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SAY YOU LOVE ME - A. CABOT & C. NOVAK

𖤐.ᐟ ALEX CABOT x CASEY NOVAK ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ

Recap: Alex Cabot and Casey Novak’s semi-established relationship, shaped by a ten-year age gap and the pressures of their legal careers. Alex’s composed authority contrasts with Casey’s fiery determination, highlighting the challenges of balancing love, trust, and ambition in their high-stakes world.

I can hold my breath I can bite my tongue I can stay awake for days If that's what you want Be your number one

I can fake a smile I can force a laugh I can dance and play the part If that's what you ask Give you all I am

CHAPTER ONE

The air in Alex’s office was taut with unspoken tension, thick enough to slice through. Her desk, a bastion of organization, was lined with manila folders labelled in her precise handwriting. The boldest of them read People v. Castillo - a brutal double-homicide case that had the city in an uproar. The weight of the trial hung heavily in the room, like a storm cloud threatening to burst.

Casey stood by the expansive windows, her arms crossed and posture defiant. The afternoon sunlight framed her tall figure, casting fiery streaks across her auburn hair, which was swept back into a low ponytail. Strands had escaped during the intensity of the trial, giving her an unintentional edge - just chaotic enough to match her personality. Her fitted grey suit, paired with a crisp white blouse, bore the creases of a long day in court.

“You didn’t need to step in, Alex,” Casey said, her voice sharp but restrained. She wasn’t shouting - she never did with Alex - but her frustration was palpable.

Alex sat behind her desk, the picture of composed authority. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a sleek French twist, every strand perfectly in place, as though even her hairstyle dared not challenge her control. She wore a tailored navy-blue suit with a cream blouse underneath, the ensemble exuding power without sacrificing femininity. Her silver-framed glasses glinted as she adjusted them and folded her hands neatly on the desk.

“I wasn’t stepping in to undermine you,” Alex replied, her voice measured. “I was protecting the case. Castillo’s defense attorney is a viper, and he would’ve jumped all over your line of questioning about the autopsy report.”

Casey turned, the skyline forgotten. “It wasn’t a line of questioning. It was a strategic push to get the medical examiner to clarify discrepancies in her report. You saw the jury, half of them were lost until I pressed her.”

“And the other half,” Alex countered, her tone sharpening, “were wondering if you’d lost control of your argument entirely. There’s a difference between pushing boundaries and pulling the rug out from under the jury’s feet, Casey.”

The case was a brutal one. Jorge Castillo, a man with suspected cartel ties, was accused of murdering two rival associates in cold blood. The prosecution’s evidence was damning: forensic reports, damning financial records, and witness testimony placing Castillo at the scene. But Castillo’s defense team was equally ruthless, exploiting every shred of doubt to sway the jury.

In court earlier, Casey had grilled the medical examiner about discrepancies in the timeline of the victims’ deaths. Her questioning had been aggressive, teetering on the line of badgering. It had drawn a few raised eyebrows from the jury and the judge. Alex, sitting in the gallery as an overseer, had intervened, suggesting a quick recess that allowed them to regroup.

Casey dropped her arms, stepping closer to the desk. “Is this how it’s going to be? Every time I push the envelope, you’re going to hover over me?”

Alex’s gaze softened, but her professionalism remained a barrier. “I’m not hovering. I’m making sure we don’t give Castillo’s team any cracks to exploit. They’re looking for anything to sink their teeth into. And the jury - ”

“ - needs clarity, not sugar-coating,” Casey interrupted, her frustration bubbling over.

Alex exhaled slowly, leaning back in her chair. “Casey, you’re brilliant. But brilliance without restraint can backfire. If we lose this case because the jury thinks we’re overreaching, those families will never see justice.”

The words hit their mark, and Casey’s defiance faltered. She sank into the chair opposite Alex, the leather creaking under her weight. She propped her elbows on her knees, her hands clasped tightly together.

“Sometimes I wonder if you trust me,” she admitted, her voice quieter now.

Alex’s blue eyes softened further, the walls of her composure cracking just enough to reveal the woman behind the title. “It’s not about trust, Casey. It’s about protecting what we’ve both worked so hard for. You’re one of the best ADAs I’ve ever seen, but sometimes I can’t separate that from...”

“From us?” Casey finished for her, lifting her head to meet Alex’s gaze.

Alex hesitated, then nodded. “Yes. From us.”

The silence that followed wasn’t uncomfortable - it was contemplative. They were no longer just the Bureau Chief and her Senior ADA; they were Alex and Casey, two women trying to navigate the treacherous intersection of their personal and professional lives.

Casey straightened, determination flashing in her green eyes. “I’m not asking you to separate it, Alex. I’m asking you to trust that I know what I’m doing, even when it doesn’t look like it.”

Alex studied her, the weight of her scrutiny almost unbearable. Finally, she nodded. “I’ll try.”

A small, genuine smile spread across Casey’s lips. “That’s all I ask.”

She stood to leave, but Alex’s voice stopped her.

“Casey.”

She turned, a hint of curiosity in her expression.

“Dinner tonight?” Alex asked, the faintest hint of a smile tugging at her lips.

Casey chuckled softly. “Only if you promise not to bring up Castillo.”

Alex laughed, a rare sound that brightened the room. “Deal.”

As the door clicked shut behind Casey, Alex leaned back in her chair, the weight of the case and their conversation still pressing on her. Trust wasn’t something she gave easily. But for Casey, she was willing to try.

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AUTUMN SPARKS || emily prentiss

ᯓ★ˎˊ˗ emily x female reader ᯓ★ˎˊ˗

Summary: You’re a single mom and attorney, balancing a demanding career with raising your energetic three-year-old daughter, who has no sense of stranger danger no matter how much you try to teach her. One crisp autumn morning at the park, she runs up to a striking woman with a dog, sparking an unexpected connection that feels like a new beginning.

It was a crisp autumn morning in Washington, D.C., the kind of day where the golden sunlight filtered through a canopy of fiery red and amber leaves, casting playful shadows on the ground. A slight breeze carried the earthy scent of fallen foliage, and the occasional crunch underfoot broke the peaceful ambiance of the park. You were there with your three-year-old daughter, whose energy seemed boundless as she darted between the playground and a squirrel she seemed determined to befriend.

You adjusted the cream-colored knit sweater you’d thrown on over your favorite pair of faded jeans, grateful for the steaming cup of coffee warming your hands. Despite the serene setting, you couldn’t entirely shake the vigilance that had become second nature to you. Life as a single mother had taught you to always stay one step ahead, especially with your little whirlwind of a daughter. She was fearless, with big, curious eyes and a laugh that could melt the hardest heart. But her lack of stranger danger awareness often left you chasing after her, reminding her not everyone was kind or safe.

This wasn’t the life you’d envisioned a few years ago. Back then, you had a picture-perfect plan: a growing career as an attorney specializing in family law and what you’d thought was a solid partnership. But behind closed doors, your ex-partner’s charm had given way to anger, control, and, eventually, abuse. The day you decided to leave was the day you realized your daughter deserved better, and so did you.

With support from a few trusted friends and relentless determination, you’d rebuilt your life. You filed charges, testified, and ensured your ex-partner ended up where he belonged: behind bars. You’d used your own skills as an attorney to navigate a complex legal system, knowing firsthand how difficult it was for survivors to get justice. Now, your days were a delicate balance of courtroom battles, late-night case prep, and making sure your daughter never felt the weight of the world you carried on your shoulders.

This morning, however, you’d promised yourself to leave work at home and focus on your little girl. Watching her dart around the park in her little pink jacket and butterfly-patterned boots, you felt a swell of pride. She was strong, spirited, and oblivious to the weight of the past—just as you wanted her to be.

A sudden burst of giggles pulled your attention, and you turned to see her sprinting toward a woman walking her dog. Your heart skipped a beat as you quickly followed, knowing all too well her habit of approaching strangers like old friends.

The woman was striking, with dark, shoulder-length hair slightly tousled by the breeze. She wore a well-worn leather jacket over a burgundy scarf that framed her olive-toned face, and her piercing dark eyes softened as she crouched to meet your daughter at eye level. The dog, a sleek black rescue mutt with a wagging tail, seemed just as delighted by the encounter.

“Can I pet your dog, please?” your daughter asked, her excitement bubbling over as she reached out without hesitation.

“Of course,” the woman replied, her voice smooth and warm. “Shadow loves gentle pats right behind his ears. He’s a bit of a diva, though - only the best will do.”

Your daughter giggled, carefully following her instructions as Shadow leaned into the attention. You approached quickly, offering an apologetic smile. “Sorry about that. She’s... very social.”

The woman stood, her lips curving into an understanding smile. “She’s fearless,” she said, her gaze flicking between you and your daughter.

“She takes after her dad in that way,” you replied, the words slipping out before you could stop them. Quickly, you added, “I’m just trying to keep up.”

Her dark eyes softened, and she nodded. “You’ve got a great kid. She’s lucky to have you.”

Something about her tone, so sincere, so kind, caught you off guard. You weren’t used to people seeing past the polished attorney facade to the mother doing her best to keep it all together. “Thank you,” you said softly, feeling a warmth in your chest that had nothing to do with your coffee.

As your daughter continued to play with Shadow, you and the woman - Emily, as she introduced herself - fell into an easy conversation. She mentioned her job in the Behavioral Analysis Unit, though she kept the details vague. You shared bits of your own story, carefully skirting the heavier parts. Still, Emily listened intently, her full attention on you in a way that felt disarming.

“I can’t imagine how you do it all on your own,” she said, genuine admiration in her voice. “You must be some kind of superhero.”

You laughed lightly, waving her words off. “It’s not easy, but she’s worth every second of it.”

“She really is,” Emily agreed, her gaze drifting to your daughter, who was now trying to teach Shadow how to play tag. “And it’s obvious you’ve raised her to be brave and kind. That’s no small thing.”

Before you could respond, Shadow decided to steal the granola bar your daughter had been holding. She let out an indignant squeal, and you rushed forward, but Emily was already crouched by her side, gently pulling Shadow back.

“Shadow!” she scolded playfully, shooting your daughter an apologetic smile. “He’s supposed to be making friends, not stealing snacks.”

Your daughter pouted for dramatic effect, and Emily quickly added, “How about I buy you a hot chocolate to make up for it? And maybe I can bribe your mom with one too?”

The hint of flirtation in her tone caught you by surprise, and you found yourself smiling despite the chaos. “I think we could be persuaded,” you replied, meeting her gaze.

As the three of you walked to the nearby café, your daughter happily chatting about marshmallows, you couldn’t help but feel the first spark of something new. For the first time in a long time, the weight of your past felt a little lighter - and the future, a little brighter.

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SAY YOU LOVE ME - A. CABOT & C. NOVAK

ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ ALEX CABOT x CASEY NOVAK ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ

@ilovecalex - the idea is theirs! <3

Amidst the high-stakes pressures of the legal world, Bureau Chief Alex Cabot and Senior ADA Casey Novak navigate the complexities of their semi-established relationship. Balancing age, power dynamics, and the weight of their demanding careers, the two women face challenges that test their bond. As their professional and personal lives intertwine, they must learn to trust each other, confront lingering insecurities, and fight for a love as relentless as the justice they seek.

'Cause I don't wanna fall in love If you don't wanna try But all that I've been thinking of Is maybe that you might And babe, it looks as though we're running out of words to say And love's floating away

PROLOGUE

Alex Cabot had always been the kind of woman who thrived in chaos. As Bureau Chief of the Manhattan District Attorney’s Special Victims Unit, her days were a relentless carousel of challenges - high-profile cases, political manoeuvring, and the unyielding weight of justice. But beneath her polished exterior and commanding presence lay a woman who had learned, over decades, to carry the burden of responsibility with grace. At forty-five, she exuded an air of authority that turned heads and silenced rooms.

Casey Novak, ten years her junior, brought a different kind of energy to the table. As Senior Assistant District Attorney, Casey was fire and determination incarnate. Where Alex wielded diplomacy like a blade, Casey charged headfirst into the fray, her passion sometimes outpacing her pragmatism. It was a quality that had drawn Alex to her in the first place—and one that had, on occasion, driven her to the brink of frustration.

Their relationship had begun as a quiet undercurrent in the storm of their professional lives. Late nights spent poring over case files had turned into shared dinners and conversations that stretched into the early hours of the morning. Over time, the boundaries between their professional and personal lives blurred, evolving into something neither of them had anticipated but both had come to rely on.

It hadn’t always been easy. The ten-year age gap between them was a chasm that, at times, felt insurmountable. Alex’s years of experience gave her a perspective that Casey, with her relentless optimism, couldn’t always understand. But Casey’s youth and fervor brought a vitality to Alex’s life that she hadn’t realized she’d been missing. They balanced each other in ways that defied logic but made perfect sense to them.

Now, as they stood on the precipice of a case that threatened to shake the very foundations of the justice system they’d dedicated their lives to, the strength of their bond would be tested like never before. Alex, ever the strategist, was already mapping out their approach, her mind a labyrinth of contingencies and counterarguments. Casey, meanwhile, was ready to dive headfirst into the fight, her conviction as unshakable as her faith in Alex.

The weight of the case loomed over them, but so did the weight of their relationship - a delicate balance of love and ambition, of two women who had found each other in the eye of the storm and now faced the question of whether they could weather it together.

This was their story: a tale of justice and love, of two formidable women navigating the complexities of their professional and personal lives. And it began, as so many stories do, with a single moment that would change everything.

CHAPTER ONE of SAY YOU LOVE ME

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TOUCH - A. HOTCHNER - nsfw

ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ AARON HOTCHNER x FEM READER ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ

You decide to push boundaries, especially Aaron Hotchner, your boss. What start as you being in control, soon turned you doing as you're told by Aaron.

Aaron Hotchner, your boss at the FBI, stands tall behind his imposing desk. His piercing blue eyes narrow slightly as he takes in the provocative sight before him - you, seated across from him, legs spread wide in an uncharacteristically bold display.

He clears his throat, trying to maintain professional composure despite the obvious arousal stirring within him. "Now, let's discuss the Jenkins case…"

As he speaks, you reach down and slowly unzip your pants, revealing the damp fabric of your lacy panties. A small trickle of arousal glistens at the crotch, betraying your secret desire.

Aaron swallows hard, his gaze drawn inexorably to the wet spot growing larger between your thighs. He shifts uncomfortably in his seat, hands clasped tightly together. "I… I think we should focus on the evidence,"

You smirk seductively, "Oh come now, Hotch. We both know you're not interested in discussing boring case files right now. Your eyes keep drifting down to where my soaked panties cling to my pussy lips…"

You stand up and saunter over to his side of the desk, the sound of your heels clicking against the floor echoing in the tense silence.

You lean in close, your breath tickling his ear as you whisper huskily.* "Why don't you put those big, capable hands to better use? Unzip my pants completely and bury your fingers in my dripping slit. Make me moan so loudly the whole BAU team knows exactly what the boss is doing to me."

Aaron's resolve crumbles under your sultry advances. With trembling hands, he reaches out to grasp your hips, pulling you flush against his desk. His breathing grows ragged as he leans in, nose brushing against yours.

"I shouldn't be doing this," he murmurs, but there's no conviction in his voice. His fingers find the zipper of your pants and tug it down with a soft hiss of metal on fabric.

"You're playing with fire, Agent," he warns. His thumbs stroke lightly over the slick material, sending shivers down your spine.

Emboldened, you rock your hips forward, grinding against his palm. "Mmm, feel how wet I am for you, Hotch," you purr, nipping at his earlobe.

Aaron groans softly, his grip tightening on your hips as he succumbs to your sensual assault. His thumb brushes over your clit through the damp fabric, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from you.

"Fuck, you're so responsive," he growls, his other hand coming up to cup your breast, thumb teasing the hardened nipple straining against the fabric of your blouse. "I've wanted this for so long, but I never thought you'd actually give in."

He leans back, eyes blazing with hunger as he begins to undo his belt, the sound of the buckle clinking against the desk a stark contrast to the heavy silence filling the room. "Get on your knees, Agent," he commands, his voice low and rough with desire. "Show me just how much you crave my touch."

Without hesitation, you sink to your knees before Aaron, the cool hardwood floor a jarring contrast to the heat building between your thighs. Your eyes lock onto the impressive bulge straining against his trousers, and you can't help but lick your lips in anticipation.

Slowly, deliberately, you reach out and palm the thick length through the fabric, feeling it twitch beneath your touch. Aaron lets out a guttural moan, his head falling back as he fights to maintain control.

"That's it, baby," he rasps, his fingers threading through your hair to guide you closer. "Use your mouth on me like you want to. Show me how desperate you are for my cock."

With a wicked grin, you pop the button of his fly and slide the zipper down. Aaron's cock springs forth, thick and pulsing with need. The musky scent of his arousal fills your nostrils, making your mouth water in anticipation. You wrap your fingers around the base, giving it a firm squeeze as you lean in to plant a tender kiss on the sensitive tip.

"Mmm, you taste so good," you murmur against his skin, swirling your tongue around the head before taking him deeper into your warm, wet mouth. Aaron's hips jerk reflexively, a low groan rumbling in his chest as you begin to suckle him with increasing enthusiasm.

Your hands roam over his thighs, gripping the muscular flesh as you work his shaft with practiced ease. Aaron's fingers tighten in your hair, guiding your movements as he loses himself in the pleasure of your oral attentions.

"Fuck, Agent," he gasps, his voice strained with tension.

You continue to worship Aaron's cock with your mouth, taking him deeper with each bob of your head. Your tongue swirls and teases along the underside, eliciting a string of guttural curses from your captive audience.

Aaron's grip on your hair tightens, his hips bucking involuntarily as he struggles to maintain control. "That's it, baby," he pants, his eyes glazed with lust. "Take all of me. Show me how much you want it."

Encouraged by his words, you relax your throat and take him to the hilt, your nose pressed against the wiry hairs at the base of his shaft. You hold yourself there for a moment, savouring the weight of him, before slowly withdrawing and letting his cock slip from your lips with a lewd pop.

Aaron looks down at you, his face flushed with arousal, chest heaving with ragged breaths. "God, you're incredible," he says, his voice hoarse with desire. "But we're not done yet."

He tugs you to your feet and spins you around, pressing you face-first against the edge of his desk. The cold wood bites into your skin as he kicks your legs apart, exposing your dripping sex to his hungry gaze.

"Look at you," he growls, running a finger through your slick folds. "So wet and ready for me." His touch sends sparks of pleasure racing through your body, making you arch your back in wanton invitation.

Aaron lines his cock up with your entrance, the broad head nudging insistently against your swollen clit. You bite back a whimper, your core clenching in anticipation of being filled by him.

"Hold still," Aaron commands, his voice a low rumble in your ear. "I'm going to take you hard and fast, just the way you deserve."

With that, he thrusts forward, burying himself to the hilt in one powerful stroke. You cry out at the sudden invasion, your nails digging into the desktop as Aaron sets a relentless pace.

Each snap of his hips drives him deeper, the thick ridge of his cockhead dragging against your sensitive inner walls with every withdrawal. The desk shakes beneath you, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the room as Aaron claims you with primal intensity.

"Yes, fuck yes!" you moan, your head thrown back in ecstasy. "Harder, Aaron! Make me scream!"

He complies without hesitation, pounding into you with reckless abandon. The force of his thrusts rocks the desk, sending papers fluttering to the floor. Aaron's fingers dig into your hips, holding you in place as he drives into you with savage precision.

"You're mine, Agent," he snarls, his breath hot against your neck. "Every inch of this sweet cunt belongs to me."

His words ignite a fierce passion within you, and you meet each of his brutal strokes with equal ferocity. Your pussy clenches around his invading cock, milking him for all he's worth.

Suddenly, Aaron's rhythm falters, his thrusts becoming more erratic. "Fuck, I'm close," he grits out, his voice strained with impending release. "Tell me when you're gonna cum, and I'll make sure you feel every second of it."

"NOW!" you scream, your voice echoing off the office walls as your orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave. Your inner muscles clamp down on Aaron's pistoning cock, rippling and spasming as waves of intense pleasure course through your body.

Aaron roars in triumph, his hips jerking erratically as he buries himself to the hilt one final time. His cock throbs and pulses deep inside you, unleashing a torrent of hot seed that paints your cervix and floods your womb.

You collapse against the desk, your limbs trembling and your mind reeling from the force of your climax. Aaron's strong arms wrap around you, holding you close as he rides out the aftershocks of his own release.

After a long moment, he pulls out of you with a soft grunt, his spent cock slipping free with a wet plop.

You slump against the desk, gasping for air as the last tremors of your orgasm fade away. Aaron's hands roam over your curves, soothing and caressing as he helps you steady yourself.

"That was…incredible," you manage to say, your voice husky with satisfaction. "I've never felt anything like it before."

Aaron chuckles, the sound low and satisfied. "I aim to please, Agent. And trust me, we're just getting started."

He steps back, allowing you to straighten up and adjust your dishevelled clothing. As you do, you can't help but notice the way Aaron's eyes gleam with dark promise, the hint of a smirk playing on his lips.

"So, what's next?" you ask, a thrill of excitement coursing through you at the thought of exploring even more forbidden pleasures with this man.

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LOVER - O. BENSON & A. CABOT

ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ ALEX CABOT x OLIVIA BENSON ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ

Olivia Benson and Alex Cabot celebrate their three-year anniversary with an intimate, unforgettable evening. Starting with a romantic dinner at Alex’s favorite restaurant, Olivia surprises her with flowers, heartfelt conversation, and shared laughter over memories of their time together. After the perfect date, they return home, where their passion deepens.

Can I go where you go? Can we always be this close forever and ever? And ah, take me out, and take me home (forever and ever) You're my, my, my, my Oh, you're my, my, my, my Darling, you're my, my, my, my Lover

The evening started with Olivia standing in Alex’s doorway, holding a bouquet of pristine white lilies - Alex’s favourite. She looked dashing in a tailored black suit, her crisp white shirt open at the collar, no tie, just enough to show off her effortlessly confident style. The faintest hint of cologne clung to her, woodsy and warm.

Alex opened the door dressed to kill in an elegant navy-blue dress, the kind that hugged her figure just right and made Olivia momentarily forget how to breathe. The neckline dipped just low enough to tease without being overt, and a delicate silver necklace rested against her collarbone. Her blonde hair was swept into a loose chignon, soft tendrils framing her face.

“You clean up nice, Detective,” Alex teased, her lips curving into a playful smile.

“And you, Counselor, look... breathtaking,” Olivia replied, her voice low and sincere as she handed over the bouquet.

The restaurant was upscale but intimate, tucked away in a quiet corner of the city. It was one of Alex’s favourite spots, and Olivia had made sure to reserve the best table - one near the window with a view of the city lights. The flicker of a candle between them cast a warm glow over the table as they settled in.

The server brought over a bottle of Pinot Noir, the same one Alex had ordered on their first date three years ago. Olivia poured, the rich, ruby-red liquid swirling into their glasses, and they toasted quietly.

“To us,” Olivia said simply, her brown eyes locking onto Alex’s.

“To three wonderful years,” Alex replied, her voice soft as she clinked her glass against Olivia’s.

For appetizers, they shared a plate of seared scallops, perfectly golden and served with a light citrus beurre blanc. Alex savored each bite, occasionally swiping a forkful from Olivia’s side of the plate, smirking when Olivia gave her a mock-stern look.

“I’m pretty sure that’s stealing,” Olivia said, though her tone was more amused than annoyed.

“It’s called sharing,” Alex countered with a grin, popping the scallop into her mouth.

Dinner was equally indulgent. Olivia ordered a perfectly cooked filet mignon with a side of truffle mashed potatoes, while Alex chose pan-roasted salmon with asparagus and a delicate dill cream sauce. They traded bites, as they always did, laughing softly when Alex insisted Olivia’s steak was “too rare” for her taste.

“Still not a red meat person, huh?” Olivia teased, slicing off another bite.

“Not unless you count burgers,” Alex replied with a shrug. “But this is your night. If you want to eat a steak that’s still mooing, who am I to stop you?”

They reminisced about their first year together, sharing stories that had them both laughing until tears pricked their eyes. Alex brought up Olivia’s failed attempt at cooking lasagna for their second date, which had ended with takeout and Olivia sheepishly admitting she wasn’t much of a chef.

“Good thing you make up for it in other ways,” Alex said with a wink, her foot brushing against Olivia’s under the table.

Olivia shook her head, chuckling. “Flattery will get you everywhere.”

For dessert, they shared a molten chocolate lava cake, the rich, gooey center oozing onto their plates with each bite. Olivia watched the way Alex licked the spoon clean, a flicker of heat sparking in her gaze. Alex noticed and smirked, leaning in slightly across the table.

“What?” she asked, feigning innocence.

“Nothing,” Olivia said, her voice low. “Just thinking about how I’m the luckiest woman in this room.”

The compliment made Alex blush - a rare sight Olivia always loved.

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By the time they returned to Olivia’s apartment, the air between them was thick with anticipation. The second the door clicked shut, Olivia turned to Alex, pinning her gently against the wall, her lips capturing hers in a kiss that was slow and deliberate, yet laced with hunger. Alex melted into her, her arms wrapping around Olivia’s neck as she pulled her closer.

Clothes were shed in a trail from the door to the bedroom - Olivia’s jacket, Alex’s heels, the delicate necklace that Olivia unclasped with care. Now, Alex was sprawled on the bed, her dress pushed up to her ribs, her breasts exposed and glistening in the soft light of the bedside lamp.

“You’re stunning,” Olivia murmured, her voice rough with desire as she knelt between Alex’s spread thighs. She pressed a kiss to Alex’s knee, her hands sliding up to part her further. Alex’s navy-blue lace panties had been discarded on the way, leaving her bare and exposed to Olivia’s gaze.

“Olivia...” Alex’s voice was a soft plea, her hips tilting upward, seeking contact.

Olivia didn’t make her wait. She leaned in, her tongue flicking over Alex’s clit in a slow, deliberate motion that made Alex gasp. Olivia smirked, her grip tightening on Alex’s thighs as she licked again, this time flattening her tongue to drag it languidly over the sensitive nub.

Alex’s back arched, her hands gripping the sheets as Olivia began to devour her in earnest. When Alex’s hips bucked, Olivia chuckled softly and slipped two fingers inside her, the motion smooth and unrelenting.

“Olivia,” Alex moaned, her voice trembling as her body responded to every movement. Olivia curved her fingers, finding that perfect spot, and Alex cried out, her head falling back against the pillows.

“Come on, baby,” Olivia murmured, her breath warm against Alex’s slick skin. “Let me hear you.”

Alex was trembling now, her thighs quivering as Olivia’s tongue and fingers worked in perfect harmony. She teetered on the edge, gasping Olivia’s name like a mantra until the wave crashed over her, her body shuddering with release.

Olivia didn’t stop, her tongue coaxing Alex through her orgasm, drawing out every last tremor until Alex was boneless beneath her. Finally, Olivia pulled back, trailing kisses up Alex’s stomach and chest before capturing her lips in a slow, tender kiss.

“Happy anniversary,” Olivia whispered, brushing a strand of hair from Alex’s flushed face.

Alex smiled, her fingers tangling in Olivia’s hair as she pulled her close. “Best one yet,” she whispered, and she meant it. "Now it's my turn to taste you."

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LITTLE LIES - E. PRENTISS

ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ Emily Prentiss x Fem Reader ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ

RECAP: You - a confident and composed woman with a hidden life as an escort - find yourself at the centre of a murder investigation after witnessing the aftermath of a client’s death. To protect your secret, you tell your girlfriend, Emily Prentiss, that you were there for a business meeting, a lie she believes. As Emily reassures you and vows to support you through the ordeal, you’re left grappling with guilt and the looming fear that your truth could destroy your relationship and unravel everything you’ve built together.

Beneath the stains of time The feelings disappear You are someone else I'm still right here

What have I become? My sweetest friend Everyone I know goes away In the end

CHAPTER ONE

THE BAU OFFICE HAD a particular hum in the mornings - a steady blend of coffee brewing, keyboards clacking, and muted conversation as the team prepared for the day ahead. This morning, however, that hum was different. It was sharper, heavier, carrying the weight of a new case that had rolled in overnight.

Emily stood in the briefing room, her arms crossed, posture rigid as she stared at the projection screen. Her dark eyes skimmed over the crime scene photos: a sleek, modern office drenched in clean lines and expensive furniture, now marred by splashes of blood on its pristine white marble floor. The victim, Derek Parker, lay face-up in the centre of the room, his lifeless eyes staring at the ceiling. Two clean bullet wounds to his chest were evident, the stark red against his tailored grey suit a testament to the precision of his killer.

Spencer Reid’s voice broke the heavy silence. “Two shots, center mass, fired at close range. The shooter was either very skilled or very confident. Maybe both.”

Emily barely acknowledged him, her gaze fixed on the details of the scene. The polished surroundings, the lack of struggle, it all pointed to a calculated attack. She tapped her fingers against her arm, her mind already running through the possibilities.

“He’s a CEO,” Rossi said, leaning back in his chair as he reviewed the profile forming before them. “Tech startup. Made millions young, then grew the company into a juggernaut. No public scandals, no known criminal activity. On paper, he’s the guy everyone wants to be.”

“Or the guy everyone wants something from,” JJ interjected, flipping through the victim’s file. She tapped her pen against the table as she continued. “According to preliminary interviews, Parker was well-liked but kept his personal life under wraps. The only red flag so far is his client list - it’s long and includes some pretty powerful people.”

“Powerful people often have powerful enemies,” Rossi mused.

“Except this doesn’t feel personal,” Emily said, her voice cutting through the conversation. She gestured to the photo. “Look at the precision. Two shots, no signs of a struggle. The unsub didn’t hesitate, didn’t make a mess. This wasn’t emotional; it was professional.”

JJ nodded. “The police are saying the same thing. The unsub was in and out, no witnesses except one woman who claims she arrived just after the shots were fired.”

Emily felt her chest tighten as JJ brought up the witness. She didn’t need to look at the file to know who it was. She’d come home to you the night before, shaken and pale, as you recounted what little you said you’d seen. Your story had been simple: a business meeting in the same building, running late when you heard the shots and saw the aftermath.

“What do we know about the witness?” Rossi asked, leaning forward slightly.

JJ tapped her folder. “Her name’s [Y/N]. Late twenties, independent consultant, according to her. She was in the building for a meeting with one of Parker’s clients but claims she didn’t know Parker personally. She heard the shots, saw his body, and called the police. She’s been cleared as a suspect, but...”

“There’s always a but,” Rossi said knowingly.

JJ shrugged. “Her story checks out for now, but it’s thin. No one can confirm the details of her meeting or who she was with, and she didn’t recognize the shooter. Either she really didn’t see much, or she’s holding something back.”

Emily’s jaw tightened, and she forced her voice to remain neutral. “She’s not a suspect,” she said firmly. “There’s no evidence tying her to the crime beyond proximity.”

The room went quiet for a beat, JJ and Rossi exchanging a glance before Hotch’s voice broke the tension.

“Emily’s right. Until we have reason to believe otherwise, we treat her as a witness. Our focus should be on Parker. Garcia, what do we have on him?”

Penelope Garcia’s voice piped in from the speakerphone, her usual chipper tone tempered by the gravity of the case. “Well, our dear Derek Parker is a golden boy, at least on paper. Born in a small town, climbed the ladder of success, started a tech company in his early twenties, and turned it into a multimillion-dollar empire. He’s been squeaky clean in public - no scandals, no lawsuits, no nasty breakups. He’s even got a spotless social media presence. If there’s dirt on him, it’s buried deep.”

“Find it,” Hotch said without hesitation. “Dig into his financials, his personal life, everything. Reid, JJ, focus on the unsub’s behaviour and potential motivations. Emily, Rossi, you’re going to the crime scene. I want fresh eyes on this.”

Emily nodded, already grabbing her go-bag from beside her chair. As the team dispersed, she lingered for a moment, her thoughts on you. She’d believed you last night, your fear too raw to fake. But as JJ had spoken, doubt had crept in. Not about your honesty, but about the world you’d stepped into - a world that now seemed far more dangerous than she’d realized.

“Emily,” Rossi said, snapping her out of her thoughts. He was waiting for her by the door, a questioning look in his eyes.

“Coming,” she said quickly, pushing your face to the back of her mind - for now.

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-ˏˋ⋆ 𝐌 𝐀 𝐒 𝐓 𝐄 𝐑 𝐋 𝐈 𝐒 𝐓 ⋆ˊˎ-

EMILY PRENTISS - ONE SHOTS:

LIPS OF AN ANGEL || FEM READER

You've been married to your husband for five years and prided yourself that you're one of the few marriages who hasn't been torn apart by cheating, lies and affairs.

That is until you meet your new boss, Section Unit Chief Emily Prentiss.

EMILY PRENTISS - SERIES:

LITTLE LIES || FEM READER

Emily Prentiss, a seasoned FBI agent with the BAU, has been dating you, a charismatic and confident woman, for months. She’s captivated by your charm, wit, and the air of mystery you carry, but she knows little about your professional life - because you’re an escort, a secret you’ve carefully guarded. Everything changes when one of your clients becomes the target of a violent crime, and you witness the aftermath.

Now, you’re caught between two impossible choices: tell Emily the truth about your work and risk losing her trust, or keep your secret and watch the woman you love unknowingly investigate a case that could destroy everything.

AARON HOTCHNER - ONE SHOTS:

TOUCH || FEM READER - nsfw

You decide to push boundaries, especially Aaron Hotchner, your boss. What start as you being in control, soon turned you doing as you're told by Aaron.

CASEY NOVAK {SVU} - ONE SHOTS:

JUST THE WAY YOU ARE || FEM READER

You noticed that your girlfriend, Casey has been struggling with anxiety and self-doubt over the past week, retreating into herself and feeling overwhelmed. One evening, she finally breaks down, confiding in you about her fears of failing in all aspects of her life.

You comfort her, holding her close and gently stroking her auburn hair. You reassure her by expressing all the things you admire about her.

OLIVIA BENSON x ALEX CABOT {SVU}:

LOVER || CABENSON - slight nsfw

Olivia Benson and Alex Cabot celebrate their three-year anniversary with an intimate, unforgettable evening. Starting with a romantic dinner at Alex’s favorite restaurant, Olivia surprises her with flowers, heartfelt conversation, and shared laughter over memories of their time together. After the perfect date, they return home, where their passion deepens.

ALEX CABOT x CASEY NOVAK {SVU}:

SAY YOU LOVE ME || CALEX - series

Amidst the high-stakes pressures of the legal world, Bureau Chief Alex Cabot and Senior ADA Casey Novak navigate the complexities of their semi-established relationship. Balancing age, power dynamics, and the weight of their demanding careers, the two women face challenges that test their bond.

As their professional and personal lives intertwine, they must learn to trust each other, confront lingering insecurities, and fight for a love as relentless as the justice they seek.

[sweetdreamscabot]

LITTLE LIES - E. PRENTISS

ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ Emily Prentiss x Fem Reader ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ

Emily Prentiss, a seasoned FBI agent with the BAU, has been dating you, a charismatic and confident woman, for months. She’s captivated by your charm, wit, and the air of mystery you carry, but she knows little about your professional life - because you’re an escort, a secret you’ve carefully guarded. Everything changes when one of your clients becomes the target of a violent crime, and you witness the aftermath. Now, you’re caught between two impossible choices: tell Emily the truth about your work and risk losing her trust, or keep your secret and watch the woman you love unknowingly investigate a case that could destroy everything.

Tell me lies, tell me sweet little lies Tell me lies Tell me, tell me lies Oh no-no, you can't disguise You can't disguise No, you can't disguise Tell me lies, tell me sweet little lies

Prologue

THE GLOW OF THE WASHINGTON D.C. skyline spilled into the penthouse, a mesmerizing sea of golden lights against the dark expanse of night. You stood by the window, glass in hand, staring out at the city you’d always thought of as your sanctuary. Tonight, though, it felt suffocating, its endless sprawl a cage you couldn’t escape.

Your reflection in the glass betrayed the turmoil you were trying to suppress. Your hair, once immaculate, was slightly out of place. Your hands trembled faintly, and no matter how much wine you drank, the lump in your throat wouldn’t go away. The night’s events were seared into your mind - blood splattered across pristine marble floors, the chilling sound of a final breath, and the way your pulse had thundered as you realized you were trapped in the aftermath of someone else’s downfall.

The sound of the front door opening jolted you from your spiraling thoughts. You straightened instinctively, setting the glass down on the side table as Emily’s voice reached you.

“I’m home,” she called, her tone heavy with the exhaustion of another grueling day.

You turned just as she stepped into the room. Even after the long hours and the weight of her job, Emily was as striking as ever. Her sharp cheekbones caught the dim light, and her dark eyes, so intense, so knowing - were softened with warmth as she looked at you.

“Hey,” you said, your voice soft but steady enough to pass as normal.

Emily paused, studying you for a moment, her profiler instincts already on high alert. “Hey,” she replied, slipping out of her coat and placing her bag neatly on the chair. “You look... tense. Long day?”

You forced a small smile. “Something like that.”

She walked closer, her presence grounding yet intimidating in a way that always left you a little breathless. “I’d say the same for me,” she said, leaning against the counter. “We caught a big case downtown. Murder at one of those high-rise offices. It’s messy.”

Your stomach dropped, but you kept your expression neutral. “Messy how?”

Emily hesitated, her brow furrowing as she considered how much to share. “We’ve got a witness, but the circumstances don’t add up. It’s... complicated.”

The words hit you like a punch to the chest. You fought to keep your breathing steady, the pieces of the night falling into a pattern that led directly to her. Of course it was her case. Of course you couldn’t avoid this.

“That sounds... intense,” you managed, your voice just steady enough to sound believable.

Emily tilted her head, her sharp gaze fixing on you. “What’s going on?” she asked gently. “You’ve been off since I walked in.”

This was the moment. The lie you’d been rehearsing all evening had to land perfectly. If it didn’t, the delicate balance you’d built between your life and hers would crumble.

You sighed, letting your shoulders sag just enough to appear vulnerable. “I didn’t want to say anything, but... I was downtown earlier. For a business meeting.” You hesitated, just enough to let her fill in the blanks, before continuing. “I think I might’ve seen something. The police said it could be related to your case.”

Emily straightened, her expression shifting to a mix of concern and urgency. “You were the witness?”

You nodded, wrapping your arms around yourself as if to ward off a chill. “I didn’t realize until later. It all happened so fast. I didn’t even know how to explain it.”

Emily stepped closer, her hands finding your arms in a grounding gesture. Her touch was warm, steadying, and it made the ache in your chest worse. “Why didn’t you call me? You know you can always come to me about anything, no matter what it is.”

“I didn’t want to bother you,” you said, your voice trembling just enough to sell the lie. “And I wasn’t sure if it was... relevant.”

Her dark eyes softened, and she pulled you into an embrace, her arms wrapping securely around you. “You’re never a bother,” she murmured. “If you saw something, it’s important. You’re important.”

You buried your face in her shoulder, closing your eyes against the wave of guilt crashing over you. The lie had worked. For now. But as her hand gently stroked your back and she whispered reassurances in your ear, you felt the cracks in your world widening.

Emily thought you were at a business meeting. She didn’t know about the truth you’d hidden so carefully, that you weren’t just another professional downtown, but an escort, meeting a client in that very building. She didn’t know how close your two worlds had come to colliding.

And as she whispered, “We’ll get through this together,” all you could think about was the razor-thin line you were walking. If Emily ever found out the truth - not just about the murder, but about who you really were - everything you’d built together could shatter in an instant.

CHAPTER ONE of LITTLE LIES

[sweetdreamscabot]

JUST THE WAY YOU ARE - C. NOVAK

ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ Casey Novak x Fem Reader ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ

You noticed that your girlfriend, Casey has been struggling with anxiety and self-doubt over the past week, retreating into herself and feeling overwhelmed. One evening, she finally breaks down, confiding in you about her fears of failing in all aspects of her life. You comfort her, holding her close and gently stroking her auburn hair. You reassure her by expressing all the things you admire about her.

I would not leave you in times of trouble We never could have come this far, mmm I took the good times, I'll take the bad times I'll take you just the way you are

THE PAST WEEK HAD been difficult. You noticed it in the small things first - Casey coming home a little quieter, her usual vibrant energy dimmed. She’d smile at you, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. She’d always been good at putting on a brave face, especially after long days in court, but you could see the cracks forming, the way her shoulders slumped ever so slightly, the distant look in her eyes when she thought you weren’t watching.

Each evening, you tried to bring a bit of lightness to her day—cooking her favorite meals, suggesting movie nights, or just sitting together in comfortable silence. Still, you could feel her retreating into herself, the weight of whatever was troubling her pressing down more heavily as the days passed.

Tonight, it all came to a head. You found her sitting on the couch, her hands clenched in her lap, her gaze fixed on some distant point. The tension in the air was palpable. You sat beside her, gently taking her hands in yours.

“Casey, talk to me,” you urged softly, your thumb brushing over the back of her hand. “What’s going on?”

Her lips trembled, and for a moment, it seemed like she might brush it off again. But then, her defenses crumbled. Her breath hitched, and tears welled in her eyes, spilling over as she finally let go of the burden she’d been carrying.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I feel like… like I’m failing. In court, at home, everywhere. I try so hard to be strong, to keep it all together, but I just… I can’t.”

Her words broke your heart. You pulled her into your arms, holding her tightly as she sobbed against your shoulder. You let her cry, your fingers gently stroking her auburn hair, offering silent reassurance through your touch.

After a while, her sobs quieted, and she clung to you as if you were her lifeline. You pressed a kiss to her forehead, your voice soft but firm. “Casey, you’re not failing. You’re human. You’re allowed to feel overwhelmed, to struggle. It doesn’t make you any less incredible.”

You held her face gently, making sure she met your gaze. “You’re the strongest person I know. The way you fight for justice, the way you care for others - it’s awe-inspiring. But you don’t have to do it all alone. I’m here, Casey. Always.”

Her eyes searched yours, filled with vulnerability and gratitude. “I just… I feel so lost sometimes.”

“I know,” you whispered, brushing a tear from her cheek. “But you’re not alone. We’ll get through this together. One step at a time.”

A faint smile touched her lips, the storm in her eyes beginning to calm. You kissed her softly, letting her feel the depth of your love and support. As you held her close, you knew this was just one moment in a journey, but it was a step forward, and you would be there for her every step of the way.

You gently cradled Casey in your arms, her body slowly relaxing against yours. The warmth of her nestled close filled you with a sense of purpose, knowing that your presence was helping to ease her pain, even if just a little.

“Casey,” you murmured, pressing your lips against her forehead, lingering there as if to transfer all your love through that simple gesture. “You have no idea how much I admire you. The way you carry yourself, even when you’re feeling like this, is incredible. You have this strength that draws people in, makes them believe in you.”

She let out a soft, shaky breath, her head still resting on your shoulder. You could feel the tension leaving her bit by bit, like a storm finally starting to settle.

“And you know what else I love?” you continued, your voice a gentle melody in the quiet room. “It’s how, even after the toughest days, you always find a way to show kindness. Whether it’s a quick smile, a thoughtful word, or just being there for someone else. It’s one of the many things that made me fall in love with you.”

You felt her shift slightly, her arms tightening around your waist as if she needed to be as close as possible. You stroked her hair, the auburn strands soft between your fingers, your touch tender and soothing.

“And your laugh,” you added, a smile in your voice. “God, your laugh is the best sound in the world. It’s like the sun breaking through the clouds, lighting up everything around you. It’s impossible not to smile when I hear it.”

A faint giggle escaped her lips, muffled against your neck, and it made your heart soar. It was a small victory, a sign that maybe, just maybe, she was beginning to feel a little lighter.

“You mean everything to me, Casey,” you whispered, pulling back just enough to look into her eyes. “And I’ll be here, through every high and every low. You don’t have to face anything alone, okay?”

Her eyes shimmered with unshed tears, but there was a softness there now, a glimmer of hope. “I love you,” she whispered, her voice filled with emotion.

“I love you too,” you replied, leaning in to kiss her gently, a kiss filled with promise and devotion. “Always.”

You stayed like that for a while, wrapped up in each other, the world outside fading away. In that moment, all that mattered was the love you shared, a love strong enough to weather any storm.

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LIPS OF AN ANGEL - E. PRENTISS

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𖤐.ᐟ Emily Prentiss x Fem Reader ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ

ִYou've been married to your husband for five years and prided yourself that you're one of the few marriages who hasn't been torn apart by cheating, lies and affairs. That is until you meet your new boss, Section Unit Chief Emily Prentiss.

It sounds so sweet Coming from the lips of an angel Hearing those words, it makes me weak And I never wanna say goodbye But, girl, you make it hard to be faithful With the lips of an angel

THE OFFICE WAS QUIET, the usual hum of activity replaced by the ticking of the wall clock. The dim glow of desk lamps cast long shadows, giving the space an intimate, almost secretive feel. You glanced at the clock, noting how late it had gotten. Most of your team had long since left, but you and Section Unit Chief Emily Prentiss remained, buried in paperwork.

You had joined the Behavioral Analysis Unit (BAU) as a senior agent a little over a year ago. After years of working in field offices, honing your skills in profiling and criminal psychology, you were thrilled to finally be part of the elite team. The transition had been smooth, and you quickly found your place among the seasoned agents. But everything changed when Emily Prentiss was promoted to Section Unit Chief. She was new to the role but commanded respect effortlessly, her reputation preceding her.

Emily sat across from you, her brow furrowed as she concentrated on the files in front of her. There was an intensity in her eyes, one you had always admired. But tonight, there was something else. A tension simmered in the air, unspoken yet palpable.

You caught her looking at you, her gaze lingering longer than usual. A small, almost imperceptible smile played on her lips. You felt a rush of warmth, your heart quickening in response.

For five years, you had been married. You prided yourself on being part of a rare group, a marriage untouched by cheating, lies, and affairs. It was something you cherished, something that gave you a sense of stability in a world full of uncertainties. You had always believed you were immune to temptation, your loyalty unshakeable.

Until Emily.

"Late night, huh?" you said, your voice softer than intended.

Emily leaned back in her chair, stretching slightly. "Yeah, but it’s nothing we can’t handle," she replied, her eyes never leaving yours. There was a flicker of something deeper in her expression - curiosity, maybe even desire.

The silence that followed was thick, charged with an energy neither of you could ignore. Without thinking, you stood up and walked around the desk, stopping just a few inches from her. She looked up at you, her breath hitching slightly.

"Emily..." you whispered, unsure of how to continue.

Before you could second-guess yourself, she stood, closing the distance between you. Her hands reached for your face, her touch gentle but deliberate. Her lips met yours, soft and tentative at first. The initial contact sent a shiver down your spine, the warmth of her breath mingling with yours.

The kiss deepened, growing more urgent with each passing second. Your lips parted slightly, inviting her in. When her tongue touched yours, it was like an electric current shot through your body, igniting every nerve ending. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of desire and vulnerability that left you breathless.

Her hands slid from your face to your shoulders, then down to your waist, pulling you closer. Your bodies pressed together, the heat between you intensifying. The taste of her was intoxicating, a perfect blend of sweetness and something uniquely her. You lost yourself in the moment, your hands exploring the curves of her body, feeling the soft fabric of her blouse beneath your fingertips.

Each movement was deliberate, yet filled with an almost desperate need. The way her tongue moved against yours was both gentle and assertive, creating a rhythm that left you craving more. You could feel her heartbeat quicken, matching the rapid pace of your own.

Time seemed to stand still as you melted into each other. The world outside the office faded away, leaving only the two of you, connected in a way that felt both natural and inevitable. The kiss was more than just physical; it was an unspoken confession of the feelings you had both been suppressing for too long.

When you finally pulled apart, your foreheads rested together, both of you breathing heavily. Emily’s eyes searched yours, a mixture of satisfaction, desire, and something deeper—perhaps relief that the unspoken had finally been acknowledged.

"No regrets?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"None," you replied, a soft smile spreading across your lips.

She nodded, her own smile mirroring yours. "Good," she said. "Because I don’t, either."

You both knew things would be complicated moving forward, but in that moment, it didn’t matter. For the first time in a long while, you felt truly alive. The boundaries you once thought unbreakable had shifted, and while guilt lingered at the edges, it was overpowered by the undeniable connection you shared with Emily.