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It was a Friday night after an incredibly stressful week. The entire team had been dragged to a bar to get absolutely toasted and wash away the weeks worries. And when we say entire team, we mean the entire team.
Hotch and Rossi were there drinking some cheap scotch that was most definitely not up to Rossi's standards. Morgan was dancing with some random chicks as he always does, with Garcia watching like a creep sipping her gin and tonic. JJ had challenged Spencer to a game of darts, of course he was losing but was rambling about math equations and physics instead of admitting his lack of skill.
That left you and Emily. You had both downed the vodka shots quickly and were already drunk off your face. Drunk, horny, and disregarding the consequences, you had stumbled into the hallway outside the restrooms.
Emily had you pushed up against the wall, dress slowly bunching at your thighs, she had one leg pressed between yours, pushing up against your throbbing core.
She was plastering kisses up your neck, under your jaw, wherever she could reach. God it was hot, it was so hot, and you were turned on and drunk and you wanted her to rail you right there, but you were sober enough to be aware of where you are and what people are here.
"Emily," you say, trying to pull her off you. She's persistent and the kisses are still coming, you want her to continue but you really shouldn't here.
"Emily," you say again. She hums in response and you can fell through vibration on your skin and it makes your knees weak.
"Our boss is right around the corner."
"And?" She asks, pausing the kisses for a moment, only to get right back in when she's said her piece.
Her hand is sneaking it's way under your panties, her thumb rubbing teasing circles in your hip.
"Emily, they'll see us."
She pulls away to flash a grin.
"I don't care, I am going to fuck you so hard tonight, but you can choose whether it's here or at home."
Your breath catches in your throat at her abruptness.
"Home," you choke out.
She completely pulls away at your answer, you can't control the little whine that comes out of your mouth at the loss of contact which results in a laugh from Emily.
She grabs your hand and pulls you through the waves of people in the bar. She tugs you to the seats where your coats and bag rests. She gives you the opportunity to grab your stuff but not say two words to anyone. JJ and Spencer catch your eye, so you give them a wave as they look at you with their eyes bulging out of their heads at what they see. That look alone makes you laugh.
Being November, the air is brisk when you step out the door. There's a wave of cool breeze that sends a shiver down your spine. You let go of Emily's hand to stuff yourself in your jacket, and she does the same.
Once you're both comfortably in your coats, Emily juts her hand out for you to take. Without hesitation you grab ahold of it again.
The apartment isn't far from the bar, so you decide to brave the cold and stroll your way back.
You tuck yourself as far into her side as you can go, using your free hand to snuggle her arm your holding as close to your body as possible.
She chuckles at your need to use her warmth.
The alcohol running through your veins makes you sensitive to the cold, it also means that you and Emily aren't as steady on your feet as you should be.
You stumble a bit, and you're thankful for your concrete hold on Emily as she manages to steady you. You both giggle uncontrollably at the state of the both of you.
Before you know it you're stumbling up the stairs of Emily's apartment building. She's fumbling with the keys trying open the door.
You latch onto her waist from behind and it's your turn to pepper kisses on her neck. You suck a little to leave little red spots on her neck, she swats at you once she realises what you're doing, but it doesn't stop you.
She finally gets the door open and pulls you in behind her.
You're a giggling mess upon seeing the red spots littering her neck.
She slams the door closed and pushes you against it. Your hands instinctively reach for her body, but Emily grabs them and pins them above your head.
"You think that's funny?" She asks. She's so dominant and so authoritative that the act of that alone has you moaning.
All you can do is nod. A shiver runs down you spine, from the cold or from the authority, you'll never know. But one thing is your feet are freezing. Emily puts a hand on top of yours and realise those are freezing too.
"Jesus, you're freezing."
She releases your hands and suggests, "let's move this to the shower, get you warmed up."
Once again, she's grabbing your hand and pulling you to another destination. You wouldn't describe yourself as submissive, but for Emily, you're as obedient as a trained dog.
She turns on the shower to warm up the minute you step foot into the bathroom.
You managed to shed your coat before she waltzes over and brings you into a kiss.
The need and the alcohol means it's sloppy and in no way romantic, but it still feels like home.
She holds your face in her hands and they're freezing cold.
"God, Emily, your hands are freezing."
"We can fix that."
She steps back and sheds her own coat and clothes until she's standing bare before you.
You make no moves to get out of your own clothes, too mesmerised with her body. The curves and scars. All of it.
Emily takes a step forward and reaches round to unzip your dress. She guides it down your arms and let it fall to the ground while you step out of your heels. She unclasps your bra and gets rid of that too. She pulls you into her by the waist and brings you in for a kiss, the running water forgotten.
You reach up to wrap your arms around her neck, meshing your naked chests together.
She wedges a leg in between your thighs and pulls your hips down onto it. She flexes her thigh muscle and you subconsciously grind down onto it.
Between the stimulation and the kissing you're struggling to catch your breath. She hooks a finger into your panties, letting them drop to the floor.
She pauses the kissing, tapping your hips and mumbling an "up." You take the hint, and the faith that Emily will catch you, and jump to wrap your legs around her waist. She catches you with ease, moving her hands to your ass to support your weight.
She's focussed on carrying you into the shower, so her attacks have stopped, so you take the opportunity to plant kisses behind her ear and wherever you can reach.
She surprisingly gets you both into the shower with ease. She places you on your feet and walks you back into the wall.
This is the one thing you love about this apartment: the big shower.
The titles were cool on your back until your body adjusted to the temperature. She started trailing kisses down your body, along your neck, down your collarbone, on your breasts, rib cage, hips, until she was kneeling in between your legs.
The water was gushing all over her, dripping. She was soaking wet. The sight of that, and her knelt between your legs was enough to have your pussy soaked.
She latched on, sucking and licking and my god does Emily Prentiss work wonders with her mouth. She guides one of your legs over her shoulder to get a better angle.
The moans coming from your mouth were ungodly. She had to hold your hips against the wall to stop you from moving too much. You had one hand on the wall to steady yourself, and the other only Emily's head.
"My god, Emily, don't stop, don't stop."
She can tell you're mere seconds away from your release so she pulls away and smiles saying, "cum for me baby."
Your hips and whole body shudder as you release on Emily's face. She laps up every last drop. It's the hottest thing you've ever seen and that sight alone almost makes you cum again.
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Monday morning comes around and you stroll into the BAU more tired than you should be after finally getting a weekend off.
Emily's sitting at her desk when you walk in. She sees the slight stiffness in your steps and smirks knowing she's the cause of that.
You make a beeline for the coffee pot and pour yourself a cup. You add the sugar and creamer but before you can even bring the mug to your lips you're being bombarded by Morgan.
"So you and Prentiss?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," you say, turning to lean on the counter. This has Emily in your eyesight. The smirk is still plastered on her face, knowing exactly what's happening to you right now. Smug bitch.
You bring your mug to your lips and take a sip of coffee.
"We all saw her dragging you out of the bar Friday night."
"Did she?" You smirk taking another sip.
"You're evading questions."
"Am I?"
Having Morgan on is so easy, and so fun.
"You are. So what's the deal?"
"Morgan, why do you need to know everything. I don't have to tell the team everything that goes on in my private life."
"So you just admitted it."
"I did not!" You moan all defensive.
"You did! You just admitted there was a connection between Prentiss and your private life!" He grins and does a little victory dance.
You groan into your coffee mug.
"Maybe there is, maybe there isn't."
"I'll just ask Prentiss," he says all triumphantly.
"Go on then."
He pauses. Knowing there's an even less chance of him getting anything out of Emily, he keeps putting his efforts into you. Although little does he know you won't spill either.
He settles at the table while you continue to sip your coffee.
He tries another tactic, "do anything much over the weekend?"
"No. Took time to myself, enjoyed the quiet."
"You don't look well rested to me," he smirks, grabbing the newspaper.
"Never said I rested."
You see Emily make her way over to you. She makes a beeline for the coffee pot which makes you shuffle to the side a bit to let her get to it.
"Hey guys," she says, grabbing a mug and pouring herself a cup.
"Ears burning, Prentiss?"
"The only thing burning is my desire to have a cup of coffee."
The response makes you laugh into your cup.
"Why, had a busy weekend, too?" Derek asks, raising his eyebrows, thinking he's being clever.
"Yes, I did, in case you were wondering," she says, stirring milk and splenda into her coffee.
"I was actually," he says.
Before he could press any further JJ and Spencer join in on the circle.
"Has the grilling already started?" JJ asks, taking a seat next to Morgan.
"Yep," you mumble.
"So what did you do with your weekend Emily?" Morgan asks.
You see the smirk on Emily's face before she turns to face the team.
"Not what, who."
You choke on your coffee and cough a little before recovering yourself. The sly grin on Emily's face makes you laugh.
JJ, Spencer, and Morgan are all looking on with disbelief.
Their suspicion is pretty much confirmed at this point, but they want one of you to say it.
"And who might that be?" JJ presses, leaning her head on her hands.
"My wife," she blurts out.
The looks on their faces are absolutely priceless. It makes the waiting and the sneaking around worth it.
"You're married!" Spencer cries out.
"Yup," she says and walks away. All attention is directed to you. That bitch.
"Married?" Derek asks.
"5 years on Friday," you confirm, smirking.
Spencer does some calculations in his head. "But you haven't been at the BAU that long."
"There's a lot of things you don't know about me, Doctor Reid," you say, walking over to join your wife