Summary: You and Emily have been pining for each other since you first became an intern at the BAU. A night at the bar, with a few drinks in, Emily finally has had enough and makes her move.
Genre: Fluff and smut
Warnings: I mean it’s smut so… that. Legal age gap (reader is 21+ tho) Alcohol mentions, top!Emily and bottom!Reader, oral (r receiving). Let me know if I forgot anything!
A/N: This is my first time writing for Emily and the plot really… escaped from me at one point. I found that I do love writing reader x Emily stuff so there may or may not be more in the future.
Emily had been leaning against the bar for the better part of an hour now, sipping on what she thinks is probably her fourth drink of the night. She wasn’t entirely sure, she hadn’t been focused on counting. No, instead she was focused on you. You were at the opposite corner of the bar, drink in hand, and a wide grin spread across your face. You were next to Spencer, both of you giggling at something he just said. Emily couldn’t help the smile that tugged on her lips as she watched you. You were usually so quiet, the youngest intern at the BAU, you took things pretty seriously. However, when Garcia would invite you at for drinks after a long day of work, Emily really saw you finally starting to relax. She loved your work ethic, she loved your drive, but more than that she loved that goofy little grin you got when you let your guard down and actually enjoyed yourself. She knew you felt out of place at the BAU, she just hoped one day you’d go on to be a real part of the team and know that you’re respected. Emily spent a lot of time watching you, maybe too much, and she thought you were brilliant. She knew you didn’t think the same of yourself.
“She’s cute, you know.” Garcia slid up beside where Emily was leaning against the counter, fruity drink in hand.
“She’s young,” Emily replied with a scoff. “Too young for me…” Her voice trailed off, and Garcia didn’t miss the hint of disappointment in her tone.
“Yeah, but I see the way you look at her.” Garcia took a sip from her drink. “And the way she giggles at your so not funny jokes every morning when she brings you coffee. Oh, and don’t think I don’t know that you planned to quit caffeine months ago. That flew out the window the minute she strolled in.” Garcia shook her head, a playful smile on her face.
Definitely Worth It - Emily Prentiss x afab fem reader smut
Hello friends! I'm back again with some friends to lovers smut with plot for youuu! And just in time (barely!) for @sweetprentiss 's birthday bingo: friends to lovers, affectionate teasing, and "I can't concentrate when you look at me like that"
Description: You and the team are staying in a hotel, snowed in for the night. The sexual tension between you and Emily is so incredibly thick, and it takes some worda of encouragement and some liquid courage from the hotel bar/lounge for you two to finally do something about it.
Rating: E +18 there is cursing and sex
Word count: 5, 850 (holy shit I didn't realize it was this long I'm so sorry but I think it's totally worth it (and mostly dialogue so it should be pretty easy to read)???)
A cold gust of air blows through the automatic sliding doors and into the lobby of the hotel you and the team are staying at for your current assignment. Despite already having caught the unsub and closing the case earlier that day, you all have to stay one more night in Ohio due to a snowstorm that grounded all flights for the evening.
“Cold, cold, cold, cold, cold!” You chant as you rush past the team to get further inside the lobby.
“Oh come on now, Y/L/n! It’s not even that bad yet!” Derek calls after you.
“Not that bad? YET?!” You exclaim. “Morgan, I can’t feel my fingers! Or my toes!” You complain.
“Don’t worry, Y/n. Once we get to our room, we’ll crank the heater up.” Emily says.
“Are we gonna cuddle to keep warm?” You ask teasingly. Emily playfully rolls her eyes at you.
“You know what always warms me up?” Rossi asks.
“Scotch.” Spencer answers.
Rossi nods, “Would anyone care to join me at the bar over there?” There’s a lounge with a small bar located on the ground floor of the hotel, it’s entrance to the left of the front desk.
The petite blonde shrugs her shoulders, “Might as well, but I want to head to the room first to change into something warmer and less... worky.”
“I’ll join you Rossi, as long as you're buying!” Emily teases, grinning from ear to ear.
Dave scowls, “Is that all I’m good for? Buying you booze?”
Derek chuckles, “Nah, Rossi. You buy us dinner too, and for that we are grateful!” He claps Rossi on the back before guiding him towards the elevator.
“Ah, screw you, children.” Dave grumbles.
Once you're all piled into the elevator, you speak up, “You guys need to stop taking advantage of Rossi’s generosity and abundance of wealth!”
Rossi looks down at you, “Thank you?”
“Then why don’t you buy me a beer, Y/n?” Emily asks, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.
You scoff, “Why don’t you buy your own drinks for once, Em?”
The elevator bell dings and the metal doors open. You all shuffle out into the hallway and begin making your way to your rooms.
“I’m too pretty to buy my own drinks.” Emily says, playfully flipping her hair.
You roll your eyes, “You’re incorrigible.”
“Yeah,” Emily says as she unlocks and opens the door to your shared room, “But you can’t deny that it’s true.”
“What’s true?” You ask.
“That I’m too pretty to buy my own drinks.”
You laugh, “I do think you’re pretty...” you say after shrugging your bag off your shoulder, it lands with a thump on the floor next to one of the beds, claiming your side. “Pretty full of yourself.”
Emily's jaw drops and she scoffs, “Excuse me?”
“You heard me.” You challenge back.
“You wanna go?” Emily playfully threatens, a huge grin on her face.
You grin, “Oh sure! Shall we go outside and fight in the snow till one of us gets frostbite? Or is a pillow fight more your speed?” With that being said, you feel something large and soft hit your back before falling to the floor. You stand still, slowly turning your head to look over your shoulder. “Oh, you did not just do that.”
Emily grabs another pillow from her bed and hugs it to her chest, “Well I did. What are you gonna do about it?”
“Nothing, because I wanna finish unpacking my- ow!” Another pillow is thrown at you, hitting you in the face this time.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” Emily’s apology gets lost in her laughter.
You glare, “Oh you’re so going down.” You grab a pillow from the ground and clutch it tightly in your hands, holding it up. You nod at the other pillow on the ground, “Pick it up.”
She leans down to pick up the pillow and you decide it’s the perfect opportunity to attack. The pillow hits Emily’s side with a thwack, and the brunette shouts, “Hey, not fair!”
You stare down at your friend and grin, “Life ain’t fair, Prentiss.”
The two of you begin to chase each other around the small hotel room, giggling and cursing as you hit each other with your fluffy weapons. That is until there’s a moment of surrender.
Emily’s got you cornered, you’re laying on your bed, pillowless. She’s got one of your legs pinned under her knee as she towers over you with her pillow raised. “Any last words?”
You gaze up at her, smirking. “Despite the fact that you’re about to smite me with a hotel pillow, I can’t stop staring at your tits.” You reach up and hook the collar of her v-neck sweater and pull before releasing it, the fabric bouncing back against her chest.
Emily’s lips part, emitting a small gasp. She lowers her pillow, her dark eyes scanning your face. You feel your cheeks start to warm up as you lay still beneath her. You love teasing her like that, knowing it catches her off guard. You’re grateful that Penelope taught you some tricks on how to up your flirting game, the tech analyst being an expert in your eyes.
“You... Damn you! Stop looking at me like that!”
“Like what?”
“You’re trying too hard to look all cute and shit.”
“I think the person who is trying too hard at anything right now, is you.”
You’re staring at each other now, challenging each other. You’re internally begging for Emily to make a move, to toss the pillow to the side and pin your hands down and just kiss you! But you watch as she sighs and shakes her head. In moments like this one, even she can’t ignore how absolutely mad with lust you both can be, but you both have been trying your best to pretend that it’s just the flirty and teasing nature of your friendship. Though you are getting pretty tired of pretending.
“Shut up, Y/n.” Emily says with a smirk, suddenly dropping the pillow she’s been holding onto your face and climbing off the bed.
You sigh dramatically, tossing the pillow over towards Emily's side of the hotel room. “You’re no fun.” You grumble, which causes Emily to look over her shoulder with an arched brow. A threatening look, a warning.
“I’m a lot of fun, and you know it.”
A string of knocks on your door startles you, you and Emily looking over at the door. “Who is it?” You shout.
“It’s me and JJ!” You hear Penelope exclaim from the otherside of the door. You brush past Emily on your way to the door, the brunette following close behind you.
“What are you guys doing in there?” JJ asks as you open the door.
It takes you a second to realize why she’s asking that question, which is probably because of the noise level coming from your room just a few minutes ago. “Oh, Emily hit me with a pillow. Two pillows, actually. So, I was enacting my revenge.”
You glance up at Emily to find her nodding before she smirks and speaks, “Yeah, but I won.”
“Only because you gave up!” You argue.
“Did not!”
“Did too!”
“Emily, stop being mean to Y/n! Friends don't hit friends with pillows!” Penelope exclaims, wagging her finger at the woman in question.
"Isn't that the whole point of having a pillow fight at a sleepover?" JJ says, crossing her arms and smirking.
“But I-” Emily tries to defend herself, but you quickly interrupt her.
“Em, you heard the Oracle! Stop being mean to me.” You tease.
Emily's jaw dropped, "Oh come on! Y/n was being mean to me too! She was playing dirty!”
Penelope playfully pouts, “Awww, how could this precious little cutie pie be mean to you, Emily?” She coos as she cups your face with both hands and squishes your cheeks, reminding you of when you'd visit your great aunt when you were little.
“Oh, I didn't fall for her set-up." You answer.
JJ looks at Emily with a raised brow, "Set-up?"
Emily pokes her tongue out to lick the corner of her mouth and shrugs, "I was trying to get her to compliment me, but she decided to be an asshole instead."
"Oh, she admits it!" You say as you turn around to look up at Emily. "You know, I did call you pretty, technically. Then you threatened me!" As soon as your sentence ends your chest begins to feel tight, locking eyes with the woman before you, the tension growing between you and Emily once more. But with two pairs of eyes on you, you clear your throat and begin to walk out into the hallway. "Come on, girls. Let’s see if we beat the guys to the bar."
---
You, Emily, Penelope, and JJ are indeed the first ones to arrive at the hotel bar. Emily ends up buying you a cranberry and whiskey cocktail as an apology for instigating the pillow fight, you gladly accept it. Penelope starts animatedly chatting with Emily about her Buffy the Vampire Slayer rewatch, knowing that the show is one of Emily’s favorites. This leaves an opportunity for JJ to pull you aside and strike up a conversation.
“So, you two are relieving your sexual tension with pillow fights now?” JJ asks, the blonde has been in the know about your feelings for your best friend and fellow agent, so the question doesn’t come as a surprise.
You sigh, “Emily started it! JJ, what was I supposed to do? Not fight back?”
“Did you two have another ‘almost’ moment?” JJ asks, she refers to the moments where you and Emily ‘almost’ cross the line between friendship and more.
You nod in response, looking down at your shoes as you nibble on your bottom lip. “She had me pinned, and I made a comment about how her tits looked good, and she just... sighed. And dropped the pillow on my face. I don’t know, Jayje. I’m trying so hard to flirt and tease and get her to- oh, I don’t know. Cave? The ice is so incredibly thin, and I think something is going to happen. Soon. I can’t handle being in the same room as her without my brain going ‘oh my god she's so pretty I want her so bad’ like... All. The. Time.”
JJ’s laughing at you, your exaggerated comical retelling of your inner thoughts often makes her and the others laugh. “You’ve got it sooo bad, Y/n.”
"Yo!” A man’s voice hollers. “Y'all were having a pillow fight? And you didn't invite me?" Derek says as he approaches where you and the girls are seated on barstools.
You roll your eyes, "Alright, who told Morgan?" You lock eyes with Penelope who clamps her lips together and slowly slides her phone back into her purse.
“Invite you? Why, so you can film it?” Emily jokes. The innuendo catches you off guard as you take a sip of your drink, causing you to almost choke.
Derek grins, “Maybe you guys needed a referee?”
You clear your throat and look over at Derek, “For what? To make sure we keep it a fair fight? We’re just hitting each other with fluffy hotel pillows, Morgan.”
“Hey now, trust me. Damage can be done. People can get hurt pretty easily if you’re not careful.” The man says before ordering a couple drinks, probably one for him and one for Reid.
JJ smirks, “Sounds like you have some personal experience.”
Morgan smacks his lips together, “My sister got a concussion because I smacked her so hard she tripped and fell, and BOOM, hit her head on the dresser.”
Penelope gasps, "Derek, how could you!" She exclaims.
Emily chuckles and takes a sip from her beer, “Yikes, I bet your mom was pissed.”
You look back towards the lobby, "Is Reid coming?"
Derek shakes his head, "Nah, he found some old movie on TV so he's totally engrossed. He says hi, though."
Penelope places a hand over her heart, "Aww, he's so precious."
A couple minutes later Dave approaches. You all greet the old man enthusiastically. "Hey, the life of the party has finally arrived!" Emily cheers.
Dave smiles and shakes his head, “Please tell me someone has ordered for me already.”
“Got you right here, my man.” Derek says, gesturing to a glass of amber liquid sitting on the bartop.
“Thanks, kid.” Rossi says, grabbing his drink and sipping it slowly.
You watch as JJ walks over to one of the sofas in the lounge and sits, and Emily follows, calling after her. They both sit, Emily’s hand landing on JJ’s back as they chat with each other. You sigh, taking a few swigs of your beer. You’re too focused on Emily to notice that Penelope is now standing next to you, sipping her vodka soda through the tiny red stir straw that came in the glass. She glances between you and Emily, a huge grin forming on her face.
"Y/n... Y/n? Sugar?” Penelope calls, but it isn’t until she waves her hand over your face that you break your gaze.
“Oh shit, sorry Pen. What’s up?"
"You're staring at her again."
"Who?"
"Our sexy smart brunette over there. How’s that going by the way? The tension between you two is so...” Penelope doesn’t finish her sentence using words and instead wriggles her eyebrows. It makes you laugh.
“I’ve been a lot more bold, I guess, when it comes to flirting with her. Like, earlier? During our pillow fight? I-”
“I know. The boobies. And she told you to shut up. A classic Emily Prentiss deflection.”
“Wait- she told you?” You ask, surprised yet also not surprised at the same time by the fact that Emily told Penelope what had happened.
Penelope grins and nods, “Yeah! And I’m very proud of you, that was so good!”
“Oh, well-uh... thanks, Garcia.” You say, offering the tech analyst a closed lip smile. “I just... I wish that either of us would finally do it, ya know?
“Like, do it-do it?” Penelope asks, wiggling her brows yet again.
“No! Well, kinda? What I mean is, I want us to finally take that step towards doing something more- towards being something more. I can’t continue to play games with her, Pen. I’m getting too frustrated. And I’m trying so hard to express how much I want her, but she just... she won’t go for it. And I’m starting to think that... maybe she doesn’t want me.”
"Oh trust me, Emily totally wants to jump your bones.”
You scoff, “Yeah? Then why hasn’t she? I’m ready and willing!”
"I know, sunshine.” Penelope pats and rubs your shoulder, the pet name she just used making your chest flutter since it’s your favorite. “But you gotta be patient just a little bit longer. It’ll be worth it, I promise.”
All you can do is sigh, your shoulders slump. “If you say so.”
“A little liquid courage could be just what you two need. Have a couple more drinks- or here, better yet.” Penelope whistles and calls JJ and Emily over. “Ladies! We’re doing shots! Come join us!” The two women make their way over to where you and Penelope are standing at the bar.
“Can I get in on this too?” Derek asks, following behind Emily and JJ.
“Sure, my sweet sculpted Adonis! What about you, Rossi?” Penelope asks as she looks past Derek at Dave, who is sitting in an armchair across the room.
He shakes his head, “Nah, shots are for kids.”
“Says the man drinking what is basically a shot of scotch from a whiskey glass.” Emily says.
“Bah, whatever.” The older man grumbles, waving his hand to dismiss Emily’s remark.
---
Later that night, you and Emily stumble into your hotel room, arms linked, both of you have the giggles.
“So, that was fun, yeah?" She asks, slipping out of your grasp and walking past you into the room.
You nod as the door shuts behind you, you lean back against it. "Maybe too much fun, I'm feelin' pretty... tips-unk."
Emily laughs, "Tips-unk? Is that supposed to be a combination of tipsy and drunk?"
"Yeah!” You say, walking further into the room and towards Emily. “Because I'm more than tipsy, but not, like, drunk yet." You explain as you sit on the edge of your bed and pull off your shoes. You're not paying much attention to your roommate, who is standing and leaning on the small desk in the room, trying to unzip her boots but seems to be having a bit of trouble with one of the zippers.
“Having trouble?” You ask, take a few steps toward Emily.
“Yeah, the stupid thing is caught on the other stupid thing.”
You nod, lowering yourself to kneel on the ground. “Here, let me see.” You fidget with the zipper on Emily’s left boot, trying to get it back on its track in order for it to unzip. You're concentrating on the task at hand, so much so that you don’t notice Emily beginning to strip herself of her sweater. Emily’s hands land on your shoulders, holding herself up. Once you get the zipper unstuck, you go ahead and unzip the other boot for her, then pat her ankles to tell her to slip her feet out.
She begins unbuckling her belt, right in front of your face, and all you can do is stare dumbly as her long fingers fiddle with the latch and pull the leather strip from the buckle. You look up at her, your lips pattern and eyes wide, and by the look on her face, that devilish grin, she totally knows what kind of effect her action has on you.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” Emily asks, teasingly.
“I should be asking you the same question.” You tease back.
“You can get up off your knees, you know.” Emily says as she slowly slips her belt out of the loops of her jeans.
“Should I?” You ask, your hands once again landing on her ankles and begin moving up her legs. Once you reach her knees, you’re surprised that she hasn’t stopped you yet. You decide to keep your hand right above her knees, not daring to move them up any further.
Emily wraps her belt around her hand, gathering the strap into a tightly wound circle. “You’re... incorrigible.” She says, her voice sounding lustful and you can’t help but doubt your ears when you hear it.
“Yeah, but... you can’t deny that you like it.”
“Like what, exactly?”
“Me being on my knees for you.”
Emily places her belt onto the hotel desk before reaching down to pet your hair. You remain still, not sure what she’s going to do, but knowing that whatever she does and however she touches you will be welcomed and accepted. She threads her fingers into your hair, scratching at your scalp, and suddenly she lightly tugs at your roots. It makes you gasp and grip her thighs, your nails digging into the denim fabric of her pants. Your reaction makes her chuckle, but not a lighthearted chuckle, it’s the kind of chuckle that makes you feel extremely nervous and intimidated. Emily Prentiss is plotting something, and she’s clearly enjoying the effect she has on you.
“Stand up, silly girl.” She commands, ruffling your hair before removing her hand from your hair and stepping back, causing you to let go of her legs.
You hold one of your hands up towards Emily, “Help me up, please.” Emily grabs it and pulls you up, but the level of strength she uses to bring you to your feet so quickly suddenly makes you lightheaded. You stumble forward, colliding into Emily and bumping your chin against her collarbone. “Woah! Sorry, Em!”
“No worries. I got you. Here, sit down.” Emily guides you over to her bed, pushing you to sit down. You fall back and collapse on the mattress, closing your eyes to stop the room from spinning. Emily straddles your hips and begins unbuttoning your cardigan. Her fingers pop open the buttons one by one at an agonizingly slow pace. All you can focus on is how warm the apex of Emily’s thighs are as she remains seated across your lap. Your hands land on the tops of her thighs and they slide up and down, occasionally lightly squeezing Emily’s flesh. You notice that every time you squeeze her thighs, her hips grind down against you, ever so slightly.
“Emily?” You ask hesitantly, watching her as she pulls open your cardigan and places her hands on your abdomen, right below your breasts which are still covered by the t-shirt you’ve been wearing underneath. You take a deep breath in and your chest rises, and Emily’s hands move down towards the top of your jeans untucking the fabric of your t-shirt and pulling it up your stomach.
“Yes?” Emily asks, her brown eyes finally glancing up to meet yours after concentrating on undressing you. She reaches behind her back, underneath her tank top, and unhooks her bra. One of the straps slides down and Emily manages to pull it down further to slip her arm out, and then pulls the garment through the arm hole on the other side. It gets tossed onto the floor, you hear it land with a soft thump.
“What-uh... what are you doing?” You whisper in the dimly lit room, realizing that your eyes haven’t left her chest since she started removing her bra. There are goosebumps spread across the tops of her breasts and her nipples are poking through the thin fabric of her tank top. Your hands are now on Emily’s waist, extremely tempted to travel further up to touch her chest, but you stop yourself and instead squeeze her sides as your hips buck up against hers.
Emily laughs, grabbing your hands and removing them from her body. “What are you doing?”
You frown, shaking your head. “I asked you first.” Bucking your hips again, you gaze up at Emily, who bites her bottom lip and lets out a breathy moan that she tries to disguise with a halfhearted laugh.
“Tough.” She says, suddenly leaning forward to lay her body on top of yours, her breasts squishing against your own. Her hands pin yours down onto the mattress. You begin to squirm underneath her. She’s playing dirty, and if you had any ounce of strength to hold yourself together you’d confront her on it, you’d push her off of you or at least flip her over. But you don’t. You’re pinned underneath the woman who you’re so desperate for that your entire body feels like it’s on fire when she touches you. When she looks at you the way she is right now: long dark eyelashes fluttering, ruby lips parted, her pink tongue swiping over her bottom lip; you’re completely and pathetically helpless.
“Kiss me.” You command, leaning your head up to try and nuzzle your nose against hers, to try and get as close to her mouth as possible.
One of Emily’s hands lets go of yours and grips your chin, her mouth widening into a grin, the same devilish grin from earlier. “Tell me how badly you want me to kiss you, and I’ll kiss you.”
“I... I...” You groan in frustration, “I can't concentrate when you look at me like that!”
“Then close your eyes.” She whispers, her thumb grazing over your bottom lip. When you try to wrap your lips around it, she pulls it away.
"Emily, I swear to god!” You exclaim, your frustration boiling into anger. With one of your hands now free, you push Emily back and sit up, forcing Emily to climb off of your lap and stand at the edge of the bed. “If you keep playing games with me and teasing me like this, I’m gonna lose my shit! Why? Why do we keep doing this? Flirting and lusting after each other, if you don’t want to finally do something about how much I want you. I. Want. You. And by the way you look at me, how you touch me... I mean, come on Em! You want me too, don’t you? Or else this is getting pretty fucked up, and I’m tired of being this patheticaly into you if you don’t-”
“I want you too! I want you, I do! I want to kiss you and touch you and fuck you so incredibly much that it’s all I think about when we’re alone together! I’m crazy about you, Y/n!”
“Yeah? Then come here, so we can finally-” Emily doesn’t wait for you to finish your sentence. She climbs into your lap once more and grabs your face, bringing you into a searing kiss. Your arms wrap around her waist and you hold her close, kissing her back with as much passion as you can muster.
---
“I can’t believe we’re finally doing this.”
“Me too.”
Clothes are taken off and thrown haphazardly around the room, leaving the two of you topless and in your underwear, grinding against each other in Emily’s bed. You’re on top of Emily, riding her thigh as her mouth licks, kisses, and nips at your bare chest.
“Fuck, that feels so good. You feel so fucking good” You moan out as Emily grips your ass tightly and brings you down to grind harder on her thigh. Her tongue flicks and swipes over your hardened nipple, then she sucks on it hard, making you squeal and tug on her hair.
She pulls away, laughing lightly. "Just wait till I put my mouth on your pussy, and my fingers slip inside you.” Her statement makes you whimper and you begin to desperately hump her thigh. “I can feel how wet you're getting, rubbing on my thigh like that."
And with that being said, you grab Emily's hand and guide it between your legs. "Do you want to feel how wet I am for you? Do you want to touch me, Emily? Touch me, baby. Please."
Emily’s hand boldly cups your pussy over your underwear, her fingers flexing against your soaked cotton covered folds. “Mmm, you’re fucking ready for me, aren’t you?” She asks, peppering your neck with kisses. All you can do is nod, grinding against her hand. “Then lay down on your back for me, baby.”
You flip onto your back and Emily pulls your underwear down your legs before grabbing a hold of both your knees and pulling your legs apart. Her eyes scan your now completely naked body. “Like what you see?” You ask. You already have small bite marks and hickeys on your chest, and one on your neck that you’re hoping you can hide from the rest of the team with a turtleneck you had packed in your go-bag.
Emily nods, grazing her fingertips from your chest down your stomach, over your hips and down your thighs. You shudder at the contact squirming on your back. You watch Emily as she shifts to lay on her stomach, leaning down to press sloppy open mouth kisses to your hips and inner thighs. “Emily, please.” You buck your hips up and whine.
“I’m taking my time.” She says simply.
You roll your eyes and thread your fingers into her hair, trying to pull her face to where you want it the most. Emily chuckles at your action, and just when you think she’s gonna fight you and continue teasing you, her tongue licks a long stripe over your pussy and her mouth envelopes it. Her lips wrap around your clit and suck, her tongue flicking and lapping it. Your back arches off the bed and your head is thrown back, pressing hard into the pillow under it. The wet slurping sounds coming from Emily eating you out makes your head feel fuzzy. You’re already panting, whimpering, gasping for air. Emily’s mouth is relentless, and her hands wrap around your thighs to keep your legs spread apart.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Emily! How the hell are you so good at this?”
“Better than you thought I’d be?”
“I’ve dreamt about this way too much and I think I’m just so fucking relieved that this isn’t a- ohhh fuck, yes baby, just like that!” The tip of Emily’s tongue is slipping past your folds and sinking into your hole, dabbing in and out. “I want your fingers, I want you inside me so bad. Please Emily, please fuck me!”
“You’re so fucking hot when you beg. Do it more.”
“No. I’m tired of waiting.”
“Oh my goodness, what a little brat you’re being!”
“You’re a goddamn tease!”
“Are you sure about that?” Two of Emily’s fingers suddenly enter you, sliding inside so easily it only takes a second for the entire length of her fingers to be inside you. They curl deeply inside you, rubbing around to find your g-spot. By the reaction you have when she touches a certain spot, you gasping and nodding your head, she repeats her action. “There it is. You like that, honey? Does that feel good?”
“Yes! Yes, yes that feels so- mmm, so good.”
“Good. Good girl.” Emily’s fingers slip in and out of your pussy at a quick rough pace, which absolutely blows your mind and makes your eyes roll back into your head.
“Oh fuck, oh holy mother of- fuuuck! Emily!” You play with your breasts as Emily fucks you with her fingers, pinching and twisting your nipples, grabbing handfulls of fatty flesh, kneading and squeezing.
“I wanna make you cum so bad, Y/n. How can I make you cum, baby?”
“Just. Keep. Doing that. But slower. And harder. And I need- I need my clit touched.”
Emily follows your instructions, slowing her fingers yet each thrust being stronger. And she leans back down to press her tongue flat against your clit, using the combination of tongue and lips to lick and suck on your sensitive bundle of nerves. Your hips rock against Emily’s hand, and your throat releases little grunts and groans as you close your eyes and enjoy the overwhelming pleasure you’re feeling.
Pretty soon you’re gripping the fleece blankets of the bed tightly and Emily is giving her all into bringing you to the edge. You look down and watch as the muscles in her shoulders and back flex and shift, admiring the sheen of sweat on her creamy skin. You can’t believe how incredibly sexy this woman is, and you’re incredibly impressed and in awe of her skills in bed. You’re so close to cuming, and Emily is doing such an incredible job giving you all the pleasure you can recieve. Her pace suddenly quickens, and the pleasure is so overwhelming that you’re about to orgasm in a matter of seconds.
“Oh fuck yes! Yes! Yes! I’m cumming, I’m cummming, I’m cumming- OHHH GODDD.” You grip your breasts and claw at the blankets, letting out a guttural groan as your whole body shudders. A hot tight tension in your abdomen relaxes, and the euphoria flushes over you.
“Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit.” That’s all you can say as you try to calm your breathing. Emily crawls up your body, kissing you passionately, her tongue passing your lips and dancing with yours. You can taste yourself, and you moan as you suck on her tongue. It’s your favorite thing to do after a partner eats you out, and by Emily’s reaction, grinding her hips to press her pubic bone against your pussy, you learn that Emily likes it too.
You graze your nails up and down her back as you both begin to relax in each other’s arms, lazily making out. Emily Prentiss is such a good kisser. Powerful, magical, and hungry.
“That was so fucking hot.” Emily finally says when her mouth disconnects from yours, her nose nuzzling against yours.
“Agreed.” You whisper against her lips. “Do you regret waiting so long?”
Emily laughs, “Honestly? Yeah. We could’ve been doing this weeks ago!”
“What is wrong with us?” You say with a laugh.
“Well for me, it’s the building anticipation. Like... I knew that when we finally fucked, it would be the most desperate and hot fucking we’d ever experience.”
“Are you saying it won’t be like this again?” You ask, pouting your lips. “Because now I have high expectations.”
“Hmmm...” Emily hums, kissing your cheek. “I personally promise to please you however you want. And whenever you want... within reason.”
You grin, “Sounds good to me. But... how can I return the favor?” You ask, your hand slipping between Emily’s thighs.
She moans softly at the contact, closing her eyes and biting down on her bottom lip. When she opens her eyes again, her pupils are blown. “Put in the same amount of effort into fucking me as I do fucking you. Deal?”
You nod your head,“I can most certainly do that.” You push Emily by her shoulders to get off of you, “Now, Prentiss. Get on your back. I’ve been dying to know what you taste like.”
Emily laughs as she lands on her back, immediately pulling you into a kiss. As she kisses and nibbles on your ear, you look out of the corner of your eye at the time the hotel alarm clock is displaying. You and Emily are supposed to be on the jet home in four hours. You decide that you two will probably nap on the ride back to Virginia, and that you’re going to fuck Emily untill the sun begins to rise. Becasue you want to continue kissing, touching, and fucking each other for as long as you’re able. Physical exhaustion be damned.
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“Good morning, my lovelies!” Penelope cheers when you and Emily finally walk into the hotel lobby. You both are so exhausted, and your bodies are sore. But the uncomfortableness is so, so incredibly worth it.
“Hey, PG.” Emily grumbles. She has her arm wrapped around your shoulder as you both shuffle closer towards the team with your go-bags in hand.
JJ grins, “Long night?”
From the looks on the girls’ faces, you come to the understanding that they know just how long of a night you and Emily had.
Emily nods, “Very long night. Couldn’t sleep.”
You smirk and nod, “Right. We’re napping on the plane. Right, Em?”
“Mmmhmm.” Emily hums.
As you and the rest of the team walk out of the hotel, a cold gust of wind hits you and you shiver.
“Here, sugar. I got you.” Penelope calls out, wrapping her arms around you as Emily walks further ahead. As soon as Emily’s out of earshot, the tech analyst smacks your shoulder. “Was it worth keeping me and JJ up too?”
You chuckle, looking up towards Emily, who looks back behind her shoulder and winks at you. Your mouth forms into a grin so wide it makes your cheeks hurt. “Definitely. Definitely worth it.”
there are butch women out there in the world and that makes me smile.
somewhere, even right now, a butch is buttoning up her work shirt. another butch somewhere else is changing out of her work clothes, and another one is cooking a meal. somewhere, right now, a butch is holding her girlfriend’s hand. a butch is going on a first date and is nervous. a butch is going through a breakup. a butch is newly in a relationship. a butch is laughing. a butch is dancing.
somewhere right now, a butch is shopping for new jeans. another butch is listening to the radio. a butch is making her own music. somewhere, a butch is up early while another butch is sleeping in. a butch has a long commute. a butch walks to the corner store for a snack. a butch is going for a run. a butch is breaking in new shoes. a butch is driving down the highway. a butch is calling her wife on the phone to see how her day was. somewhere a butch is tying a tie, and somewhere else a butch is helping another woman zip up the back of her dress, or maybe helping another woman tie her tie.
somewhere a butch feels lonely, and somewhere a butch is experiencing love for the first time. somewhere a butch is on the train, or the subway, or a motorcycle. somewhere a butch is out fishing. somewhere a butch is eating a sandwich. another butch marches in a political demonstration or a pride parade. somewhere in the world a butch is reading a book. a butch is going to the movie theater. a butch is quitting her job, or starting a new one. a butch is visiting someone in the hospital. a butch is going to church, or synagogue, or mosque, and another butch is coming to terms with not going to anything like that anymore.
somewhere out there, a butch is retired. a butch is picking her children up from school. a butch is happy. a young butch somewhere is putting on her first men’s clothes with some trepidation but a lot of joy. a butch is coming out to her family, or at school or work. a butch is going to the doctor or the dentist. a butch is playing basketball. a butch is moving into a new home, or redecorating a long time one. a butch is struggling to pay her bills. a butch is taking care of a loved one who needs her help. somewhere a butch is building a home. a butch is cutting the grass. a butch is shoveling snow.
somewhere a butch is hugging someone, or kissing someone. somewhere a butch is getting a good night’s rest. another butch is up late working or thinking or talking on the phone, and another is brushing her teeth. another butch is on lunch break, eating something delicious. somewhere a butch is feeling hope. a butch is feeling hurt, but another butch somewhere is experiencing healing. a butch is giving a compliment. a butch is being recognized for her strengths. a butch is seeing the woman she loves for the first time in a long time. somewhere else, a butch is having to say a goodbye.
somewhere a butch has ambitions. a butch is studying hard in school. a butch is trying to deal with a failure. a butch is doing research. a butch is writing. a butch is fixing a car. a butch is playing an instrument. somewhere a butch is changing her life plan. somewhere a butch doesn’t know what she’s going to do about the situation she’s in. a butch is making a hard decision. a butch is mourning a loss. a butch is going to therapy. a butch is starting new in some way. a butch is confiding in someone. a butch is adopting a pet. a butch is making a new friend.
somewhere a butch is talking to her long distance girlfriend on the phone. somewhere a butch is getting up the courage to talk to her crush. a butch is holding hands. a butch is having sex. a butch is trying to forget about a bad date, while another butch celebrates a good one. a butch is telling someone something about herself that is hard for her to say. somewhere a butch is being a good listener, and another butch is learning from a mistake. a butch is grateful to someone. a butch is feeling nostalgic. a butch is moving on from something or someone.
somewhere a butch is riding a bicycle. another butch is out gardening. a butch is out getting a drink. a butch is telling a hilarious joke. a butch is at the barber shop, maybe for the hundredth time. maybe even on the same day or in the same city, a baby butch is getting her hair cut for the first time. somewhere a butch is planning to propose. a butch is deciding to study something new. a butch is going on a long trip. a butch is home on vacation for the first time in a while. somewhere, a butch laughs with her family. somewhere else, a butch is just beginning to find a chosen family who loves her for who she is.
there are many butches out there who love and are loved by many different people. there are butches out there who I will never meet, who understand the way I feel and who I am. there is of course more to all of us than being butch, but that is not the point of what I am trying to say. there are butch women out there in the world and that makes me smile.
The kiss is both totally unexpected and no surprise at all.
Rationally, Amelia knows they have been dancing around this, dancing around each other, ever since they met for the first time all those weeks ago. She has never felt a spark quite like the one she did when she first laid eyes on Dr. Kai Bartley. Someone who seems to be her equal. Fully. Unapologetically.
There’s just something about their rational, no-nonsense attitude that grounds Amelia, makes her feel entirely calm, serene almost. At the same time, she’s more focused than ever. Working with Kai is… revolutionary. They know what she wants, what she needs, before she has to say it. Sometimes Amelia can’t believe they’ve known each other for less than three months considering how well Kai is able to read her. It’s easy, the way they have just clicked.
Amelia hasn’t thought about drugs once in their presence. Where Link felt overbearing, suffocating, Kai feels invigorating, exhilarating. They feel like freedom. Like finally having found your person.
And maybe it’s the smirk. The challenge in their eyes, the twinkle. The fact that she was attracted to their brain—their brilliant, incredible brain—before she ever even met them.
But she doesn’t panic when Kai kisses her. Or when they ask her out to dinner—she says yes, this time—right after. She also doesn’t panic when they stumble into Kai’s hotel room at the end of the night, clothes being discarded left and right as they go, when they make her come three times in the span of less than an hour, when she wakes up in their arms the next morning.
There is no urge to run, to rush, to burn down every bridge around herself and call it self-preservation. She lets Kai in, introduces them to Scout after a long conversation with Link during which she tells him it’s over once and for all. Even though Kai admits—quiet and sheepish—that they’ve never actually held a baby before in a non-medical capacity, they’re a natural with the little boy, if a little stiff at first.
It takes David a while to recover from his bowel resection and Amelia is trying not to be too happy about that considering it means that Kai stays in Seattle longer than originally scheduled. Dating Kai is… different. For one, they talk. About everything. All the time. She’s never communicated with a partner this much ever in her life, talking science, life, the future.
Conversations about both the former and the latter grow more frequent as they get a new FDA window, perform the surgery, and—to the surprise of even themselves—don’t kill David. And she should be absolutely elated because she has just performed a groundbreaking procedure and is well on her way to curing Parkinson’s but…
Doing that means Kai goes back to Minnesota—and Minnesota is very far away. Yeah, she’ll still fly out there once a week to continue their research but the long distance thing does put a strain on their relationship. (Though being apart for a prolonged period of time on the regular makes for absolutely amazing sex every time they reunite.)
She simply isn’t ready to uproot her entire life and move across the country and she can’t expect Kai to do it, either. She says as much at 3AM on a random Tuesday in May when they’re tangled together in the sheets in Kai’s studio apartment.
And Kai just laughs, gently running their hand up and down Amelia’s bare back, and tells her that, for a person who is a certified genius in the medical field, she’s pretty stupid because has she seen this apartment? There’s nothing keeping them here in the long run and they’d absolutely move to Seattle.
For a second, Amelia is afraid this new piece of information is going to make her feel trapped, like the walls are closing in around her—just as it has been with everyone else before.
The feeling never comes.
Instead, warmth blossoms in her chest—relief, almost—and she tilts her head up to press a kiss against the underside of Kai’s jaw.
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