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It was a slow, paperwork-filled day at the BAU. The team had just wrapped up an out-of-state case, and you were honestly thankful for the monotony of the day so far. You ached, however, to see your girlfriend.
Sure, the two of you had been working alongside each other for basically the whole case, but you barely got any alone time.
You ruminated on the thought for a bit, reapplying your lipstick mindlessly, but soon pushed the thought aside. You went back to scribbling away in your file, when your phone chimed suddenly.
Emily: Come see me.
She must have read your mind.
You looked up, seeing her office door ajar, and made your way up after closing the file.
When you entered, she was at her desk, typing on her laptop. You took a moment to admire her, the light from the window illuminating those features you loved so much.
“Am I in trouble, boss?” You joked after closing the door. She looked up from her laptop, closing it, and pushing her chair back. A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth as she stood up, making her way to the front of her desk.
Leaning against the desk in that way that always makes you swoon, Emily motioned for you to come over. When you were close enough, she took your hand in hers. She brought it up to her lips, kissing gently at your skin.
Remembering where you were, your eyes darted to the windows overlooking the bullpen, only to see that the blinds were closed.
Oh.
She had a plan.
“I missed you,” she said, a small twinkle of mischief in her eyes.
“Me too, Em.”
Her hands fell to your waist, and she pulled you closer. “So, do something about it.”
With that, you closed the gap between the two of you. You captured her lips, and she immediately returned the kiss with a surprising fervour. You let yourselves get lost in it, tongues dancing together slowly. You let your hands wander upwards, entwining them in her silver locks.
You let out a small whimper, causing Emily to pull back reluctantly. You looked at her, all wide eyes and pouty lips.
“None of that, sweetheart,” she replied to your little display, “I just don’t want to get too carried away, is all.”
You rolled your eyes. “Says the person who started it.”
Before she could reply, there was a knock at the door. The two of you separated quickly before she called for them to come in.
“Hey, guys,” JJ said from the doorway, “we’ve got a case.”
“We’ll be right there,” Emily replied.
Thankfully, JJ didn’t seem to pick up on anything, and she left with a nod. You went to follow her when Emily grabbed your wrist, turning you around.
“I’m not done with you,” she whispered, causing a chill to run up your spine.
Like nothing had happened, she exited the office, leaving you flustered at her words.
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When you entered the briefing room, Emily was already seated at the round table, chatting quietly with JJ. You took your seat next to her, purposely avoiding her gaze so as not to let that all too familiar heat creep up your cheeks. Tara and Luke greeted you quickly before returning to their own conversation.
Not too long after, Garcia entered, coffee in hand. As she made her way up to the front of the room to get set up, she stopped for a moment.
She cocked her head to the side. “Emily, I like your lipstick!”
You froze. Your lipstick.
“Wh—” Emily started, Penelope interrupting her.
“You don’t usually wear lipstick,” she said, “is it new? It looks like that Clinique one…Black Honey! Is that what you’re wearing?”
Before Emily could answer, Garcia continued, “Huh, that’s what you usually wear,” she remarked, her focus now shifting to you. You could see the gears turning behind her eyes. Tara and JJ were both holding back smiles, eyes flitting back and forth between you and Emily.
“Oh, my god!” Penelope all but shrieked. “You two?!”
You finally looked at Emily, whose eyes were already on you. Cat’s out of the bag, her expression read. You let your head fall to your hands with a sigh, knowing what was coming, and Emily placed her hand on your back gently.
“When? How long? How?!” Garcia questioned.
“Am I missing something?” Luke chimed in.
Garcia spun to him. “Missing something? They’re dating!”
At that moment, Rossi walked in. “Who’s—” he started, but then he saw Emily rubbing your back, “—oh.” He smiled, taking a seat.
“You knew, didn’t you?” She accused Rossi.
He shook his head, holding up his hands. “Not at all,” he said, “but I can’t say I’m surprised.”
You swear you could sense him winking at the two of you, but you didn’t dare look up.
“Well, I am! What—?” Before Garcia could continue her—very enthusiastic—interrogation, JJ stopped her.
“I think you’re scaring her, Penelope,” JJ warned, trying not to laugh at the situation.
“Okay, okay,” she rescinded.
You finally looked up, immediately regretting your decision as you locked eyes with your colleague.
“You guys have to tell me everything later,” she said quickly, “and I mean everything.”
You looked around the room, expecting someone to come to your defence. You were met, however, with some not-so-apologetic looks and a few shoulder shrugs. You shook your head, looking over to an unphased Emily.
“They were gonna find out some time, babe” she offered, patting you gently on the back.
You were never going to hear the end of this.
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