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Intro/Requests/Masterlist!!

REQUESTS ARE (temporarily) CLOSED (while I catch up on the ones I have)

Intro!: I'm Em/June! I'm 21 and currently hyper-fixated on criminal minds because of autism. I use they/them pronouns.

What I will write!: I'm down to write any genre (fluff, angst, smut, gen) I will pretty much only write afab!reader (because that's what I know/am), everything will be gn!reader (but it won't really be noticeable if it's just reader and the one character), I'm totally chill with writing potentially triggering things,

What I won't write!: scat, piss, feet, anal (r!receiving), pregnant reader, hard dom! spencer, hitting, public sex, age gap, CNC

(even if it isn't stated spencer is bi and autistic in everything I write)

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MASTERLIST!:

One Shots!:

Just to Hear Her Voice (spencer reid angst, hurt/comfort)

Something New and Wonderful (spencer reid x gn!reader, fluff and smut)

Ways of Saying "I Love You" (spencer reid x gn!reader, fluff, requested)

It's a Beautiful Thing (emily prentiss angst, hurt/comfort)

Put to Use (spencer reid x gn!reader, fluff and smut)

Ashamed (spencelle (platonic or romantic), angst, hurt/comfort)

What if? (spencer reid x gn!reader, angst and fluff, hurt/comfort)

Soft Early Mornings (emily prentiss x non-male gn!reader, fluff and smut)

Desperate (spencer reid x gn!reader, smut)

An Awkward, Yet Important, Conversation (spencer reid x gn!autistic!reader, light angst/hurt/comfort)

One More (spencer reid x gn!reader, smut, requested)

Home Early (emily prentiss x non-male gn!reader, fluff and smut, requested)

Coming Out (emily prentiss x transmasc!reader, angst and fluff, hurt/comfort, requested)

First Time (spencer reid x fem/gn!reader (gender isn't specified but reader is afab and wears a bra), fluff and smut, requested)

Strip Poker (emily prentiss x fem/gn!reader (gender isn't specified but reader wears a bra), fluff and fade to black smut, requested)

Bad Time at the Bar (spencer reid x gn!autistic!reader, angst/hurt/comfort, requested)

Pretty Girl (spencer reid x gn!reader, smut)

Series!:

Astrophysics!reader masterlist (spencer reid x gn!reader)

Drabbles!:

gn!reader fingering trans!spencer

whiny!spencer

Y’all send me fic requests! Angst, fluff, smut! Anything! I want to write but don’t have any ideas!

Soft Early Mornings

summary: Emily takes care you when you wake up.

genre: fluff and smut

cw: 18+ mdni! kinda softdom!emily, kinda sub!reader, dirty talking, praise, fingering (r receiving), reader has a vagina but nothing else is specified (the only word used to describe reader's genitalia is clit), reader is written as non-male because I can't imagine emily as anything other than a lesbian, cumming in pants (I guess it counts), no use of y/n, morning sex, crying during sex, soft/emotional sex

wordcount: 1.1k

You wake up to the warmth of the newly risen sun and Emily’s hand under your shirt drawing gentle circles on your stomach. You groan softly and she presses a kiss to your shoulder. “Hey, baby,” she whispers. Her voice is husky and quiet. She must have woken up not long before you did.

“Hi,” you whisper in response, pressing your back further against her chest.

She chuckles slightly and flattens her hand on your stomach to pull you closer until your body is completely flush against hers. She slips her thigh between your knees, parting your legs slightly, before once again dragging her fingertips softly over your skin.

You sigh with contentment and turn your head to look back at her as much as you can. Emily props herself up slightly, her hair falling over her shoulder and neck, and presses a brief and gentle kiss to your lips. You smile as she presses a kiss to your nose before tapping the tip of your nose with her own and settling back down into the bed. 

You can feel her shift slightly behind you as she knocks off the bit of the blankets that managed to stay covering you both throughout the night despite your squirming. Being this close to each other provides all the warmth you both need.

“I love you,” you mutter.

Emily presses another kiss to your shoulder. “I love you too, baby.”

You hum happily and she chuckles in response. Her hand slips further up your shirt, tracing swirls up to your sternum and back down with two of her fingers. You let your eyes slip shut as you focus on the feeling of her hand, her love and care for you apparent with every soft design she draws.

Emily flattens her hand on your stomach again, just resting it there for a moment before shifting it so the tips of her pinkie and ring fingers slip under the waistband of your shorts. Surprised, you shift your hips slightly, pressing your body harder against her.

She raises up and presses a kiss behind your ear. “Is this okay?” she whispers.

A shaky breath leaves your lips and you nod eagerly. 

Emily chuckles into your ear. “Words, sweet thing.”

“Yes,” you gasp.

She kisses you again and you can feel her smile against your skin before she settles back down. Her hand dips further beneath your shorts and you gasp as one of her fingers brushes over your clit.

“Such a pretty little thing,” she mutters. Two of her fingers settle over your clit and start rubbing gentle circles. The feeling makes you moan softly as little sparks of pleasure shoot through your body. The sound makes her chuckle.

Emily doesn’t increase her pace at all, even though you know she can feel how wet you are, moving her fingers just fast enough with just enough pressure to drive you crazy without giving you more. She peppers your back with gentle kisses as you squirm against her and you can feel her smiling at every little gasp and moan that escapes your lips.

She slides her hand further down and you whine at the loss of stimulation to your clit. The sound is quickly cut off by a groan as she sinks two fingers into you at once. “You’re so beautiful,” she whispers. You let out a little broken moan as she curls her fingers inside of you. The angle is perfect, allowing her fingers to hit that spot inside you while the heel of her palm presses against your clit.

“E-Emily,” you gasp weakly.

“Shh, it’s okay, baby,” she soothes. “I’m right here.”

You whimper desperately as she slowly starts to thrust her fingers in and out of you, hitting that spot and nudging your clit every time. She’s so gentle, making the pleasure build inside you slowly, burying deep in your gut and creeping up your spine. It’s overwhelming in the best way possible and you can feel tears pooling in your eyes. A soft and happy sob works its way free from your chest and Emily stills her hand but doesn’t remove it. She props herself up, leaning over you and tilting your head so she can press a long and gentle kiss to your lips. “You okay, sweet thing?” she asks softly. You nod and open your eyes to meet hers. You let your eyes slip closed again as she presses her lips back against yours and resumes the movement of her hand. Her fingers hit that spot again, making you gasp into the kiss. She pulls back and kisses where the tears have gathered at the corners of your closed eyes.

“You’re doing so good, baby. I’m right here,” she whispers. “I’ve got you.” 

Heat climbs up your body and you whine desperately as you feel yourself getting close.

“That’s it, beautiful, so good for me.”

Her voice and words are so full of love and care and they drive you crazy, making you whimper and squirm.

“Em–“ you moan.

“It’s okay, baby,” Emily whispers, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. “Cum for me.”

As if on cue, you cum around her fingers. Pleasure washes over you and your body shudders. You moan and clench around her as she works you through it, whispering praises into your ear. When your orgasm subsides, Emily gently removes her fingers and you practically melt into the bed. It wasn’t a violent or overly powerful orgasm, but the slow build and gentle release of pleasure exhausted you. 

Emily slips her leg out from between your knees and you roll onto your back. You open your eyes and blink up at her with a dopey smile, uncaring of the tears still on your face. Emily wipes her fingers clean on her shirt and props herself up on her elbow to look down at you. Her hair falls over her shoulders and brushes against your neck and chin, making you giggle slightly.

You reach up and tuck her hair behind her ear, both to stop it from tickling you and so you can get a better view of her beautiful face. “Hi,” you say softly, lowering your hand to rest on your chest.

“Hey, sweet thing,” she responds. She presses kisses to each of the tears on your cheeks. “Did so good for me.”

You feel your cheeks warm. “Do you wa–”

Emily shakes her head. “No,” she says softly. “This was just about you.”

She kisses you softly and you raise your hand to cup the back of her head. When she pulls away for air, Emily rests her forehead against yours, pressing the tips of your noses together. She slowly opens her eyes to stare into yours.

“I love you,” she whispers.

“I love you too.”

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Please can you do more Emily smuts like the soft early mornings one? Love the soft dom thing

Home Early

Here you go, love!

summary: Emily gets home early from a case and you decide to join her in the shower.

genre: fluff and smut

cw: 18+ mdni! kinda softdom!emily, kinda sub!reader, praise, fingering (r and emily receiving), oral sex (emily receiving), reader has a vagina but nothing else is specified (the only word used to describe reader's genitalia is clit), shower sex, reader is written as non-male because I can't imagine emily as anything other than a lesbian, no use of y/n, brief joke about guns (used in hyperbole)

wordcount: 1.6k

The shower is running when you get home from work. You can hear it as soon as you step inside. Emily must have gotten home not long ago. You smile. You weren’t expecting her back for another day at least. You toe off your shoes and set your bag on the console table before making your way across the apartment toward the bathroom. 

You press your ear against the door for a moment but hear nothing except for the sound of the running water. You knock gently on the door.

“Oh!” Emily’s surprised voice is slightly muffled by the water and the door but you can still hear her. “I was hoping to surprise you when you came home.”

The thought makes you smile. “May I join you?” you ask.

“The day I say no to that question, I want you to take my gun and shoot me,” Emily jokes.

You open the door, and steam billows into your face. Emily must have forgotten to turn the fan on, so you do it for her. “So dramatic,” you laugh.

Emily chuckles in response.

You peel off your clothes and drop them on top of Emily’s. You peel back the shower curtain and step inside. “I don’t even know how to use a gun.”

Emily wraps her arms around your waist and gently pulls you against her. You drape your arms around her neck and smile at her.

She kisses you gently. “You’re smart. I’m sure you could figure it out,” she whispers against your lips.

You hum into her mouth as she catches your lower lip between her teeth. 

She pulls away and stares into your eyes. “You’re so beautiful, you know that, sweetheart?” she breathes. 

You feel your face warm and recapture her lips in a kiss to distract her from your embarrassment.

“So shy,” Emily mutters between kisses.

You hum in agreement and pull back to whisper, “I love you.”

“I love you too, sweet thing.”

You let your eyes wander over her face, taking in her beauty and the way the water cascades over her face, dripping from her nose and eyelashes. Her hair is slicked back from the water, and you can't help but run your hand through it.

“Have you washed your hair yet?” you ask.

“Just shampoo,” Emily responds.

You hum and reach behind her to grab the conditioner, squeezing a small amount into your hand. You set the bottle back and hold out your hand, palm up. “Turn,” you say simply.

Emily chuckles and removes her hands from your waist to do as you say, shuffling back slightly so the water lands on her chest instead of her face. You rub the conditioner between your hands before reaching up and sliding your fingers into her hair. You rub the conditioner into the roots of her hair, pressing and scratching at her scalp. Emily sighs happily.

You take your time working the conditioner into her hair, taking longer than necessary because you know Emily likes it when you rub her head. You press kisses along the back of her neck and shoulders. Eventually, your arms start to get a little tired, and you lower your hands to rinse off the conditioner.

Emily turns back around to face you with a soft smile.

You smile back at her and guide her forward to keep the water off her scalp. “I have something for you,” you say coyly.

“Oh?”

You hum in affirmation and, placing your hands on her hips for support, carefully sink to your knees.

“Oh,” Emily gasps, her hands instinctively coming to gently rest on your head. 

You look up at her with pleading eyes, practically begging Emily to let you taste her. She smiles down at you knowingly. “Go ahead, baby.”

The moment the words leave her lips, you press your face between her legs, licking a long stripe up to her clit. Emily gasps, and her hips press forward against your mouth for a moment before returning to their previous position. 

You shift your hands from her hips to grip the back of her thighs, spreading her legs slightly and pulling her hard against your face. Emily groans loudly and pushes your head forward slightly, picking up on your desire for her control.

You wrap your lips around her clit and the sound Emily makes goes straight between your legs. You moan against her, and the pressure of her hand increases.

“Fuck, so good, baby. Doing so good,” she mumbles.

The praise drives you crazy, and you start to eat her out with increased fervor. Everything you do draws loud moans from Emily’s lips that turn you on to no end. You press messy, open-mouthed kisses to her cunt. Nipping and sucking on her labia before flicking your tongue over her clit. 

Water cascades over your body and face, but you can still taste Emily’s arousal and feel your own sticking to your thighs. You tilt your chin forward, sticking out your tongue as far as it can go, and press the tip of it inside her. 

“Oh!” Emily gasps, doubling over slightly and using her grip on your head for support. You moan desperately into her cunt, and her hips jerk forward. “Fuck, sweetheart. Doing so good for me.”

You whimper against her and squeeze your thighs together to try to get some friction. You remove one of your hands from the back of her thighs and slip it between her legs, pulling your head back just enough for your hand to fit. 

You return your attention to Emily’s clit, rubbing circles into it with your tongue as you press your middle finger into of her. A violent moan rips free from Emily’s chest, and the fact that you’re the one making her feel so good has heat pooling in your gut and makes you whimper around her clit. 

You curl your finger, pressing it into that spongy spot inside of her over and over again as you continue your tongue’s ministrations on her clit. A mixture of praise and profanities falls from Emily’s lips as you finger her. You slip your ring finger in next, and the feeling has Emily moaning, “Just like that, baby. Just like that. Feels so good!”

You groan and, without stilling the movement of your fingers, pull your head back to look up at her. “C-can I touch myself?” you pant desperately, barely able to control yourself anymore.

Emily nods. “Go-go ahead, sweet thing,” she gasps, her words broken and interrupted by the sounds of her own pleasure.

“Thank you, thank you,” you gasp, wrapping your lips back around her clit and slipping your free hand between your thighs. You rub fast circles against your clit, but your hand stutters and stalls every few seconds, unable to move at a separate rhythm to the hand fingering Emily. 

You whimper desperately, bucking your hips into your hand as you continue to pleasure Emily. You whine and gasp against her clit as you finger her and try to get yourself off at the same time. Heat pools in your stomach, but despite how good it feels, it’s not enough.

You press a third finger into Emily, and another loud moan escapes her. “Fuck, I-I’m close,” she pants. 

You moan against her and press your fingers into that spot again and again until Emily cums with a cry of your name, clenching hard around your fingers. You work her through it, still desperately grinding your clit against your hand. 

Emily’s breathing slows as she comes down from her orgasm, and you remove your hand and lean back, focusing your efforts on yourself now.

Emily looks down at you and chuckles. “You having some trouble, sweet thing?”

You stare up at her with wide eyes and nod desperately.

“Do you want me to help?” she asks with a hint of loving condescension.

You nod again, and Emily lowers herself to the floor, slotting one of her legs between your knees. Water and conditioner stream from her hair, and she tilts her head back for a moment to get it out of her face before leaning forward and removing your hand. You whimper at the loss of stimulation, but almost instantly, Emily has two fingers pressed deep inside of you. 

You gasp and let your head fall forward, panting heavily as you try to keep breathing despite the incredible pleasure shooting through your body. With her free hand, Emily hooks a finger under your chin and lifts your head. You stare at her with wide, desperate eyes, and as if she could read your mind, she kisses you hard. 

You kiss back sloppily, overwhelmed by the feeling of her fingers inside of you and the heel of her palm on your clit. Then her fingers hit that spot, and you cum with a weak cry. Your head falls forward slightly, breaking the kiss, and Emily maneuvers herself so that your face is pressed into the crook of her neck as she works you through it, whispering praises into your ear.

Eventually, your orgasm fades, and you pull your head from her neck with a dopey smile. Emily chuckles and presses a gentle kiss to your lips. You hum and kiss her back.  

You run your hand through her hair, and the rest of the conditioner falls away.

“Maybe we should switch to a bath,” you joke.

Emily chuckles and guides you into her lap as she turns around, easing the pressure on your sore knees. Hooking an arm around your waist to keep you in place, she leans forward, plugging the drain and turning the nob to start the bath.

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I know you don't see Emily as anything but a lesbian but could you possibly do a trans reader? It can trans non-binary or masc like a demi boy, but they're afraid to come out to Emily because she is very open that she's gay?

Coming Out

Here you go!

genre: angst and fluff, hurt/comfort

cw: coming out, trans masc!reader, no use of y/n, panic attacks

wordcount: 1.2k

You pace back and forth across the living room, taking deep, steadying breaths to try to calm yourself. You groan in frustration and sit on the edge of the couch, burying your head in your hands. You can feel your hands shaking.

You’re terrified. You’ve been dating Emily for almost two years. You live together. How do you tell her you’re not the girl she started dating? And you have no idea what it will mean for your relationship when you do. Emily is a lesbian. She likes women. And you’re not a woman. 

You lean back and run your hands over your chest, reveling in the flatness. Your binder arrived three weeks ago. You had made sure it would be delivered while Emily was on a case. You immediately hid it, and have only worn it while Emily is out of town and there’s no chance of her seeing it. 

It makes you feel so incredibly guilty.

She’s your girlfriend. You shouldn’t be hiding stuff from her. 

You adjust the binder with a grunt. It’s still uncomfortable to wear since you haven’t gotten used to it yet, but it’s worth it. You check your watch. Emily should be home in a few minutes. You don’t want to ambush her with this the second she walks through the door but you’ve been hyping yourself up all week and if you don’t do it soon, you’re not sure you ever will. 

Still, you’re scared. What if she breaks up with you because you’re not a woman? What if she gets mad that you didn’t tell her sooner? What if this makes her hate you?

A panicked sob bubbles up your throat and you curl in on yourself, hugging your stomach to try to calm down. You can feel your heart rate picking up as you gasp for air. 

You force yourself to take deep breaths and the shakiness of each inhale is audible. Then you hear Emily’s key turning in the lock and your panic increases. She’s here, she’s going to see you like this, she’s going to hate you. 

She calls your name from the entryway as she moves around and even though that’s still the name you use, the sound causes a sob to tear from your chest. You hear Emily freeze. You clap a hand over your mouth, and though you desperately want to get up and lock yourself in the bathroom to hide, your body won’t cooperate. 

You hear Emily’s footsteps coming toward the living room and your breathing picks up until you’re hyperventilating and gasping between sobs.

“Woah, hey, hey,” Emily says softly, sitting beside you on the couch. “What’s going on? What happened?” She rests her hand on your back and starts rubbing soothing circles.

You practically shove your body against hers, not caring that you're staining her shirt with your tears, just desperate to touch her in case this is the last time you can. “P-please don’t hate me,” you wail.

“Oh, sweetie,” Emily mutters kindly. “I could never hate you.”

You curl your fingers into the front of her shirt and cling to it like a lifeline. “You don’t—you don’t know that,” you sob.

“I do know that,” Emily reassures you.

You sniff and pull away, untangling your hands from her shirt. You look her in the eyes for a moment, noticing the clear concern written on her face. You lift your hand and hold out your pinkie. “Pi-pinkie promise?” you stutter. You feel like a child for asking, but you’re so desperate for her answer that you can’t bring yourself to care. 

Emily removes her hand from your back and curls her pinkie around yours. “Pinkie promise.”

You sniff again and unlatch your pinkie to rub your face. Emily’s hand returns to your back. 

“I—“ you start. You can feel your chin wobble and you bite on your lower lip to stop it. You bow your head, too afraid to watch the changes in her expression as you tell her. “I’m not a girl.”

You feel Emily’s hand still for a moment before it starts moving again. She doesn’t say anything, waiting for you to continue.

“I’m non binary. Or at least that’s what feels like it fits. Pl-please, don’t be mad! I understand if you want to break u—"

“Woah, hey,” Emily interrupts. “I’m not mad, I promise. But do–do you want to break up?” Her voice is wary and it shakes slightly.

Your head shoots up to look at her. “No! Never!” you insist. “But I–I thought you might want to.”

“What on Earth could make you think that?” Emily asks. There isn’t a hint of malice or annoyance in her voice. Just curiosity and concern.

“Be-because you’re a lesbian. And I’m not a girl,” you mutter.

“Oh, sweetheart. I don’t care about that,” Emily coos. “You’re so much more important to me than what I call myself. I love you for you, not for your gender. I don’t care what you identify as, I will always love you.”

Tears stream down your cheeks and you wipe them away violently. “Th-thank you,” you gasp.

“Oh, honey.” Emily pulls you against her chest, holding you close and moving her hand to rub up and down your arm. “There’s nothing to thank me for.”

“Yes, there is,” you argue, your voice muffled against her.

Emily presses a kiss to the top of your head instead of arguing. “I do have some questions I want to ask, though, if that’s okay.”

You nod against her chest and tilt your head to look up at her.

She smiles down at you kindly. “Do you, um, do you want to go by a different name?” she asks awkwardly.

You shake your head. 

“What about pronouns?”

“I like they/them, but I’m not sure,” you admit. “And I don’t like being called a girl.”

Emily nods. “Okay. That's good to know. I, um, I might mess up sometimes at first but I promise I'll be doing my best.”

“That’s all I want,” you whisper, and press a kiss to her chin. 

She smiles and lowers her head to catch your lips for a brief kiss.

“How long have you known?” Emily asks softly.

You hum and furrow your brow as you try to think back. “Maybe five months,” you say. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.”

“Hey, I’m not upset about that. I could never be. Coming out is hard.”

“I bought myself a binder a few weeks ago too,” you admit.

Emily’s brow furrows in confusion. “A binder?”

You nod. “It’s a compression garment, kind of like a beefed up sports bra, that flattens your chest.” You lean back and run your hands over your chest to show her. “See?”

“Impressive,” Emily says with a slight laugh.

You laugh in response. “Yeah. I, um, I really like it. It makes me happy. And feel right. If that makes sense.”

Emily nods and pulls you in for another kiss. “It does. And I’m glad.”

“You’re the best,” you whisper against her lips.

“I know,” she teases. 

You laugh and lightly bat her shoulder and Emily laughs too.

“I love you, sweet thing,” she mutters. 

You hum. “I love you too. And I like that nickname.”

Emily chuckles. “Better than 'sweet girl'?”

“Much better.”

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Will you write song 69 with Emily Prentiss? :)

She's A Lady

Paring: Emily Prentiss x Reader

Warnings: Soft angst, references to violence, fluff at the end, Emily being sad

Summary: Emily is feeling a little insecure about your relationship.

Word Count: 617

Date Posted: 1/26/2021

Requested: Yes

A/N: I swear I can't write angst without a little fluff. This one is based on Ricky Montgomery's Line Without A Hook. I suprisingly got some motivation and wrote this in one day, so sorry if this isn't the best that I could do, love. Hope you enjoy!

A shiver went down your spine at the loss of her warmth. You felt the shift of the mattress and a sigh.

Yesterday, Emily had come back from a rough case; the BAU went on a wild goose chase in Wyoming and she ended up getting into a physical fight with the unsub. Of course she won, the agent was just sleeping soundly with her arms around your waist. Or at least you thought she was asleep.

"Do you like it when I'm away?" Emily practically whispered, making you sit up in bed.

You shook your head and laid a hand on her shoulder, "What? Of course not!"

Emily refused to meet your eyes and you laid your head on her shoulder. After a few seconds she rested her head against your with a shaky breathe. "You deserve the world and more, Emily Prentiss."

"Was it something I said to make you feel like you're a burden?" She quickly responded.

Taken aback, you lifted your head and looked at your girlfriend. How could she think that?

Sensing your confusion, she spoke up, "I'm a profiler for the FBI and I do this almost everyday, Y/N. I can take a good guess about how you feel."

Where did this come from? If she asked you to yell about how much you loved her from the rooftops you would gladly do it. But she didn't know that, despite how much you tell her.

Days like these were difficult for you both. Emily didn't want to treat you like an emotional crutch so she would close herself of from the world, even you.

You are brought out of your thought to see a trail of water coming down the side of Emily's cheek. It was easily brushed away by your hand as you cupped her face and stood in front of her.

"Oh, baby, I am a wreck when I'm without you," you told her, "I need you here to stay."

Finally, her watery eyes met yours for a moment. You grabbed her hands and pulled them to your lips, giving them a gentle kiss before she spoke up again.

"It's just- sometimes I feel like I don't deserve you. I come home angry and looking like hell and you are always here for me. I leave for weeks at a time and you always seem so happy to see me when I wasn't there for you. Hell you could be out doing so much with your life instead of waiting for me and-" Emily stopped and took a deep breath, "and sometimes I look at you and think 'she's a lady, and I'm just me."

You squeezed her hands in yours, "Darling, when I'm fast asleep I've seen this person watching me saying, 'Is it worth it?' and without missing a beat I say yes because you are the love of my life, Emily. Nothing could change that."

Emily rests her head on your chest and you stroke her hair. These few moments make everything perfect. The domesticity, love, and pure adoration of your actions is what brings Emily out of her slump. She doesn't even need to say those three words because she shows you after a few silent minutes when you feel her wrap her arms around your waist. "Can we go back to sleep?"

You nodded and gave her a soft peck on the lips before snuggling back in bed. Emily wrapped her arms around you and you felt her warmth again. You softly nestled your head into her shoulder, almost asleep. Luckily, you were able to hear her whisper what you already knew but it made your heart flitter all the same, "I love you."