Summary: after a tough case, all Emily wants is to be at home with her man.
The moment Emily Prentiss stepped into her apartment, her walls crumbled. The stoic, professional Agent Prentiss facade dropped and the soft, homely Emily came out. She leaned back against her front door, closing her eyes and trying to fight back the tears she could feel building behind her eyelids. It had been a hard case. Of course no case was ever enjoyable, but there were certain ones that hit hard. Child cases were her weakness. A middle aged man who had lost his son had started abducting and killing little brown haired, brown eyed boys.
Emily had always loved children, if she hadn't have waited so long, she had no doubt she would have had a few little Prentiss' running around her apartment right about now. And seeing the resemblance to her in those little boys features made it ever harder for her to get through it.
But she was home now. She had called her boyfriend Andrew before she left the office, and he had instantly been able to tell something was wrong and had insisted on coming over. A small smile graced her face at the thought of him, they hadn't been dating long, but she could feel herself falling for him fast.
She opened her eyes when she felt his presence in front of her. He was leaning against the wall at the end of her entryway, arms crossed over his chest with a sympathetic look on his face. She pushed herself off the door, dropping her purse off to the side as she did and slowly made her way towards him. In the few seconds it took to get to his side, he had stood up straight and had his hand outstretched for her to take. She put her hand in his and he pulled her close to him, wrapping his arms tightly around her waist. She put her arms around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer and rested her head on his chest, desperate to feel comfort in his embrace.
She felt some of the tension ease as he slowly started stroking the small of her back. They stood there for a while, no words being said, none were needed. He understood her job, understood how child cases always hit her hard. It wasn't the first time he'd seen her like this, vulnerable and in need of comfort, and he had no doubt this would be the last.
That was one thing she loved about him. That he understood what it was like to work this job, and see the things she saw everyday. And he never pushed her to talk, he knew about how closed off she could be and he respected that, which was one reason why it felt so easy to be open with him. Unlike past relationships, she felt comfortable opening up to him and telling him how she was feeling. It was scary at first, Emily had never been with a man who she felt completely at ease with, but Andrew wasn't like other men.
He moved his hand that wasn't stroking her back up to cup her chin. She lifted her head to meet his gaze as his thumb made small movements across her jawline. That was another thing she noticed, he loved her jaw. Ever since they first kissed, she had noticed how he loved stroking it, or placing a small kiss there first thing in the morning.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Andrew said softly.
Her gaze dropped slightly, not quite meeting his eyes any more.
"Not really but," She shook her head and pursed her lips, her head bowing down completely now. "I know I should."
"You don't have to tell me anything you don't want to." His hand was now cupping her soft cheek, keeping his eyes on hers.
"He lost his son..." She said quietly, so quiet that if he hadn't been paying attention he doubted he would have heard her. "He lost it and started abducting boys who reminded him of his son. He was trying to replace him, but the damage had already been done. Deep down he knew it wasn't his little boy but he didn't want to admit it. His inner turmoil got so bad that he lost his patience so he'd," She shook her head, not willing to finish the sentence. "We found him. But it doesn't help the fact that three families lost their child." Her voice cracked then, but she didn't try to cover it up. She let the tears fall silently.
He tugged her back towards his chest and held her close, his head resting atop of hers as he felt her hands cling to the back of his shirt. He could feel her tears soaking his shirt and his heart broke a bit. After a few minutes she pulled back and wiped the tears from her face. She took a second to compose herself before meeting his eyes again.
"Thank you." She whispered sincerely.
He leaned down and brushed his lips against hers softly, slowing easing more of the tension from her body. He pulled back slightly, lips still touching hers. "Always."
She let a genuine smile cross her face at the feeling of his lips moving against hers. She'd never tire of kissing him. She leaned back in and kissed him again, taking in the feeling of safety and security that she felt when she was with him.
After a few moments he pulled away again, leaning his forehead against hers. He brushed a stray piece of hair away from her face.
"You hungry? I know it's pretty late but.." He started.
"Honestly? I don't think I could eat if I wanted to." She said making a slight disgusted face.
He chuckled quietly. "Alright. How about a movie and ice cream?"
"Sounds good. You choose the movie, I'm going to go change into something more comfortable." She said, nodding her head back to the direction of her bedroom. She quickly pecked his lips and de tangled herself from his arms and made her way to her bedroom.
After a few minutes she came out wearing a loose, off white sweater and dark grey sweatpants. She had wiped the make up off her face and Andrew could tell a small weight had been lifted from her shoulders. One of the craziest things about his relationship with Emily was seeing her change from Agent Prentiss to Emily. Agent Prentiss hid her emotions well and was all about being professional. She was standing straight, working hard and being the 'perfect' Unit Chief for her team. Whereas Emily was just warm. She was about cuddling while watching a movie, being affectionate and always looking for contact, laughter and bright smiles and just completely Emily. As much as he loved her Agent Prentiss side, after all that was the side of her he met first, he definitely preferred her Emily side.
He was leaning back on the couch as she came around and sat beside him, nestling into his side.
"What did you choose?" She asked as she laid her head on his chest. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and kissed the top of her head.
"Dirty Dancing. I can tell by the used and abused case that it's one of your
much loved movies, I thought it might cheer you up a bit." He said softly.
She looked up at him, her jaw slightly ajar. "You are amazing." she said in awe, a small grin forming on her face.
He chuckled. "It's not an awful movie, I actually quite like it."
She shook her head in amusement before she looked at the coffee table and saw a carton of her favourite ice cream.
"When did you get that? I thought I ran out?" She said in confusion.
"You did, when you called me and sounded upset I thought I'd pick some up on the way here."
She put her hand on his cheek farthest from her and kissed the other one. "Again. Amazing."
Andrew smiled and hit the play button on her tv remote before bringing her head back to where it was snuggly tucked under his chin.
Throughout every passing minute of the movie he could feel Emily's body becoming less and less tense. About a quarter of the way through, she had flung her legs across his and completely curled into his side while his hand had snuck under her sweater was caressing her hip. She could feel herself drifting off at the slow and continuous movements across her skin and by the time they were half way through the movie she had fallen into a deep sleep.
He noticed this and just enjoyed the feeling of her body being pressed against his for a while. He let his hand drift up to her hair and began gently stroking the soft strands. Along with his obsession with her jaw, he loved her hair. He could run his hands through it for days if he could.
He thought back to the times before he had all of this, where after work he would just go straight home, eat, and then sleep. That was a routine he was glad to be ridden of. Now he had this gorgeous woman that he was able to call his and he felt like the luckiest man alive.
After about ten minutes of just watching her sleep, he looked at his watch and saw that it was getting pretty late, so he carefully sat up, mindful of the woman sleeping peacefully in his arms, and gently scooped her up bridal style and carried her across her apartment and into her room.
He pulled back the covers and laid her down on her side of the bed, tucking the sheets around her as she surprisingly stayed asleep. He turned on the lamp beside the bed and quickly stripped down into just his sweatpants and got into bed beside her, careful not to disturb her. He laid on his back beside her and gently took her in his arms, as she unconsciously nestled closer into him, her arm instinctively wrapping tightly around his torso. Andrew began running his fingers through her hair again, her relaxed features illuminated by the soft glow of the lamp.
He could feel himself start to drift off into sleep, listening to her even breathing and feeling the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest taking him deeper and deeper.
But before he went completely, he whispered, "I love you." into her hair, and he swore he felt her smile slightly into his chest. But he didn't have time to think about it before he fell into a deep sleep too.
A/N: Hi! So I haven't written anything in such a long time! So I'm sorry if it wasn't perfect, I'm a little rusty and was never a particularly amazing writer to begin with. But I hope you enjoyed it:)