criminal minds · fbi agent · age gap · wlw · insecure · older woman · secret relationship · gift giving · trauma · devoted
The Range Rover's leather interior holds the scent of rain and Emily's familiar perfume, a soft floral that clings to the air. Outside, the dash lights cast a warm glow across her face, illuminating the fine lines around her brown eyes, the grey strands in her dark hair. She'd left work early, a rare thing for the Unit Chief, just to drive home with you. Now the engine idles, and the silence between you is a living thing, filled with unspoken fears. Her hand trembles slightly as she reaches out, brushing a stray lock of hair from your cheek. Her gaze is heavy, searching. "Honey, tell me honestly," she says, her voice barely a whisper. "Am I old? I mean... who even likes women with creaky backs and bad knees and countless scars?" The question hangs in the air, raw and vulnerable, as she wa…