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It’s been a grueling week for the entire team. 

The last case was long and exhausting, a seemingly never-ending chase. That is until they finally caught the break they needed to take him down. It was like a tidal wave of relief had crashed over the team. And so, that is how you and the ladies ended up at a bar in town, huddled around a table in the corner of the room, passing around jokes and playing ridiculous games that co-workers most definitely should not play together. But tonight, you are all simply close friends.

“Okay, okay- Y/n! How about you?” JJ quipped playfully from the other side of the table, her warm, blonde locks tousled messily over her shoulder. “What is your craziest sex story?” 

You flush slightly under the gaze of your intrigued co-workers, eyes falling to the half-empty glass in your hand. “Oh man, I don’t know…” You tipped your head back in thought, gazing up at the ceiling with a squint. 

“When I was a teenager, I had this girlfriend…” You laugh at the ridiculous memory. “She’s a sweet girl, but she’s from a pretty religious family. And one time, when we were y’know… doing it in her bedroom, her mom walked in on me laid out over the desk with her daughter's head between my legs…” You heard a couple of gasps from around the table, followed by laughter.

“And her mother genuinely screamed and ran! I had to jump out her bedroom window half-naked!” You motioned dramatically with your hands, before sipping on your drink.

“Oh my GOD, Y/n!” JJ guffawed, tossing her head back in laughter. 

“That’s- oh my, I don’t think I’d be able to live after that!” Penelope sits stunned next to you, her bracelets clinking together as she shifts to face you, her hand landing on your shoulder.

“Yeahh… safe to say I never saw her again.” You chuckled. “Her mom sent her off to some private academy the next week, and the last I heard from her was in a letter she wrote, stating she found god and that I should repent too!” Your eyes widen for dramatic effect as you lean back in your chair, tilting it on its hind legs.

“Oh Jesus…” Tara mumbled, a low chuckle rumbling from her chest as she took a swig from her beer.

“Never again with the religious girls…” you shake your head, laughing to yourself silently.

“Unless they’re ex-religious! Those are the interesting ones…” JJ raises her finger in the air, giving you a bright smile. You can’t help but raise your brows at the response, a small smirk pulling at the corner of your mouth as you give her a curious look.

“Are you insinuating something, JJ?” Your voice is low, your finger drawing circles over the rim of your drink.

“No! No… I’m one of them! I also just know a few things I shouldn’t about some people…” Her eyes drift conspicuously over toward Emily's shadowy figure in the corner of the table.

All eyes shift to her and Emily looks up from her lap, presumably fiddling with her cuticles. Her dark eyes, almost black in the low lighting, and her strong shoulders are sharply accentuated by the fitted blazer she has on.

You can’t deny the ridiculous crush you have on the Unit Chief. Ever since you met the woman upon her return from Interpol, you’d developed quite the infatuation. 

You’re entranced by the way she carries herself with such effortless confidence. The way her dark hair frames her gracefully (and very attractively) aged face, the way she handles a weapon, and the way she takes complete control over a situation fills you with a quiet aching that so desperately itches to be taken care of.

“What?” Emily deadpans, her perfect brows arching while her eyes search the faces of the table for an answer.

“Nothing, just JJ insinuating that you’re a freak in the sheets.” Penelope chirps. Emily rolls her eyes, her thumb and middle finger squeezing at her temples as she lets out a sigh.

“I’d prefer it if you didn’t discuss my personal life at the table, Jayje.” She gives JJ a pointed look. 

“It’s just the topic of conversation, Em. I didn’t say anything, just made a comment.” JJ waves her hands in the air in sarcastic defense, shooting the ravenette a cheesy smile.

You know the women have been close friends for ages, but their banter seems to strike a faintly jealous nerve in your stomach. Do they have history? Or are they just so close that they know intimate details about each other's sex lives?

Either way, you didn’t really want to find out.

“I’m not very in favor of sharing details regarding my intimacies with other women… that’s strictly between them and myself.” Emily shifts so her arm could rest comfortably over the back of her chair. The buttons of her blouse pull tought with the position, showing a sliver of her milky chest.

Your eyes linger there for a moment, and upon their return to Emily’s face, her eyes are already locked on you. A smirk tilts the corner of her mouth, minuscule enough that you almost don’t notice it.

Chest thick with embarrassment, you turn your gaze away. A flush prickling over your skin.

“Oh! Let’s go dance!” Penelope suddenly blurts beside you, her hands tapping excitedly at your shoulders as she hops up from her chair.

The bass of the music buzzes through your bones as Penelope practically drags you to the cramped dance floor. 

You crane your neck to see if the others are following, you find Tara and JJ practically shoving Emily along. Her boot-clad feet shuffle across the floor as she moves, while a contradictory smile curls across her lips. You notice she’s shed the blazer, leaving her in a simple pair of black slacks and a matching button-down.

The air is cloudy and thick with the smell of sweating bodies and cologne. Penelope finds a decent-sized hole in the crowd and pulls you in, twirling you around as she begins dancing. You can’t help but laugh and wrap your arms around her, swaying back and forth in a soft embrace.

JJ’s hand suddenly cuts between you two, her cheeks glowing with the strength of her smile as she worms into Penelope’s space, bumping you out of the way with her hip.

You see Tara moving in closer to JJ and Penelope, but Emily is nowhere to be found. Your eyes scan the crowd, hoping to spot her head above the rest. Without luck, you begin dancing alone but close to the others. 

A pair of hands squeezing at your waist from behind causes you to jump. Quickly, you spin around, ready to confront whoever it is. 

Unsurprisingly, it’s a man you hadn’t seen, his face dripping with a thick layer of sweat. You could smell the liquor on him as he tried to pull you closer. Your fingers claw at his wrists in attempts to free yourself but to no avail.

He smiles eerily down at you, as your hands press against his damp chest, attempting to create enough distance to break away.

“Let g-” you start, but your demand is cut off when the man is aggressively shoved away from you. His arms clamber at the nearby bodies of strangers as he falls backward, inevitably landing on the floor despite his attempts to balance himself.

You jump back, wrapping your arms around yourself as you turn to greet your hero. 

And of course… It's Emily. And God, does she look hot when she’s mad.

Her face is red with anger as she brushes past you, standing over the man all while clawing at his shirt, her arms flexing under the material of her blouse as she lifts his torso from the ground, landing a solid punch across his nose before pulling him in close and shouting something illegible in his face. 

Your mouth hangs agape as the man wiggles away from her sheepishly, his eyes wide with fear and nose leaking blood as a few burly bar employees rush in and drag him outside.

She flashes her badge as one strides in her direction, waving him off.

When Emily turns back to you, the veins in her neck are bulging, pumping adrenaline throughout her body. Her eyes find yours immediately, big and full of concern. Her hands find you next, wrapping delicately around your biceps and pulling you against her chest.

Your limbs fall languidly around her waist as you lean against her. Her warm scent fills your senses as you take a deep breath, calming the incessant beating of your heart.

She smells like clean laundry and sweet shampoo, mixed with the heady essence of sweat that clings to the back of her neck. It’s intoxicating.

Your eyes scan the room in a daze of shock as Emily strokes the side of your head. But deep within you, something is crackling into a blaze– like the pit of a volcano that some delinquent teenager kicked a rock into. 

There was just something so attractive about her protecting you like that. Putting herself in harm's way, practically mauling that man for putting his hands on you.

You see Penelope shuffling into your line of sight, her warm hand reaching out to cup your cheek as her eyes worry over you. Emily pulls back from the hug, a hand sliding to rest against your trap, squeezing the muscle lightly as she watches your interaction with Penelope. 

“Oh, my sweet, Y/n! Are you okay? That was insane!” The woman crowds you, checking over your skin for any sign of blemishes. 

“Yeah, yeah, Pen. I’m okay…” Your gaze flicks over to Emily, her eyes already fixated on you. The darkness of her irises still glints with that mixture of anger and concern. She slips her hand from your shoulder, you almost protest the removal and reach for her again. But you don’t.

“Oh good. The audacity of men! Thank god Emily caught that!” Penelope sighs frustratedly, her palms cupping your jaw while her thumbs brush over your flushed cheeks.

“Yeah- thank you… Emily. Really.” Your eyes find her again, smiling shyly as she nods curtly in acknowledgment.

“It’s no problem. That douchebag needed a reality check and I was happy to give it to him.” She chuckles, showing off that infamous smile of hers. 

You can’t help but grin back at her, laughing softly as the image of Emily taking a man nearly double her size to the ground replays in your mind.

“My knight in shining armor.” You give Emily a pout, reaching out to punch her shoulder teasingly.

“Don’t flatter yourself too much now…” she scoffs. “Come on… I’m gonna get you a drink.” 

Before you can respond, Emily starts towards the bar. You give Penelope a quick smile, reassuring her and the others that you’re alright before quickly following after the older woman.

You find her perched against the countertop, resting one of her feet on the foot-rail. The sleeves of her blouse are rolled up to her elbows, her forearm muscles twitching deliciously as she reaches for her drink.

“Hey…” you settle in next to her, your arm brushing against hers with the closeness.

“Hey, you.” Emily smirks. “What are you drinking? Want a shot?” She looks at you excitedly, her brows jiggling as she flags the bartender down with a wave of her finger.

“Oh Christ... I don’t think I can stomach more shots. Water will do just fine.” You laugh, shaking your head. Emily nods in acknowledgment, repeating what you said to the man behind the bar.

“Thank you…” You give her a soft smile, fingers tapping anxiously on the mildly sticky wood of the bar. The feeling of being so close to Emily wracking your body with a sort of nervous energy. You could smell her perfume lingering in the humid air, a sense of groundedness within the unruly scene. 

“No problem.” Emily smiles at you over the lip of her drink, her nose crinkling as she takes a slow sip. 

The pair of you sit in a mildly uncomfortable silence while you wait on your drink, butterflies swimming in the pit of your stomach. 

You admire the way Emily’s skin glows in the low light of the bar, the faint colors from the dancefloor reflecting a warmer tone onto her porcelain complexion. With a flick of her chin, Emily’s thick locks whirl over her shoulder, giving way to the soft curve of her jawline. 

You’re pulled out of your trance when the bartender places the drink in front of you, which you immediately pick up and take a long sip. Emily studies you with an amused expression, her head tilting as she turns and leans her side against the counter.

“Ahh, refreshing.” you sigh, placing the glass on a napkin.

“Yeah?” Emily feigns a concerned look. “Are you sure you’re alright? I can get you a ride home if you-”

“Yes- sorry… I’m fine, nothing I haven’t seen before.” you flash her a tight-lipped smile as you reach for your drink again. 

“Well...” Emily’s warm hand reaches out, her palm rubbing over your tricep. “If you ever happen to encounter a guy like that ever again, just know you can always count on me to take care of it.” 

You can’t help the giggle that erupts from your chest. A blush spreads over your face as you shy away from her gaze, your full attention on watching the condensation drip from your glass.

“What?” Emily gives you a questioning arch of her brow.

“Oh- it’s nothing…” you brush her off, looking down at the amber liquid swirling in your glass.

“It’s obviously not nothing, you’re acting funny.” She chuckles, scooting a bit closer to you and resting her elbow on the bar top, somewhat trapping you in place. “What’s on your mind?”

“Oh god…” you sigh, a flush creeping up your cheeks as you place the cup down and hide behind your hands. “You getting all aggressive when that guy was on me was kinda… y’know…” you peek over at Emily through parted fingers.

She has a sarcastically confused but prideful grin on her face, dark eyes raking over your body as she steps even closer.

“Was what?” Emily leans in, her hip resting against your own. “I’m not sure what you mean.” She tilts her chin at you, her tongue poking through her teeth suggestively as she speaks.

“I think you do, Prentiss… you’re a profiler AND you have eyes.” You scoff, downing the rest of your drink– a slight relief from the dryness in your throat.

“I might have an idea, but…” her eyes leave you for a moment, glancing at the crowd, before leaning in so close her lips brush against the shell of your ear. “I want to hear you say it.”

Emily’s voice is molten against your skin, sending a shiver throughout your entire body. When she pulls away, it’s only by a few inches, her eyes trained heavily on you. Your eyes dart between hers for a moment, and you can feel the thick warmth pooling in your gut as she watches you. 

“It was really hot.” You state bluntly, a bit unsure of where the sudden courage stems from, but it leaves your mouth without a second thought. There’s a sparkle in Emily’s eyes when she hears those words, her small smirk growing once again.

“That wasn’t so hard, hm?” She reaches up to brush the loose hairs from your shoulder, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. You blush even harder as her hand gently cups the back of your neck.

“I bet…” her thumb presses into the soft flesh below your ear. “You would do whatever I told you to…” Her bottom lip glistens as she glides her tongue across the skin before pulling it between her perfect teeth.

You watch her thoughtlessly, eyes following the movement of her mouth as you struggle to find any semblance of a response. A bit stunned by how forward she’s being, but by no means opposed.

“Such a good girl, aren’t you?” She cups your jaw, and you nearly moan aloud at the contact mixed with her words, successfully stifling it down to a hardly innocent whimper.

“Oh, she likes that…” Emily beams, her hand trailing underneath your chin to aim it towards her. “Hmm, let’s see… and how would she feel about being my good girl tonight?” 

You’re quite mortified by the statement internally, not in a bad way, of course— but it doesn’t show. Never in your wildest dreams would you think something like this would ever happen, especially since she is your boss. The same boss that you’ve been pining after for months. 

“Yes…” your voice is nearly a whisper, leaning desperately into her warm touch. Emily smiles proudly in the wake of your response.

“Hmm, well… why don't you start by dancing with me?” She squeezes your jaw before releasing it roughly. You let your head fall to the side as she downs the remainder of her drink. A dopey grin crosses your face as you look back at her through fluttering lashes.

“Come on, this is a good one…” Emily chuckles, gripping your clammy hand and tugging you back to the dancefloor.

[So messed up, I want you here]

The heavy sound of guitar fills your ears, you recognize the song instantly; I Wanna Be Your Dog by Joan Jett– of course, Emily loves this song. 

[And in my room, I want you here]

Emily wraps her arm around your waist tightly, pulling you flush against her body as she sways with the music. You let your arms wrap around her neck, fingers tangling into the hair at her nape as you lean into the embrace. 

Emily smiles down at you, and it's like there is no one else in the room. It feels like your skin is burning and you couldn't be happier (and hornier). 

[yeah, and now we’re gonna be face to face, ugh]

“You're beautiful, I hope you know that” You flush at the compliment, burying your face into her shoulder as your bodies twist together to the rhythm of the music. 

“Thank you. You’re really really gorgeous.” Your nose brushes against the soft skin of her neck as you return the compliment. You feel her finger looping through your belt loop, just barely grazing the curve of your ass. She chuckles and you can feel the vibrations from her chest against your own.

[And I’ll lay right down in your favorite place]

“Yeah! You know where that is!” You sing along to the song with a smile, pulling away from Emily and spinning around, your ass brushing against her front as you gyrate against her.

[Now I wanna be your dog!]

Emily's hands settle low on your hips, the tips of her fingers digging into your upper thigh. You feel her hot breath tickling the back of your neck, soon followed by the subtle brush of her lips. 

[Now I wanna be your dog!]

You let your head fall back onto her shoulder, mouth falling open as she places a full-fledged kiss on the hot skin. Your hands settle atop hers, letting her wrap around your waist tighter.

[Now I wanna be your dog! Ow!]

“Oh, fuck…” you whimper as she nips at the shell of your ear, her hands gripping tightly over the muscle of your hip, shooting sparks of heat straight to your core.

You can hear her raspy chuckle, and you can already see the smug face she’s wearing in your head. You spin out of her grasp again– she follows along, twirling you a few times before pulling your front against her.

[Ooh, give it to me] 

“Ooh, give it to me.” you sing in unison with the song, smirking up at Emily as she growls in response. Practically eating you alive with her eyes, and god you wish she would.

“You’re naughty…” Emily’s hands slip into your back pockets as her thigh shifts between your legs, pulling you in. To surrounding eyes, the move might simply look like dancing with a girlfriend, but you both know that isn’t the case. Especially with the soft moan that slips from your throat as she flexes subtly, the hard muscle pressing against your center through the fabric of your jeans.

[Now I’m ready to close my eyes]

“Jesus, Emily…” You meet her dark gaze with hooded eyes, nails clawing at her shoulders for stability.

[Now I’m ready to close my mind]

“What, baby?” Emily’s voice is low, if it weren’t for the closeness you wouldn’t have heard it. Her nose brushes against your cheekbone, her breath hot against your skin. You shiver, preening at the use of the pet name.

[Now I’m ready to feel your hands]

“I think… I think we should go somewhere…” you practically pant into her ear, her hands pressing your pelvis into her harshly.

“So needy already, hm?” Emily murmurs, her body swaying to the music.

[Lose my heart on the burning sands, ugh!]

“Yes…” your nails press into the base of her skull, the sharpness makes her hiss.

“You’re gonna have to tell me what you need, or you won’t get anything at all…” Emily’s eyes scan the crowd once again, watching as the team dances, off in their own worlds. You can only whimper in response.

“Although… the idea of letting you stew, all hot and bothered, suffering through seeing me tomorrow and thinking about what I could do to you, does sound quite enticing…” She presses her cheek against yours, her canines grazing the flesh.

“Please…” You’re practically falling at her feet, breathless and desperate for mercy. Desperate for anything she could give you.

“Please what?” 

“Please… I need you.” You pull back for a moment, meeting her eyes with a daring glance. There’s a flash of something deep within her irises, dancing beneath her long lashes.

Emily smirks, studying you for a beat before one of her hands reaches up to brush a few stray hairs from your face, trailing over your cheek and neck before settling against your collarbone.

“There you go…” the lines of her eyes crinkle as her smile widens, her thumb dipping into the hollow of your throat.

[Now I wanna be your dog!]

“Now I wanna be your dog…” you sing quietly, eyes never faltering from hers as a silent declaration.

Emily pulls her lip between her teeth, her palm sliding up your lower back. There’s a faint flush creeping up her exposed chest, you want so badly to press your lips against it. Feel the heat of her soft skin.

“You’re heading into dangerous territory, agent…” Her hand grips at your waist, squeezing just enough for you to let out a quiet yelp.

“I’d like to think I’m well prepared… Chief.”

Emily holds your gaze, just smiling down at you darkly. For a moment it looks kind of like she’s about to lean in and kiss you, but the moment is swiftly whipped away when Penelope makes a sudden appearance.

“GUYS! They’re doing hurricane shots at the bar!! You have to watch!” She babbles excitedly, pulling you and Emily apart and dragging you to the bar.

Emily shoots you a glance, a shocked expression crossing her features. You chuckle, shaking your head as you let yourself get dragged across the room.

The bar is crowded with rowdy patrons as they all watch the bartender climb atop the bar, sitting in front of the eagerly awaiting young man.

His cheeks are flushed a deep shade of crimson as the woman leans in to make sure he’s ready, when he nods there is a roar of cheers and a sea of phones being whipped out to record the interaction.

“Oh my gosh, this is so exciting!!” Penelope squeals, jumping up and down and clutching at your arm.

You look over at Emily with an excited smile, she winks causing you to look back in the direction of the bar.

There’s a short countdown before the man quickly shoots back the shot, lowering his hands to brace himself as the bartender unfurls the cup of water over his face and lands a sharp slap across his jaw.

“Ohhhhh!!” The crowd whoops, bursting out in laughter and cheers as the man flushes impossibly deeper, stumbling out of his stool towards his cheering friends with a cheesy grin.

“Jesus…” Emily murmurs, looking at you and Penelope with a shocked expression, “She did not hold back.”

“I would so do that.” You say aloud before you even realize what you’re confessing.

Penelope turns to you, aghast but intrigued, a bright smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

“You should do it! Tonight! Oh my god, let’s do it now!” Penelope jumps up and down excitedly, hands gripping your shoulders as she shakes you.

“Oh man, I don’t know… I’m not sure how I feel about a stranger slapping me.” You tilt your head in contemplation.

“I’ll do it,”  Emily turns toward you, a smirk playing over her lips. “If they even allow that.”

You see a flicker of something behind her eyes, and you are so very interested in what it might be. 

Penelope grows even more excited at her statement, gripping both of your arms and giggling adorably. 

“Oh my gosh, guys… this is going to be so good,” the blonde beams, tugging you and Emily under her arms in a side hug. “You both are freaks... But I love ya!”

“You really wanna slap your subordinate across the face, Prentiss?” You challenge her, chewing at your bottom lip. “In public, nonetheless?”

Emily sighs, letting out a low chuckle. “I am not your boss tonight, Y/l/n… this is just fun between friends.” You notice the flush creeping up her neck as she speaks, and her eyes glistening with the unmistakable sheen of arousal. 

“If you say so…” you smirk, your pointer finger prodding at her waist from behind Penelope’s back. 

Penelope shrieks, dragging you and Emily towards the others.

“Guys! Y/n’s gonna do the hurricane shot with Emily!!” She announces, which grabs a few shocked expressions from the rest of the team.

“Oh, yeah?” JJ gives Emily a suggestive look, arching a brow.

“Yeahhh…” you and Emily say in unison, glancing at each other crookedly.

“Well let’s do it then! I’ll grab some shots and water.” Tara waves her hands up excitedly, stepping off towards the bar.

You stand between Penelope and JJ shyly, your fingers suddenly becoming very interesting.

“Alright… two shots and two waters.” Tara places the tray on the table. “If you guys are gonna do this I wanna see it both ways.”

Your eyes widen at the thought of slapping Emily back, but you most definitely aren’t turned off by the idea. Matter of fact, the idea turns you on… quite a bit.

“Are you sure you wanna do this?” Emily questions you earnestly, but you can still see the excitement in her eyes as she gets closer.

“Yes. I’m sure.” You hold her gaze longer than you should, just staring. With a nod she steps back, picking up one of the shots before handing the cup of water to you.

“I’ll go first… ready?” She plants her feet on the floor and lowers herself slightly so you can angle yourself better.

“As I’ll ever be…” you laugh as you stand in front of her, readying yourself.

Penelope stands to the side counting down as Emily puts the glass to her lips, when she reaches one, Emily tosses it back as fast as possible, relaxing the muscles of her face in preparation for the incoming slap.

You toss the water at her as soon as her mouth is closed, hesitating momentarily before landing a solid crack just above her jaw.

The group cheers and Emily’s eyes shoot open wide, immediately connecting with yours with a groan. Her black irises gleam dangerously as a welt the shape of your hand forms over her cheek.

“Whew!” Emily shakes herself out, putting the glass back on the table and picking up the water for herself.

“You good?” Tara asks, knuckles pressing into Emily’s shoulder.

“Yeah, I’m great… that was nothing.” She scoffs. “You hit like a little girl.” 

“Your face says otherwise…” you tease, eyes raking over the red splotch once again.

“Whatever…” Emily rolls her eyes, raising her palm to the side of your head to guide her aim. 

Penelope starts the countdown once again, and you’re shuddering in anticipation, planting your toes and raising the shot glass before tossing it back on the count of one.

The icy water hits you before you even have the chance to fully swallow, and the singe of Emily’s palm against your cheekbone brings tears to your eyes.

Not because you were actually in tremendous pain, it hurt, but that’s simply your body's natural reaction to the deliciously overwhelming nature of what just happened. 

And to be quite honest, you would let her do it again.

You can hear the faint laughs and cheers of the people around you as your mouth falls open, releasing a thick breath as you squint up at Emily through dripping eyelashes. 

Her brows hold a bit of concern in their creases, but the smirk she’s wearing says otherwise. She knows you liked it. 

“That was fun, wow-” You wipe the water from your face, tapping gently at the stinging skin of your cheek. “I think I’m done for the night now…”

“Yeah, I think it’s time we all cool it…” JJ steps behind you, squeezing your shoulders as Penelope hands you a few napkins to dry yourself.

“We all do have to be at work tomorrow morning so…” Emily chuckles, running a hand through her dampened hair. “Don’t want my team chasing killers with hangovers!”

“I’ll see you guys tomorrow, this was fun!” JJ leans into your side as she bids her goodbyes, repeating the process with the rest of the women before heading to the bar to pay her tab and leave.

You, Tara, Penelope, and Emily settle back down at the table, settling back down at the table for a while, nursing some water and a shared plate of fries.

As the first yawn of the night strikes Tara, she bids her farewells and Penelope soon follows, leaving you and Emily completely alone for the first time tonight.

“So…” Emily starts, standing up and moving to a chair closer to you, she leans back in it, looking over at you— blank of expression except for the faint tilt at the corner of her mouth.

“So?” You mirror her, raising a brow.

“Alone at last…” she smirks, the toe of her boot poking out to slide up the back of your calf. 

“So it seems…” you retort lowly, resting your chin in the palm of your hand. “How’s your face?”

Emily chuckles, running a hand through her hair before brushing her fingertips over the fading redness on her cheek. “Doesn’t hurt… just stings a little, but it’s good.” She smiles, folding her hands together over her lap. “How’s yours? Looks pretty sore to me…”

“Nothing I can’t handle.” 

Emily just looks at you for a beat, her bottom lip pulled between her teeth as her eyes trail over you the same they did at the bar earlier.

There’s a mysterious and alluring tension lingering between the two of you as you stare at each other, a hunger within synced breaths and static touches. The rise and fall of her chest draws your attention as if it’s calling for you through the open collar of her shirt. The sun-dappled constellations across her skin, the sheen of perspiration between her breasts, the dainty chain that sits in the dip of her clavicle— it’s all overwhelming. 

“Dance with me again.” Emily jumps up from her seat and tugs you from yours, not asking, ordering.

“And what if I don’t want to dance?” You slip your fingers between hers and let her lead you to the dance floor.

“Well, you certainly aren’t putting up much of a fight…” Emily murmurs, glancing at you. You admire the slope of her nose as she does so, the faint arch, the sharp tip, the tiny scar below her columella.

You stay silent as Emily guides you into the crowd,  letting it envelop both of you. Shoulders brushing against sweaty bodies, the smell of liquor and the pungent mixture of perfume and body odor filling your senses.

The bass of the music makes your lungs feel as though they’re vibrating, Mars Needs Guitars by the Hoodoo Gurus.

Emily wraps her arm around your waist, pulling you against her and swaying.

[I’m primitive, I’m a primitive man, got a primitive girl, we make primitive love]

The lyrics make the urge to be closer to Emily nearly impossible to ignore, not that you really can get much closer— your chests are already pressed together, bodies sliding against one another.

“Where were we…” Emily smirks, her fingertips digging into the flesh of your hip. “Y'know… before we were rudely interrupted.”

“Correct me if I’m wrong…” you scan her face, taking in the gleam in her dark eyes. “But I think you were about to kiss me, Chief…”

[ I'm primitive that's what I am, I'm your primitive mate, I wanna be your man]

“Hmm…” Emily sighs, her free hand climbing up your side and landing at the base of your neck. “I think you’re right…” her lips curl into a wolfish grin, perfect teeth fully on display.

“You should. Kiss me, I mean…” your fingers twirl the hairs at the base of her neck, “only if you want to, of cour-” Emily silences you, swooping in and pressing her lips against yours with an aggressive passion.

You let out a shocked moan as her palm cups your jaw, tilting your head as she runs her tongue over your bottom lip. You graciously let her in, opening up just enough for her to lick inside your mouth before twirling against your own muscle.

[I said, I’m primitive, I’m primitive, you know what that means]

Clutching at the nape of her neck, you pull Emily impossibly closer, clawing at her skin and kissing her as if your life depends on it.

Ignoring the surrounding bodies bumping against you, the kiss grows hungrier— deeper.

It’s sloppy and open-mouthed, teeth and tongue clashing carelessly. It’s anything you could ever want, and you desperately need more. 

Pulling back reluctantly, you look Emily in the eye, noting the swollen redness of her lips— her cheeks glazed and flushed. You think about how you probably look quite a mess if the way you felt on the inside matched the outside in any sort.

“You taste good.” Emily murmurs, leaning down and pressing a wet kiss on the corner of your mouth, the tip of her nose pressing into your hotly blushing cheek.

“I want you to taste more…” you groan, pulling her mouth back to yours, sealing your lips together and sucking in a sharp breath. “Do you want that, Emily?” Another kiss. “To taste me...”

“God, I want that so much.” She says through gritted teeth, “Let me take you home… have my way with you…” The hand that was on your jaw slips in your hair, tugging just enough for your head to tilt back. 

You let her trail hot kisses over your throat, without a single care that wandering eyes can see. 

“Please…” you whisper through panting breaths, “I want-hm… do whatever you want, I’m all yours.”

Emily’s lips drag over your pulse point and jaw, nipping at the skin every once and a while. “That’s quite the statement, agent…” she nips at your earlobe, “do you think you can handle me?”

“Yes…” you gasp as she digs her thumb into your hip, sucking the earlobe into her mouth. “I want it… I can take it.” You turn slightly to press a kiss to her cheekbone, your hand sliding down the back of her neck and under the collar of her shirt, before settling between her shoulder blades.

Her skin is hot to the touch, sweat lingering in the dips of muscle— you want nothing more than to lick it off of her.

“Come on…” Emily slips from your grasp all too quickly, her hand grasping yours and pulling you back out of the crowd.

The lights and bodies blur around you as you’re tugged along, you can make out the phone in Emily’s hand, probably setting up a ride as she is way too respectable to get herself a DUI in the name of sex.

Emily’s hand slips from yours when you reach the table, making quick work of scooping up both of your belongings. With a nod of her head you’re following her out the door, hand fisted in the back of her blouse as you try to keep up.

“Impatient are we?” You joke, nudging at her hip through the fabric.

Emily shoots you a warning look as she holds the exit door open, making sure to slip a quick handful of your ass when you pass, pulling a squeak from your throat.

The waiting period is short, but still incredibly awkward. The brisk nighttime breeze— blowing Emily’s raven hair into her face. You watch with desperate eyes as she lifts a hand and tucks the flyaways behind her ear.

The night casts a blue film over her body— pale, sweat-dampened skin, glowing in the moonlight. She looks like pure sex and adrenaline, her chest rising and falling with quick breaths as she turns to look at you.

“Are you sure you’re sure about this? You can always back out and we can just keep it… mildly professional…” Emily trails off, searching your expression for any form of doubt.

“I think I made it pretty clear what I want, Emily. I want to do this—” You step closer, taking her hand in one of yours while the other cups the side of her neck. “I want you.”  Your lips brush against hers as you pull her in, tongue darting out to moisten the skin before capturing her mouth in a deep kiss. 

Emily’s hand clutches at your waist as she moves to deepen the kiss, her lips parting and letting your tongue dip inside— dancing over her teeth and twirling with her hot muscle. 

If you could equate the feeling to anything, it would be like slipping a nicotine pouch into your mouth and letting it soak into your gums. The sweet taste of her mouth pulls a sting from your salivary glands as if you’re sucking on a sour lozenge.

Your hips press against Emily’s, the cool metal of her belt buckle nipping at your belly through the thin fabric of your shirt.

A moan slips from your throat, fingers tangling in hairs at the nape of Emily’s neck. You hear her groan as you tug gently, the vibrations sending a chill down your spine.

The sound of tires on gravely pavement and the obnoxious beeping of a car horn pull you out of the moment. 

“Cars here…” Emily whispers against your lips, a small smile tugging at the corners of hers.

With a sigh, you step back— letting Emily open the car door for you to fall inside. The driver greets you with a disdained ‘Hello, Emily?’ To which she responds with a ‘yes’, buckling her seatbelt and urging you to do the same.

Emily’s hand lands atop your knee, her thumb pressing into the flesh teasingly. You give her a pleading look. A look that begs for her to keep touching you and never stop. She just smiles.

Somehow you both manage to keep it PG for the entire ride to Emily’s place, not wanting to traumatize the poor driver.

Her quaint townhouse is unsurprisingly gorgeous, exactly the type of home you’d picture a woman like Emily Prentiss living in. The brick walls are pristinely kept, with some sort of ivy growing over them.  

“This is nice…” you exhale, eyes wandering over the building. Emily’s hand is steady on your lower back as she guides you towards the front door.

“Thank you… I’m quite fond of it myself.” She chuckles, pulling her keys from her purse and unlocking the door.

Stepping inside, you’re met with a rush of something entirely Emily. The scent of her perfume and musky cashmere candles— even the familiar note of her Marlboro cigarettes in the air.

You watch as Emily places her things down and tosses her keys into a dish on the entryway table, then turns to face you— leaning her hip against it.

You stalk over to her, placing your things next to hers and mirroring the position, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth as you take in her form below the dim light of the foyer.

“Hi.” She murmurs, her hand reaching up to run along the side of your face.

“Hi…” you lean into her palm, fluttering your lashes as you stare at her. Her thumb brushes over the sore spot on your cheek and you suck in a hissed breath.

“Still sore?” Emily’s eyes trail over the blotchy red spot over your cheekbone before leaning in and pressing a featherlight kiss over the sensitive skin.

“Just a little, only to the touch.” 

“Hmm…” Emily pulls back, the tip of her nose brushing against yours. “A little pain isn’t a bad thing…”  

Your gaze falls to her mouth, entranced by the way her lips move as she speaks, the delicate lines in the rosy skin— the dimples that make her angular and sexily aged face look rather adorable.

“Definitely not,” you wrap your arms around her waist, nestling into her.

“You’re a tease, y’know?” Emily chuckles, her fingers raking through your hair.

“Enlighten me?” You smirk, tucking a hand in the back pocket of her trousers.

“Well for one…” she dips down and presses a single lingering kiss at the corner of your mouth. “You’re so eager to please…and I love that.” Her hand fists at your hair—forcibly yanking your head backward, making room to kiss and nip at your neck. You let out a desperate gasp.

“Like right now for example…” She sucks at the sweet spot below your pulse point. “Letting me pull your hair, mark you up like we don’t have work in the morning…” her teeth sink into the curve of your jaw, pulling a whimper from your throat.

“So needy…” you feel her nails against your scalp, her tongue dragging hot, wet lines over your skin. “You’re practically a puddle on my floor, love…”

“Please— Emily…” 

“Please what?” She nips at your earlobe before pulling back to look you in the eye. “You’re gonna have to use words if you want something.” 

“Take me to bed…” your hands grasp at her back, clawing at her through the fabric. “Please—need you.” You breathe wildly as your hand moves to fiddle with the buttons of her shirt, fingertips prodding at her sweltering skin through the seams.

“Are you gonna be a good girl?” Her hand slides from your hair, her thumb and index finger pinching at your chin to lift your face towards her. 

“Yes… I’ll be so good. Whatever you want… I need it.” You surge forward, attacking her mouth with enough force that she stumbles backward. 

She corrects herself quickly, gripping at your head as she deepens the kiss. Her teeth nip at your bottom lip, tugging on it before letting it pop back into place.

Your breath fans across her face as you just stare at each other with lust-filled eyes. Emily smiles devilishly, her hand wrapping around your throat with a groan as she pulls you back to her mouth.

She kisses you almost selfishly, stealing all the air from your lungs as she practically swallows you whole. 

You fumble with the buttons of her shirt as her tongue licks into your mouth, popping them open from the bottom up. 

The air grows stifling as the sounds of your mouth against Emily’s fill the room. The moans, the frantic sounds of wet suction, the ruffling of clothes against bodies… It's completely suffocating in the best of ways.

Emily tightens her grip on your throat as she begins slipping off her shoes, kicking them to the side as she pulls you towards the bedroom— you can’t help but whine.

You manage to completely open her shirt by the time the back of her heels hit the stairs, your palms flattening over her belly. You can feel goosebumps spreading over the soft flesh as your nails dig into her sides. 

Emily releases your mouth with an audible pop as she slides her hand from your throat and down to the collar of your shirt— gripping it and pulling you up the stairs.

Your eyes are wide and wild as you make the treacherous climb, hands clambering at the walls— at the back of Emily’s legs.

The second floor smells more like Emily than the first, and it excites you more than you could ever possibly enunciate.

With a wickedly strong hand, Emily shoves you into the bedroom door. Forcing a small grunt out as you collide with the solid wood, it morphs into a gasp as her lips reattach to yours.

With her body pressed firmly against you, her hands start roaming over your clothed skin aimlessly. You reach for the doorknob, twisting it open and stumbling inside as she grips at your shirt. 

Her fingertips slide beneath the fabric, running over your stomach and the sides of your rib cage before pulling the offending fabric over your head and discarding it.

Her hands cup your breasts, squeezing them roughly through your bra. You let out a choked moan at the sensation, your hands knotting in her hair as you try your hardest to keep kissing her.

Emily doesn’t linger long outside of your bra, making quick work of pushing you further into the room and swiftly unclasping it with practiced ease.

“Bed.” Emily’s voice is low and raspy as she orders you, her hands tugging the bra from your arms and forcibly shoving you down onto the mattress.

“Yes, ma’am.” You gasp, scooting up onto your elbows and spreading your legs mindlessly— already so accommodating.

“Fuck, you’re so gorgeous.” Emily growls, unbuckling her belt and slipping her trousers off before crawling over you and settling against your pelvis.

You catch a glimpse of the simple black cotton briefs she has on, the color starkly contrasting her pale thighs.

“I couldmh-” Her lips are on yours again before you can finish your sentence. The kiss is urgent, her mouth opening and closing against yours desperately.

She moves her assault down your neck and chest, giving you a chance to catch your breath. “I could say-hmph.. the same for you—oh fuck.” her lips close around your nipple, sucking the already pebbled flesh into a solid peak.

Emily’s teeth scrape over the bud before soothing the sting with a swirl of her tongue, while her hand works in tandem with the opposite breast; squeezing, tweaking, pinching.

“Fuck that feel nice…” you pant, sitting up in your elbows to watch as Emily continues her affections.

“Yeah?” Her eyes flick up to yours, irises black and shining. Her cheeks shine with a faint dusting of flush, highlighting the sharpness of her cheekbones.

Her tongue is boiling against your already hot skin, dragging over each dip and curve with an agonizing slowness.

“Yes… love your mouth.” Emily smiles as she swiftly moves lower, biting just below the curve of your breast. Your head falls back with a sigh as she moves to take your nipple in her mouth again— hollowing her cheeks as she sucks, flicking her tongue over the swollen bud.

Your hands claw at the back of her neck and shoulders, pulling her closer. 

“Such a gorgeous thing… so perfect.” Emily groans, releasing you from her mouth and climbing back up to kiss you again.

“Thank you…” you smile into the kiss, nipping at Emily’s bottom lip before swiping your tongue over it. Emily chuckles, taking your tongue into her mouth and closing her lips around it.

Your hands wrap around her middle, trailing over her sides and up to the clasp of her bra. “May I?” You whisper, pressing a light peck to her top lip.

“I suppose…” Emily practically purrs, her arms sliding up so her elbows rest on both sides of your head—trapping you.

The clasp is undone in a matter of seconds, the fabric falling loosely between the two of you.

“Let me see you.” Your hands press at her waist, urging her to sit up, but she doesn’t budge.

“That’s not how we ask for things, sweetheart.” Emily’s hand moves to cup your face, her thumb sliding over your jawline and down to your throat.

“Please… I want to see you—please let me see you.” You practically moan, your body writhing desperately beneath her weight.

“Good girl.” Emily smirks, patting your cheek. You can’t help but whimper at the residual stinging from the slap earlier.

Emily sits back on her heels, slipping the bra from her arms slowly, teasingly. Your eyes are wide as you watch her, scrambling up onto your elbows. 

You trail your gaze from where her hips meet your inner thighs up to her face— the delicious curve of her hips, the lines of her belly that falls ever-so-slightly over the edge of her pants, the dusting of freckles across her skin, the heaviness of her breasts as they drop from the cups of her bra.

“Oh, fuck me.” you sigh, eyes frantically taking in every detail you could find. “I don’t think I’ll ever get over this…” you laugh in disbelief— can she get any sexier?

You reach out, fingertips barely making contact before she’s shoving you back down on the mattress— one hand holding your wrists above your head while her other is wrapped solidly around the base of your neck.

“I never said you could touch.” Emily looms over you, her face mere inches away from yours. You can feel her breasts pressing against your own, her belly brushing against your pelvis with each breath.

“I’m sorry… Please, let me touch you.” You whimper, eyes pleading.

“I might have to teach you a lesson if you keep misbehaving like this, y/n…” Her tongue flicks out to lick her lips, the tip of her thumb feeling along the ridges of your esophagus. “You wanna touch me so bad, hm?”

“Yes. Please, Emily... God, please let me touch you.” You’re practically gasping for air as you beg, the feeling of her body over you, her hand on your neck, her lips just out of reach— it’s all too much.

“I love it when you beg. So eager…” Her thumb prods at your lips and you let your mouth fall open, allowing her entrance. “I’ll let you touch... but on one condition.” The pad of her thumb presses down on your tongue, all you do is nod.

“I’m gonna sit on your face, and you’re gonna make me cum…” you moan at her words, closing your lips around her digit. “Can you do that for me?”

“Yes. Oh god, yes.” Your hands clutch the pillows where they’re being held. Emily smiles, craning down and pressing a rough kiss to your mouth.

She slides off of the mattress, pulling her panties down and tossing them at you. Her scent hits you almost immediately, the rich, heady smell of arousal and something purely Emily.

This might just kill you.

“Lay back on the pillows.” Emily instructs and you nod, eagerly moving up the bed.

Emily crawls back onto the mattress like a panther, her hair falling like a curtain around her face, enhancing the dark look in her eyes. You feel like you’re being hunted and you couldn’t be happier.

Emily straddles your waist first, leaning down to kiss over the hickeys on your chest and neck— her hands grasp at the headboard as she moves up to your head. You wrap your arms around the back of her thighs as she gets comfortable, palms sliding over the smooth skin.

Your mouth waters as she gets closer, the source of her arousal only inches away from your face.

“Stick your tongue out.” Emily barks, you oblige— opening your mouth and letting the muscle hang out as far as it’ll go.

She smiles innocently at you before lowering her sex onto your awaiting mouth. You groan at the taste, the vibrations pulling a gasp from Emily’s throat.

Her hips stutter slightly as she grinds herself along your tongue. You grip her ass, holding her steady as she moves.

Emily’s hand falls from the headboard, landing at the crown of your head— gripping at your hair as her hips begin rutting harder against your mouth. 

She uses her grip to angle and maneuver you, fucking herself on your tongue. You curl the muscle ever so slightly, letting it dip inside. 

She tastes absolutely heavenly and you can’t get enough. 

Panting breaths fall from her lips as she lets the pleasure overtake her, letting her weight settle atop you. It grows a bit hard to breathe, but you couldn’t care less. Emily Prentiss is actively riding your face— a better death does not exist. 

You gaze up at her with heavy lids, watching the way her breasts sway with her motions, the way the muscles in her stomach clench each time you rub against a sensitive spot, the sweat glazing over her chest. You can feel the trimmed hair over her pubic bone tickling lightly at your nose. 

You reach a hand up, cupping a singular breast and brushing a thumb over her nipple. Emily groans, meeting your eyes with parted lips. The hand in your hair screws tighter causing you to moan against her— she twitches, breathing out a quiet whimper.

“Fuck, baby… such a good mouth.” Emily pants, her pace quickening as she chases her orgasm. You squeeze at her breasts with both hands this time, pinching at her nipples.

Her hips grind fast and hard against your mouth as she reaches the final throes leading up to her orgasm. The sound of your mouth against her sex is absolutely filthy, tongue and lips working in tandem, sucking and licking.

“Shit—” Emily hisses, shuddering above you, her body clenching and face screwing up with pleasure as she tumbles over the edge. 

You feel her pussy flutter against your tongue as she eases herself through her orgasm. Your hands fall to her sides, squeezing gently as an aid.

“Hmm…” Emily sighs, her fingers untangling from your hair and running over the messy locks, smoothing them. 

She looks down at you again, her face flushed a deep red. You run the tip of your tongue through her slit, flicking at the underside of her clit, teasing— she flinches, swatting your forehead and lifting herself off your face.

“Naughty girl…” Emily dismounts, swinging a leg over you and sitting back in her heels.

You just smile dazedly up at her, limbs flopping against the bed and face slick with the remnants of Emily’s arousal.

She leans in, pressing a sloppy kiss to your lips. Her tongue— licking into your mouth, humming as she tastes herself on you.

“You taste good.” You murmur between kisses, hands sliding over her sides. Emily hums a wordless agreement, her hand inching its way over your thigh. Her nails drag over the sensitive skin, you spread for her, hoping for any kind of relief from the burning affliction between your legs.

“I can feel how wet you are from all the way out here…” Emily whispers, her fingertips teasing the hem of your underwear near your inner thigh. “So warm…” Her palm slides over your covered mound and up to your abdomen. You pant, your body arching into her touch. 

“You did good.” Emily hums, nipping at your jaw, her hand tracing delicate patterns over your chest. “Now… I want you…” she pauses, circling your nipple. “To sit at the edge of the bed, I’ll be right back.” With that, Emily abruptly slips from your grasp— leaving you exposed, goosebumps engulfing your body as the cool air rushes in.

“What…” you furrow your brows, reluctantly sitting up and following her orders. You watch as Emily nakedly disappears into what appears to be a walk-in closet.

Taking a moment to breathe, you inhale to a count of three, hold, then exhale the same. As Emily fumbles around in the wardrobe, your heart thumps wildly in your chest with anticipation.

When she re-emerges, a wave of heat rushes straight to your core.

Clad in nothing but a thick leather harness over her hips, she stalks towards you holding two dildos— one probably average-sized and the other a bit smaller.

“Take your pick.” She holds them out.

You analyze them both for a moment, either would be fine, but she wants you to decide.

Biting your lip, you take them from her, feeling their weight—their girth in your hands. You decide on the bigger of the two, you most certainly won’t mind feeling the remnants of tonight in the morning.

“This one.” You go to hand it back to her, a shy smile gracing your lips.

“Strap it in for me, baby.” Emily steps closer, jutting her hits towards you and tossing the other dildo onto the nightstand.

Nodding, you slip from the bed— landing on your knees in front of her. Emily hums at the sight, her fingers smoothing over your hair.

Once the toy is secured, you look up at her with wide eyes, nibbling at your lip. Your hands slide over her calves and up her outer thighs, steadying yourself as you lean in, pressing a kiss to the tip of the toy's head.

“Fuck, you don’t have to do that…”

“I want to…” you sit up a bit, pressing a kiss below her belly button, taking the length of the toy in your hand and stroking it slowly as if it were a part of her body. 

And with the soft noises Emily makes, it certainly feels like it might be. 

“You’re gonna suck my cock, baby? Get it nice and wet for me?” Emily's voice is rich as velvet as she strokes your hair, her hips rocking forward in your hand.

You lick a stripe along the underside of the shaft, humming at the feeling of its ridges against your tongue, the faint taste of cool silicone.

Your eyes stay on hers as you take the head into your mouth, swirling your tongue over it before urging forward— taking about half its length before you pull away in favor of not gagging.

“Jesus Christ…” Emily crouches, bringing herself more in reach. “Such a perfect little slut… on her knees, taking my cock so well.” 

You moan at the filthy praise, your sex clenching around nothing as you grind subtlety into the air. 

Her hand clutches at your scalp while the other rests on her hip, not forcing your head— but keeping it steady as you bob slowly, taking more and more length with each pass. 

Your eyes water as the toy hits the back of your throat, but you don’t relent. You just keep pulling her closer, urging her on. Emily groans, somewhat in awe of how well you’re doing.

You watch her face the best you can through teary eyes, noting how her brows knit together each time you release faint noises around the toy, gurgling tremendous amounts of saliva as you let her fuck your mouth.

“Fuck, enough of that… get on the bed.” Emily tugs you by the hair, pulling your mouth from the appendage. “Now.”

You gasp as she spins you, shoving you down face first— pinning you to the mattress, your feet still planted firmly on the floor.

One hand remains tangled in your hair while the other grips at your hip, pulling you against her. The toy prods at your inner thigh, and you can feel her hot breath against the back of your neck as she hunches over you.

“God, I bet you’re drenched…” she growls, the hand that was on your hip— snaking between your legs, her svelte fingers sliding through your slick folds. “Hmm, would you look at that… I was right.”

You buck into her hand as she brushes against your clit, pulling a needy whine from your throat.

“Please…” you pant, arching into the mattress.

You can feel Emily’s breasts pressing into your shoulder blades as she lets her weight fall onto you, keeping you in place.

“Please what?” She draws featherlight circles over your swollen nub. 

“Please— Emily… fuck me.” You let out a choked moan as she adds more pressure, tweaking it between scissored fingers. “I need it… please. I need you inside of me.” Your body shudders, knees weak as she nips at the cartilage of your ear.

“Hmm, good girl.” Her thumb runs through your slit, teasing at your entrance before dipping inside.

You mumble out your pleasure in illegible babbles, body gyrating against the mattress in an attempt to further soothe the desperate— burning ache in your sex.

“More…” you pant, hands clutching at the duvet. “I- fuck...” a sharp moan tears from you as she pulls out and pumps two fingers inside you, curling— pressing.

“Such a needy girl…” Emily purrs against your ear, dipping down to bite at your shoulder. “Taking my fingers so well.” She puts more force behind her thrusts, the lewd squelching sounds echoing throughout the room.

“Oh—fuck…” you push back against her, needing to feel her deeper. The hand in your hair loops over your shoulder to squeeze your breast aggressively. 

“You want my cock, baby?” She pinches your nipple between her middle and index finger. “Want me to fill that pretty pussy?”

“Fuck yes. Please...” You crane your neck, her nose pressing against your cheek as you pant. “God, please fuck me.”

“Spread your legs.” She nips at your jaw, fingers slipping from your clenching pussy and gripping the base of her cock, coating it with your arousal. 

You spread yourself open as much as possible, raising a knee to rest against the mattress with a whimper. You can feel your wetness dribbling down the inside of your thighs, it’s humiliating and Emily is eating it right up.

“What a fucking slut… making such a mess.” Emily runs the tip of the toy through your folds, before drawing teasing circles over your clit. “So desperate to get fucked, spreading herself open for me. God, you’re perfect.”

You moan at the praise, arching your back and jutting your ass into the air. Emily groans, slapping your ass cheek before canting forward, barely pressing the head of her cock inside.

“Ooh, fuck.” You moan, clutching at the sheets as you brace yourself for the intrusion. “Fuck me…” 

“I am fucking you, baby.” Emily mocks, expelling a breathy chuckle before rutting herself even deeper inside. 

The pressure forces a silent moan out of your throat as you clutch at the bed sheets. The ridges of her cock— rubbing delectably against all the sensitive spots within your walls, stretching, filling you up.

The rhythm of Emily’s thrusts begin to gain more fluidity, dragging the entire length back and forth in an agonizingly slow gesture, the head tapping at your cervix with each pass.

“Shit… harder.” You pant, using your hands to rock back against her thrusts.

Emily straightens out with a guttural groan, a sudden gust of cool air fans across your back in her absence, sending a shiver down your spine.

Her strong hands clutch at your hips, fingernails digging sharply into your skin as she pulls your pelvis towards her forcibly, meeting her thrusts— the entire length of her cock slamming into you without relent.

The pure force of it nearly knocks the wind out of you, the perfect mix of pain and pleasure pooling wildly, deep in your gut.

“Fu-uck…holy…shit…ohmygod.” You moan, your words escaping in choked spurts as you drop from your hand to rest on your forearms. 

“Mm, I can’t believe I’ve waited this long to fuck you.” Emily murmurs, you can hear her panting breaths as she keeps up her rhythm. “I've been wanting to have you like this since the day I met you…” 

You hardly register the words as they float over your head, the feeling of Emily’s aggressive pounding practically knocking your brain from its place in your skull. But you register them enough that a faint smile curls into your mouth as your top half falls limp against the bed. Your bottom half pushes up onto tippy-toes, better angling yourself for the older woman. 

“Me too… God, you’re so fucking hot, Emily.” Your body feels like it’s burning as you try to steady your erratic breathing. “You feel so good…”

“I know I do, baby…” You can feel the smirk on Emily’s face as she says that, one of her hands shifting to swipe over your hypersensitive clit. 

You twitch at the sensation, your body arching into the air— attempting to further itself from Emily’s hand against your own will. But God, you want her to touch you like that. To work and play with your body till you’re shaking and crying with overstimulation.

“So sensitive…” She purrs, the hand that’s still in your hip travels up the length of your spine, her palm pressing into your tense muscles, before landing at the base of your neck— tangling in the hairs and shoving your head into the soft duvet.

Somehow, her thrusts manage to hit even deeper with the new angle. Her body looming over your back as she angles the toy downward— you can feel her in your guts, the skin of your lower belly brushing against the sheets as the tip prods through the skin.

Emily’s hand on your clit seems to sense it, easing up on the throbbing bundle of nerves and sliding to cup herself over your abdomen.

“Feel that, baby?” Emily presses her palm against the protrusion, adding pressure as her thrusts slow but gain in force. “Feel how fucking deep I am?”

“Ungh- yes… I love it.” You gasp, letting the Unit Chief manhandle your body. The power of her hips, plowing you further into the mattress— her hands, firm against the back of your neck and belly. You can hear the slapping of skin on skin, her heavy panting, the thumping of blood in your ears.

Emily groans at your desperation, gripping harder at the back of your neck and tangling her fingers in the hair at your nape. Your back arches almost painfully as she tugs, using it as an aid as she fucks into you.

“Mm, scoot up on the bed for me.” She grits, her voice low and gravelly as she uses her free hand to lift your lower half onto the mattress. You can’t hold back the whimper that falls from your lips as her cock slips out, the wet silicone— dragging a slick trail over your inner thigh.

Emily grabs your waist as you try to move up the bed with wobbly limbs, flipping you onto your back. Her hands slide up the back of your thighs, cupping the posterior of your knees and pressing them to your stomach.

The feeling of her hot mouth over your sex shocks you, a squeak slipping out as you twitch against her flicking tongue. The muscle is anything but gentle as she licks through your puffy folds— dipping into your entrance and gathering your arousal with a pointed tongue, before spreading it messily over your clit.

“Oh!” You yelp, your hands moving to grip at her scalp through parted legs. 

“Mm, you taste good.” Emily hums, the vibrations sending an extra wave of pleasure straight through you. Your hips buck wildly, already overly-sensitive from the aggressive onslaught of her strap-on. 

Placing a final wet kiss on your clit— Emily rises, shifting so that her pelvis is pressed to your ass, the toy resting between your legs. With a wolfish grin, she releases one of your knees, using the now free hand to align the toy with your entrance.

Your breath comes in frantic, shuddered gasps as you watch her. She teasingly swipes the tip through your folds before slapping over your clit, causing you to twitch and whimper quietly.

Your hands settle on the base of her ribcage as she uses her thumb to press the head inside, the majority of its length gliding in without any resistance.

“Hm–fuck.” You gaze up at Emily through half-lidded eyes, her face and chest red and glistening with sweat from all the exertion. 

Leaning back and resting a hand on the bed, her hips begin rolling into you smoothly. Her eyes travel the length of your body, so thick and heavy with the weight of desire it makes you dizzy.

Her lips part as she pants slightly, her breasts swaying with each roll of her hips— muscles beneath the soft skin of her abdomen flexing.

You let your head fall back onto the pillows, eyes fluttering closed as you try to focus on how she feels inside you. The feeling of her long fingers gripping at your thigh as she pulls you against her, the blunt ridges of her cock rubbing against your g-spot— knocking tiny whimpers and moans out of you with each pass. The familiar, and rather rapid, burn of a climax building in your womb. 

Emily’s thumb stroking your clit pulls you out of your thoughts, forcing you up onto your elbows. You manage to look up at her again, she meets your eyes with a smile— bottom lip pulled between her teeth as she watches your body shiver under her ministrations. 

“How ya doing, baby?” She purrs, licking at her thumb before placing it back on your clit, circling. “Feel good?” 

“Yes… harder- I need you harder.” You reach out, clutching at her forearm. “Wanna cum so bad. Please.”

“Yeah?” Emily leans forward, the hand that was on your thigh moving to wrap around the base of your throat as the one on your clit loops under your arm, bracing herself between the pillows and your shoulder blade. “My needy girls gonna cum for me? Gonna cum all over my cock?” 

You can only nod as her fingertips press into the sides of your neck, staring up at her in a lightheaded daze. She uses her grip as leverage as she speeds up, pulling you into her powerful thrusts. 

Your eyes practically roll out of their sockets at the overwhelming feeling of it all. Your stomach and breasts sliding against one another as a layer of sweat forms between overheating bodies. 

“Open.” you hear Emily murmur, nipping at your bottom lip. Eagerly obliging— you tilt your chin up to meet her, letting your mouth fall open. Her saliva coats your tongue not even a second later, you groan at the taste of her, letting it settle into your tastebuds for a moment before swallowing.

“Thank you.” You smile, pleased, craning up to kiss her again. 

She catches your moans in her mouth as she fucks you hard and steady— taking what she wants without abandon, and you’re more than happy to let her do so. 

Your arms wrap around her torso, nails digging into the muscles of her mid and upper back, muscles that flex and curve with each perfectly calculated, punishing thrust. Emily hisses and you think for a moment that you might’ve drawn blood— but the worry is quickly washed away as the hand on your neck snakes between your legs, pressing down on your swollen nub.

A sob wracks through you as you hurdle closer and closer toward the edge, that consistently rising flame in your gut rapidly approaching a full blaze. 

“Fuck, Emily… so close- please, can I cum?” you choke out, eyes struggling to stay open as her intensity grows.

“Good girl, go on…” she puffs, her mouth moving to suckle at your neck. “Cum for me, honey.” 

The mixture of Emily’s low, rough voice, her teeth nipping at your jugular, and the fingers on your clit— shoves you right off that cliff. The coil of tension in your belly snaps like a wishbone, causing your body to lock up on itself. Your muscles tremble and your sex clamps down on Emily, holding her in place. 

Your mouth falls open with a silent scream as the immense pleasure distorts your features, eyes clenching shut— forehead crinkling. It’s like a fireworks show setting off on the back of your eyelids as you let the waves wash over you, flashes of pure white heat. 

Emily noses at your jaw as your body relaxes— trembling in her tight grasp. 

“Jesus Christ…” she chuckles wryly, pressing sloppy kisses over your chin and cheek. 

“Fuck, I think I might’ve just seen him.” Your arms fall limp at your sides, fingers splaying out over the sheets in an attempt to bring yourself back to earth. Your pussy flutters around the toy as the final aftershocks run their course, your breathing quick and shallow. 

Emily laughs again, nipping at your collarbone before letting her head fall to rest against your shoulder. 

“Man, I am getting way too old for this.” She lets out a drastic sigh. “My back will most definitely be feeling it in the morning.”

You scoff, swatting at the back of her head. Emily shoots up, giving you a curious but challenging look.

“Oh, stop it.” You pet the offending spot gently, soothing whatever hypothetical pain she might be feeling. “You are not old.”

“Forty-six is pretty damn old…” she arches her brow.

“More like pretty damn sexy…” you grin cheesily at the Unit Chief, raising your hand to wipe a few sweaty strands of hair away from her forehead. 

Emily smirks, growling as she swoops down, kissing you hard. You wrap your arms around her waist, your body arching into her as her strap shifts inside of you faintly. With a burst of confidence, you shove the older woman off— flipping her onto her back and swinging your leg over her hips before letting the toy sink inside you once again.

She stares up at you with wide eyes as you let out a breathy moan, grinding your hips subtly.

“Now you don’t have to worry about your back.” You tease, smirking down at her as your palms land on her chest, cupping her breasts.

“Mhm…” Emily’s hand clutches at your hips, her thumb digging into the sensitive muscle over your hip bones while the other folds behind her head. “Maybe I should just sit back and enjoy the show? Let you do all the work?”  

“Well where’s the fun in that?” you whine, frowning at her as you pick up speed— raising off the toy momentarily before plopping back down into Emily’s lap and repeating the process over again. 

“But you look so pretty like this…” Her fingers trail over your stomach, the muscles twitching beneath the skin as she passes, cupping your breast in her palm and tweaking your nipple with her thumb. “And I must say, I do love watching you work for it.”

A whimper slips past your lips as she brings her hand out from behind her head, wetting the pad of her thumb with her tongue before pressing it to your clit, drawing slow circles.

“Emily…” you groan, falling forward onto your elbows, your face inches away from Emily’s. “Fuck me.” 

She doesn’t need much convincing because as soon as those words slip from your mouth it’s like a switch flips. Her arm wraps around you, fingers tangling at your scalp and tugging your head back harshly. Her mouth is at your throat next, teeth scrapping over the thin skin. 

She plants her feet on the mattress and fucks up into you, hard and fast, forcing a strangled sound to escape from the depths of your throat.

“This what you wanted?” The skin of her hips slaps against the back of your thighs. “Wanted me to pull on your hair and fuck the shit out of you like the slut you are?”

“Yes-ohfuck, yes…” you gasp, the head of her cock hitting particularly deep while the base of her harness nudges at your clit.

“Dirty fucking girl…” Her palm lands on your ass with a sharp slap, the sound of it cracking through the near-silent room. 

“Mph, shit- slap me again.” You cry out, clutching at her shoulders as you try to sit up, rocking against her thrusts.

Another slap comes down on your ass, more solid this time. You smile at the mix-up, spanking is nice but you want something more. You want it hard and across your cheek, you want her to grip at your jaw so hard it feels like it might break under the pressure, God you want her to do it all. 

“No… hm-slap me across the face.” You pant out, meeting her eyes. “Please…” 

“Fuck… I knew you liked that.” She groans, her hands slipping for your hair and cupping your cheek, rubbing at it before pulling back and landing a harsh crack against the flesh. 

You let your head roll with the force of her hand, the sting shooting straight between your legs as Emily smiles up at you almost as if she were in awe.

“I loved it.” You correct her, falling back down against her damp chest and burying your face in the crook of her neck. Breathing her in, you note the faint smell of sweat mixed with the lingering essence of her perfume. 

You run your tongue over the vein that protrudes just above her collarbones, tasting the saltiness of her skin. Emily puffs out a shaky breath as she keeps up her fast-paced rhythm, using both hands on your hips to move your body in time with the strokes.

“Emily-” You gasp, clutching tightly at her as your second orgasm begins to build. 

“Yeah? Already close baby?” She turns her head, her cheek squishing against yours. 

“Yes… fuck keep going, just like that.” Your teeth graze at her pulse point, the movements of both bodies growing wild and sloppy— aimed solely at getting you there.

You can feel her nails digging into your skin, freckling your waist and hips with tiny red crescent moons. Your chests rise and fall rapidly in tandem, and by the looks of it, Emily might be on the verge too.

“Can you feel it?” you ask, dipping a hand down to tweak her nipple. 

“Yes, might cum with you if you keep doing that…” Emily’s voice is almost needy as she says it, and you might be addicted to how desperation sounds on her. 

You hum, pinching harder— she reacts with a jerk of her hips, slamming the head of her cock into your cervix. 

“Shit, Em-” You moan, panting wildly against her neck. 

She keeps pumping into you like that, jerking up roughly and hitting the same spot over and over again— it drives you absolutely wild. You can feel the muscles in your legs begin shaking as they struggle against the rhythm, relying completely on Emily’s strength to keep you going.

“Using nicknames now, are we?” She chuckles breathily, bumping her head against yours as she tries to face you.

“Shut up…” you avoid her gaze, shying into her neck further.

“Look at me.” Her tone is one that makes your ears perk up, immediately doing as you're told. “I wanna see the look on your face when you cum, you look so gorgeous like that.”

Your lips part slightly, eyes locking on her with heavy lids as you try to keep them open.

“That’s a good girl…” Sweat beads at Emily’s temples and down the valley of her breasts. “Come on, cum for me again, baby.” 

Just watching the look on her face is enough to push you over the edge, your spine curling into the air as the floodgates burst inside you, ripping a shuddered moan from your throat.

You can hear Emily’s quiet gasps as she keeps pumping, chasing her own orgasm. She finishes not long after with a shudder and a low groan through clenched teeth before promptly pulling the toy out. 

Your torso lies limp against her, breathing quick and shallow as you work through the tiny shocks that seem to wrack your entire body. Emily’s palm slides over your spine, rubbing soothing patterns over your vertebrae. 

“Thank you.” you rasp, pressing a chaste kiss below her ear.

“You did well...” her blunt fingernails scratch over your shoulders, a wave of goosebump spreading across your naked skin. “So good for me.”

You smile softly at the praise, the gentleness of it juxtaposing with the rest of the night almost hilariously. Emily shifts below you, single handedly loosening the harness and wiggling out of it— tossing it haphazardly into the room.

“How does a bath sound?”