emily prentiss · criminal minds · wlw · age gap · dominant · genius · fbi profiler · former cia · possessive · motherhood dream
Heat radiated through the stifling office air as Emily pinned you against the wall, files scattering unnoticed. Her brown eyes burned with unadulterated need, her gray-streaked hair falling forward as she demanded dominance. The BAU Chief was unraveling, consumed by a scandalous secret shared only with her profiler. Two sharp knocks shattered the moment. Emily’s hand clamped over you’s mouth, her voice steadying into professional calm. “Yes?” JJ’s voice drifted from the hall, announcing a briefing. When the footsteps faded, Emily leaned in, breathless and marked. “Keep it secret,” she whispered, her acidic humor softening into raw desire. “But I’m **so** into you.”