Fic: You fall freestyle (1/2)
Title: You fall freestyle
Author: frenhu
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pairing: Emily Prentiss/Jennifer Jareau
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: No, they are not mine….“Criminal Minds” belongs to CBS.
Summary: You can hardly breathe. The air from your lungs is exiting your body like it’s never meant to be there.
Authors Note: After months, my muse got back and this is the outcome. Hope you like it! Enjoy and leave feedback.
A/N 2: My two favourite beta helped me to spot the mistakes, so thanks to carlyisnot and audiopineapple .
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You can hardly breathe. The air from your lungs is exiting your body like it’s never meant to be there. You want to take back what’s yours, gasping, knowing this is it. You pupils are probably dilated, your pale skin turning into a light shade of blue, then purple. His fingertips on your throat delving deeper and deeper and you can feel the veins pumping on your neck. You hear every beat of your heart getting weaker, slowly fading. His piercing eyes have no mercy as they are burning into yours, the grotesque grimace on the face in front of you is quietly turning into a pleasant grin, knowing that your life is in his hands now. The control he has satisfies him to no end, pushing everything out of you within minutes.
You stopped fighting to reach your gun, which is a few inches away, scattered on the floor. You don’t care about your bleeding nose, bruised ribs and swollen eye anymore. Now you are only focusing to stay alive just a little bit longer, to buy your team time to find you because you know they have to be close. You hope that they find you before it’s too late. One more minute. That’s all you have left.
The seconds pass too quickly for your liking, while in your mind everything slows down. Death by suffocation; this is not how you imagined it. Of course, you knew that in your line of job anything can happen in a fraction of time but still, you did not expect this. All thoughts abandon you, there is no oxygen left.
But you want to give yourself the dignity to at least die with a happy memory in your head. Hundreds of images are flashing through your mind in a second but only one stands out as a red flag, surprising you. The little, unimportant, details are flooding you like it happened yesterday and this all is kind of ironic because this is the last thing you should be thinking at this moment.
The first line you two exchanged. The sensation when your eyes met. The porcelain skin, her gracious hand. The voice that hit you deep down, in your core, enjoying every word that left her mouth. The fear and insecurity she felt on her first day. The nervousness which you thought was cute. But mostly, you remember her warmth that she unconsciously radiated towards you and everyone.
Now you are feeling cold, shivering, starting to lose your consciousness. His rough and brutal grip is tightening around your neck, your arms slacking to your sides, your eyes are closing.
The last thing you hear is a loud noise but you can’t exactly identify the source of origin. You feel his hands slip of off you and someone calls your name over and over again but you can’t reply.
With a slight smile on your face, you give in and everything goes blank.
Author: frenhu
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pairing: Emily Prentiss/Jennifer Jareau
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: No, they are not mine….“Criminal Minds” belongs to CBS.
Summary: You can hardly breathe. The air from your lungs is exiting your body like it’s never meant to be there.
Authors Note: After months, my muse got back and this is the outcome. Hope you like it! Enjoy and leave feedback.
A/N 2: My two favourite beta helped me to spot the mistakes, so thanks to carlyisnot and audiopineapple .
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You can hardly breathe. The air from your lungs is exiting your body like it’s never meant to be there. You want to take back what’s yours, gasping, knowing this is it. You pupils are probably dilated, your pale skin turning into a light shade of blue, then purple. His fingertips on your throat delving deeper and deeper and you can feel the veins pumping on your neck. You hear every beat of your heart getting weaker, slowly fading. His piercing eyes have no mercy as they are burning into yours, the grotesque grimace on the face in front of you is quietly turning into a pleasant grin, knowing that your life is in his hands now. The control he has satisfies him to no end, pushing everything out of you within minutes.
You stopped fighting to reach your gun, which is a few inches away, scattered on the floor. You don’t care about your bleeding nose, bruised ribs and swollen eye anymore. Now you are only focusing to stay alive just a little bit longer, to buy your team time to find you because you know they have to be close. You hope that they find you before it’s too late. One more minute. That’s all you have left.
The seconds pass too quickly for your liking, while in your mind everything slows down. Death by suffocation; this is not how you imagined it. Of course, you knew that in your line of job anything can happen in a fraction of time but still, you did not expect this. All thoughts abandon you, there is no oxygen left.
But you want to give yourself the dignity to at least die with a happy memory in your head. Hundreds of images are flashing through your mind in a second but only one stands out as a red flag, surprising you. The little, unimportant, details are flooding you like it happened yesterday and this all is kind of ironic because this is the last thing you should be thinking at this moment.
The first line you two exchanged. The sensation when your eyes met. The porcelain skin, her gracious hand. The voice that hit you deep down, in your core, enjoying every word that left her mouth. The fear and insecurity she felt on her first day. The nervousness which you thought was cute. But mostly, you remember her warmth that she unconsciously radiated towards you and everyone.
Now you are feeling cold, shivering, starting to lose your consciousness. His rough and brutal grip is tightening around your neck, your arms slacking to your sides, your eyes are closing.
The last thing you hear is a loud noise but you can’t exactly identify the source of origin. You feel his hands slip of off you and someone calls your name over and over again but you can’t reply.
With a slight smile on your face, you give in and everything goes blank.