emery's main love languages are acts of service and quality time. on her off days, she'll make coffee in that expensive french press she was adamant on buying. if you're in the shower together, walsh will wash your back without needing to be asked. when it comes to quality time, emery's a bit peculiar. she wants you to be in the room, around her, just not 'bothering' her. of course, you're not actually bothering her. she doesn't mind it when you're both doing the same thing, or when you're watching her do something-- she just prefers parallel play.
✱ fav perfume/scent notes?
due to working in a hospital, walsh doesn't get to actually wear perfume too often. that being said, she loves herself a citrus-y scent. not the pure, sour kind, or the overly sweet lemon cake scents, though. emery loves a woody, more natural smelling perfume. her favorite is CARINA by avant-garden lab, and she buys a new one every year on her birthday.
✱ fav drink/cocktail?
walsh doesn't drink all that much. if anything, she prefers to smoke a cigarette or two here and there. but, on rare occasions, she'll indulge in a rob roy. she likes eating the little maraschino cherries they're garnished with first, then she'll nurse the cocktail for an hour before even thinking of ordering another.
✱ any piercings/tattoos?
she doesn't have any piercings besides her lobes. she rarely puts jewelry in them, saying the posts poke her skin and get annoying. she does, however, have a tramp stamp from undergrad. what? she was young and dumb. and also maybe a little drunk. if you two get married, she'll get a tattoo of a heart that you hand-drew.
✱ any pets?
no pets in the house whatsoever. emery doesn't like things in her space already, and a pet would be a nightmare. she'd entertain the idea if you ever brought it up, but it would never really go anywhere. if she had to, she might get a cat.
✱ heavy or light sleeper?
heavy sleeper 100%. as soon as she gets in bed, good luck getting her out of it. you could push her off onto the floor, bang pots together at the foot of the bed, or burn the place down around her, and she’s still not waking up. emery has a scarily punctual internal clock, too. if she says she’s taking a 30 minute nap, she’ll wake up 30 minutes later on the dot. she shrugs it off as her training from the air force whenever you comment or ask about it.
✱ what does their place look like?
scarily neat. sure, her bedroom looks lived in, but the entire downstairs is organized with surgical methodology. everything has its place, its drawer, its space. if she sees anything out of place, she puts it back. her house is on a schedule, and she never veers from it. all laundry is done on saturday with detergent and laundry sanitizer only, no fabric softener. dishes are done after breakfast, and packed away right before she leaves for work. trash is taken out on thursdays. the entire house gets cleaned every other monday. it might be hard to adjust to if you start living with her, but you'll get the hang of it.
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✱ biggest turn on?
intelligence, hands down. nothing gets walsh going more than a girl that knows her shit. she's heavy on the sapiophillia, and watching you explain something perfectly gets her so wet. even if she's explaining something to you-- if you're understanding and asking relevant questions-- she's just about ready to jump in your skin.
✱ dom or sub? top or bottom?
switch with a dom-top lean. this all depends on how stressed walsh is at work. if she comes home annoyed (which is most days), she'll bend you over the nearest counter and take it out on you. sometimes, though, she just wants to lie back and be taken care of. being a surgeon is hard, y'know?
✱ vocal or silent?
overall, she's moderately silent. that doesn't mean you'll hear nothing from her, though. heavy breathing throughout the whole encounter, a few whispered words in between. you'll know when she's close once you hear groans and maybe even a few bitten-back moans. if you're good enough, that is.
✱ fav position?
when she's using a strap-on, emery loves the lotus position. to her, it's just the right amount of intimacy, and whenever she wants, she can lie on top of you to turn it into a breeding press. when she's getting head, she can't deny herself the worshipper position. one leg up on a chair, with you on your knees pleasing her. it gives you perfect access to her clit, and it just feels so good. when tribbing, she loves reverse cowgirl. like most of these, it's all about how it feels more than the visual for her. having you backing your own clit up onto hers is just mazeful.
✱ biggest kinks?
emery loves a full-time d/s dynamic. of course, there's times where she'd want to switch it up, but overall, it just works for her. not only this, but she's really into medplay. really into it. latex gloves, equipment, and the whole nine. call her dr. walsh and just see what happens.
✱ dirtiest fantasy?
secretly, walsh wants to put you in a collar. maybe even a leash if she ever admitted it and you were down for it. to have that kind of control over you, to have that trust between you two-- it makes her head spin. of course, she'd never tell you she wanted to do something like that. it's freakish and depraved. unless..?
✱ what does their aftercare look like?
emery's aftercare is quick, but thorough. she has a package of wipes in her bedside drawer to clean you up of any leftover lube or cum. a quick, shared shower between you two, and she's ready to bounce back. it won't even be an hour before she's in the kitchen making herself a snack or in her study researching again.
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-- thank god i kissed you back; after a quick conversation with garcia in the elevator about the women in your lives, you wonder just how you survived the sticky situationship phase / beginning stages of the relationship you found yourself in with doctor walsh. 2018 words.
cw: emery walsh x female reader; s2ep9 garsantos elevator (?) scene sprinkles + mentions sometime later; established relationship + mentions of prior situationship w walsh; human resource employee!reader
[ fun fact, lost about 4 edited drafts making this so i had to download a whole other app to write all my drafts on. ]
masterlist | rules
"we're just keeping it casual, right?"
those words knock my brain out of the fog it was in and i straightened up from where i was leaning against the back of the elevator, shifting the papers i had in my arms to a more comfortable position.
was it any of my business?
probably not? although my badge - branded with human resource department in big bold letters - burns through my shirt from where it hung, pinned against my sweater like a reminder that i probably should care. maybe even propose to schedule yet another orientation on employee fraternization like i haven't ever been caught up in one of those kinds of situations in the past during a time in my life where i was taking anything i could get.
my girlfriend worked just a few floor below me, with properly filed paperwork with HR in our employee record folders. but i digress, i was fine. emery was fine. thus, we were fine, labelled and everything. a lot okay-er than garcia and santos were.
i eye garcia. the good doctor seemingly unaffected by the look on doctor santos had on her face before the elevator doors closed. internally, i wanted to say something more in line with hospital policies on personal relationships between colleagues, even more so the kind with someone with a little more authority involved with someone who didn't.
but, of course i wouldn't do that. i expect she was privvy to emery and i's past situation, and i was not about to make myself out to be some kind of hypocrite. plus, disregarding what i had just witnessed, it was as though doctor santos seemed more or less - for the lack of a better word - content with the arrangement, albeit garcia seemed more than content keeping things between them casual and lowkey. kids these days, really.
"...good afternoon, dr. garcia," i say coolly, almost a litte too coolly - with that tone emery said i always had when i was trying to pry information out of people that i was bound to share with princess and perlah in the few minutes i spent in the pitt, routing forms and grabbing documents or badgering some unsuspecting bastard about answering an email i sent weeks ago. but i digress. this was my work voice, that i used at work, and was now currently using at work to make polite conversation with someone i had met outside of work on a rare night off with emery.
"likewise," she hums, glancing down at her pager, then at the lit up button on the elevator panel, "4th floor - off to see walsh?"
"uh - nope," i reply, popping the p, "off to retrieve some surveys gloria asked us to give out last week to all the departments,"
yolanda hums noncommittally, glancing once again at her pager when it beeps.
something else you must know is that emery also said i had a tendency not to let things go and pass quietly if it bothered me so much, never mind passing up an opportunity to bring it up in conversation to address it even when there was little to zero chance of it getting dealt with.
"you two should talk. like, properly."
a tense silence fills the elevator and i see how doctor garcia's shoulders stiffen just a tad.
"...excuse me?"
"boundaries, expectations - if they're being crossed or being met," i shrug, busying my one hand by pretending to shuffle through the stack of papers in the other one, "communicating isn't as bad for relationships as much as -"
"that's rich coming from you, sparkles," yolanda scoffs, shooting me a glance over her shoulder.
"now what's that supposed to mean?" i frown, looking at her over the top of my glasses. my line of work found communiation and clear boundaries and expectation very seriously, of course i would advocate for them (even given past aversion of communication, of course, i was a changed woman - best in communicating and everything).
"aren't you and walsh in the exact same boat?" she snorts, laughing to herself.
"uhm - no?" my head tilts in slight confusion, confusion she mirrored on her face with half body turn to look at me, "we've been official for months now,"
"you? and walsh?" she looks totally bewildered, "since when?"
"a couple months and i'm not saying any more," i huff, "and just so you know, em and i know about the betting pool,"
"if i win, we could split the profit,"
"hmm, could we?" i roll my eyes good-naturedly, sighing, "listen - all i'm saying is: get your shit together and stop dragging that poor girl around and talk to her nicely or so help me god, i will set her up with doctor ellis."
casual, casual, casual.
i tapped the end of my pencil against my chin. maybe reviewing my old posts and pictures was not the wisest idea i've had yet, after all, when was ruminating over my past bad decisions ever a good idea. i was supposed to be looking for throwback photos for a friend's birthday post, but somehow i ended up here, staring at a photo of emery and i, or rather a photo where both emery and i were present. the very root of the betting pool i was talking about with garcia earlier. to be fair, the friend i was making a birthday post for is in the photo, and it is a really good photo, which is why i linger on it a lot of the times i scan through photos for the sake of nostalgia and throwback moments i could post online.
i had my arms around my friend and they had theirs around me, we had matching smiles, glitter on our eyelids, cheeks flushed from all the laughs and dancing we had been doing throughout the night. i was leaning against my friend, balanced on one foot on tiptoe so i could at least be at the same height as they were. and in the back, in the very corner of the photo, on the verge of being barely visible unless you looked close enough, was emery, eyes narrowed and looking right at us, the photo snapped just as soon as she came into view with a drink in her hand. the first time i noticed it, i teased her about it - "were you trying to blow up my head with your mind, walsh?" followed by quite a hearty laugh. emery scoffed and turned away and i had just missed how her ears were reddening, only offering a raised eyebrow and receiving no response but a shrug from abbot when i spotted her swatting his arm after he had said something to her.
it was a harmless looking photo, when emery was cropped out of the corner.
nowadays, the more i stared at it...
huh.
you really could see the tension.
blinking, my head whips around towards the direction of the front door when i heard it open, followed by emery's voice calling out my name.
"kitchen!" i call back, stepping from behind the island and lowering my laptop screen enough that she wouldn't be able to see the photo i was staring at even if she was standing right next to it.
"what are you doing up?" emery calls from the hallway.
i shrug, leaning against the doorframe of the kitchen, watching her dump her bag onto the ground and peel off her sweater, followed by a long stretch before she started walking towards me with a soft smile.
"don't -" she imitates my shrug, "- me,"
"i will -" i shrug back, sliding my arms around her midsection, "- you as much as i want, thank you very much,"
emery hums, unimpressed, "how was your day?" she asks softly, pressing a tender, greeting kiss to my lips.
"busy, and long, but definitely not as busy and long as yours,"
she hums again, something closer to a groan when my fingers press on a knot in her neck, gently massaging away the tension. "would you mind grabbing me some pajamas while i unpack my go-bag and lay down on the couch for a bit? i'm exhausted,"
"mhmm, anything for you, grumpy,"
" grumpy?" she snorts, "have you been secretly spending time with garcia and picking up all her nicknames?"
"funnily enough, i saw her in the elevator this afternoon when i was picking up the questionnaires for gloria's surveys," i pull away, already turning to head to our shared bedroom.
"she better not have been trying anything funny," she calls after me jokingly.
"i was the funniest thing in that elevator!"
"that's my girl!"
i laugh to myself, shaking my head while i rummage through her drawers, pulling out a shirt and comfy pants before returning to the living room.
"by the way, i borrowed your - emery?" i scan the room only for her not to be there, so i tiptoe over to the kitchen and i could imagine how much of a deer-in-the-headlights look i sported when i saw her standing in front of my laptop, smirking, "...that opened on its own,"
"mhmm, sure," she nods slowly, crossing her arms over her chest.
"i was looking for pictures i could post for -"
"hey, i didn't say anything," emery holds her hands up in surrender, "wasn't gonna say anything,"
"your face does all the talking,"
"i'm just curious!" she starts to laugh.
"fine! i was contemplating!" i semi-aggressively set down her pajamas on the counter beside the laptop, shutting it.
"contemplating?" she echoes, "contemplating what?"
"mostly how i managed to survive all your mixed signals,"
"wow," emery's brows shoot to the top of her head, " my mixed signals?"
"okay - how i managed to survive a situationship then, all the shit i could never imagine myself being okay with now that i've experienced something a lot more stable,"
her eyes narrow this time, face contorted into an expression where she wasn't sure if she should laugh or be concerned. her hands - still smelling of hospital disinfectant and that hand lotion i gave her after she expressed feeling that her hands were a little too dry for hand holding - gently caress my face, "what's got you so reminiscent of days gone by?"
"well, shakespeare -" i huff out a laugh, "i'm just - like i said, i saw garcia in the elevator, there was a mostly one-sided conversation about talking about boundaries and shit in relation to her - situation with trinity and i just - spiraled, i guess," i shrug, eyes dropping, "i don't know - i'm just baffled, honestly, as someone who's, well, me, i'm just baffled beyond belief that i survived all that with you back then,"
when i look back up at emery, she was fighting back a laugh so i hit her shoulder, "fuck you, walsh, i'm trying to talk here,"
"i'm - i'm sorry," she starts to wheeze.
"then stop laughing," i whine, hitting her shoulder again, "god forbid i try being vulnerable, shit,"
"no - no, i'm sorry, really," my girlfriend draws me closer again, hand resting on the back of my neck, pressing apologetic kisses to the side of my lips, "honestly, there are days where i kinda feel like that too," her voice had lowered like she was telling me a secret. in a way, i guesss she was. vulnerability and opening up without sarcasm attached to it to deflect from that vulnerability was still a small journey we were trying to navigate together.
"...really?" i ask just as softly, looking up at her.
"mhmm, really-really," she replies, thumb smoothing over my cheek, "i'm surprised you wanted something beyond casual just as much as i did,"
my heart softens like a hundred-fold, evidenced by the way my lips curl up in a smile.
emery smiles back, and in that moment, i thanked my lucky stars that i was brave enough to kiss her the first time i ever did.
