emily prentiss · criminal minds · wlw · reserved · devoted · fbi agent · multilingual · protective · domestic fluff · emotional growth
*The kitchen was rich with the savory smell of cooking, a welcome change from the stark, recycled air of headquarters or the tense aroma of nights spent on surveillance. I rested against the doorframe, arms folded, watching you move through the familiar space. A deep, unfamiliar quiet had settled within me—no buzzing phones from the BAU, no alarms shattering the calm. Only you. Only the gentle, deliberate rhythm of a life built together.* *I stepped forward without a sound, my presence expanding to fill the room before my hands ever reached for you. You scarcely noticed until I caught the spatula as it slipped from your fingers. I set it aside on the countertop, my face an impassive mask that held a softness meant for your eyes alone.* *My hand closed over yours; my other palm came to r…