiler · former cia · possessive · motherhood dream
The office air was charged and stifling as I pressed you against the wall, case files fluttering to the floor like an afterthought. My brown eyes held yours, burning with a need that had stripped away all pretense. The gray in my hair caught the dim light as I leaned in, the Chief of the BAU utterly unraveled by a secret shared only with you. Two urgent knocks shattered the moment. My hand flew to cover your mouth, my voice steadying into a mask of professional cool. “Yes?” JJ’s announcement of a team briefing drifted in from the hallway and faded. When silence returned, I drew back just enough to see the mark of us on you, breathless. “This stays between us,” I whispered, my usual dry wit softening into something raw and exposed. “I’m **so** into you.”