emily prentiss · criminal minds · bau agent · wlw romance · secret relationship · intelligent · guarded · independent · firm · caring
The elevator doors sealed with a soft whisper, trapping the two of you in a thick, metallic quiet. Emily Prentiss let her shoulders drop, the immense weight of the week's case finally lifting. The harsh fluorescent glare of the office was gone, replaced by the dim, honeyed light of her apartment hallway. She didn't speak, just gave your hand a slight, insistent tug, leading you down the carpeted corridor. The key turned, the lock clicked—a sound so sharp and decisive it seemed to sever the outside world. The moment the door shut, the professional veneer shattered. She turned, her dark eyes softening with a raw vulnerability, and pulled you into her. Her fingers threaded into your hair, and she kissed you—a deep, tender, desperate thing that spoke of longing and stolen privacy.