You and Emily had been working tirelessly the past few months, barely getting any personal time. Each case dragged into the next, the stretch of time hazy as many nights were spent sleepless. The bureau has had a spike in cases this year, putting everyone on the team on constant work. The only comfort you were able to get through long hours, was knowing you’d go home with Emily.
The sun’s rays fanned almost perfectly on your face, as if to purposely wake you up. Your face contorts as you react to the sudden light, groaning and turning around to wrap an arm around Emily’s torso. Her body reacts to the sudden movement as she mumbles something incoherent. She shifts to press herself closer. Even in sleep, her instinct is to be close to you. You feel the sun’s rays bleeding through the covers, warm on your back. The brightness is too distracting and you could not fall back to sleep, no matter how much you wanted to. You groan and sit up, rubbing your eyes and yawning as Emily’s arm wraps around your waist, trying to get you to lay back down.
“Why are you up?” she mumbles, her voice raspy with sleep.
“Damn sun. It’s too bright,” you tell her, moving a piece of hair from her face.
“Nonsense.” Emily uses what little strength she had to pull you back to her. She immediately wraps an arm around you, getting as close as she physically can. You shake your head and kiss her forehead, amused by her clinginess. Emily is warm against you, her warmth bleeding through to your own skin. You try to sit back up again and her arm wraps tighter.
“Em-uh-lee," you accentuate every syllable in her name, rolling your eyes as you try and remove her hand. “It’s almost eleven in the morning, my love.”
“Ugh, so what? Stay.” her eyes were open, a pleading look shone through them. You sigh and kiss her forehead before getting up to go to the bathroom. Emily rolls her eyes and turns around. “Are you at least coming back?” she calls from the bed. You leave the bathroom and rub her shoulder affectionately.
“I’m afraid not. I have to make us breakfast. Wouldn’t want us working a case on an empty stomach,” you say to her and she groans. You shake your head and make your way to the kitchen, opening cabinets and taking out the necessary ingredients. While the stove is burning, Emily walks into the kitchen, a sleepy drag in her steps. She takes a seat on the stools that sit on the opposite end of the kitchen island, putting her head down on her arms. You hand her coffee, made just the way she likes it. Emily picks her head up as she smells the coffee, giving you a sleepy smile before taking a long sip.
“I needed that,” she yawns, taking another sip. “No call from Hotch yet?”
I shake my head, “Don’t jinx it.”
“Absolutely not. This is the longest I’ve seen you in the mornings without mentioning any case,” her face twists into a warm smile. You nod as you carefully plate her breakfast. Emily’s face lights up when she sees the food, her eyes darting up to yours. “I am one lucky woman.”
“I’ll say,” you laugh and take a seat next to her, handing Emily her breakfast. You two eat in silence, taking glances at each other as if you were in high school. Emily’s cat, Sergio, walks in and rubs his body affectionately against your legs. After a couple minutes, you both finish eating. You get up to take the plates to the sink, quickly washing them when you realize those are the only dishes in the sink. As you’re washing the dishes, you feel a pair of arms encircle your waist and squeeze. Emily pressed a soft kiss to the place where your neck met your jaw. You instinctively smile and turn your head to get a better look at her. Emily refuses to let go and you wash the rest of the dishes with her head resting on your shoulder. Finally, you finish and dry off your hands, turning around to meet Emily’s gaze. Her gaze drops to your lips before meeting your eyes, her hands resting at your hip. You bite you lip, and with that action it’s as though a match is struck within the depth of Emily’s eyes, her eyes burning through yours. She inches herself closer, as close as she can get without kissing you. Emily looks down at your lips and back up to your eyes, moving her hands from your hip to your neck as she closes whatever little distance was between you two.
Her lips move vigorously on yours, her hands tangling in your hair to bring you even closer. Your hands remain at her waist, occasionally roaming over to press the dip in her lower back Emily pulls away to catch her breath, her gaze never leaving your lips. You lean in to kiss her again, her hands everywhere. Your phone rings all of a sudden, pulling you apart. Emily groans as you answer bundles of “yes sirs,” into the phone. Her forehead rests on your shoulder the entire time until you hang up.
“Come on, we’ve got a case,” you tell her, Emily’s arm wrapped around your waist. “Let’s go.”
Emily groans as you walk back to the room, fishing out clothes from your closet. She rolls her eyes and grabs a random shirt and dress pants, not bothering to look away when you change. You’re buttoning up your shirt when Emily walks behind you, her arms at your waist again. Her head rests on your shoulder as her hands travel up your shirt.
“Emily…” you say in a scolding tone, turning to meet her gaze. She says nothing, her hands resting on your hip, tracing patterns at the skin just above the waistband of your pants. You raise an eyebrow at her, biting back a smile. Emily pulls you even closer, her lips grazing your jaw. You sigh as her hands travel to your neck, pulling your face to hers in a searing kiss. She kissed and kissed you, her hands holding your hips in place. She lets out a breathy sigh. You swing your arms around her neck and kissed her back, pulling away after awhile. Emily’s mouth hangs open as she groans.
“My love…it’s damn near noon.” you tell her, stroking her arm softly. She sighs and moves a piece of hair out of her face, taking a slight step back.
“Guess we’re gonna have to keep our hands to ourselves then, huh?” Emily raises an eyebrow, taking a step closer and wrapping her arms around your waist. Her hold on your waist is tight, as if she wants you as close as physically possible.
“You know, I love how you literally just said we need to keep our hands to ourselves and then the first thing you do after that is put your hands on me,” you shake your head, amused at her own contradiction.
“Well…I’m not exactly known for resisting.” Emily laughs into the crook of her neck, her grip on your waist tightening. She presses soft kisses to whatever skin she finds.
“No, you’re not.” your face breaks into a smile as Emily picks her head up to look at you.
“Hey!” she nudges you before pulling you impossibly close. You rest your hands on her shoulders, sliding them up to her neck as you press your mouth to hers. Emily immediately melts into you, her hands gripping at your waist. Her brain is hazy, and any sentence she tries to form immediately dissipates into a breathy whimper. You pull away to catch your breath, your mind set on stepping away from her to pursue work. The moment your gaze lands on hers and you see that pleading look in her eyes, you were gone. Your lips were on hers again, her hands roaming your body.
“We really need to get better at not doing this the moment we have to leave for work,” you chuckle, barely getting the sentence out before Emily kisses you again. Emily doesn’t say anything, her brain registering absolutely nothing except the feel of your lips on hers. She backs you into a wall, her knee nudging between your legs as her body presses up against yours.
“Please…” her words come out whiney, in a breathless soft tone that makes you dizzy. It’s taking absolutely everything in you to remain rational, especially as her hands dip into your shirt, smoothing over your skin. Her fingers move to the buttons of your shirt, her lips never leaving you.
“Fucking Christ, Emily.” you mutter a curse and let out a moan when Emily’s teeth graze your neck. You shake your head and sigh. “We need to go. Hotch is going to kill us both, Emily.”
She groans, the sound low in her throat. “Ugh…I hate this. How the hell am I supposed to act right now?”
“ You’re asking me? After you did all that? After you literally backed me up into the wall?” you sigh, the ghost of a smile lingering on your lips. “Jesus, Emily, you're going to be the death of me.”
Emily’s face contorts into a smile, laughing slightly. “Hey…you’re not supposed to call me out on my shit, baby.”
“And you’re not supposed to try and take off my shirt right now, my love.” you tell her and she groans.
“Yeah yeah yeah, whatever.” Emily rolls her eyes, her hands slide under your shirt again, tracing your sides. Her touch is feather soft, but still enough to cloud your brain. You bite your lip and let out a breathy moan, meeting her gaze and she shakes her head. “You’re not exactly helping.”
“You’re the one with your hands in my shirt!” you tell her and she lets out a small laugh.
“Mmm, you say that like it's a bad thing,” Emily’s eyes rake over your body, her hands tracing mindless shapes on your skin. Her hand pushes at your shirt to expose your bare skin, her mind hazy with need. You let out a noisy gasp, Emily’s brain short circuiting as she pulls you closer. “You seriously aren’t helping…”
“You’re insufferable.” you tell her. Emily’s hands are still under your shirt, trailing up to run over your stomach and lingering at your lower back. Each touch of your skin makes her impossibly desperate, her voice is low and whiney.
“You love me.” she mumbles, her lips trailing your neck. Her lips find yours yet again, her fingers digging into your waist. She moans into your mouth, the sound low and muffled as you kissed her. You couldn’t help but glance at the clock, pulling away from Emily as you see the time.
“ Emily… ”
Her eyes lock onto yours, occasionally darting at your lips every now and then. Her breath is ragged, and the look in her eyes should be criminal. Emily’s mind is clouded, need consuming her whole. Her hand roams freely beneath your shirt, she can’t stop. Emily’s hand brushes over your hip, her thumb grazing the sensitive skin just above it. She has you pressed against the wall, her knee between your legs. Her breath is hot against your neck, her face impossibly close.
“Yes..?” she breathes out, her lips moving against yours as she kissed you. You pull away, biting your lip. You hold her face in your hands, your thumb rubbing her cheek.
“We need to go. Like now .” you tell her, watching as Emily presses her lips into a thin line, her dimple more pronounced. She rolls her eyes and groans as she removes her hands from your body. You give her a reassuring smile, buttoning your shirt in the same manner Emily had undone it minutes prior.
“We’ll continue when we get back,” you say to her, a reassuring tone in your voice. Emily grabs her credentials, fixing her gun into the holster on her belt.
“Yeah, I’ll hold you to that.” she smiles, nudging your arm as she walks. You hear your phone ring, glancing up at Emily when you realize who it is. Hotch’s name flashes on the screen, and you both immediately rush out the door as fast as possible.