In The Storm
Summary: When a storm leaves the team unable to fly home, Tara and Emily make the most out of their extra night in the hotel.
Pairing: Emily Prentiss x Tara Lewis
Category: Smut 18+
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Emily walks over to the window looking out at the grey sky. Her head throbs and she presses her fingers to her temple before giving up and resting her head against the cool glass. She stands there for a moment, letting the rumbling of the rain against the window dull the pounding in her head until she hears a ding from her phone.
The aforementioned storm had left the team stranded after their latest case. The plane couldn’t fly with the intensity of the winds, which meant she couldn’t curl up in her bed with a glass of wine, and she couldn’t leave the case behind like she usually does.
She opens her eyes, glancing over to her phone sitting on the nightstand before pushing herself away from the window and moving to pick it up. It’s late, she’s not sure who could need something from her at this hour, but as she picks it up she can’t help the small smile that forms on her face.
丨 Still awake?
The message from Tara reads. She sits down on the bed as she types out her reply.
丨 Unfortunately. What are you doing up this late?
丨 Unimportant. What’s your room number?
Emily raises an eyebrow. What’s she up to?
丨 215… Why?
She sits there phone in her hand waiting for a response that never comes. She doesn’t even see the bubbles indicating Tara is typing.
丨 Tara?
She types and just as she presses send there’s a knock at her door. With a shake of her head and an amused smile, she moves over to the door, already knowing who is behind it. As expected, when she pulls open the door she sees Tara, standing in the hallway in a pair of shorts and one of her old band t-shirts. In one hand she has two shot-sized bottles of Smirnoff and in the other, she has a small bottle of wine.
“What are you doing?” she questions, stepping to the side to let Tara in.
“I found these in the minibar,” she says, moving over to the makeshift kitchenette in the middle of the hotel room. “And I figured, why let them go to waste.”
“They won’t go to waste,” Emily says closing the door behind her and moving over to stand next to Tara. “You know we have to pay for those right?”
“Aren’t you like rich?” Tara says with a shrug.
“No.”
“Well Rossi is rich and you are his favorite. He would be honored to pay for it for you.” Emily lets out a soft laugh as Tara uncorks the wine bottle, pouring it evenly into two paper cups.
“I don’t think honored is the right word.”
“Ok, how about…reluctantly willing,” Tara says before turning to Emily wine in one hand, vodka in the other. “Pick your poison.”
“I think shots are a bit much,” Emily says.
“You are the boss,” Tara says, handing her the paper cup.
“Fancy,” Emily says, looking down at the cup with amusement.
“Only the best for our esteemed Unit Chief.”
“Knock that off,” Emily says with a light laugh as she moves over to the small couch. Tara isn’t far behind her grabbing her cup and sitting down too.
“Were you just sitting in here in silence?” Tara asks as she reaches for the remote. Emily curls up, tucking her legs underneath herself as she takes a long sip of the wine.
“Pretty much,” she admits and watches as Tara scrolls through a few channels. There’s nothing good, there never is, but on nights like this, it’s really more for background noise anyway.
Tara finds a channel and gets comfortable. She talks about everything and nothing, Emily chips in here or there but it’s nothing substantial. Tara isn’t trying to have a real conversation with her. She’s trying to distract her, trying to pull her mind away, get her to think about anything other than that case.
Emily knows it, Tara knows that Emily knows it. Emily knows that Tara knows that Emily knows it but they both nurse their wine and let it happen. That is until whatever movie had been playing goes off and Tara seems to run out of things to ramble about.
“Why did you really come over here?” Emily asks when the silence stretches too long.
“Couldn’t sleep,” Tara says turning to Emily. She rests her elbow on the back of the couch and rests her head in her hand. “And it’s dangerous to drink alone”
“Tara, I’m serious. You didn’t have to check on me, I’m fine” Tara swirls the few remaining drops in her cup before sitting it down on the coffee table in front of them. She looks back at Emily, her expression a bit more serious.
“I know how tough this case was for you,” she says, her voice genuine and soft. “If we had been able to go back to DC I was going to drag you to a bar. But since we’re stuck here one more night, this is my next best thing. I’m not letting you dwell on this.”
Emily gives her a small smile. Ever since they had started working together, Tara had been able to read her like a book. Emily always brushed it off. Said it was because Tara was a doctor, and it was her job as a profiler to read people, but she not so secretly loved that she never had to have her walls up around Tara. A strike of lightning interrupts her thoughts and draws both of their attention to the window.
“Isn’t rain supposed to help you sleep?” Emily asks.
“This isn’t just rain, this is a monsoon,” Tara says.
Emily just hums in acknowledgment. Taking another sip of her wine. She glances out at the storm roaring outside and her mind starts to drift again. Tara notices.
“Hey,” she says, grabbing Emily’s attention. “You wanna try something?”
“It always worries me when you ask that question.” Tara laughs as she stands up from the couch moving back over to the kitchenette and grabbing the shots she had left there earlier.
“I saw it on Tiktok…”
“You’re on TikTok?” Emily interrupts.
“Not important, Emily, focus please.”
Tara moves back over to the couch with the shots in one hand as she pulls her phone out. As she sits next to Emily again she is much closer than before. Emily can feel Tara’s hip pressing against hers, which normally wouldn’t bother her, but after the wine, she’s feeling a little warm. It takes her a moment to realize that Tara has pulled up a video and is showing it to her.
“Tara, I can’t do that,” Emily says.
“What? These girls are doing it just fine.”
“Those girls look like they are barely even old enough to drink. Neither one of our backs nor our knees will let us do that.”
“Let's at least try, ok?” Tara says standing back up. “I’ll go first if it makes you feel any better.”
“It doesn’t,” Emily says but Tara already has her hand in hers and is pulling her to standing.
“Ok, now you just tip your head back,” Tara says instructing Emily. “ I’ll pull the bottle in your mouth, then I’ll stand over you but the other side in my mouth, and then we flip and I take the shot.”
“You say that like it’s easy.”
“Because it is easy. Don’t overthink it.” Tara places her hands on Emily’s shoulders and Emily can’t help the shiver that runs through her body at her touch.
“Head back,” Tara says, and Emily tilts her head back. “Now open.”
“Part of me feels like you just want to boss me around for once,” Emily says.
“Yeah, maybe,” Tara shrugs. Emily picks her head up, looking at Tara in the eyes.
“Don’t get too cocky Lewis,” she warns, but Tara just chuckles, gently grabbing Emily’s chin and tilting her head back again.
She places the bottle into Emily’s mouth, making sure she’s good before she shifts, leaning over her. Tara winks at Emily as she stands over her and Emily rolls her eyes, Tara’s sign to hurry up. Tara places her hands on the side of Emily’s face to steady her before placing her lips on the open side of the shot bottle. It feels almost too intimate for a moment but Tara doesn’t have the time to think about it. Or maybe the wine is making her not care.
She takes a breath before flipping, guiding Emily through the motion until they have switched positions, Emily not standing over her. Tara downs the shot easily and when the bottle is empty she stands back up straight a look of triumph on her face.
“Ye of little faith,” she says to Emily, and Emily gives her a slow round of applause.
“Ok fine, you did it,” Emily says. “Now let's quit while we’re ahead, ok?” But Tara wasn’t giving up that easily.
“No way, it’s your turn now. We have a whole other shot, we have to do something with it.”
“Tara,” Emily says still keeping up the act, despite how enjoyable she’s finding this whole night.
“Emily,” Tara shoots back, and her resolve breaks.
Tara sees it and wastes no time getting into position, tilting her head back and placing the shot bottle in her mouth. She has to bend down a little more due to their slight height difference, but Emily gets into position, copying what Tara had done earlier. She places her hands on the sides of Tara’s face, and for a moment she can’t help but get lost in the few freckles she finds there. She pushes the thought away and gets ready to take the shot.
Before she can second guess herself, she spins. But either her feet get tangled in each other or she’s more distracted than she thought because she stumbles. Half of the shot ends up pouring down her chin and she is sure that her butt is about to meet the floor until she feels Tara’s arm wrap around her back with some shuffling she is back on her feet, pulling tight to Tara’s chest.
Underneath the pounding of her heart in her ears, she can hear Tara’s light chuckles, and it brings a smile to her face too.
“You made a mess there Em,” she teases still laughing, her voice warm and easy.
“Yeah, you think?” Emily says with a playful huff. Not only did it get on her chin but some of it dripped onto her shirt too. This was the last of her clothes in her go bag, what was she going to sleep in now?
“Here,” Tara says, bringing her hand up and wiping away some of the vodka from Emily’s face. Her touch is soft, and Emily can’t help but remember that Tara’s other hand is sitting on her waist. Tara’s thumb lingers just at the corner of Emily’s lips, and a nagging part of Emily’s brain wants to take it into her mouth. She’s not sure entirely why. It must be the wine
Tara is starting to feel the effects of the wine too. Not to mention the shot. That had to be the only reason she’s still holding Emily so close. The only reason she just brushed her thumb across her boss’ face. The only reason she can’t stop glancing at her lips.
Tara’s hand moves from Emily’s chin to her cheek, cupping her face, and they are standing so close she can feel Emily’s slow inhale of breath. Emily’s hand comes up and rests on the back of the hand Tara has on her cheek, and they just stand there for a moment. The air feels thicker than it has before, the room suddenly too hot.
“Thank you,” Emily says eventually, her thumb running across the back of Tara’s hand. “For coming over.”
“Don’t mention it,” Tara says, her voice coming out strangled.
Tara doesn’t realize that she’s holding her breath until Emily turns her head, and presses her lips against Tara’s palm, warm and soft and lingering. Something in the air shifts, and Tara lets out a shaky, uneven breath.
“Em…” she breathes, her voice barely audible, and Emily looks up at her with those wide brown eyes. She doesn’t say anything, just presses another kiss to Tara’s hand, and another to the sensitive skin on the inside of her wrist. A few more up her forearm.
Tara has to bite her lip to keep herself from letting out an involuntary moan as the warmth from Emily’s lips shoots straight to her core. Emily’s lips make it up to the edge of Tara’s sleeve before she stops, and Tara looks down at her.
They are so close, just a few inches, and Tara could press her lips against Emily’s like she’s wanted to for so long. But she stops herself.
“What are you doing?” she asks softly, her fingers twitching at Emily’s waist. She half expects her words to snap Emily out of it, to snap herself out of it. They should step away, leave whatever this is alone. But Emily doesn’t stop, instead, she just smirks.
“You come over when you know I'm stressed, get me tipsy, grab my waist and you thought something like this wouldn’t happen?” She teases. “I thought you knew were a doctor.”
“Funny,” Tara mutters, her hand finding its way into Emily’s hair, pulling her face back up to eye level. “You’re very funny.”
Emily smiles, runs her tongue over her bottom lip, and then tilts her head as if considering something. Then without warning, she moves.
Her hands find Tara’s waist and she pulls her forward. Before Tara can even think Emily is crashing her lips against hers. Tara doesn’t hesitate to kiss her back. It’s not soft. Not careful. It’s a forceful, heated, messy kiss. All tongue and teeth as they both realize how desperate for each other they have been.
Emily needs Tara so badly in this moment that she doesn’t care about anything else. She just slides her hands underneath Tara’s t-shirt and pulls their bodies impossibly closer.
Tara gasps and pulls away from the kiss but Emily doesn’t let her go far. She holds Tara steady, and for a moment they just stand there, as if realizing for the first time that this is really happening. Emily’s lips turn up into a seductive smile, and she squeezes Tara's hips before leaning back in for another kiss.
This kiss is slower, tender, almost teasing. Their tongues dance as they breathe each other in. Emily’s hands move up Tara’s back, and though she already knew the younger agent wasn’t wearing a bra, that fact becomes crystal clear when her hands meet no resistance. Emily lets out a soft hum before pulling back from Tara just enough to pull Tara’s shirt up and over her head.
Tara lets her, but watches Emily’s face, worried for a moment at the reaction she’ll find there,. But she has no reason to be.
“You’re so beautiful,” Emily murmurs, her hands finding Tara’s bare stomach. Her fingers dance in circles across her skin until they reach one of Tara’s breasts.
She squeezes the soft flesh with one hand, the other resting on Tara’s side as she leans in again, pressing nips and kisses across Tara’s collarbone. Her lips move down to Tara’s free breast, and she looks up to meet Tara’s eye as she pulls the nipple between her lips and sucks.
Tara can’t hold back her moan. Her nipples are so sensitive that the heat from Emiy’s mouth has her already dripping.
“Em…” she says, nearly breathless, and Emily can’t help the small smirk of satisfaction that finds its way to her lips.
She lets go of Tara’s nipple with a pop, and trails kisses back up her body until she finds her lips again. Emily lets her hand fall away from Tara’s breast and instead finds the waistband of her shorts. She quickly unties the drawstring and with that barrier gone her hand doesn’t hesitate to dive into Tara’s panties.
She breaks the kiss, her forehead resting against Tara’s as her fingers brush pasts the tuft of hair and meets Tara’s swollen pussy.
“You’re so wet,” Emily says, the hint of satisfaction creeping back into her voice. Tara’s only response is a whine pulled from her throat as Emily’s fingers find her clit. “We just started baby,” Emily hums. “You’re already close?”
“Shut up,” Tara pants, leaning further into Emily, her face pressed into Emily’s neck.
“You’re so perfect,” Emily whispers, as her fingers curl against Tara, dragging over her clit with every thrust. “Let me feel you.”
Tara’s moan is ragged, as the tension curls impossibly tight. Emily doesn’t let up, pressing harder, faster, taking pride in the fact that she’s made Tara fall apart so fast. It's not long before the tension breaks as Tara reaches a shaking orgasm. Emily wraps an arm around her, holding her close as she works her down from her release.
Emily removes her fingers from Tara’s panties, and brings them up to her mouth, sucking Tara’s juices off of them Tara bites her lip as she watches, and with a mischievous twinkle in her eye, Emily removes her fingers from her mouth and presses them against Tara’s lips.
Tara takes them eagerly and as she tastes the mix her her own juices mixed with Emily’s spit, Emily walks them both backwards to the bed.
As the backs of Tara’s legs hit the edge, she falls back, but not without bringing Emily with her. The two laugh as they fall onto each other and Emily runs a light hand across Taraa’s face before kissing her again.
“I want to see you,” Tara mumbles against Emily’s lips as he hand tugs at Emily’s shirt. Emily nips at Tara’s bottom lip and Tara gasps.
“Who said you could make demands?” Emily asks, her tongue running soothingly over the spot on Tara’s lip she just bit.
“Emily,” Tara says, a hint of pleading in her voice.
“Tara,” Emily retorts, but as she looks down at Tara’s face, at those big doe eyes glazed over with desire, she can’t help but want to give the women underneath her anything she wants. She rolls her eyes, kissing Tara one more time before sitting back.
“Lay on the pillows,” she says, watching as Tara shifts herself, propped up by the headboard. She looks down at Emily, a smug grin on her face, and Emily wants nothing more than to wipe it off.
“Watch yourself,” she warns, but still, she starts to undress for her.
Tara watches as Emily pulls off her clothing, one by one until she’s left in nothing but a pair of red panties, that despite looking good on her, Tara wishes she would take off too.
Emily drags her fingers along the inside of Tara’s legs until she reaches the bottom of her shorts. Tara’s breath is heavy with anticipation as Emily hooks her fingers into the waistband. She tugs down Tara’s shorts and underwear at the same time leaving her bare beneath her. Emily glances at Tara’s pussy and her mouth nearly waters. But she is going to take her time.
She pushes Tara’s legs apart and runs her hands across her legs again. With each brush she gets closer and closer to where she knows Tara wants her, but she doesn’t give in yet. Tara’s body is buzzing in anticipation now and every time Emily’s hand gets close to her clit her hips arch into the air.
“God Em,” she groans. “Don’t tease.” Emily pauses, stopping her movements altogether, and raises an eyebrow at Tara.
“You can do better than that…”
Emily leans over Tara, one hand on the bed near Tara’s waist, the other palming at Tara’s mound. She uses a single finger, to circle Tara’s slit and Tara begins to squirm, seeking more friction.
“Please,” Tara begs. “Emily, I need you. Please.”
“There we go,” Emily hums, as she presses a finger teasingly inside Tara. Tara’s head falls back and her hips buck, burying Emily’s finger deeper inside of her.
“Look at me,” Emily instructs and Tara has to force her chin down.
She locks eyes with Emily as the brunette starts to pump her finger in a steady rhythm. She keeps eye contact as Emily bends, her tongue circling Tara’s navel and she continues to watch as Emily kisses down her body. Emily places a wet kiss on Tara’s clit just as she slides another finger inside, and Tara’s eyes almost drift closed but she forces them open. She wants to see.
“S’good,” Tara moans out as Emily’s tongue and mouth work against her. “Mmm shit, Em.”
Tara reaches, down, pushing Emily’s curtain bangs away from her face to get a better view of Emily lapping at her pussy. But when she tugs on Emily’s hair, the older agent lets out a low moan directly against Tara’s clit. Her hips buck at the sudden sensation and her eyes fly closed.
“Fuck, do that again,” Tara pants and Emily obliges. Tara is a moaning mess as she tugs on Emily’s silver locks, only vaguely remembering that their teammates are sleeping just on the other side of the wall.
With every buck, every moan, every time her name falls from Tara’s lips, Emily speeds up her movements. She’s not sure which is louder, Tara’s moans or the squelching of her cunt but they both turn Emily on and she wants nothing more than to taste as Tara comes on her tongue.
Tara can feel the warmth grow in the pit of her stomach until she can’t take it anymore. It’s too much. She can’t form the words to tell Emily how close she is but Emily can feel it. Emily grazes her teeth across Tara’s clit one last time and it sends Tara flying over the edge.
Tara lets out a deep moan, her pussy spasming against Emily's fingers. Emily pulls back just enough to watch her fingers still pumping in and out of Tara’s soaking cunt as her orgasm ripples through her.
As Tara starts to calm Emily removes her fingers and pressed her flat tongue against Tara, lapping at her slit. A few more aftershocks rock Tara’s body before her hand moves from Emily’s hair to her face, pulling her back up and into a lazy kiss.
Their limbs intertwine as Tara tastes herself on Emily’s tongue. They breathe each other in, bodies melting into one as if they’ve done this a hundred times before. Eventually, Emily pulls away, placing kisses across Tara’s jaw and down her neck before she stops and lifts her head, a look of concentration on her face.
“What?” Tara asks, hands still roaming lazily across Tara’s body. Emily doesn’t answer right away, her gaze drifting towards the window before looking back at Tara with a soft smile.
“I think the storm stopped,” she murmurs. Tara lets out a short laugh before settling down again and listening. Emily’s right.
“Hm,” she says, her fingers trailing across Emily’s damp skin. “I guess you’re right.”
“Fitting, don’t you think?” Emily says, her voice soft and teasing. She presses a light kiss to Tara’s lips, and brushes their nose together, settling into her warmth again.
“Yeah,” Tara mumbles, tucking her head into the crook of Emily’s neck. “I think so.”