There were several different type of nerds, for example, math nerds, science nerds, book nerds, TV show nerds, lego nerds.
Emily was privileged, she got a book nerd, it was an expensive hobby but money was no problem.
Her team constantly teased her about how she was practically your "sugar mommy" all of them had assumptions of what you looked like, the typical 'nerd look', messy hair, glasses, oversized clothes, she wanted to prove them wrong and invited you to the BAU to "pick up her card for a shopping spree" a tiny white lie, she wanted to show you off.
You walked into the BAU wearing a black skirt and a white button up, your glasses fitting your face perfectly as your bangs framed your face, your hair pulled into a french braid, Morgan - who was mid sentence with reid - stuttered slightly when he saw you, he was not expecting a girl, that hot, to be a nerd
You walked over to Emily, beaming at the idea of going on a book buying spree, she leaned against her office door, looking down at you with a proud smirk, she gripped your chin gently, pulling you into a deep kiss before slipping her black card into your palm and pulling away from the kiss.
"My nerd." She whispers against your lips, glancing at Morgan with pure smugness.
Morgan looked at her like he will bow in defeat.
Once you left her office, questions were launched at her, "How the fuck did you pull her?!" Morgan asks desperately, pulling his notebook out like she was the professor of romance.
She chuckled, "I met her at the library, she couldn't reach the book she wanted so I grabbed it for her and told her to meet me at the restaurant down the street, walked away before she could say no." She shrugged as if assertive dominance front the start was that easy.
Morgan nodded, taking notes like he was in class.
Writers note - Nerd appreciation, imma do more of these, I couldn't stop thinking about nerds and Emily so I wrote this.
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You were Emily's wife, she was the don of the Russian bratva (mafia)
Emily was cold and heartless to every one but you, she'd kill without hesitation, putting bullets between mens eyes if they even glanced at your form.
When she wasn't working, which was rare, she was with you, hands on your hips, her head buried in your neck as you read or scrolled on your phone.
When you went out without her, she'd have someone hack security cameras and watch your every move and every purchase with her card.
She gave you a black card the day you married her, she couldn't have her wife counting change for a dress she wanted.
No matter how much you spent, 100, 1,000, 10,000, 100,000, she'd grin smugly because that's what she loved, why she worked so hard, so you could tap her card and not check prices.
When she was torturing someone she'd tell her guards not to let you near you the room, always saying "My baby doesn't need to hear screams that aren't from her pretty mouth."
When someone would flirt with you, they would magically end up dead an hour later, she would feign shock and horror but in reality it was her finger that pulled the trigger.
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Sorry for being gone, my country had a heatwave, I could not write.
βI will fuck a baby into you if this attitude continues.β Regina said sternly, glaring at her wife, Emma, across the roomβ¦Emma blinked innocentlyβ¦all she was doing was cutting applesβ¦
Regina had chosen well when she picked her wife, you were younger, twenty one, inexperienced when she first met you in the enchanted forest, you were feral, living in the forest, scavering for food, eating random fruit you would find hung on bushes or up in trees, when she first saw you, you were up a tree, climbed all the way to the top to grab one special apple, it was the perfect shade of red, that was the moment she wanted you, she loved apples and seeing you climb a tree just to grab one, she loved it.
When she enchanted the dark curse, she kept your role as her wife, she did not want to lose you even when she had enchanted her plan. The one way she could secure Snow white was away from her prince, away from her baby, her happiness.
When she adopted Henry, eighteen years into the curse, her love for you grew deeper when she saw you with him, your maternal side, how he thrived under your care, she knew she could leave for work and he would be with you constantly. Her stay-at-home wife.
When Henry ran away to Boston without telling you or Regina, she watched you lay on his bed, hugging his shirt as you cried, you missed him like you birthed him and she loved it, you were always more emotional than her, you grounded her, kept her sane, when Henry returned alongside his birth mother, she watched you hug him tightly despite Henry saying βI found my real mom!β To her but he still hugged you as tightly as he could before running to his room, she heard your footsteps as you returned to the master bedroom, relieved your baby was home, she stayed downstairs and drank a glass of apple cider with Henry's birth mother, Emma Swan.
She listened to Emma explain how Henry found her and how she had zero interest in being involved despite him finding her, βYour wife seems like she loves him a lot.β Emma says softly as she takes a sip of her drink, βShe does.β Regina smiles, remembering every memory she had with you and Henry, how you reacted to her naming Henry after her late father, the tears of happiness in your eyes as you nodded in agreement, she looked at Emma, βSo you are not here to take him?β Regina asks, just to be certain, she didn't want you to lose Henry, to feel that heartbreak.
βNo.βΒ
That small word made Regina's heart flutter, she was preparing herself to kill Emma just to keep your happiness despite the fact the entire curse was to crush Snow White's happiness.Β
She took Emma's empty cup off the table and led her to the door, saying goodbye as Emma returned to her car, the door closed with a soft click before she turned on her heel and walked to the kitchen, laying the two glasses in the sink before she leaned against the counter, closing her eyes as she took a breathe, she hadn't thought about killing in twenty-eight years, not since she watched the purple clouds go towards snows castle when the curse was cast, but for your happiness, she would, a soft smile crossed her lips before she headed upstairs to the master bedroom, she knew you were awake, you never slept without her, not since you had first moved into her castle, she remembers the word you mumble from the doorway as you asked to sleep in her bed, βI feel safer in your arms.βΒ
You had mumbled it under your breath as you avoided eye contact, fidgeting with the satin nightgown she gave you, one of her own that was too large for your figure, she opened the door to the bedroom, her eyes landed on you, laid in bed, wearing her shirt and no shorts, she bit her lip and walked over to you, you looked up from your book at her as she gripped your chin, still wearing that cream-grey coloured cowl-neck sheathed dress she picked out this morning to match the bra and panties you wore, she watched you blush when she put it on, she always matched her clothes to your lingerie set, βYou look good in my clothes.β She murmured, her eyes raking over your body covered in her shirt before returning to your eyes, watching them light up at the compliment, she leaned down, capturing your lips in a deep kiss, she felt your smile as you kissed back, she moved closer, straddling your waist as her weight pinned you down.
A soft gasp left you she deepened the kiss, her fingers leaving your chin, her hand sliding down the curve of your side to your thighs, she pulled you down to lay beneath her, her lips leaving yours to make her way down to your neck as her fingers slipped under her shirt to find you bare, her eyes glanced up at you as she felt your cunt instead of panties, she hadn't expected that but it was welcomed, an innocent smile formed on your lips as you looked down at her, she kissed your neck as she slipped two fingers into you without warning, a soft moan leaving you.
Her left hand found the bottom of the shirt, lifting it up as she kissed your neck, her fingers curling as her hand traces random patterns on your hip, she kisses down your collarbone, her fingers thrusting with a rhythm she learned many years ago, your fingers gripping her hair as her lips pressed against your clothed chest, curling her fingers to hit your spot, her name falling off your lips as you arched your back into her, rutting your hip down against her fingers, she grinned against your chest, moving her thumb to your clit, she began spelling out her name on your clit, not perfect circles but her own name on your most sensitive part, your grip on her hair tightened as your stomach tightens, biting your lip to hold back moans, not wanting to be loud, she dipped her head underneath the shirt and began kissing your bare chest, a soft whimper left your lips as you came, a whine of her name following quickly as you clenched around her fingers.
She groaned softly, loving the feeling of making you come undone and be in a state of pure ecstasy, she thrust her fingers, drawing out your orgasm as you caught your breath, tapping the back of her head twice, the signal she created, the way you told her you couldn't take any more, she pulled her fingers out and slid from under your shirt, sitting on your thighs as she licked the cum off her fingers, you squirmed underneath her, blushing at the sight, βI have done this so many times and you always blush.β She smiles.
βNever change, My Beloved.β She whispers as she slid under the blanket, her arms wrapping around your waist to pull you against her so you could sleep.
