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Alex comes back home after a long case.
Pairing: Alex Blake x Reader
Warnings: None, I think
Genre: Little Fluffy Blurb
Word Count: 600+
A/N: Little blurb I wrote for @nightmarish-fae a while back. The prompt was "you smell nice". Contains canon dialogue from season 8 episode 22 "#6". Posted before but I accidentally deleted my old account lol
*Ring, Ring*
“Hey, you” you said as you answered your phone, a wide smile plastered on your face
“Hey,” You heard Alex’s soft voice as she replied, “Remind me why did I think working at the BAU was a good idea?”
“Because you’re an exceptional profiler and even better agent?” you said, chuckling a little at your girlfriend’s question. “Just a guess.”
Alex has been away on a case for close to two weeks now, and this was the first time you have spoken since she left. You don’t tend to make phone calls when she’s away, not often at least. Occasional text messages to let you know that she’s okay are what she prefers, and as much as you missed Alex, you understood her need for independence. But this was a nice exception to the unspoken rule between the two of you.
“How’s the case going?” You asked, full of hope that the investigation was progressing at a faster rate. “When are you gonna get home?”
“Who knows,” Alex said with a hint of sadness and exhaustion in her voice. “all the leads we’ve gathered in the past few days led us nowhere, each being a dead end”
The hope in your eyes was instantly replaced with sadness, as you realised that this is going to be, yet another night spent alone, curled up in your shared bed holding tightly onto Alex’s pillow pressed against your chest. In the moments when you especially missed her, you’d often spray some of her perfume, the smell of which brought you comfort and reminded you of the woman you loved.
*Doorbell Rings*
“Are you expecting someone at 11pm on a Wednesday night?” Alex questioned softly.
“Um, no, not that I’m aware of.” you said, slightly concerned as you truly didn’t remember to make any plans for the evening, your mind starting to spiral in all possible ways
“Maybe you should go and check it out?” the linguist said in a much more enthusiastic way.
Your eyes filled with hope, you ran to the door to open it as soon as possible. Would Alex really not tell you she’s coming back? She never did that, somehow, she was never good at keeping secrets and surprises, always being so excited she couldn’t hold it in her. When you finally reached the door, you looked through the peephole, almost not believing the sight in front of you. There she was, as beautiful as ever, standing with a huge smile on her face. The same smile that you found yourself get lost in so often. You immediately opened the door, almost jumping at the gorgeous woman standing in front of you, wrapping your arms around her neck. Never wanting to let go. You felt her smile as she pulled you closer to her, leaving soft kisses on your head.
After what simultaneously felt like hours and seconds the two of you broke the hug, Alex placing a gentle kiss on your lips.
“I’ve missed you” she whispered, smiling at the realisation that she can finally hold you in her arms again. “If I ever get the idea to work for the FBI again, please shoot me.” She added, both of you chucking a little.
After chatting for a while, Alex decided to take a shower, the exhaustion from the previous days slowly taking over her. You waited for her in your in your bedroom, happy to have her back.
“You smell nice,” the linguist whispered as she joined you in the bed and wrapped you in her arms. “Is that my perfume?”
“Mhm, maybe.” You said in a barely audible whisper. She slightly chuckled, pulling you even closer to her, you let yourself melt in the warmth of her body as you both drifted off to sleep.
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I know that this blog is supposed to be a tribute to Remus Lupin and not specifically for David Thewlis (debatable) but I would considering giving my kidney to Freddie Mays and the other to Dr Blake for tribute so that I could die feeling fulfilled.
For reference this is Freddie (Gangster no 1)
And this is Dr. Blake (Veronica decides to die)
They both will be the dead of me. I can't breathe.
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