Just living through these thoughts

the case had been horrible, and you didn’t even know where to start. it had been horrific, flaring up memories you had deliberately forgotten, and did you already mention triggering? during times like these, flashbacks of just the sheer iniquity and immorality of the perpetrator curdle the blood running in your veins. to share the same genetic structure as something that rots the very idea of humanity, that becomes a writhing thing filled with vice, a vengeful devil or sin given shape? 

to make matters worse, you hadn’t even caught the guy. you were going home whether you liked it or not. decidedly not because the unsub was still out there. you were here. stuck in this stupidly small hotel room whose walls felt increasingly like they were closing in on you. heightening your sense of claustrophobia. 

your jaw ached, you’d been clenching it so long you hadn’t noticed. the bathroom was quiet, time having lost its concept. how long had you been staring into the hollow figure in the mirror? with a litany of scars mapped across, disfiguring your skin. some self inflicted. 

you were on the verge of a panic attack. it was obvious now. you had been, the entire day. maybe that was why you were so stupid to leave the door unlocked. 

and that was how emily prentiss, your boss, who you were sharing a room with caught you in the bathroom. naked in front of the shower, quickly raising the towel trying to hide your body, the scars on your skin, and just everything. 

this definitely wasn’t helping your panic either. 

fuck. 

the panic begins to wrap its arms around you like a shadow. every thought dissolving before it could form, nothing holding still long enough to be coherent. the kind of drowning where you forget how to breathe. cold creeping up on you as little shivers wrack your body, clutching onto the towel haphazardly wrapped around you like a lifeline. 

a beat passed.

“h-hi em?”

you could hear your own heart pounding in your ears. emily's voice softens, her eyes glancing away for a second, respecting your space, not pushing. she kept her tone steady but gentle.

"hey... it's okay. i'm just grabbing my toothbrush." she nods toward the door like she might leave if you wanted her to. "cold in here, huh? you need anything?"

surprisingly, there were no demands. no lingering on the scars or the towel clutched too tight. she’s behaving… well surprisingly regular, the sense of normalcy slowly grounding you back to earth if not for what looks like a foolish situation. embarrassing too, what would she think of your naked body? 

“n-no, could you please knock next time?”

"of course. sorry." it's a sincere apology, not defensive in any way, just an acknowledgement of your request. with that, she grabbed her toothbrush, gave you a respectful nod, and started to head out. 

again, you notice that even her eyes never linger. they meet yours, and then look away, giving you space. a small gesture that says a lot.

what does she think of you now? is she disgusted by how your near naked anatomy looks. or, would she ever like it? the thought creeps in silently, an imposter to the self consciousness burning brightly. embarrassingly red, like poppies in the springtime. 

you’re conscious as emily pauses at the doorway, her grip tightening slightly on the doorknob. she doesn’t turn back, still giving you space, but her voice is firm.  

"hey." 

there’s a beat of silence. 

"you're not getting out of this case that easy. i need you sharp tomorrow."  

there’s no pity in it, just a demand from your superior. but there's something underneath too, an unspoken "i'm not letting go until i know you're okay."

it’s nice to know she cares. congratulations, you’re not a failure with no one to love you after all. you give her an easy grin, the smile not reaching your eyes. 

“yeah, i’m never escaping your evil clutches prentiss.” bau for life, apparently. you either work long enough to retire or die in action. maybe you should’ve gone for an easier department. 

an unexpected laugh slips through her professional exterior and the corner of her mouth twitches.

"damn right, you're not. and you're stuck with me." she glances back one more time, this time with the hint of a smirk before fully disappearing, shutting the door behind her.

you flush slightly, was it wrong to think of how absurdly hot she just was?

you don’t get in the shower for another few minutes. you aren’t sure why. it felt a little different now, though you couldn't name why. maybe all you needed to get out of the cycle of self loathing was a dose of emily prentiss. a familiar cure-all.

eventually, you stepped in, letting the warm water trickle around you. comfort seeping into your bones, the exhaustion of the day- all the stress and panic drifting away at the shore. 

/

meanwhile, emily continues with her nighttime routine, changing into her sleepwear, the whole time trying to push away her concern for you. she knows you need your space, and she's been here long enough to know pushing before you're ready is... counterproductive.  

she settles cross-legged on the bed, reading through some case files but her mind isn't there, not completely. her gaze drifts to the closed bathroom door now and then.

you finish showering and emerge in pyjamas, a long sleeve top and pants. she knows now, why you always wear long sleeves even in the sweltering heat of summer. to cover up the scars. 

emily looks up as you exit, her gaze flickering over you, noting the choice of long sleeves but there’s no judgement, just observation. her fingers skim idly over the pages of her case file, the words blending together.

her voice, when she speaks, is gentle, but not coddling. she knows you're not one for pity. never one for pity. 

"feeling better?"

“yeah.”

emily nods at that, the worry still etched in her eyes but hidden well underneath her professional facade.  

"good." she sets the file aside, leaning back on the bed, arms crossed. there's a pause, a moment where she seems torn, like she's debating saying something else. you know the look, that calculated silence where she's weighing her words.

you finish drying your hair and get onto your side of the bed. emily watches as you settle into your side of the bed, her gaze flickering over you again for a moment. it's subtle, but she's studying your movements, your expression, checking in without making it obvious, like she always does. it's her way of caring, her way of being protective without overstepping.

she picks up the case file again, skimming over the pages, even though her attention isn't really there. a few moments of silence pass before she speaks again, voice low.  

"you know, if you need to talk…”

“emily. i'm fine” you gave her a short and curt response. 

emily glances up, eyes locking with yours, her expression a mixture of disbelief and a hint of frustration behind it.  

"bullshit," she mutters, the curse more a sigh than an actual expletive. "you're not fine. don't feed me that crap."  

she sets the file aside, focusing all her attention on you, leaning forward, the concern in her eyes unmistakable.  

"i know how you are. i know your body language. hell, i know you."

guess who decided to play profiler after hours? apparently your favourite boss. 

“just stressed about the case that's all.”

emily studies your facade, the slight tightening of her jaw the only indication of her internal debate. she's clearly torn between respect for your boundaries and her instinct to push until you drop the act. the latter wins in the end. she sighs, moving closer, sitting closer to you.  

"you're a bad liar. always have been."  

totally not true. you just happen to be placed in the midst of top profilers who can smell the hint of a lie a mile away. ravenous hounds chasing after meat. she crosses her arms again, a habit when she's thinking, a physical barrier.  

"stressed my ass. something more's going on."

you sigh, “i hate profilers.” 

the irony of you being one. still, it isn’t a pleasant experience being on the receiving end of the interview. 

that gets a huff from emily, somewhere between a laugh and a scoff. she's not surprised by your reaction, she knows you hate being read, being scrutinized. it's the same way she is. 

but right now, she's the profiler, and she's profiling the hell out of you. she shifts closer, not invading your space, but definitely narrowing the gap between you two.  

"tough. i'm too goddamn good at my job to not notice when one of my best agents is struggling."

you looked up at her with a little surprise, no longer avoiding her gaze, “i'm your best?”

emily smirks at that, the corner of her mouth turning up in a half-smile. she raises an eyebrow, a mix of sarcasm and seriousness in her tone.  

"damn right you are."  

she doesn't hesitate, not when her confidence in your skills is unyielding, unshakeable.  

"you've always been a natural. sharp as a goddamn knife and smart enough to give me a run for my money."

emily's smirk fades slightly as she studies your silence. she tilts her head, a flicker of something unreadable in her expression. maybe frustration, maybe concern.  

"hey." her voice is firm but not sharp. "don't do that thing where you shut down on me. if i crossed a line, say it."  

she leans back just enough to give you space but keeps her gaze locked on yours, challenging without being aggressive. the line was crossed ages ago, back when she nearly saw you naked in the bathroom. still you say nothing, do nothing. for this is emily we’re talking about. sweet angel emily, the one who always looks out for you. she could order you to jump and you'd do so in a heartbeat.

you sigh softly and reassure her, “you didn't, you could never emily.”

emily exhales through her nose, part frustration, part something softer. she rubs a hand over her face before dropping it to the mattress between you. she recognises that tone.

"i don't want to be your superior right now." her voice is low, edged with an intensity that isn't quite anger. "not when you're sitting there looking at me like i just kicked your puppy."  

a beat of silence stretches as she searches for the right words, then: "just tell me what's wrong. for real this time."

you look at her with a little surprise. honesty, is such a simple yet precious thing. emily holds your gaze, her expression open and sincere. she's dropped all pretense now, no more boss, no more agent prentiss. it's just her, looking at you with oceans of concern that can't be hidden.  

her hand twitches near yours on the bed but she doesn't quite reach out. letting you decide how close you want her right now.  

"please." the simple word hangs heavily between you, pleading and firm all at once. she wants to help.

you pause, and tease lightly “is that begging i hear?”

emily rolls her eyes almost instinctively at the teasing, but there's no heat behind it. she knows what you're doing. trying to divert, to deflect. she sees right through it.   

"oh please." she scoffs, leaning closer with an eyebrow raised in challenge. "we both know i don't beg."

“i don't either”

unless she really wanted you to. but you were too prideful to ever tell her that.

emily laughs softly at that, the tension in her shoulders loosening somewhat. the sound is warm, almost amused.

"touché."

she shifts her position, drawing one leg up onto the bed, facing you fully now, knees almost brushing against yours.

"stubborn, the both of us." she says in a tone that's almost affectionate.

“cheers.” 

emily's smirk deepens, the ghost of a real smile tugging at her lips. picks up her bottle by the bed.

"to stubbornness." her voice is dry as she raises the water bottle higher in salute. "may it never stop keeping us alive."  

a beat passes before she adds, quieter: "...or get you killed first."

it's a joke, obviously, but the undercurrent of concern is there. she knows you too well not to worry. her gaze flicks over your face once more before her expression softens again.  

"speaking of..." she hesitates, weighing her words like she does when she's treading on thin ice.

you don’t like where this is going. 

“no thank you?” trying to cut the conversation short.

emily rolls her eyes again, but this time they're fond, almost affectionate. her hand finding yours under the covers and giving it a brief squeeze. her touch lingers just for a moment, the warmth of it seeping into your skin before she slowly pulls back. you can still feel the phantom of the touch, the loss of her warmth nearly affecting you.

"happy now?"

“i- what was that for?”

emily's gaze narrows slightly, just for a second, as if she's debating whether to pull away or double down. she settles on the latter.  

"for this," she mutters, her voice rough but not angry. her thumb brushes over your knuckles in an unconscious gesture of reassurance. "because you keep pretending you're fine when i can see right through it."  

a pause, and then quieter: "...and because i don't like seeing you hurt."

you hum. 

emily doesn't miss the noncommittal sound you make, the slight twitch of your fingers under hers. it's another sign, a hint that you're not as okay as you'd like to pretend to be.  

"don't hm me," she says gruffly, shaking her head. "you're not doing a very good job convincing me that you're fine."  

her grip tightens almost involuntarily around your hand again.

“what should i do then?”

how could you lie to her better? how can she teach you what to do, what to say, to finally ease her worries and concerns?

emily exhales through her nose, a mix of frustration and something softer. she shifts closer, deliberate, not intrusive.  

"tell me the truth." her voice is low, steady. "not your case file version. not the 'fine' you keep throwing at me like a shield."  

her thumb traces idle circles over your knuckles, grounding without demanding. "you don't have to fix it tonight. just say it out loud so i know where to start."

“i-”

emily reads your hesitation like a book. she gives your hand another squeeze, encouraging nonverbal support.  her thumb continues its idle rhythm, the motion almost soothing. she doesn't push, doesn't force. just gives you the space to gather your thoughts while letting you know she's there.  

"i'm listening," she offers gently. "take your time."

you get lost in her eyes for a moment. the rich chocolatey ocean tempting you into getting lost. she could be a siren and you’d jump straight into her lure. you relent. 

“'s really just the case em. it's stressful. think i was on the verge of a panic attack today then i'm overstimulated in this claustrophobic room sharing a bed with you and- you saw me naked and- “

as you start to speak, emily listens intently, her grip on your hand tightening just marginally at your words. her expression is focused, taking everything in with the practiced attention of a profiler. she catches the edge of panic in your voice, the slight trembling you're probably trying to hide. it sets off an alarm bell her head and her heart but she pushes that aside for now, letting you finish.  

when you mention the bathroom incident, her brow creases slightly.

it clicks. the picture starts to form in her head. the case, the stress, the panic attack, the overstimulation...  

her eyes flicker over your face, not pitying, but understanding. she may not know the details, but she knows the feeling. her hand tightens around yours again, steadying. 

"hey, hey. breathe." her voice, though quiet, is firmer than before.  

she shifts even closer, until there's hardly any gap between you on the bed. "focus on me."

you try to breathe and look away from her in a slight panic “c-close.”

emily notices the way you avoid her gaze, the way you look away. she knows avoidance intimately. it's a familiar pattern.  

at your words, she moves even closer, until her knee brushes yours under the covers. her body is angled towards you, a solid presence in the space between. her hand remains holding yours, grounding without overwhelming.  

"close your eyes." her voice is steady, quiet but commanding.

you panic. she’s not making it better. in fact, “em-”

emily feels the tension in your body, sees the panic flashing across your face. her grip on you tightens not to restrain, but to anchor.  

"breathe," she orders again, her voice low and firm. "just breathe with me."  

she exaggerates her own inhale through her nose, deep and slow, then exhales through pursed lips. reminds you of a yoga instructor guiding your breathing. her free hand lifts slightly toward you as if considering touching a shoulder or arm for grounding but hesitates at the last second.

you take a deep breath, mimicking the one she showed you.

emily watches the rise and fall of your chest, a silent marker of your breathing. it's steadier now, not perfect, but better than moments before.  

she matches your pace, slowing her breathing to match your inhalations and exhalations. her hand on yours, still holding, is warm. a counterpoint to the cold, sterile hotel room.  

"there you go." her voice is still low, quiet encouragement. "just like that. keep breathing."

“i- emily..”

no. she doesn’t get it. that’s not what you wanted. why is she always so kind to you? her proximity is only going to make things worse-

emily feels the hitch in your breath, sees the way you tense. her grip on your hand loosens slightly- not retreating, but adjusting to give you space while still keeping contact.  

"hey." her voice drops lower now, calm but with intent. "i'm right here. not going anywhere."  

she shifts her weight forward just enough to nudge her knee against yours under the covers, a small pressure point of grounding without overwhelming touch. you sigh in surrender. 

“that's kinda the problem. i'm still mortified you saw me naked by the way and-”

emily doesn’t flinch. instead, she leans in slightly- deliberate and unapologetic.  

"good." her voice is rough but not cruel. "you should be. i saw the scars."  

a pause as her eyes lock onto yours, there’s no pity, just stark honesty. "the ones you keep hiding under sleeves and layers like they're something to be ashamed of."

“y-you're a little too close”

there it is again- the denial and avoidance.  

this time, she doesn't move back and holds her ground. her knee is still touching yours under the covers, becoming a steady point of contact that grounds you in the present.  

"i've been closer." she says this with a hint of that familiar smirk but her eyes don't leave yours. "we've shared a bed before."

“you-”

emily feels the hitch in your breath, sees the way you stiffen. she doesn't back off, doesn't retreat.  

"you what?" her voice is quiet but unyielding, her gaze steady on yours. "finish that sentence."  

she shifts closer again. not enough to crowd you, but just enough to make it clear she's not letting this go either. her fingers flex around yours under the covers.

“you’re not helping.”

you blurt out quickly

“me get over a tiny crush on you” 

that came out wrong. like a word vomit. and you certainly had no plans to ever voice that out to her, or anyone for the matter. but it’s too late. 

the confession hangs in the air. time seems to slow down as emily processes what you just said. she goes still, her hand gripping yours beneath the covers not quite frozen, but taken off guard.  

her eyes are unreadable for a moment. she doesn't speak, taking a second to gather her own thoughts. finally, she exhales and her expression softens almost imperceptibly.  

"of all the times you could've told me, you chose now…?" she asks, not angry, just a mixture of disbelief and... something else.

“you were- you are overwhelming me”

not the fact that you couldn’t keep your infatuation hidden anymore. building up like waves crashing over your grave. emily blinks. the bluntness of your words takes her off guard for a moment, but she recovers quickly. her hand on yours squeezes gently, a small gesture of understanding.   

"right." she exhales again, the breath almost like a chuckle, though it lacks humor. she studies you, eyes roaming over your face like the profiler she is.  

"well. that explains… a lot, actually."

what?

emily's gaze doesn't waver. she tilts her head slightly, a small smirk tugging at her lips.  

"the way you act around me. the way you're trying so damn hard to get away right now... you're not just uncomfortable because i saw you naked."  

there’s a pause as her eyes take in your expression, the slight shift in your breathing while she connects the dots.  

"it's because you have a crush on me."

“i- give me some space please em?”

it’s overwhelming. you can’t do this. how could someone so cowardly every confess their feelings to their crush, their boss, no less? and now that she’s aware, what would she think of you?

emily hesitates, her grip on your hand tightening reflexively for a second. she's torn for a moment, a war going on in her mind between respect for your request and her own desire to keep the contact but she knows better than to force that on you right now.  

"yeah. okay."  

she lets go of your hand reluctantly and shifts back, putting a few more inches between you on the bed. emily sees the way you eye her warily, knows you're watching her movements like a scared animal. it's a familiar sight. you're trying to put up walls again, trying to hide.  

she settles herself against the headboard, not crossing her arms but instead keeping an open and unthreatening body language. for a moment, she just watches you, eyes taking in your expression, your body language, every detail.  

"i'm not gonna bite you, you know." she deadpans.

you bite back “we’re sharing a bed.”

a hint of that familiar smirk tugs at the corner of her mouth, but her eyes remain focused on you. 

"yeah, we are." she says this almost casually, like she's commenting on the weather, not on the fact that you're both lying barely a foot apart in the same bed.  

another pause as she considers her next words. "is that bothering you?"

“i- guess it's not helping my situation?”

emily snorts quietly at that, her smirk deepening a fraction. she can imagine your internal struggle, trying to deal with a crush on your boss while also trying to avoid an anxious spiral, all while lying inches apart in a bed that's too small.  

"fair." she remarks dryly, folding her legs, one knee slightly bent. her eyes skim over you briefly, taking in the tension in your shoulders, the slight tremble in your hands.

"you're shivering." it's a simple fact, said so matter-of-fact that it has no emotional charge to it. she doesn't reach out to touch you, but the concern is there in her eyes, beneath the exterior of a professional.  

she hesitates for a brief second, then: "come here."

“no.”

emily's mouth quirks slightly at your immediate refusal. she should've expected that. you're too stubborn for your own good. she rolls her eyes, almost fondly.  

"come on, just get over here." her voice is a little sharper now, more commanding without being harsh. "you're cold and shaking. there's a simple solution to that." 

it’s almost pathetic how weak you are to her commands, a dog on her leash.

you say uncertainly, “to turn up the thermostat?” 

that is solving the situation at its roots and is clearly the optimal solution. but emily somehow huffs a laugh under her breath. you're being difficult on purpose, she knows that.  

"or you could just let me warm you up." she replies, dryly. "it's an easier solution."

“you-you” stutter. you’re flustered, and well aware you’re not even hiding it anymore. how can she be so bold with the words she utter? does she not know she’s sending you into an existential crisis?

emily lets out another sigh, the sound almost fond in a way. you're just like a stubborn dog sometimes, cute, but also maddening. she keeps her expression steady, not quite amused but not entirely cold, just somewhere in-between.  

"just scoot a little closer. i'm warmer than the thermostat." she pats the space beside her, the offer open. her voice is low, almost coaxing. "come. here."

you shift just the tiniest bit closer. you have always been weak to persuasion.

emily lets out a quiet, amused breath. she's not surprised you only moved an inch. you're still resisting, but at least you're not full-on bolting anymore.  

"there we go," she murmurs approvingly as her arm shifts slightly to leave room for you between the sheets. "not so hard, is it?"  

you nearly preen at the praise.

her body heat seeps into the space around her as she waits, not pushing further unless you do first.

you begin slowly “i'm not asking you to reply, gods, but um, what are your thoughts on the situation?”

emily tilts her head, considering your carefully-worded request. so you wanted her thoughts on this rather absurd situation, huh? she almost laughs, but manages to keep a straight face.  

"my thoughts, huh?" she echoes, her lips twitching with the effort it takes to hold back a smirk. the urge to tease you is strong, powerful, but she pushes it down.  

she takes a moment to choose her words. she knows you want honesty, and she's always prided herself on being truthful even if it hurts.

"well, first and foremost, i'm thinking you're being an idiot." she says it bluntly, not bothering to sugarcoat it. she's not great at sugarcoating anyway.  

"you have this whole crush thing going on, and instead of telling me, you bury yourself in panic mode." she pauses, then "and you're shivering. like, you're shaking like a leaf. you know what that does to my protective instinct, right?"

you feel a curl of defensiveness rising “i-”

emily studies you for a long moment, her expression unreadable. then she lets out a slow breath, almost exasperated.  

"you're impossible." the words are gruff but not unkind. her fingers flex against the sheets between you, like she's resisting the urge to reach out again.  

she leans in just slightly, not enough to invade your space further, but enough that you can't miss it. "but if i say 'no' right now... will that actually make this easier for either of us?"

“y-yes?”

emily's eyes narrow slightly at your response. she can't tell if you're just being stubborn or genuinely afraid. knowing you, probably a little bit of both.  

"i can tell you're lying." she counters, not accusing but not backing down either. "don't bullshit me, okay? we both know you'll keep up this stubborn denial for as long as you can. hell, you'll probably still try to run after i've told you this. but let's be clear about one thing."

emily exhales through her nose. part frustration, part something softer. she studies your face for a long moment before finally muttering, 

"fuck it."  

without warning, she closes the distance between you two and presses her forehead against yours. it's not quite a kiss, but close enough to make your breath hitch.  

"there," she murmurs, "now we're both screwed."

you’re as red as a cherry, blood rushing through your cheeks. “you're supposed to say no or help me get over you, n-not-”

emily almost grins. you're adorable when you're stunned into silence, your brain going into overdrive just trying to process what's happening. it's kind of amusing. but right now, she's focused, intent.  

"help you get over me?" she repeats, her breath brushing warm across your face. she's so close you can almost taste her, the familiar hint of coffee she drinks like it's water.  

"what if i don't want to help you get over me?"

“em-”

emily ignores your half-strangled protest. she's not going to back off now. instead, her free hand shifts to rest against the side of your face. the touch surprisingly gentle, her thumb tracing lightly over your skin as if trying to memorize your features.  

her eyes lock onto yours, intense, unflinching. her voice drops, low and smooth in that velvet tone you adore. it's almost a whisper, yet the sound reverberates between you like a gunshot.  

"what if i want the opposite?"

you looks at her wide eyed, 

“oh.”

emily's smirk deepens as she studies your wide-eyed expression. the air between you crackles with something unspoken- tense and electric.  

"yeah. oh." she echoes, her voice rough at the edges. "that’s usually the reaction i get when i do this."  

her thumb brushes over your lower lip just once, testing, before she pulls back slightly to watch how you unravel in real time.

“you're my boss-”

emily almost laughs, but she restrains herself just in time. the irony of your words isn't lost on her, she's your boss, you're scared, and you're sharing a bed. it's a recipe for disaster. and yet...  

"i know." she says, her eyes not leaving yours. "that's exactly why you're trying so damn hard not to react, right? because i'm your boss."

emily feels the way you tense, sees the unspoken what now? in your frozen posture. she exhales through her nose, amused but not cruel.  

"breathe," she reminds you, voice rough with something that isn't quite pity. "unless you want me to kiss that panic right out of your system?"  

her thumb drags over your jaw again and there’s just a hint of pressure this time. a test.

“i-”

never in your wildest dreams would you even believe this was happening. emily prentiss, threatening to kiss you? yes please. 

emily sees the panicked flash in your eyes, the way your mind struggles to catch up with the current situation. she almost takes pity on you, you look like a deer in headlights, frozen and wide-eyed.  

"hey." she says your name, not sharp but firm. her hand moves to gently cup your jaw, keeping your gaze locked on hers. "just breathe. nothing's going to happen you don't want to happen."

you let out a breath, “okay.”

emily relaxes fractionally as you exhale, a shaky, ragged sound. you're still trying to process it, but at least you're not completely on the verge of hyperventilating.  

"there." she comments approvingly, her fingers gently stroking over your jawline in a soothing gesture. "now you can form actual words. good girl."

her thumb brushes over your bottom lip again, not quite demanding yet, but close. "got anything else for me?"

“h-hi. you like me too?” you squeak out shyly.  

that finally gets a quiet laugh from emily. the sound is both amused and fond, as if she's finally getting through to you.  

"took you long enough." she mutters, almost teasing. her thumb still traces idle circles over your jaw, a soothing rhythm as she tilts her head to study your expression.  

"but yes, i like you," she confirms, her voice low. "and that's a bit of a problem."

you nod in agreement, and it feels almost like an observer to this absurd play. 

emily's eyes flick over your face, taking in your expression. you still look a little overwhelmed, but the panic's been replaced by something else. vulnerability, maybe. she sighs quietly, her thumb still tracing a slow path over your jaw in a silent assurance.  

"it's a problem, because we're not supposed to be doing this," she comments, the edge of irritation clear in her voice. "you're my subordinate. and we work together. and we're currently in a hotel in the middle of god-knows-where in georgia, sharing a bed."

you nod “mhm.” a little too far gone and taken with her to fully process what she’s saying.

emily huffs a breath through her nose, the sound almost amused. you're still processing, she can see it in the way your eyes dart over her face like you're searching for confirmation.  

"you don't have to look so shell-shocked," she mutters, though there's no real bite to it. "we've shared worse moments than this."  

her hand shifts from your jaw to briefly ruffle your hair, a fleeting gesture of affection before she pulls back slightly.

“we have?”

emily pauses, her smirk fading slightly as she processes your reaction. she studies you for a moment, reading the surprise, maybe even disbelief in your expression.  

"yeah." her voice is firm now. "like that time in chicago when i had to drag you out of a collapsing building. or when we got shot at during surveillance and i pulled you behind cover."  

she leans closer again, not threateningly but pointedly. "we've risked our lives for each other before today. this isn't new territory for us."

“it's different. we're a team, we all risk our lives for each other.” 

emily snorts quietly, a sound halfway between frustration and humor. you're not wrong, but her point still stands.  

"i get that. hell, i'm the one preaching teamwork." she gives you a pointed look, a hint of a grin tugging at her lips. "but we both know there's a difference between risking your life for a teammate and what's happening right now."

you’ve had enough of this, feeling like the cpu of your brain has overheated and gone beyond overdrive. devoid of shame or embarrassment, you burrow yourself into her in an attempt to escape from this conversation. and not at all to enjoy her warmth or the feel of her against- 

emily goes still at the unexpected movement, eyes widening for a moment before she slowly relaxes. she can't stop the way a huff of breath escapes her, something between a sigh and a laugh. it seems like she's finally gotten through to you.  

"jesus. you're so stubborn." despite the complaint, there's a touch of fondness in her voice as she wraps her arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to her. she lets you bury yourself against her without protest.

“good night em”

emily's breath hitches at the sudden contact, her body stiffening for a split second before she melts into it. her arms wrap around you instinctively, pulling you tighter against her as if to make sure you can't escape.  

"christ," she mutters under her breath, half exasperated, half something far warmer. "you're lucky i'm too tired to argue with this."  

her chin drops onto your head lightly. the silence stretches between you two heavy but not uncomfortable anymore. she exhales slowly through her nose and finally settles in. this is something she’ll definitely make you settle in the morning. 

for now, she places her palm on your back, gently splaying her palm across it to rub soothingly up and down before she speaks with an even softer voice. 

“sleep tight.”

It was only when a knock came from the door that Emily stopped, turning on her heel to face the noise and Olivia leaned back with a sigh. Both sets of eyes were locked on you when you stepped through the doorframe, navy pant suit perfectly fitted to your frame, hair swept back into a styled bun. An air of confidence came into the room as you did, barely noticing Olivia had company, or if you did, you didn’t care, whatever you needed was clearly more important.

“You know normally when detectives are so stubbornly annoying about getting a warrant they actually show up to pick them up.” You stated, dropping papers down onto Olivia’s desk.

“We were a little pre-occupied.” She replied, her voice stiff as she gestured to the other woman and out to the bull pen bustling with people.

Your eyes finally slid from the woman behind the desk to the silver haired stunner also in the office and you flashed her an apologetic grin, “sorry. I’m their ADA, Parker.”

“Emily Prentiss.” She stuck out a hand that shot a spark through both of you when you took it, “Unit Chief of the BAU.”

You let out a low whistle, “BAU…” you glanced between the two of them, “the big guns… you two must have your hands full.”

“Only because you decided to walk in the door.” Olivia shot back and you gave her a side eye before perching yourself against her desk.

“So, tell me Agent Prentiss, first time in the city?”

“Won’t be the last, that’s for sure.” The grin on her cheeks spread, corner of her lips curling up almost into a smirk.

“Hope you get some well deserved time off before having to jet home.” Your tongue darted out to wet your lips and Emily felt herself pulse at the sight, “I’d love to show you around.”

“You like playing tour guide?”

A shoulder raised then lowered, the grin spreading on your face, “for the right people.”

Behind you, Olivia rolled her eyes so hard it hurt. You hated galivanting around the city and she was more than well aware of it. If she’d knew you any better, she would have thought you forgot she was in the room, but that was the thing, she knew you all too well and knew what kind of a game you were playing. 

And it was totally working. 

You were chuckling at something Emily said, a coy smile on your face as your gaze dropped to the floor, feigning the shyness so you could drag your eyes up her entire body. Somehow while doing so, you’d managed to lightning fast adjust your shirt, tugging the hem of it just right so the swell of your chest was teasing the other woman. When Emily’s eyes lingered a little too long, pupils darkening as a carnal look took over her features, Olivia couldn’t take it anymore, loudly clearing her throat.

“Counsellor, you have anything else for us, or are you just here to gossip?” 

A puff of air resembling a laugh left your lips, your arms crossing over your chest as you turned over your shoulder to look at her, “and here I was thinking you loved it when I came by.”

“Not when you’re being a brat.” She raised a brow in challenge and you rolled your eyes, hopping off the corner of her desk.

“I guess I’ll be on my way then” You pulled a business card from your bag, flourishing it between your fingers to extend towards Emily, “call me if you get bored.”

With a flash of a glittering smile, you were gone from the office and Emily was left glancing between the piece of cardstock in her hand and Olivia.

“Well… she seems like a shark.” She finally settled on.

“In the courtroom maybe.” Liv glanced up with a knowing smirk and Emily balked. 

“Oh shit. I’m sorry, I didn’t…” she felt the pink creeping its way onto her cheeks, sucking her lower lip into her mouth. 

“What?” 

“You two…” She gestured between Olivia and the direction of the door.

Liv shrugged, “have history. Nothing serious. You’re more than welcome to call her.”

“Oh, I, no, that’s not—”

A laugh burst from Olivia’s lips as she slid her glasses back on, “please. You didn’t need to be some fancy, specially trained profiler to pick up on the tension in the room.”

Emily, still chewing on her lip looked through the glass window into the bullpen, that familiar pulse between her legs when you felt her gaze and looked up from Bruno’s desk, locking eyes with the woman. There was a sparkle in your eye that was incredibly intriguing and definitely had her wanting to know more. 

“Well…” her head tilted, mouth drying when you winked at her before sauntering out of the squad room.

“No harm in having a little fun when you’re away from home.” Olivia suggested.

“I suppose there isn’t.”

“But don’t let the upfront behaviour fool you…” Olivia chuckled darkly, “she’s a pretty little mess of a slut. Doesn’t take much to fuck her dumb.”

Emily felt her stomach drop, a pulsing between her legs growing stronger with each beat of her heart and her mouth went dry. She’d been fiddling with the business card but her hands froze before she pivoted back to face Olivia.

“Oh?”

“Seems like that piqued your interest.”

“It certainly did.” Emily slid the card into her back pocket, “be a shame to leave you high and dry though, it’s been a long stressful week for both of us.”

“Oh…” Olivia leaned back in her chair, a wicked grin forming on her lips, “now there’s an idea. As long as you’re not thinking this is some good cop, bad cop routine. If she has the audacity to come into my office and eye fuck you so boldly, she’s gonna answer for it.”

“You always play this ruthless Captain Benson?”

“When it’s deserved.”

“And let me guess, it always is with her?”

Laughing, Olivia closed her laptop, “our case is solved, but by all means if you need to hurry on back to D.C…”

“You know… I’ve been thinking my team needs a little break… a little fun.”

“Without you?”

“If I leave them my credit card they won’t bother asking any questions.” With a smirk she settled into a chair across from Olivia’s desk, “now tell me… how far can we push her?”

**

The knocking on your apartment door roused you from the agonizing paperwork in front of you and you glanced over your shoulder to the noise. With a soft sigh, you rearranged the confidential information and flipped the file closed as you stood before padding through the room to pull the door open. 

“Liv?” Your brow raised at the two women standing on the opposite side, “what’re you doing here?”

There was a dark look in her eye, a mischievous glint in Emily’s as you stepped back from the doorframe, Olivia pushing past you, letting herself into your apartment while you left the door to swing shut behind Emily. Liv chuckled, already stepping out of her shoes, tossing her blazer over the back of your couch before invading your liquor cabinet.

“What do you think? You were a fucking brat today.”

A shiver ran through your entire body, your shoulders dropping as every muscle seemed to relax, already turning to mush after just one sentence and a look. You glanced between the two of them, picking up your abandoned wine from the coffee table as Emily crossed the space to accept the glass of whiskey Olivia was offering.

“And you brought the fed?” You raised a brow and Liv looked over the rim of her glass at you.

“Well, I thought maybe I should, considering you were so busy eye fucking her in front of me earlier. Thought maybe that was the sneak peek of the show you wanted to put on for me,” she drained her glass, leaving it on a spare table before she crossed the room toward you and you felt yourself already fluttering. She watched your tongue dart out to wet your lips, the almost silent whine that followed making her chuckle, “figured I could let her have her way with you before Daddy does.” 

This time your whimper was audible, Olivia’s hand tangling into your hair, yanking your head back to gain access to your neck. Her teeth scraped over your skin, lips leaving a trail of messy kisses before she husked into your ear.

“What do you think of that? Hmm? Are you gonna play nice for Agent Prentiss and be a good girl?” Her hand gave your hair a harsh tug and you did what she wanted, dropping to your knees in front of her, “or are you gonna be the dirty slut Daddy knows you want to be?”

“I can be good.” You panted, eyes darting between them as Emily approached from the side, glass of liquor still in her hand. 

She laughed darkly, “somehow I doubt that.” Her free hand reached out, stroking the side of your face before pulling back, slapping the apple of your cheek, “colour?”

“Green.” You replied, already aching between your legs.

Emily smirked, “dirty girl.” She took a sip of her drink and Olivia’s hand dropped your hair, shifting around your face so her thumb could trace your lower lip.

“Open.” Oliva instructed, pulling your lips apart and you tilted your head further back, “good girl.”

Emily leant forward, parting her lips and letting the amber liquid trickle from her mouth into yours, watching it drip down your tongue, pooling in the back of your throat. Your tongue twitched, a droplet escaping the corner of your mouth and trailing down onto your neck. Emily was quick to duck down, catching it with her tongue and licking her way back up to your open mouth, her hand slid up your throat, replacing Olivia’s in keeping your lips parted and as soon as her tongue was sucked back into her mouth her jaw shifted then spat onto your waiting tongue. 

“Swallow.” She tapped your chin twice, humming happily as you did as told, tongue sticking back out to prove it. She glanced over to Olivia before looking back down at you, “so obedient so far…maybe she’s just more of a Mommy’s girl.”

You couldn’t help the shiver that travelled up your spine, you pussy clenching around nothing as your thighs rubbed together and both the women took the time to laugh.

“I told you she was a little whore.” Olivia clicked her tongue, “now are you going to stay on your knees for us or should we move to the bedroom.”

“Bedroom.” You nodded a little too fast, a little too eager, your eyes begging as you looked up at them with a pout, “please. Use me.”

Olivia’s hand circled your throat once again, gently tugging you up to your feet before nudging you towards the hall, “well… you better start stripping then princess.”

With an eager nod you darted down the hallway, removing clothes as you went, tossing them in the direction of your closet once in the bedroom. Your body was so alit you couldn’t even risk a glance over your shoulder when you heard the other two talking softly, a chuckle you now could recognize as Emily’s echoing down the hall. The sound made you shiver, a tingle starting between your legs at the husk of her voice. Your thighs squeezed together, the damp spot in your underwear growing right before you peeled them off, leaving you fully bare in the cool room. Footsteps got closer, and not wanting to disappoint, you positioned yourself on your knees on the bed, ready and waiting for the two other women. 

Olivia stepped into the room first, her grin widening at the sight of you, eyes raking over your body as she moved slowly through the room, beginning to unbutton her shirt. 

“What a good girl you are.” She praised, “you must be eager tonight.”

“Sitting so pretty.” Emily purred, her eyes lingering on your bare chest, “shame you aren’t all on display though.” 

“Mmm.” Olivia nodded to her before glancing to you, “lie back and spread your legs, let us see that greedy, dripping cunt of yours.”

Your eyes darted between the two of them, heat crawling its way up your neck as you leant back into the pillows, slowly opening your legs. Your hands smoothed down your body, cupping and pinching at your chest before sliding over your stomach, pressing your thighs further apart, your knees falling open on the bed. 

“Fuck…” 

Emily couldn’t help it, the word slipped from her lips before she realized she’d spoken, her eyes trained on your pussy, glistening in the low light of the room. She hadn’t expected you to be so wet already, so pliant and needy, aching to be touched, to be tasted, stretched and filled like the dirty little slut you were. She was suddenly very happy for sticking around a little longer than needed.

A sense of pride flooded your system at the way she was watching you, a smirk finding its way onto your lips as your cockiness returned. Your hand moved between your legs, fingers swiping over your clit before spreading your pussy lips open, wetness slicking your fingers as you angled your body towards Emily whose eyes darkened at the sight. 

Olivia watched with a smirk of her own, letting her shirt drop to the floor before unbuckling her belt and she beat you to the punch.

“Looks like someone likes what they see.” She teased and Emily was finally able to tear her gaze away from between your legs. 

“Yeah.” Her voice was a husk of a breath as she sucked her lower lip between her teeth, feeling the desire throbbing between her own legs. 

A satisfied hum came from the back of your throat as your fingers rubbed your pussy lips, smearing wetness around, your back slowly arching off the bed, putting on a little show for them. 

“Well…” Olivia lifted a shoulder, a grin on her lips as she slid her pants down her legs, “get comfortable. And have a taste.”

Emily felt like she couldn’t move fast enough, tearing off her shirt and bra, kicking her way out of her pants as she crawled onto the bed. The pulsing between her legs growing stronger when her hands finally met your burning skin, cooling paths as they made their way up your legs. 

Your breath caught in your throat, your body arching into her touch as your eyes began to flutter shut, her fingertips left sparks beneath your skin, ones that sent tingles throughout your entire body. You felt your nipples harden, your clit pulsing as your heart began to race, and she’d barely touched you. Your head lolled to the side, your eyes cracking open just enough to see Olivia watching with a grin on her cheeks. You struggled to form a thought as Emily’s hands traced up your thighs, drawing patterns across your skin and just as you were about to get a sassy remark out, Emily’s tongue swiped through your pussy. 

“Oh god!” Your entire body spasmed, your head thrown back into the pillows at the feeling of her mouth on your most sensitive spot. Your hands shot downward, fingers threading into her silver locks and she happily let you nudge her deeper into the apex of your thighs. 

Emily’s tongue sunk as deep into you as it could, savouring your taste, lapping as much wetness as she could into her mouth, her nose bumping your clit, eliciting a gasp from you. Her mouth moved against your pussy with such ease that you just knew this was one of her favourite pastimes, that she was a woman who absolutely adored the taste of another woman. This was the type of woman who could read you in a millisecond, know just by the way your thigh twitched exactly what it was that made you come undone, the type of woman who was going to make you come faster than anyone else ever had. 

It was like your body was on high alert, ultra-sensitive, as if you hadn’t been touched in years, pent up frustration, yearning and need all bursting at the seams. As if the two of them had been riling you up throughout the entire day with dirty words and naughty images playing through your mind. You weren’t quite sure what had come over you, but you weren’t about to complain. 

Certainly not when Emily let out a low groan into your cunt, the noise vibrating through you, pulling shudder after shudder from you, your nails digging into her scalp. Her mouth shifted up, the tip of her tongue flicking your clit and you cried out, back bowing as your head and shoulders lifted off the bed, hips dipping deeper. 

“Fuck…” You gasped out, eyes cracking open just enough to catch Emily smirking up at you from between your legs. The gleam in her eye was so seductive you barely even felt Olivia take advantage of your altered position, sliding onto the bed behind you. 

It was only when her hands yanked you back toward her that you realized you were slotted between her legs, her breath hot on the back of your neck as you settled back against her. 

“That’s it pretty girl.” Liv cooed, her hands ghosting around your sides, fingers moving to pinch at your nipples, pulling a whine from you. “That feel good?” Another pinch, “You like what mommy’s mouth feels like?”

Emily’s lips wrapped around your swollen clit, sucking it into her mouth and your head fell back onto Olivia’s shoulder as you let out a moan. Your hips jumped up off the bed, eager for more, you were certain you were so incredibly close it would only take another flick of her tongue to have you seeing stars.

“Answer me.” Olivia’s hand suddenly came down over your chest, spanking at one side and then the other, her lips brushing at the side of your neck, “or are you being a fucking brat?”

“No daddy.” You groaned, body trembling again as Emily continued her movements, “f—eels, so good!”

A second later and the damn was breaking when Emily’s teeth ever so gently nipped at your clit in the same moment that Olivia began rolling your nipples between her thumbs and forefingers. 

“Fuck!”

Your body arched off Olivia’s, thighs shaking as your orgasm burst through you, one hand clenching around Olivia’s wrist while the other tugged at Emily’s hair. You could feel your wetness smearing down Emily’s chin as your pussy pulsed around nothing, begging to be filled despite the pleasure soaring through you. 

“Oh my god…oh my god…” You shivered, your eyes fluttering open in time to see Olivia grinning down at you, a darkness in her eyes before her gaze flicked down to Emily who reluctantly pulled her mouth off you. 

“Such a sweet girl.” Emily purred, nipping at your inner thigh, “with such a greedy little pussy.” Her eyes trained between your legs, a smirk pulling up her lips as she watched you pulse. 

“She came so quick I think maybe she needs another one.” Olivia suggested, kissing at the side of your neck, earning a soft sigh from you. 

“What do you say, princess?” Emily asked, tongue laving over the bite mark she’d left on your thigh, “you want another one?”

You sucked in a breath, barely able to get out a nod much less real words right now, your lips parting to try and form something but only a gasp came out when Emily’s hand spanked your cunt. 

“Answer me.” Her voice hardened, spanking you once again, this time harder than the last. 

“Oh fuck,” your hips jolted off the bed, juices dribbling out of your pussy and Emily chuckled, the desire burning deeper in her at the sight. 

Olivia’s hand closed around your throat, fingers squeezing to get your attention, “don’t be fucking naughty now you little slut. Answer her.”

“Y—ye—s.” Through half open eyes you looked down at Emily, “please Mommy. Make me come.”

“Mmm.” Emily’s hand pressed against your pussy, giving just enough pressure to tantalize you, to bring the heat prickling back under your skin, “good girl.”

“Hit her again.” Liv suggested, and the other woman smirked before spanking your clit.

“Oh god!” Your hips jolted up off the bed, wetness pooling between your legs.

“God that’s fucking hot.” Emily mused, tapping her fingers against the pulsing nub, “just a little bit” rough tap, “more” tap, “wet,” tap, “with every touch.” Spank. She looked up to Olivia, “I take it she can squirt?”

Olivia laughed and there was almost a hint of darkness to it as her fingers squeezed at your neck, “she can make quite the fucking mess. Can’t you sweetheart?”

“Mmhmm.” You nodded eagerly.

“Messy little whore she is.” Liv pressed a kiss to your lips, her tongue plunging into your mouth and you couldn’t help but surge upwards, eager for more, to be lost to the two women currently in your bed. 

You groaned into the kiss when Emily’s tongue swept through you again and Liv was quick to pick up on it, her free hand returning to your chest. Squeezing and groping at your body, pinching your nipples as hard as she could one at a time before letting them release in the cool air. You whined against her lips, trembling as Emily’s mouth wrapped around your clit once more. Though this time you felt her fingers pressing against you, ever so slowly inching into your drenched cunt until they were buried inside you.

Head falling back you let out a groan, “fuu-ck.”

“Yeah?” Olivia asked, “you like your pretty pussy being stretched out?”

“Yes Daddy.” 

Emily’s lips curved up against your skin at your response and she began slowly moving her fingers in and out of you, relishing in the way your breath would hitch, the little twitches of your lower stomach, the sudden jump of a thigh muscle as she brushed back and forth inside you.

Your teeth sunk into your lower lip in a feeble attempt to hold back whatever noises were trying to come from the back of your throat. Your entire body was glistening with sweat, tingles and jolts spreading further and further until you could feel them under every inch of your skin. Emily’s mouth was like fucking heaven, her tongue swiping patterns over your clit while her fingers began to curl. It only took her a few passes to find the sweet spot on your inner walls, a high pitched whine coming from you when she did. 

She laughed softly, her mouth lifting off you as her hand continued its movement, “there it is.” She teased, finger tips pressing into the spot again, watching the way you scrunched your nose up, your pussy clenching around her fingers. “You gonna come again for Mommy?” She fucked into you harder, swirling her fingers around, her knuckles brushing the spot on the way out, “squirt for me? Make a mess of yourself like the dirty girl you are?”

“More!” You cried out, “please!”

Her free hand spanked down on your throbbing clit, “please, what?”

“Please, Mommy.” You whimpered, “p-please! Need your mouth.” Your hand reached downward and she turned her face, sucking two of your fingers into her mouth at the same pace her fingers moved inside your cunt. “Fuck...” Your head dropped back onto Olivia’s shoulder, letting your eyes shut, your pussy throbbing.

Satisfied, Emily let your fingers go with a lewd pop, unsurprised when your hand instantly tangled into her hair again as she moved her mouth back to your body. She felt the way you jumped at the contact, how tightly you were squeezing around her, how with every push of her fingers the noises from your pussy got wetter and louder. 

It was downright filthy and she absolutely loved it. 

“Such a fucking dirty girl.” Olivia husked into your ear, teeth nibbling at your earlobe, “are you gonna come, little slut?” Her mouth latched onto your neck, “pussy’s so nice and loud for us, you must be close now.”

She sucked on your neck, teeth sinking in right as she squeezed your chest again and that was all it took, a strangled moan built its way from the back of your throat, echoing out into the room as your orgasm burst through you. Juices spilling out of your cunt, dripping down Emily’s wrist as she fingered you through it, her own lips parted, slightly out of breath, watching you come down. 

“That’s it,” Emily praised, her fingers sliding out of you, groaning over the juices that pooled between your legs. “Good girl.” Her fingers gently pushed back into you, as if she was fucking her own cum deeper into your pussy, “just fucking soaked.”

“And yet,” Olivia nipped at your neck, her hands smoothed down your body, palm coming to rest just above your clit, “I guarantee you she still wants more.” Her hand pressed against you and your breath hitched, your gaze stayed locked on hers as she dared you to look away, her hand moving between your legs. “Isn’t that right, slut?” Her hand slapped your pussy; a lewd wet sound accompanied the whimper you made but you still managed to not look away. “You want daddy’s cock?”

“Yes!” You probably replied too fast, too eager, but you didn’t care. Still trembling from your last orgasm all you could think about was the feeling of being stretched around Olivia’s favoured dildo as she pounded deep into you.

“I think she’s about earned it.” Emily commented, sitting up on her knees, her eyes dark while she watched Olivia toy with your body. 

“I suppose.” Liv leant down, pressing a kiss to your lips, “greedy girl’s already got two, you want one from Daddy?” Her hand closed around your jaw, tilting your gaze towards Emily, “how about you show her how good you are with your mouth while I fuck you? Hmm?”

Nodding, you scrambled up to your knees, letting Olivia slide off the bed behind you while Emily shifted toward you, pulling you into a deep kiss. You moaned over the taste on her tongue, sucking it deeper into your mouth to get as much as you could. Her arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you to her as the two of you fell into the pillows. Your hands slid up, exploring her body, groping at her tits, pulling a low groan from her when you did. She broke the kiss, her head falling back and you were able to smear messy kisses down the column of her neck. 

The bed shifted behind you and you knew Olivia was ready, cock thick in her hand as she smeared lube up and down the toy between her legs. With Emily on her back, you crawled down her body, sucking one nipple into your mouth, flicking at it with your tongue before repeating the motion on the other side. The grin on your face grew wider as she fell under your spell, her skin flushing, heat creeping through it as her breathing picked up, perfect tits swaying when her back arched, her body shifting on the bed. Your fingers slipped into the waistband of her underwear and tugged them down her legs, eyes immediately jumping to her pussy. 

She was already soaked, pussy glistening as if it was calling to you and your mouth practically watered at the sight. You felt Olivia’s hands on your waist, nudging you forward, one slid up your spine, pressing you towards Emily’s pussy while the other slipped between your legs. 

“God she really made a fucking mess of you, didn’t she?” Liv chuckled, fingers spreading open your folds and you nodded, “well, get going.” She spanked you, “make it up to her.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

You dropped to the bed, hands sliding up Emily’s legs, a thumb tracing through her cunt, gently rubbing her clit, a satisfied smile on your lips when she let out a soft moan, her body pushing towards the touch. Your fingers toyed with her only a little longer, tracing her pussy, listening to the little noises she was making that were getting breathier, louder, you felt yourself pulse at the sight of her getting wetter, knowing it was your touch and the anticipation of your mouth that was turning her on. 

Behind you, Olivia’s fingers pressed into you, slowly inching in, then pulling out all the way again, teasing you in an attempt to get you to hurry up. When her fingers disappeared from your body all together you whined, your thumb pressing against Emily’s clit, pulling a gasp from the other woman. Then you felt the nudge of Olivia’s cock pressing against your pussy and your entire body melted, aching to push your hips back. She always chose the largest toy, the one she could fill with lube to coat your greedy little cunt when she was finally done fucking you. The one you loved the most, the one that was almost too big some days. 

Tearing your head from the clouds, you surged forward, finally getting a taste of Emily’s perfect fucking pussy and you couldn’t help but groan. She was fucking incredible, your tongue traced every inch of her that you could, not letting a single drop of her wetness go to waste.

“Oh my god.” She groaned, your mouth was so warm against her, moving with precision she barely needed to guide you when her hand tangled into your hair. 

You wasted no time, knowing the faster you got Emily panting, the faster Olivia would finally fuck you. Her cock still just nudged at your entrance, heavy and waiting, slowly getting slick with your juices. There were days you were absolutely amazed at Olivia’s self-control and today was certainly one of them. If the roles had been reversed you would have been buried as deep as you could inside her the second she was on her hands and knees.

“Shit!” Emily swore, “right there, oh fuck yes.”

Olivia chuckled, “she’s good at that, isn’t she?” Her cock shifted, nudging just the tip inside your waiting pussy.

“Yeah.” Emily managed to gasp out, right as your tongue flicked across her clit, “oh fuck.”

“Such an eager slut.” Olivia mused, her hands squeezing around your waist and with one fast, heavy thrust you were shoved deeper between Emily’s legs, a muffled cry escaping your lips at the sensation of finally being so full.

“Fuck.” You whimpered, pussy fluttering around the toy, your walls squeezing and dripping as you tried to focus on eating Emily out. 

“Don’t stop.” Liv ordered, her hands on your hips, holding you in place so you couldn’t start fucking yourself on her cock. She stayed still, buried deep inside you, stretching you out until Emily was gasping, a hand clawing at the bedspread, every second breath a curse on her parted lips. 

“Shit, fuck. Fuck.” Emily’s nails dug into your scalp and you doubled down, sucking her clit into your mouth, groaning around it, the noise vibrating through her. Her hips jumped off the bed, juices dribbling into your mouth, smearing across your chin as she hit her peak, chest heaving, fingers twitching. “Oh my god…”

You kept your mouth on her, gently cleaning her up and Olivia patted your ass, “good girl.” 

Then she began to move, her cock slowly dragging against your walls, leaving you empty and stretched before pushing all the way back in. Your hands clenched into Emily’s thighs and you risked slowly rocking your hips backwards, sinking down onto the toy. 

“God,” Emily breathed, “she wants it bad.”

“Doesn’t matter how many times you fuck her.” Liv’s hips snapped forward and your body jerked, “she always wants more.” Her hand slid into your hair, yanking your head back, “isn’t that right?” She circled her hips and you gasped, “dirty girl who can never get enough.” She pulled all the way out of you, laughing darkly as your pussy clenched around nothing, cum already dripping down your thighs. 

“Daddy, please.” Your whine was high pitched, body trembling, hands still grasping at Emily’s thighs. Olivia’s grip on your hair tightened as she leant over you, teeth sinking into your neck.

“Suppose you want it hard and fast, don’t you?”

“Yes!” You did your best to nod with the vice grip she had on your roots.

“Dirty slut.” Olivia husked before plunging her cock back into you as deep as she possibly could; the front of her thighs meeting the back of yours. 

“Oh my gooddd!”

She set a relentless pace, the one you’d asked for, the one you craved, one that it seemed only she could truly master. Having dropped your hair, her hands were squeezing your waist, pulling you back to her faster and harder, pants of air leaving her lips as whimpers left yours. Her cock stretched you out so perfectly, you always felt so full when she fucked you like this, leaving no room for tenderness. Her palm spanked the globe of your ass and your pussy throbbed. You could feel how drenched you were, the apex of your thighs slick with arousal, the sound almost sticky each time Olivia’s body met yours. She shifted her weight just right and the head of the toy pressed into your g-spot on her next thrust. 

“Fuck!”

“Yeah?” The cocky tone returned to her voice, “right there?” She pushed into you again with such force that you fell into Emily, barely able to keep yourself from being fucked into the mattress. 

“Yesss…” you groaned, voice muffled by the sheets, body trembling as she continued to pound into you. A gasp left your lips when hands were suddenly groping at your chest, sneaking between the bed and your body. A second to open one eye and you found it was Emily, watching with a heavy gaze. 

“God the sound of her fucking cunt.” She murmured and Olivia chuckled.

“Desperate little slut,” her thrusts slowed ever so slightly so she could plunge into you with full force, “with the messiest fucking pussy. Just fucking sopping.”

“Pull her up.” Emily suggested and Olivia’s hand wrapped around the back of your neck, yanking you flush to her as she continued to fuck you. 

The new angle had you gasping for air, you could feel every single thrust down to your bones, your vision blurring as the head of the toy pressed harder and deeper against your g-spot each time it passed. A second later and Emily’s hands were on you again, pinching your nipples before one sunk lower. 

“Fuck.” The word barely made it past your lips as Emily’s fingers started toying with your clit. 

“Faster.” Liv instructed the other woman, “she’s so fucking close.”

Emily hummed, watching your face as she increased the pace and pressure, fingers almost slipping with just how slick you were. She felt herself beginning to pulse with need at the sight, at the noises coming from both your lips and your cunt, her free hand quickly sliding down her own body. A low moan broke free of her lips when she began to play with herself and your vision managed to come back just enough to watch. 

“Jesus…”

“So pretty when you come.” Emily murmured, “makes me hot.” Her fingers slipped down, sinking two digits into her wet cunt, “oh god, yes.” 

Olivia’s hand slunk up your body, closing around your neck as Emily’s fingers pressed harder against you and your body began to shake, there was no chance of even trying to form words any longer. Emily rocked her hips in the same rhythm she rubbed your clit; her lips parted in a silent ‘O’ as she fucked herself faster. She was so ready, half of her thought maybe she could have gotten off without even touching herself, just the sight of you so fucking wrecked enough to drive her mad. 

“Daddy…” you managed out, the word slurred on your lips and Olivia’s hand squeezed around your neck.

“That’s it baby,” Emily cooed, fingers moving faster, “come with me.”

“Make a mess sweetheart, come all over Daddy’s cock.” Oliva panted, “I know you want to, little cock slut.”

A strangled cry left your lips and your body thrashed, juices dripping down around the dildo as you almost forgot how to breathe. The only thing left holding onto you, the only thing that didn’t make your vision white out completely was the sight of Emily coming on her own fingers right in front of you. That she was coming because of you, because of how messy and horny you were. She let out a low groan, her thighs trembling and her hand vanished from your clit before she fell back into the pillows with a very satisfied sigh.

“Shit.” She muttered, watching with half open eyes as Olivia’s grip on you dropped and you fell back onto your stomach.

“Need your cum.” You moaned into the sheets, body still quivering in aftershocks. 

Olivia chuckled, somehow, she still hadn’t stopped moving, her cock pushing in and out of you at varying paces, watching how much cum smeared across it each time she pulled out. She thrust her hips sharply, once, twice, then a third, a small groan leaving her lips when she squeezed the base of the toy and lube coated your insides.

A dreamy sigh caught on your next exhale, lips curving up into a smile at the sensation. Olivia slowly pulled out, watching the lube mix with your juices as it dribbled out of your used cunt.

“Such a dirty girl.” She said, fingers scooping up the mixture and fucking it back into you, “greedy for Daddy’s cum.”

“Mmhmm.” You did your best to nod, humming at the gentle hand smoothing your hair off your face.

“Did so good for us.” Emily cooed, thumb brushing across your cheek.

“Perfect little whore.” Olivia murmured, leaning over your back to press a few kisses between your shoulder blades before she shifted off the bed to deal with the toy.

“Who knew you were such a good tour guide.” Emily said with a tease, pulling a small laugh from you as she helped you settle against the pillows.

“You, can come back anytime you please Agent Prentiss.”

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