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kj-1130 · 4 years ago

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conceal pt2

emily prentiss x daughter!reader

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JJ had taken away all of your books as well as your laptop and left you with some art supplies and a sketchbook. She said that you were going to run yourself dry with everything you were doing and forced you to take a break.

You stared at the paper and it seemed to glare back--taunting you with its emptiness.

“Ooh, what do we have here?”

You came into the living room with your hands behind your back, a surprise ready for your mom.

Handing her the paper, she analyzed it with a fond eye. You sat beside her on the couch and began explaining the drawing.

“We had to draw a picture of something we love.”

“Yeah? And what did you draw?”

You pointed to the paper with a large smile.

“Momma, that’s you, silly!”

Emily’s eyes grew wetter as she stared at her daughter. She pulled you into her lap and kissed your temple.

“My little artist.”

A knock. That’s what broke the non-existent staring contest. Looking up, your gaze was caught with JJ’s crystal blue eyes. They reminded you of the ocean--a day at the beach.

You always liked her eyes.

But you liked your mom’s eyes more.

Maybe that’s why you liked chocolate and the color brown so much.

“Come on. We need to head to the BAU.”

The woman watched as you slowly scooted off the bed, purposefully tossing the sketchbook on the ground.

You followed her to the car and sat in silence as she drove.

“This isn’t the way.”

You were simply ignored as she continued down the familiar street.

The car was parked and you stared at the building with disgust.

“I don’t wanna be here.”

It was the most you had said in these past few months. It was the most emotion you expressed.

“Go inside.”

You looked at her with a blank expression.

“For me. Please.”

Begrudgingly, you unbuckled your seat belt and dragged yourself to the front door. It was already unlocked so you pushed the door open, hoping not to collapse from the onslaught of emotions that were creeping up on you.

There was movement coming from in the kitchen which put you on alert.

“Which one is this?”

“That’s the salt, we need sugar.”

You put the container of salt down, grabbing the one right next to it.

“Why don’t you just leave them in the containers they come in?”

Your mom stopped stirring and looked up before shrugging her shoulders.

“I guess I just like to be extra sometimes.”

The two of you shared a laugh before Emily went back to mixing. When she was finished, she handed you the spoon to lick the brownie batter off.

“How is it.”

You gave her a thumbs up while continuing to lick the chocolate-y goodness.

Footsteps. Footsteps broke you out of your daydream.

Why were there footsteps?

No one is supposed to be here.

She steps out.

No.

She is supposed to be dead.

She’s not supposed to be here.

She steps forward.

You take a step back.

Her arms are wide open.

You shake your head.

It’d be so easy just to-

No.

She’s not even here.

It’s not even real.

But it seems so real.

Why? Why does your mind do this to you?

Why did she have to go in the first place?

Her arms are still wide open.

You want to just run and jump into her arms.

Her warm, comforting arms.

And look into her chocolate brown eyes that you loved so much simply because they were hers.

You always wanted to take a look at her eyes one more time.

But you couldn’t.

Because she’s not here.

“I’m here.”

You shake your head.

You want to get out. You need to get out.

“Yes, I am. I’m here."

“No you’re not,” you cried. “You’re gonna be gone when I open my eyes. Just like all the other times.”

“I promise; I’m here. I’m real,” she coaxed gently.

Sometimes, sloths think their arms are tree branches and they’ll grab onto them, leading them to fall to their doom.

That’s what you felt like. A sloth of all things.

Because you thought that the moment you were convinced any of this was real, you’d fall to your own doom.

One that involved a life without the team.

One that made you wake up and realize that Emily really was gone.

Because if you grabbed on to Emily, only to realize that she wasn’t there, that made it all real.

And you didn’t quite want it to be real yet.

But it was just so tempting.

Her body wash was something you craved to smell. The scent of the lotion she used.

So you decided to reach.

And hope that this branch was real.

Tears flew out before you could stop them.

You couldn’t remember the last time you cried--hell even cracked a smile.

But it didn’t matter right now. Because right now, all that mattered was that you could smell the lavender lotion she always used.

You could look into her brown eyes instead of chocolate as a reference.

You could feel the warmth that radiated off of her body.

She wasn’t dead.

And as much as you feel betrayed right now, you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

Because she was here.

And you hoped and hoped that you could hug her for all of eternity.

“Sweetheart, I’m home!”

You came tumbling down stairs and into her arms.

“Momma!”

Watch movies with her for all of eternity.

“This movie makes no sense,” you said grabbing a handful of popcorn.

Emily shrugs and pays attention to the screen.

“Well we can make fun of it together then.”

Make brownies with her for all of eternity.

You gasped as your mom wiped a smudge of batter on your nose with an innocent look on her face.

You chuckled and grabbed a handful of flour.

“Oh it’s on!”

And listen to her voice for all of eternity.

“I’m here, my little artist.”

You would hold on just a little tighter.

“I’m not leaving. Not again.”

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sapphicmsmarvel · 4 years ago

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Dating Emily Prentiss

LOOK AT HER SMILE.

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-You guys started dating about three months after Emily joined the team.

-She was very hesitant about starting a new relationship so soon after moving to a new place and getting a fresh start.

-And she strived to be taken seriously and was worried about being judged about her sexuality and who she dated.

-Then you came back from a weekend at pride in new york.

-And she saw how supportive the team was towards you, how open you could be with your sexuality.

-Hotch even asked to see the photos which you happily showed them.

-Then Garcia told her how you had been out to them since the start of your career there. How you didn’t want to hide anything.

-And while that made her nervous, being totally out, you were worth it to her. She would never forgive herself if she had never asked you out.

-You, of course, said yes.

-She had no clue where to take you, her apartment wasn’t set up, she had no idea where the hell to even go for dinner as she had never been out.

-She went to Reid, who else would have all the places in the city memorized?

-He recommended a chinese place, you loved chinese and you two had been to many dinners there after the premiere of every single superhero movie that came out so he thought it was perfect for you and Emily.

-The date went phenomenal, you went on a few more before you officially asked for her to be your girlfriend.

-She spends the night at your place the most, says it feels more like home.

-Emily cooks and you bake.

-You guys definitely do that cliche thing of dancing in the kitchen, and when she cooks you rest your head against her back and put your arms around her waist.

-She calls you her nerd. You’re a female version of Reid. Always spitting facts, always seen with a book in your hand, everyone (who isn’t on your team) underestimates you, just like Reid. You two love proving people wrong.

-You aren’t subtle about your love for each other. You don't shy away from it.

-People are usually shocked to see two fbi agents in the same team dating, especially since you’re both women.

-You come across quite a few homophobic people. Countless people asked you both on dates and you said you were in a relationship with each other.

-After work on fridays if you’re home is designated Late Night Friday

-Late Night Fridays are nights that consist of movie marathons, cozy pajamas, take out and a pullout couch sleepover.

-You guys LOVE reality TV, especially the cooking shows they always have the best entertainment.

-You’re very artsy and you throw yourself into projects quite a bit. She has to remind you to go to bed and if you won’t or you’re in the project too deep, she’ll sleep on the couch in your office. Or she’ll just read a book until she dozes off.

-Museum dates! You two go to the smithsonian's all the time, and a couple of others. Just walking through or taking pictures when you’re allowed.

-You got her more into the Pride Scene. Introducing her to girl in red, Hayley Kiyoko, Little Mix, Todrick Hall, etc.

(if y’all want a pride playlist i have one on my spotify, booksnotlooks13)

-Taking Emily to her first pride was the cutest thing, she was so excited. You guys made a whole trip to New York out of it.

-She has a photo from it on her desk, the photo is of you two in front of the statue of liberty, with the ocean in the back. Both of you decked out in pride clothes with a flag wrapped around your shoulders.

-And in New York, you guys went to the color factory, museum of ice cream and more! Emily’s background on her phone is one from the color factory. It was just you, you were in your favorite colored room and smiling a big cheesy smile. It was her favorite.

-You take Emily to farmers markets, and art fairs. She loves art fairs especially.

-You guys love supporting local businesses, you’ve always thought that people should support the locals and it was a nice thing to do together. Shopping is always fun when it’s you and Emily.

-Emily is definitely a sugar momma type person, she buys you shit all. The. Time. You mention wanting to go to a restaurant and you guys go the next night, you mention a new book release and she puts it on her calendar so she can buy it for you on release day, or she preorders it.

-For your one year anniversary, she bought you a necklace with your birthstone. You bought her a tennis bracelet. Both pieces were simple, elegant and sleek, you could wear them to work easily, that way you had a piece of each other on the field.

-She’s very meticulous and anal. Nobody would really expect that with her but she was. Everything was organized by color in her closet, she kept a planner with every single important date and event. She never messed up her sleep schedule when she could help it.

-You guys loved trying new alcohols together, if the team ever wanted to try a new alcohol they’d go to your house first because duh, you’d have it.

-You two built an amazing life together, one with ease and comfort. As well as security and love. You’d never trade it, for anything.

-She’s your soulmate.

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gaelic-symphony · 3 years ago

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I love this and can't wait to read more of it!

Tastes Like Sugar

Story alert! Hi guys, I'm back at it again. I'd like to give a special thanks to @milfprotector for helping me come up with a title, @sadgirlml for helping me with the header (you're always amazing at moodboards), and @will-on-the-internet for helping me with developing Emily's interests.

Summary: India Mae, or Indi, is a music major, struggling to pay bills, tuition, work, and make good grades. Emily Prentiss is a BAU profiler, as well as a DC socialite thanks to her huge family fortune. The two enter into a mutually beneficial arrangement: Emily will pay for Indi's school if Indi accompanies Emily to her social functions for a few months, posing as her girlfriend. As weeks go by, the lines between their arrangement and their true feelings start to blur. But money can't buy love, right?

Pairing: India Mae Banks x Emily Prentiss; OC x Emily Prentiss

Warnings: eventual smut; sugar baby relationships; age gap (16 years - but all over 18)

Word Count: 1.5k

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Chapter 1 - Seeking Arrangements

My keys clattered on the counter, ringing out in the silence of my shabby, shared apartment. I let my bag fall off my shoulder, books thudding against the floor. Today sucked. Not only did my professor keep me late to work on my recital piece, I was exhausted from waiting on tables all evening. It seemed each table was more demanding than the last. I hadn't eaten dinner, and I just wanted to shower and go to bed. I quickly popped some leftovers in the microwave and sat down to check my email.

An email from the Bursar's Office caught my attention. I clicked it immediately and my stomach plummeted to the floor. "BALANCE DUE: $3,272.18" How was this possible?? It was the middle of the semester, and my scholarships had already been applied. I scrolled down for an explanation. The email said I had been awarded a new scholarship; my loans were, apparently, reduced because my scholarship exceeded the cost of tuition. I grabbed my computer out of my bag and logged into my financial aid portal. How was it possible that being awarded a scholarship would cost me money? Could I send it back?

After such a horrible day, this was the last straw. I was busting my ass to make ends meet and was struggling to keep up with my courses. In addition to my general requirements, I had HOURS of practice every day for my music degree. And then I had to work on top of that. I felt like I was drowning. Tears flooded down my face without my permission, and after the first few, I couldn't stop them. I started sobbing uncontrollably, unsure how I could possibly make over three thousand dollars in two weeks when the bill was due.

"Oh!" Penelope, my roommate, gasped in the doorway, keys hanging from her finger. "Oh Indi! What happened??" she asked rushing over. She immediately put her arm around my shoulder.

"I don't know how I'm supposed to pay this!" I wailed.

"Pay what, sugar?" she asked, always so patient.

I pointed to my computer screen. "I just got this surprise scholarship but then they reduced my loans, but they already gave me a refund on my loans, so now I owe the school $3,300! I can't pay that Pen! I'm barley making my rent payments."

"Oh that's fucked," she commiserated.

"I know!!" I started sobbing again. "I was barely going to make it to August when next semester's loans hit. I can't make it through the summer at this rate. Even if I work my ass off this summer."

"I thought you were working on your music this summer."

"That was the plan," I said dejectedly, "But if all of my savings have to go to this stupid bill, I'll have to find a job."

"You need a sugar momma." I just stared at her and raised an eyebrow. "I'm serious! Hear me out," she urged.

"Come on, Penelope! You know that doesn't work out in real life. That's just for movies."

She scoffed, "There are real life sugar mommas, Indi."

"I know that, but it isn't as glamorous as you might think. It would be hard enough to find a sugar daddy that 1) actually had money, and 2) wasn't disgusting. What in the world makes you think I can find a gay woman to do that?"

"I think you'd have more success than you think. Any woman would be lucky to have you as their sugar baby. Think about it! You don't like a lot of stuff…except for your ratty books, I suppose. You'd be a sugar momma's dream!"

I laughed, wiping the tears from my eyes. Penelope always knew how to make me feel better. "No way, Pen. I appreciate the pep talk, but I'll figure this out on my own."

"Fine. Figure this out yourself but get online anyway. You deserve to find happiness and love."

"Woah!" I protested, "When did love come into play? I thought you wanted me to find a sugar momma."

"That'd be fine too." Pity overran her eyes as she said, "I just worry about you. You're always so alone. You haven't dated since Hunter-"

"Pen!" I interrupted.

"And you NEED to get back out there," she continued. "I don't want you to be lonely."

"I'm focusing on school. My schedule is so crazy with this recital coming up and working enough to pay my share of the bills."

"And that means the only plans you can have on Friday and Saturday nights is burying your nose in a book?" That one stung a bit. A true romantic, I was always lost in my books. Even as a kid, the universes created in my books were always preferable to real life. And now, I could never settle for anything less than the perfect love story. I didn't think it was a shortcoming until hearing Penelope say that out loud.

I sighed and grabbed all my stuff. "Never gonna happen, Penelope."

"Wait - India! I'm sorry."

"Don't worry about it, Pen; you're not wrong. I'm just tired. I'll see you tomorrow," I finished as I was closing the door to my room. I immediately fell on my bed, exhausted and confused. Was it really so bad to want true love? Sure, I had tried the casual hookup thing before - who didn't in college? But it wasn't for me. I couldn't ever follow through because sex was supposed to mean something. Which is why Penelope was right. I did find myself alone most Friday and Saturday nights.

I was a bit embarrassed. Even if I did find someone who I could stomach being with, I was so inexperienced. I'd only had one girlfriend - one sexual partner. If I did find a sugar momma, how could I possibly be enough for an older, more experienced woman? But that bill hung heavy on my mind. Before I even knew what I was doing, I had google open searching for the best sugar baby website.

I scrolled through several and finally settled on one and hit "sign up." Jesus Christ what was I doing? Paying the bills. Who cares if you whore yourself out to complete school?

It initially asked for a bio and a profile picture. I silently thanked Penelope for insisting on always taking my picture when I looked nice. Though I had always complained about it before, I had three good ones to choose from thanks to her. I also included a video from my last piano recital. I never felt beautiful except when I was behind the big piano. I could hide behind music. To fully capture myself, I took a last "candid" picture with the timer on my computer of me reading.

Before I could think twice about it and chicken out, I hit "create." No going back now. If I'm gonna do this thing, I'm gonna do it. I started to scroll through all the profiles. When I only saw men, I was disheartened. But then I remembered I was supposed to change the filters. I quickly turned off all men and my home screen was now flooded with older women. As I began scrolling, I quickly discovered it was exactly as I had previously thought. There was no one worth getting excited over.

And then my breath caught in my throat. I prayed to every god I could think of that this profile was real because she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen in my life. Her black bangs framed knowing, smiling eyes surrounded by crow's feet. My finger unconsciously moved the cursor over and clicked on "View Emily's Profile." It wasn't even a choice.

My eyes bulged at her net worth and annual income. Jeez! How was it possible to have that much money? Someone that beautiful and rich? Life was cruelly unfair sometimes. Her profile was pretty basic; there weren't a lot of details. Her bio simply read, "Emily, 38, seeking companionship and dates." I could provide companionship and dates for money. Dates weren't whoring yourself out, right? It made me feel marginally better about what I was doing.

Was sixteen years too large an age gap? Would we have anything in common? Could I really allow myself and my time to be sold to some stranger? But as I looked back at her eyes and soft smile, I realized that yes, yes I could. There was something intriguing about her. I couldn't put my finger on what it was exactly. I just knew that I wanted to know more about her. What would someone like her be doing on a site like this? Surely she didn't have trouble finding someone in real life? What was she hiding? Or lying about?

Despite my reservations, I clicked the "like" button and hoped she would like me back so we could start a conversation. And for another few minutes I stared at her picture, desperately wishing Emily could be the savior to pull me out of this financial mess.

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leftoverenvy · 2 years ago

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Tastes Like Sugar (ch. 6)

Pairing: India Mae Banks x Emily Prentiss; OC x Emily Prentiss

Warnings: eventual smut; sugar baby relationships; age gap (16 years - but all over 18)

Word Count: 2.9k

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Chapter 6 - Special Delivery

Emily and I briefly discussed a move-in date, but she was called away on a case. Again. I was going to have to get used to her always being gone. She made it bearable by texting me when she could during the day, and she tried to call me every night. It didn't always happen – especially when she was on the west coast for a case – but I appreciated her effort.

Unfortunately, it had been two days since we had spoken. She always sent her good morning text, but because she was in California, I didn't receive it until I was already in my morning class. I was shocked to receive a phone call late in the afternoon while on my way home. I didn't want to be distracted by the walk home, so I sat on the nearest bench to take her call.

"Hi!" I answered excitedly. "I'm surprised to hear from you this early."

"I'm foregoing lunch." I frowned both at what she said and how much exhaustion I could hear in her voice.

"Em..."

"I miss you too much." I immediately relaxed. She knew just what to say to make me complacent. "Besides-" Silence.

"Hello? Em?" I asked. I pulled the phone away from my face and sighed. The call had dropped. I quickly dialed her again and the call finally connected. "Sorry Em, I think the call dropped. I have no idea what you were just about to tell me."

She laughed, "I thought maybe that was your way of telling me my story was boring."

"No way. I love your stories," I admitted.

"Okay well I only have a few more minutes and then we have to get back to work. I want to hear all about your day, and I guess yesterday too. I can't believe how busy I've been. I'm very sorry, Indi."

I reassured her, "It's no problem, Emily. I don't expect you to talk to me 24/7. I do miss you though," I admitted. There was no response. Not again. I felt my phone buzz with her incoming call.

"I'm so sorry!" I answered.

"Well I'm sorry I'm traveling and the connection is spotty. I guess it's better than nothing, though," she responded.

"Actually," I conceded, "It could very well be my phone. I have the shittiest GoPhone."

"It's 2022! What the hell are you doing with a GoPhone?" She chuckled.

"I know, I just-" I paused, embarrassed. Quietly, ashamed, I continued, "This is what I can afford right now..."

I could almost hear Emily's mirth deflate. "I'm so sorry, Indi. I didn't mean to be insensitive."

"It's fine," I dismissed. "Maybe I should get a sugar momma or something," I teased.

She laughed loudly and hearing her carefree happiness made me feel warm. I was glad I could bring a little joy to her day. I only wished I could be there to see her twinkling eyes and wide grin. "What a cunning young woman you are. I pity the sugar momma subject to your charms, Miss Banks."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked in mock outrage.

She chuckled again. "Only that you are a dangerous, dangerous creature."

I heard a muffled conversation and her sigh. "I have to go," she complained.

"I'm sorry the calls dropped, and we had to waste time with that," I said sheepishly.

"We'll make it work, I promise. I'll try my hardest to call you later. I miss hearing your sleepy voice before bed." I swooned. I don't know what her intention was with that comment, but it did nothing but awaken butterflies in my stomach.

"Prentiss!" I heard break through the line.

"I'm coming Morgan!" Emily shouted back, "Just give me a second!"

"Don't get in trouble on my account. We can talk later, okay? Go save the world."

She exhaled deeply. "Okay. Have a good afternoon, India."

"You too." And she hung up. I smiled down at my phone like a sap. I hoped she didn't make a habit of skipping lunch, but it was nice that she prioritized me during her lunch hour. I felt special.

On my walk home, I couldn't help but think how easy it all was. It had never been this effortless with a person before. Could contractually outlining the expectations of the relationship be the ticket? Maybe Emily was onto something when she chose this over dating. And maybe this ease would dissipate as soon as I moved in, but I was sure as hell going to enjoy it now.

I decided I wanted to be ready to move in as soon as Emily was ready for me. When I got home, I began packing up my stuff. I didn't have much that needed to come. A lot of my clothes were way too ratty and casual to come with me; Emily deserved me at my best. Actually, Emily deserved better than me, but somehow she chose me. I made piles of clothes: 'bring,' 'leave here,' and 'ask Penelope.' My process was interrupted by a knock on the door.

I looked through the peephole to discover a delivery man. Maybe Penelope ordered something. It wasn't the first time I pretended to be her to accept a package. I opened the door.

"Miss India Banks?"

"Uh-" I didn't know how to respond. "I didn't order anything."

"Are you India Banks?" he asked impatiently.

"I am."

"Then sign here," he said holding out an electronic pad. I looked at him dumbly for a few more seconds and his eyes narrowed. He clearly hated me or his job – or both. I quickly signed, and he thrust a box in my hands. Before I could say anything else, he turned on his heel and briskly walked away. What the hell?

I plopped down on a kitchen chair, already ripping at the tape on the box. I pulled out plastic bubble wrap and packing peanuts to reveal a brand-new iPhone. No no no. This was too much. I couldn't accept this. How had she arranged this so quickly?

I quickly moved through the welcome instructions, grabbed my phone, and saved her number in the new phone. I knew she was working but didn't care – I called her anyway.

"Hello Miss Banks." Of course she already knew this new number.

"Why so formal?"

"I'm currently on a case," she answered simply. I knew that – why was she telling me that? And then it dawned on me.

"Ahh, you aren't alone."

"No."

"Well I'll be quick. I was just calling to ask how I can send this back," I said referring to the phone.

"You cannot."

I huffed. "Emily-"

"Don't," she interrupted. "Hang on. Lemme just-" I heard a door close, and then things were much quieter on her end. "It's a gift, India."

"It's unnecessary," I protested.

"I don't see it that way." She was obnoxiously calm about this. Like she hadn't just dropped several hundred dollars on a phone for me.

I rolled my eyes. "Of course you don't," I said a bit sourly.

"It's necessary when I can't speak to you because our calls are always dropping." I felt embarrassed by my shortcomings. I felt inadequate for her. I couldn't even have a good enough phone for Emily. "Look," she continued, "I think this is a learning experience. I want to be able to provide you with what you need. I thought we agreed to try this out..."

"We did," I agreed.

"Okay, so part of this arrangement is that I provide for you and give you gifts," she reminded.

"But we haven't really started the arrangement because you were called on a case. I haven't moved in yet."

"So what?" she asked. "We need to get to know each other, wouldn't you agree?"

"Yes," I affirmed shortly.

"And part of getting to know each other is talking on the phone while I'm away on a case, right?"

"I suppose." Now I was just being petulant.

She ignored it. "So don't you think that's a little difficult if your phone doesn't work?"

She had a good point, and if she had the money, I shouldn't let my own insecurities be what got in the way here. She was right; I was being stupid. "Yes," I ceded. "I'm sorry, Em. It's a learning curve. It just caught me off guard. Even when my parents were alive, this isn't really how I lived. I'm not used to...having nice things, being taken care of. Be patient with me, please?"

"Of course, baby. Are we good?"

"Yes," I whispered.

"Okay. I'll call you later; I have to work now."

"Em?" I quickly asked before she could hang up.

"Yes, Indi?"

"Thank you," I said genuinely. I had never had such a nice phone. And it felt nice to be taken care of like that.

"You're welcome, baby." I thrilled at the pet name. I shouldn't like it that much. I was only her temporary baby, hers for a brief time. The thought did nothing to lessen my smile.

"India! I'm home!" I heard Penelope call from the living room. I heard her heels clack through the apartment, increasing in volume as she approached my room. "What's this?" she asked from my doorway, pointing to the explosion of clothes everywhere in my room.

"I'm so glad you're home! Remember how Emily and I decided to do this whole thing?" She smirked and nodded. "Well I didn't tell you this yet, but one of her conditions is that I move in with her."

She gasped. "What?! You're moving out?"

"No! Just staying with her for a few months. Don't worry, I'll still pay rent" – or Emily will – "and I'll come home every now and then. But Pen! I have no good clothes that are worthy of being in her circles!"

Her face broke out in a huge, shit-eating grin. "Do you know what this means?" she asked. When I shook my head, she started bouncing up and down. "It means one last girls' weekend!! Shopping and drinks. Don't say no! Who knows when I'll see you next."

"Laying it on a bit thick, Pen. I wasn't even going to say no this time."

She clapped her hands together and squealed. "Let's go! We're wasting precious minutes!"

Penelope dragged me to nearly every store in the mall. I had to reign her in because I didn't have much to spend. But even having nicer jeans, a few sun dresses, and more blouses made me feel so much better. She also made me buy new shoes. Apparently mine weren't sophisticated. I don't know if she knew what a hot button that would be, but it did the trick. I went way over budget because Emily deserved someone who looked good.

She pulled me towards Victoria's Secret. "Penelope!" I objected. "I'm already over budget. Besides, she isn't even going to see what's under my clothes. I don't need to go in there." Frankly, the thought of buying sexy underwear freaked me out.

"I wouldn't be so sure," she said in a sing-songy voice.

"It isn't like that," I insisted.

"Oh I'll just bet it will be like that," she teased. "Don't think I didn't notice you two eye-fucking as soon as you saw each other." My cheeks flamed in embarrassment. I didn't realize we had been so obvious. "Please, Indi. It will be my treat. You NEED this. Trust me."

Somehow I didn't think I really had a true choice. We were doing this, no matter how embarrassing it would be for me. Thankfully, she only made me grab a few things – "essentials" she called them. I had no idea how black lace that I would have no hope of getting on myself was "essential," but complicity got me out of there faster.

Shopping took way more out of me than I wanted to admit. I begged Penelope for a nice movie night where we could just sit on the couch in our pajamas. She agreed on the condition that we go to our favorite bar the next day.

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Emily must have been busy chasing after bad guys because I hadn't heard from her since her usual good morning text. I expected her to be back in DC by now. It had been over a week on this case. I was anxious to move in and get everything started. I was anxious to see her again.

Penelope dressed me in a revealing dress: tight, short, low-cut. It was my worst nightmare. And then she pulled out 6" heels. After much protesting, I lost to Penelope's whims. Even I had to admit how good I looked. Maybe with the right clothes and attitude I could fool those in Emily's circle that I was worthy to be on her arm.

When we got to the bar, I checked my phone obsessively for the first hour, hoping to see a message from Emily. I hoped she would at least tell me goodnight before she went to bed. But it was 11pm in California, and she still hadn't texted me back. I shoved my phone in my clutch and forgot about it for the rest of the night.

I drank way more than I normally would, and I danced harder than I ever would. Normally too embarrassed to let loose like that, I had one last crazy night with Pen. We danced non-stop; we drank non-stop. The music was so loud it pounded in my chest as insistently as I knew tomorrow's hangover would pound in my head. But to have fun with Penelope like that was worth it.

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Scratch that. It absolutely was not worth it. There was some shrill, insistent ringing interrupting my blissful sleep. It split my head open. I felt the ache in every bone in my body. Maybe I had a bit too much to drink. The ringing in my room stopped, but its echo in my head would not let up. To make sure that surprise alarm didn't go off again, I slapped around my nightstand. I felt a small rectangle underneath my hand. Oh! It was my new phone.

I picked it up, the brightness blinding me. I had several missed calls from Emily and a few texts too. Concern broke through my hangover – was she okay? The phone, now much closer to my face, blared in my ears with yet another call.

"What?" I asked, my voice cracking from being half-asleep and parched.

Her voice boomed through the speaker. "If this is your way of protesting the new phone, consider me unamused, India Mae."

"What?" I asked again, my mind playing catch up. Why was I getting the middle name too?

"I mean honestly, is it so hard to send a simple text that says, 'I'm fine'? If I recall, we used to text quite frequently, so I know you are more than capable of sending two words." Her voice was harsh. It felt weird to have Emily mad at me. Especially when I had no idea what was happening.

"I'm not protesting the phone, Em."

"Then what?!" she demanded. "Because all I've gotten from you is radio silence." "I just went out with Penelope last night. I was out having fun and I forgot to call. I'm sorry. I didn't think it would be a big deal."

"It is absolutely a big deal when I haven't heard from you all day, no idea if you're alive. All you needed to do was send a text that said 'going out with Penelope for a drink. Call you tomorrow.' It's really not that difficult."

"You're upset," I stated obviously, not knowing what else to say. "I'm sorry," I apologized genuinely. "This is new to me. I haven't had to check in with anyone in years...No one has cared about my whereabouts for years..."

"Oh baby," her voice softened drastically. "I had no idea where you were or if you were okay." I had never heard this tone of voice. She was actually concerned? Over me? I was suddenly overcome with emotion: guilt for not realizing Emily would care about where I was or that we hadn't talked. I mean, it had only been twenty-four hours, but a lot could happen in twenty-four hours. Of course, in her line of work, she would know that better than anyone. Then a pang of longing for my dead parents because I hadn't felt this kind of care and attention in so long. I sniffled.

"Don't cry, baby. I'm sorry I yelled."

"It's not that. I'm sorry, it's stupid. Just-"

"It's not stupid," she assured. "What's going on?" Her voice was unbearably sweet now and I ached for the comfort only an embrace could bring.

"It's just...been a while since anyone's cared where I am or what I'm doing, or when I'm going to be home. It just made me miss my parents is all."

"Oh sweetheart. I'm so sorry. What can I do? I'm sorry I'm not there..."

"This is enough. Thanks for listening. And I will do better. I'm sorry about last night."

"I'm sorry I yelled. Call me later tonight when we have more time? I miss your voice..." And just like that, everything was back to normal, including these new, ever-present – though pleasant – flips in my stomach that happened every time I talked to Emily.

"I promise, Em."

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Tastes Like Sugar (ch. 14)

Pairing: India Mae Banks x Emily Prentiss; OC x Emily Prentiss

Warnings: eventual smut; sugar baby relationships; age gap (16 years - but all over 18)

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Chapter 14 - Redrawing Boundaries

A/n: Watch out for POV shifting in this chapter!

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India Mae's POV: I was rushing in the door, my backpack falling off my shoulder, keys slipping out of my grasp. To add insult to injury, my phone started ringing. I kicked the backdoor closed with my foot, slamming it a bit too hard. I winced and thanked god Emily wasn't home to see that.

Before even checking the caller ID, I answered with a breathless, "Hello?"

"Hi! Remember me? Just your best friend who you never see anymore because you moved out to be with your sugar momma. Remember her? Speaking of, you sounded breathless. What are you doing?" I could hear the smirk in her voice. I laughed, letting all my stuff fall out of my arms to the floor.

"Hi Penelope. Yes, I remember you. Don't be dramatic."

"Well I miss you," she huffed. "And I'm kidnapping you for a drink soon."

"I'm sorry, Pen. I've been a horrible friend. I miss you so much, too." I looked at the time. "Kidnap me tonight. Let's go out tonight."

"Yes! Meet there?"

"Sure, what time?" I mentally calculated how long it would take me to drive into the city.

"No wait!" she interrupted herself. "Come here now? And we can get ready together like old times?" I smiled widely. That sounded so fun.

"Yes!" I agreed enthusiastically. "Let me pack up a bag and I'll meet you at your apartment." I paused. Her apartment. When had I started viewing Emily's home as my home?

We quickly said goodbye and I immediately texted Emily.

Indi🥰: Going out for a drink with Penelope tonight. Are you okay to get dinner on your own?

Em💘💗: You know, I did just fine on my own for 38 years…I think I can manage dinner for one night.

Indi🥰: You sure? I wouldn't want to be responsible for you burning your house down…

Em💘💗: Cute, India. Careful or that mouth will get you in trouble.

My stomach flipped. I had the inexplicable urge to find out just how much trouble I could get in. Should I push this? Even though I had asked what we were doing, what our kisses meant, we still hadn't satisfactorily defined what this was. We had both admitted we had feelings for each other, but what did that mean? Were we dating? Were we committed? Exclusive? I decided since I wouldn't be home tonight, I could stand to push our amorphous, shifting boundaries.

Indi🥰: How much?

Em💘💗: India Mae…

Indi🥰: Not the full name! Indi🥰: 😇😇😇

Em💘💗: Your halo is not as shiny as you might think, angel. Have fun tonight. 😘

Indi🥰: Thank you babe! Don't wait up for me 💗

I was mildly disappointed Emily cut us off so short. Maybe I had misread the situation and she didn't want to flirt like that. It was all so confusing. All the more reason to go get drunk with Penelope tonight. I quickly darted upstairs, grabbed a few outfit choices appropriate for the club, my makeup, and some shoes. I flew down the stairs. I hadn't been this excited to go out in a while. Usually, Penelope had to drag me out kicking and screaming, but I missed her, and tonight was just what I needed.

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The prospect of Penelope coming over was exciting. Getting so busy with school and so lost in Emily had shifted my attention. But I missed her dearly. When I knocked, she burst open the door already squealing. "Indi! I missed you so much. Do NOT go this long without hanging out with me again. I mean it."

"I promise. And I really am sorry." She pulled me in a tight embrace. "Ease up, Pen. You're going to suffocate me."

"Sorry! I'm just so excited for tonight. I made Penny Punch in honor of tonight." She waggled her eyebrows. I groaned internally – Penny Punch usually destroyed me.

Penelope and I bounced around her bathroom, mascara wands and curling irons in our hands. We screamed lyrics to each other, hyping ourselves up for tonight. We may have pregamed a little too well. The Penny Punch lived up to its name tonight, packing a punch like nothing else.

"Quick, Indi! Let me curl this last section of your hair. The uber is going to be here so soon."

"We should have started with hair, Pen. I don't know if I trust you with a hot instrument near my head," I teased.

"Puh-lease!" she objected. "I am fine to do your hair."

"Famous last words…" I muttered.

"I promise. It's almost done anyway," she dismissed. "Just a few more pieces in the back. I'm just touching up your natural curls." Her phone dinged. "Ah! We have to go! Let's skedaddle." She quickly unplugged the curling iron, grabbed her lipstick, and we rushed out of the bathroom and downstairs.

The Uber driver undoubtedly knew we were sloshed. She was such a good sport about turning the music up and letting us be fools in the backseat. As soon as we buckled in, the night of dancing had started. Before I slid out of the backseat, I handed her a $5 bill as a thank you for letting us be so loud and rowdy.

We immediately grabbed a drink at the bar and headed out to the dance floor. It felt just like old times. Though I loved being with Emily, I hadn't realized how much I had missed Penny. We bopped around at first and then started grinding together jokingly when our favorite song came on. I threw my head back and laughed at how ridiculous we were being.

"Well well well!" I heard a male's voice boom over the music. "Miss India Mae." I turned around shocked to hear someone use my full name.

Oh! It was Em's coworker…the bald, black one. "Hi, uh…Sorry I don't remember your name."

"Derek." Right. He still intimidated me. Emily assured me he was a respectable guy, but I still had my guard up. Anyone who called me Sugar Lips merited a bit of caution.

"Hi Derek. Nice to see you again. This is my best friend, Penelope," I said dragging her forward.

"OH! I thought you were stepping out on Prentiss," he half joked. My eyes widened. I hadn't even thought about what dancing like that with Penelope had looked like.

"I would never! We're just having a girls' night."

"Is Prentiss here?" he asked looking around. I chuckled at the thought of Emily being in a club like this. She would absolutely hate it.

"God no! Can you imagine?" He laughed with me.

"No, I cannot." He turned towards Penelope. "And what do we have here? Sexy mama," he said picking up her hand and kissing her on the back of the hand. I almost threw up. Surely this wouldn't work. But then I heard Penelope giggle.

"Penelope Garcia. Nice to meet you." She looked at me and jerked her head towards the bar. I was a good wing woman; I would make myself scarce.

"I'm gonna get a drink!" I nearly sprinted away from them. I had a feeling they were going to be uncomfortably disgusting. I grabbed another drink and found a table in the corner. I pulled out my phone to text Emily and saw I already had several texts from her.

Em💘💗: Hope you're having fun tonight. Please be safe. Em💘💗: Call me if you need a ride anywhere. I don't care how late it is. Do NOT drive. Or take a cab. Em💘💗: Please let me know when you settle for the night so I know you're safe. ❤️

I was just about to hit send on my response when Penelope bounded over to the table. "God! That mocha chocolate thunder is simply a delight. I need a taste of that."

"God! Gross, Pen. Boundaries!" I complained.

"How's this for boundaries? I invited him over tonight, I hope that's cool. I thought maybe you'd stay over, but…" I cringed. There was absolutely NO way I would be staying in my old room tonight. The room that shared a wall with Penelope's.

"Thanks for the heads up. I think I'll take an Uber back to Em's," I said stiffly.

"You're still uptight about sex," she pointed out. "Which means you aren't having it. You've been there a month, and you mean to tell me you aren't having sex?! Why?" she demanded to know.

"It's complicated, Pen. You know that isn't why I'm there." For some reason, I felt the need to keep our recent kisses to myself. They felt so personal, so sacred. I wanted them to just be ours for a little bit longer. "It's just…what we agreed on earlier. Nothing's changed." That last part came out mournfully because it was partly true. I desperately wanted to be her girl, and she was moving so slowly. I idly wondered if I could get her attention and move things along myself.

"Ready to go? I paid your tab," Derek said walking up to the table. Penelope's face split in a huge grin.

"You okay if I go?" she asked turning to me.

"Yes, yes! Get out of here. Have fun," I said with a soft smile.

I walked over to the bar and paid my own tab. I was thankful for Emily and the black credit card I now had courtesy of her. A few months ago, I would have had a panic attack at my $55 bar tab. Instead, I signed the receipt without batting an eye, and I left a generous tip. It took me way longer than it should have to sign though. Things were far more difficult when you were seeing double.

If I thought signing the receipt was difficult, ordering an Uber was nearly impossible. I had to ask the bartender for help. She was so sweet and promptly put the order in. "You sure you want to Uber here? It's so far away. It says it will cost $63."

"I gotta get home. It's no big deal." Who was I? No big deal dropping over $100 in one night? But soon, I was off in the Uber, excited to get home to Emily.

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Emily's POV: I clicked the TV off. I hadn't been watching it anyway, too lost in my thoughts. Indi hadn't texted me where she was going, just that she was going out with Penelope. Even worse, she hadn't texted me back even though it said she had read the messages. I was trying my hardest not to be an overbearing control freak. I was thankful she had texted me this time at all. And I didn't want to discourage her communicating by getting unnecessarily angry again. Thanks to years of mandated therapy, I could identify that my anger now was actually rooted in worry for her.

I couldn't help but fret about her being out alone. She was tiny. And way too hot for her own good. I stood up from the couch, ready to call it a night. I had tried to stay up even though she had told me not to. I needed to know that she made it home safely.

When my foot hit the first step, I heard a thump against the front door, a muffled giggle, and the scratch of the key trying to be inserted in the lock. The door swung open with a loud bang against the wall. Clumsily bursting through the door, she giggled again. "SHH!" she said to the door, her finger over her lips. She yanked her key out roughly and slammed the door closed.

"My my, Miss Banks. Someone's had a good night." She said she was going out for a drink. And then I got a look at her. My gaze travelled up and down her form multiple times. She was wearing a tight, black tank top, black, high-waisted shorts, and black tights. And to top it off, she had on black, thigh-high leather boots. She looked sexy as hell – like my every wet dream. I could devour her on the spot she looked so good. But she was drunk.

"Great night," she corrected. "But I accidmaly got jrunkk." There was the slurred speech. It was actually quite endearing.

"Yes, I can see that."

She leaned against the door and tugged on her boots. They weren't budging. She tugged harder and her whole body started to follow. I rushed to grab her before she could face plant. "Shoompf ate my foot," she grumbled.

"Let me help you, baby." I unzipped her boots down nearly the entire length of her leg. I tried not to let myself get distracted by the fact that I was kneeling in front of her, close to her delicious thighs. She started to slump again, and I caught her, standing up quickly to support her weight.

I pulled her towards the stairs, her legs not helping me much. "Come on, love. Let's get to bed."

"We can't gotobed." And she was talking a mile a minute, babbling about god knows what. Only about a third of her words were intelligible. I tried my best to decipher Drunk Indi-ese, but as this was my first experience with drunk Indi, I was hopeless. But when we made it to the top of the stairs, I could have sworn I heard her say, "and Uber man spent ride over trynagetmuhnumbaber." Rage consumed me. She was mine.

"You should have called me, Indi! You shouldn't have to Uber home." That also would have prevented me from going crazy worrying about her. But I couldn't stop all the bad scenarios from flooding my mind. Just last year we'd had a case about a ride share driver in college towns using his work as a rouse to kidnap women – drunk out of their minds after a night at the bars – to rape and torture them. Thinking about that happening to Indi was unbearable.

"S'not a big deal, Emm." She was so dismissive, and it only served to flame my anger.

"It is to me," I said sharply. "Something could have happened to you. You were completely alone, and you're incredibly intoxicated. How could you be so irresponsible? You should have called me." Rationally, I understood it was pointless to argue with a drunk person. I wasn't even sure she would remember this in the morning.

"Mm home, aren't I? Nofing happnd." I shuffled her into her room.

"I'd be most displeased if something were to happen to you. I need you in one piece." I kissed her on the forehead.

"I dint wanna bothrr you. You nevsleep 'nough." The fact that she was concerned about that, even completely obliterated, made my heart ache. She was so good, so pure. She was always thinking of me and taking care of me. I was happy to take care of her now. Plus, she really was so stinkin' adorable drunk. I pushed her towards her bed.

"Em!" she protested much too loudly in her silent bedroom. "I can't sleep in this." And then she started tugging on her clothes. Dear god help me. Before I could stop her, her shirt was over her head. Her black, lace bra was doing wonders for her chest. I tried my hardest to be respectful, but dear lord she was sexy. I grabbed her shoulders and forced her to sit on the edge of her bed. Turning my back on a shirtless India, I ran to her closet to find her some pajamas, anything to cover her up before I lost my mind.

I frantically pulled open drawers looking for a t-shirt and her favorite sleep shorts. I heard her shuffling feet and cute giggle behind me. I looked over my shoulder to find that she had divested herself of her shorts, as well. My breath caught in my throat at her standing there in nothing but black lingerie and fishnets. She would kill me by the end of the night; I was certain of it. I grabbed the first shirt my eyes landed on next and shoved it at her. "Baby, please. Here."

It took some more wrangling, and loads more giggles, but I finally got Indi dressed. She reached behind her, eyes not daring to leave mine, a glint in them I couldn't identify. And next thing I knew, she was holding up her bra, waving it around to show me she had taken it off. I groaned. Drunk India had far fewer inhibitions and it made it very difficult to be respectful. She dropped her bra on the floor and threw her arms around my neck, launching herself into me. My arms encircled her waist to stabilize us. And then they tightened because I needed her closer. Her lips attacked mine frantically.

I moaned into her kiss. Even tainted by the sharp taste of alcohol, there was nothing sweeter than her lips. I slowed her down and pulled back. "Let's get you to bed, sweetheart." Her stained, crimson lips fell into a pout. I was reminded of her teasing earlier. Yes her mouth could get her into quite a bit of trouble.

I finally got her into bed. I pulled the covers up over her, tucking her in. I couldn't help myself, and I pressed another kiss to her forehead. "Goodnight, angel." Her eyes were half-closed, her body already relaxing. I pulled back slowly, not wanting to wake her back up.

"Stay…" she mumbled.

I tried to ignore it. I desperately wanted to stay, to hold her in my arms all night. I had been dreaming of it for nearly two months now. Everything felt right, complete, when she was in my arms. To have that all night was unimaginable. I backed up slowly, my eyes never leaving her precious, peaceful face. Her hand clung to my shirt loosely, her brow furrowing. "Em, stay," she repeated. Her hand feebly tugged me back towards her.

But it might as well have been a steel grip for the hold she had on me. There wasn't anything I wouldn't give her. I slipped into her bed and settled the covers around us. She snuggled into my side, her head on my chest. I smiled softly, happiness and love cocooning us.

Conflicting thoughts warred in my mind. This was the first night sleeping together. It felt wrong that India wasn't conscious for this decision. But I was much too selfish to leave. Because having her in my arms was incomparable to anything else. She was the most important thing in my life, and I would protect her heart at all costs. I hugged her tighter and pressed my lips softly to her forehead. "Goodnight, baby."

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Tastes Like Sugar

Pairing: India Mae Banks x Emily Prentiss; OC x Emily Prentiss

Warnings: eventual smut; sugar baby relationships; age gap (16 years - but all over 18); very slow burn

Word Count: 1.5k

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Chapter 1 - Seeking Arrangements

"Oh!" Penelope, my roommate, gasped in the doorway, keys hanging from her finger. "Oh Indi! What happened??" she asked rushing over. She immediately put her arm around my shoulder.

"I don't know how I'm supposed to pay this!" I wailed.

"Pay what, sugar?" she asked, always so patient.

"Oh that's fucked," she commiserated.

"I know!!" I started sobbing again. "I was barely going to make it to August when next semester's loans hit. I can't make it through the summer at this rate. Even if I work my ass off this summer."

"I thought you were working on your music this summer."

"That was the plan," I said dejectedly, "But if all of my savings have to go to this stupid bill, I'll have to find a job."

"You need a sugar momma." I just stared at her and raised an eyebrow. "I'm serious! Hear me out," she urged.

"Come on, Penelope! You know that doesn't work out in real life. That's just for movies."

She scoffed, "There are real life sugar mommas, Indi."

I laughed, wiping the tears from my eyes. Penelope always knew how to make me feel better. "No way, Pen. I appreciate the pep talk, but I'll figure this out on my own."

"Fine. Figure this out yourself but get online anyway. You deserve to find happiness and love."

"Woah!" I protested, "When did love come into play? I thought you wanted me to find a sugar momma."

"That'd be fine too." Pity overran her eyes as she said, "I just worry about you. You're always so alone. You haven't dated since Hunter-"

"Pen!" I interrupted.

"And you NEED to get back out there," she continued. "I don't want you to be lonely."

"I'm focusing on school. My schedule is so crazy with this recital coming up and working enough to pay my share of the bills."

I sighed and grabbed all my stuff. "Never gonna happen, Penelope."

"Wait - India! I'm sorry."

I scrolled through several and finally settled on one and hit "sign up." Jesus Christ what was I doing? Paying the bills. Who cares if you whore yourself out to complete school?

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