Cc: Taylawaylaaa

Sapphic Secrets

Morgan thinks Elle has a boyfriend. He missed the mark just a bit.

Elle Greenaway x Black! Fem! SSA! Reader

This takes place before the last one shot I wrote about Elle, you can read it here!

Warnings: Elle gets teased a bit, this is short because I'm literally half asleep right now but I wanted to do this, I'm working on something for Reid sent around this same time so I kinda tease it here, Elle is head over heels for reader, I think for Elle I'm gonna make the BAU readers its own thing if that makes any sense, reader and Elle kiss at work, fluff, not proof-read, we die like men

(I'm so in love with this woman it's unhealthy, like I can't explain. I can't believe she isn't in the show but she's like so...aughhhh I need her biblically. I'm literally about to become an Elle page 😭)

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"You got a boyfriend?" Elle rolled her eyes at the question, smiling at the message that she just finished reading.

'I packed lunch for you this morning, left it in the fridge in the break room. Make sure you heat it up properly.'

"What?" She asked, her neck snapping away from her phone.

"Elle has a boyfriend." Morgan chuckled to Spencer, who was sliding his lanky self into his desk chair.

"What's your proof?" Elle found herself challenging. It wasn't a lie, she didn't have a boyfriend. She had something else, something (or someone, but she kept that to herself) way better.

"You're smiling at your phone. I've never seen you smile so hard." Elle raised a brow in a chuckle. If it was any other day she would have had a meaner remark. Today though, she was in a good mood.

"That's your proof? Please, what type of profiling is this?" She laughed and glanced over at Reid. Elle grinned at Reid who smiled down at his desk. Reid seemed pretty pleased himself lately. It seemed like love was in the air for the BAU. Like Cupid shot all of his arrows and struck all of them square in the chest.

Gideon was overheard ordering a gift for a lady friend, Hotchner and Haley seemed closer than ever, Derek was being Derek, Spencer basically skipped in on cloud nine earlier this week, JJ was talking to a sexy barista, and Garcia was in a very committed and happy relationship with herself. Maybe the mutual happiness the team shared wasn't permanent, but Elle was sure to relish in it.

The sound of a heels clacking broke Elle from her thoughts. Turning, she saw her standing behind Elle's desk. Hands behind her back, her curls were styled into a high puff. Her edges were slicked down perfectly. Her lashes were full, her new mascara that she told her about worked perfectly. Her lips were a deep, matte red as well. Elle wanted to test if it was kiss proof.

Would it smudge if Elle pressed her lips to hers thousands of times? Would it stain Elle's face, messing up her own carefully done makeup in the process?

"A boyfriend? I hope he doesn't distract you from your work, Agent Greenaway." Elle rolled her eyes, hearing the playful lit in her girlfriends voice.

"You too?" Elle asked, taking a sip of her coffee with a raised brow. Her girlfriend nodded down at her.

"See? I'm not alone here." Derek doubled down playfully.

"Your basis is that I grinned! Gideon would find better proof and there isn't any to be found." She couldn't stop laughing. Not just because of some light teasing from her good friend. No, because the source of her happiness for the past few months was standing right behind her.

She wanted to blush and giggle with her the way she did a few weeks ago. Sadly, she was at work. Not in her apartment eating maroons that they got from their little trip to New York.

A shuffling noise was heard, and Elle saw her girlfriend holding a brown folder. Holding it up, she shook it gently. Even a new case couldn't kill her good mood.

Reid and Morgan got up at the same time, the group making their way towards the briefing room. Elle noticed a bright grin on Spencer's face, quickly tapping away at his cell phone and it made her happy for him. It was good that Reid was maybe talking to someone. Or maybe it was his mom, who knows? Either way she was happy to see the young man smiling.

Then Elle felt a slight tug on her sleeve and she turned, letting Morgan and Reid pass her bye. Pulling her to the side, Elle blinked trying to meet her girlfriends eyes. Instead, she saw her girl was scanning the room for something.

"JJ, can you take this to the briefing room for me? I need Elle's help with something real fast." The woman called the blonde, who was fixing her headband into place as she walked to the briefing room.

"Sure, are you two alright?" JJ smiled, taking the folder out of her hands.

"Yes, we'll be there in a few moments." Elle nodded, feeling the heat of her girlfriends body. She just realized how closely behind her she was standing and it made her heart flutter.

"Alright, see you two in minute. Don't take too long, Hotchners gonna want his coroner there." Examining the folder, she took off. Her eyes quickly flooded the pages and absorbing as much information as she could.

Without a word, the taller woman started to walk down the hall. For some reason, she gave Elle small glances only but mostly kept her eyes focused. The two stopped at an empty conference room and with a click the door flew open for the two.

"Is something wrong?" Elle asked, shutting the door behind them. Her heart jumped a bit, anxiety building. No way she was actually jealous. It was all jokes, nothing serious.

"So, a boyfriend?" She asked teasingly, leaning against the table. There was a beat of silence, and then they broke out into a fit of laughs.

She was over here worrying like she didn't know nothing could crack her level headed girlfriend. She was always even tempered, even face down with the weirdest unsubs. Her work persona at least. She was a lot more animated at home.

"Really? I was here worrying you were mad at me!" Elle exclaimed, swatting her on her shoulder, only for her hand to be caught. She was pulled into a tight but comforting grasp.

One arm wrapped around her waist and the other holding her hand they were almost dancing. Oh God, she didn't want to deal with a murderer right now. She wanted to return to her apartment with her and spend the day cuddling amongst other things.

"Here I was scared I was the side piece. So who is he? Is he cute?" Her voice low and teasing, before she pressed a kiss to Elle's nose.

"He's so handsome, you wouldn't believe it. He even has a nice ass." Elle teased before using her free hand to pinch her soft, plump backside.

"Man, I'll have to kick his ass."

"Gross, you sound like a dude."

A soft hum was her response before her lips were enveloped in a passionate kiss. For twenty seconds their lips were pressed together before they pulled apart.

"So what was this all about?" Elle asked, pushing her hair out of her eyes. Her girlfriends eyes rolled up to the sky as if she was deep in thought. Elle tilted her head in confusions while she waited for some sort of response.

"You look good, I wanted to kiss you." With a shrug, she smiled down at her as if it was basic knowledge.

"Funny. I had the same thought." Seizing her by her shirt collar, she went in for kiss number two.

Work be damned, this was her number one priority at the moment.

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Ekko x Black! Fem Reader

word count: 932 words

warnings: highly suggestive themes towards the end 🔞

A/N: this is more self indulgent than anything 😭

Recently, you've taken the liberty of tending to Ekko's locs for him. 

It goes without saying that between firelight duties and underside stuff, he has practically no time for hair care. He was currently letting you wash his hair in your bathroom, head leaned back into the sink. His eyes were first trained on you, then they moved to the ceiling, eventually sliding closed once he was comfortable. 

You favorite part of wash day is watching allll the tension slowly melt away from his face as you gingerly lather shampoo into his white locs, massaging his scalp. It's an expression you rarely get to see with how hard-pressed he's been lately.

With the day and age you were living in, you were always around people who possessed inexplicable abilities; magical even. You weren't anything like them- you couldn't invent intricate little gadgets, or whip up chemical concoctions- (and you damn sure couldn't manipulate time) But to Ekko, they had nothing on you, because you could take his pain away. And that was more special and rewarding than any supernatural power could ever be. 

You'd soon finished washing his hair and instructed him to go sit by your bed while you opted for some music- an r&b oldies playlist, of course- tunes winding out from your speaker softly. You gathered all the necessities- gel, rattail comb, mini clips. 

Meanwhile, Ekko sat on your floor with heavy, damp hair, resting against the foot of your bed. He watched you bustle about the bedroom with this relaxed, far-off look in his eyes, subconsciously nodding his head along to the music playing softly from your speaker. Seeing him in this state, so comfortable, and safe..made you feel all warm inside.

•••

You were now sitting on the edge of your bed, your lover sitting calmly between your legs.

Ekko never did much talking during evenings like this. But you never minded, the silence was always comfortable. Granted, he'd always be exhausted and it hurt you to see him worked to the bone like this so you were glad to soothe him in any way you could. You softly hum the melody of the song that's playing as you retwist his locs. You'd been at this for about an hour and a half now, finishing up.

You lubricated his scalp with tea tree oil and some other mielle brand hair product with a nice scent. You carefully ran your fingers over the neat parts when you were all done. You put one of your satin bonnets on him for good measure and pat the top of his head twice.

"Alright, you're all done." You hum.  

Ekko stirs to life, blinking his eyes open slowly. It's only now that you realize he had been half-asleep against the inside of your thigh. 

"Mm- thank youu," he slurs, turning around to look at you with sleepy eyes and a dopey smile on his face. And you can tell he means it. Your heart swells. 

"Mhmm," you respond sweetly, no words needed to express he's always welcome. He stands and stretches, you following suit.

A few seconds go by and suddenly, you feel strong arms wrap around you and pull you into an affectionate hug. You falter for a moment, taken aback at first- but you soon relax into him, reciprocating it. He closed his eyes, head hanging over your shoulder- and you feel how much he needed this. 

Moments pass as you two stand flush against one another contently, him oozing with silent gratitude. And then you feel his arms slide down to your back to tighten around you, and you realize that you just might have needed this more than him.  

You pressed your cheek into his chest as he held you, you two beginning to slowly sway side to side together, in time with the music.

You two were just slow dancing in the middle of your bedroom now. You feel Ekko slide one of his hands down to yours, interlocking your fingers and raising your arm to spin you around. You let him, becoming putty in his hands and now it's your turn to smile goofily. He pulls you close by your waist, enclosing your torso, you two now back-to-front as you rocked to the beat. You tilted your head back and closed your eyes, just being one with him, the both of you in absolute bliss.

Eventually, you turned around to face him and craned your neck to capture his lips in a kiss. He happily kissed back, leisurely and passionate, like you had all the time in the world. His hands snaked down to your hips and squeezed tenderly. 

That seemed to awaken something in you though- you, gradually backing Ekko up into the edge of your bed until he found himself on top of it- and you on top of him. Your lips continued to dance in this heated fashion, the both of you becoming handsy. You push Ekko down on the bed relatively rough, breaking the kiss. His pretty eyes widened, blinking up at you a few times- he didn't mind, he just wasn't expecting it.

You, however, misread his expression and your stomach begins to turn in embarrassment. You immediately start apologizing profusely. 

"S-sorry, I- you're probably tired, I just got a little carried away-" you sputter, moving to get off of him- but 2 strong hands grab your thigh and waist at lightnings speed, effectively stopping you. 

You froze as he trapped you. Hazel-brown eyes bore into yours. He shook his head.

"I'm absolutely fine." He reassured. It dawned on you that this man knew your body better than anyone and had probably long since noticed the telltale signs of you getting worked up: how your heart was pounding, and the way you couldn't seem to stop squirming and squeezing your thighs together. You now felt a little silly for even trying to get off him.

"Hey; you took care of me all evening. Now let me take care of you."

And with that, he pulls you back down on top of him, his lips latching onto your neck slowly. 

🥮 ty for reading!! PLEASE COMMENT AND REBLOG if you wanna see more and feel free to leave requests or ideas! also my first fic lol