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The last case was long and exhausting, with several people on the jet sleeping in their seats. I sat around one of the tables with Emily and JJ, a pack of cards abandoned in the middle of the table as we were talking about anything but work. For a few weeks, a question had been swirling around my head and I wasn’t sure when the right time to bring it up was.
As the last topic of conversation trailed to an end, I decided to bite the bullet and ask anyway.
“I’ve got a bit of an embarrassing question,” I admitted, taking another sip of my water bottle. JJ and Emily turned to me and I clasped the bottle between my hands, fiddling with the label.
“We won’t judge,” JJ stated, urging me to go ahead.
“You’re both queer, right?” I asked, watching as they both nodded. “So, with two women, how do you guys, um, like, you know…” I trailed off, looking out of the window at the scenery.
“Fuck?” Emily finished off my sentence, a warmth spreading over my face in embarrassment as my gaze shot back to her.
“Yes, that’s it, mhmm. How does it work?” A smile bloomed over JJ’s face as Emily raised an eyebrow at me.
“Hm,” Emily thought for a moment. “You know, it’s really complicated and hard to explain,” she giggled as her eyes trailed over my body. “I’d have to show you.” She leaned back in her seat as I stuttered.
“Oh, um. I mean, I am a visual learner, so…” I left the rest of what I wanted to say for her assumption.
“That’s the best way, hands-on, learning how while you do it,” JJ exclaimed as she winked at me. She patted the table as she stood up, making her way to sit with Spencer.
“Seriously though,” Emily said leaning over the table, her voice lowering in volume. “If you want to know more, or have a tutorial, let me know.” She winked as she also stood up, heading to the bathroom. I stayed at the table in shock for a moment, processing what we’d just talked about.
Upon Emily’s return from the bathroom, she slid into the seat opposite me on the jet again. She pulled a book from her go-bag, which she was almost at the end of, and read, occasionally glancing up at me for the rest of the journey home.
My mind wandered off, thinking about anything and everything, my eyes trained on Emily as she read. For a long time, I’d had crushes on women but never acted upon them. I just assumed that it was normal, until a case a few weeks back when Emily spoke to the unsub about how attraction to all people was okay, and valid, even if you were brought up to believe otherwise. It only dawned upon me then that I was bisexual and I’d never explored. I’d considered going to a bar and picking a woman up, but if it was my first time, I wanted to at least know what I was getting into beforehand. I’d always known that the rest of the women in the BAU had previously had relationships with women, which is why I was considering bringing it up in the next girl's night we had, but when the time came around, I couldn’t bring myself to ask, which is how I’d ended up asking in one of our exhaustion chats.
When we arrived back in DC, Hotch dismissed us because it was so late, insisting that we come to work late the next day. We’d built enough hours up recently to have some leeway with when we started. I walked to the parking lot with Emily and JJ, as we always did after a case and we let Penelope know when we were all back home safe. Often, if it was late when we got back from a case, Penelope was already at home but waited for the team to let her know if we were all safe before she went to sleep.
Once I got home, I did a quick sweep of my apartment, as I always did in case anything had happened while I was away, then unpacked my bag and put all of my clothes into my hamper for when I wanted to put them in the washing machine the next morning. I poured myself a glass of wine and headed to my bedroom, turning Grey’s Anatomy on Netflix on the TV in my bedroom. Placing the glass of wine on my bedside table, I went back to the kitchen to make some pasta. As I was waiting for the water to boil, I heard a notification on my phone from my bedroom, so went to grab it, along with my wine. A text from Penelope lit up my home screen, thanking me for letting her know I was home and that she hoped I had a good night. I headed back to the kitchen as the water finished boiling, and I added the pasta with a dash of salt. I set a timer on my phone for 10 minutes and grabbed some sauce out of the fridge to warm up when my pasta was nearly done.
As the timer came to an end, I warmed up the sauce, got some grated cheese out to top the meal off, and settled on a stool by the counter, checking through my emails as I ate. I was interrupted by a message from Emily, asking if I was busy. I responded that I wasn’t and around a minute later, my phone started to ring with a video call from Emily.
“Hey,” I answered, propping my phone up against the counter. “What’s up?” I picked up my fork again, picking up the last few pieces of pasta in the bowl.
“Just checking in, I thought you said you weren’t busy.” She raised her eyebrow at me again and I felt like I was being reprimanded. I finished my forkful of food, moved the bowl out of the way and took a sip of my wine.
“I’m finished, it’s okay. Are you okay?” She sighed, pushing a fallen piece of hair out of her face.
“Yeah. I wanted to see how you felt about the conversation we had earlier. You really don’t know?” I fiddled with the stem of my glass as I picked my word carefully.
“No. I’m new to the whole ‘women’ thing. I only recently realised I’ve been crushing on women for years, hence the not knowing.” She smiled at me through the screen and adjusted herself on the couch.
“That’s understandable. I have an offer, if you’d like. I was a little forward earlier, not realising you were actually serious. If you want, you can come around my place on Saturday and we talk more about it, expectations and what to do. I’m knowledgeable, to say the least.” She blushed slightly and it was my turn to smile at her.
“That sounds amazing, thank you. I’ll bring a bottle of wine.”
We talked some more as I cleaned up my dishes and headed back into my bedroom, completely forgetting that I’d put Grey’s Anatomy on earlier and forgotten to pause it. We ended the call when I said I needed to shower. After my shower, I brushed my teeth, got some water and headed to bed.
As we approached the end of the week, no new cases came in and I was starting to look forward to going to Emily’s apartment to talk with her. She confirmed our plans on Friday afternoon, just as she was leaving the office. I stayed later to finish my last file, knowing that I’d feel satisfied once I had a clear desk and then I headed home.
The next morning, Emily messaged me her address and her wine preference, so I picked up a bottle of wine for her and one for myself, as well as some snacks if we wanted to pick at something later in the evening. Then, I called an Uber and gave them her address. I messaged her my ETA and chatted with the Uber driver until we arrived. Once I was inside her apartment, I sent the Uber driver 5 stars and unpacked my bag with the wine and snacks. She grabbed us some glasses and bowls and we settled on the couch, a reality TV show on in the background so it wasn’t completely silent. Emily stood up and grabbed two blankets, handing one to me, which I draped over my legs to keep myself warm.
We each opened our bottle of wine and poured some into our glasses and then started talking, firstly about our days and then some past relationships briefly.
“So, have you ever kissed a woman?” She asked me, reaching over to the coffee table to grab the Cheetos I’d picked up.
“No, that’s the most embarrassing part, I think, besides not knowing how lesbian sex works.” I turned my gaze to the TV to avoid having to look at her for her reaction.
“That’s not necessarily a bad thing,” she admitted. “I didn’t kiss a woman until I was in my 30’s. I’d been in the FBI for a while, did an undercover op and kissed a woman during it and it just felt right. I’ve only ever dated women since. How did you realise?”
“You.” A smirk crept over her face. “Not like that, don’t get me wrong, you’re gorgeous. It was just something you said during a case that made me realise I had been attracted to women in the past but didn’t know at the time and I can’t stop thinking about it. I just have no fucking experience.”
“Do you think I’m attractive?” She asked, swirling her wine in her glass.
“I do, you’re gorgeous.” I leaned over to her, reaching into the bag of Cheetos too.
“Do you want to try? Kissing a woman, I mean.” I had to hide the surprise on my face.
“Em…” She placed her glass on the coffee table as well as the Cheetos and turned to face me properly.
“You’re beautiful, you want to experience being with a woman, I’m offering. I get it if you don’t want to. My offer still stands, though.”
“I want to. Just, what if I’m bad?”
“Then we’ll fix it.” I placed my glass down on the table, looking over at her again. “Come here, we’ll start with something easy,” she said, lifting her arm so I could slot myself against her body. At first, it was slightly awkward, until I relaxed, and then it was like I was made to fit with her body. Her hand trailed over my arm and I shivered, burying my face into the crook of her neck. Tentatively, I placed a kiss to her neck and her hand froze where it was drawing patterns. I pulled back slightly and she continued moving her hand after a few seconds, eventually moving to my waist.
“Too much?” I asked, as her hand slipped under the hem of my sweatshirt.
“No, just unexpected. Is this okay?”
“It’s perfect.” She continued to hold me for a while as I soaked in the physical contact and how right it felt, she didn’t try to grope me or push more than I was ready for. Eventually, I needed more and sat up, her hand falling against the couch.
“You okay?” She asked, a frown settling on her face.
“Can I kiss you?” I asked, aware that I was being more forward than I usually would.
“Absolutely. Straddle my thighs.” I did as she asked, my thighs on either side of hers. Her hands settled on my waist as I draped mine over her shoulders. “Hi,” she whispered.
“Hey.” I admired her for a moment. “You’re being very respectful, Miss Prentiss. I would have expected you to be more handsy.” She squeezed my waist, smiling at me.
“I usually am. I’m an ass girl. You’ll find out at some point. I don’t want to scare the baby gay off.” I pushed at her shoulder, a grin blooming over my face. I leaned down, pressing a kiss to her cheek, then I took a deep breath and pressed my lips against hers. Her hand tightened on my waist as our lips met, and then she started to kiss back.
For a moment, I was surprised by the lack of stubble scratching at my face and then remembered who I was kissing. I pushed my tongue into her mouth, eager for more. As I deepened the kiss, her hands slipped to my ass, pulling me closer. We separated to take a breath and I sighed softly, burying my face in her neck.
“How was that?” She asked, her hands roaming over my waist.
“So good. It was soft, and I won’t get beard rash.” A laugh escaped her and she pinched my waist.
“Look at me,” she commanded and I pulled my face away from her neck. “Do I need to do anything differently the second time around?”
“More hands, I need you to touch me, please.” I leaned back in for a second kiss and Emily did as I had requested, her hands wandering over my back and holding me close to her.
As we kissed, one of my hands moved to her hair, gripping as her tongue explored my mouth. She got more handsy, as I had requested and her hands started to move underneath my sweatshirt to feel my back. After a few minutes, her hands slipped under the band of my bra, so she could feel my bare skin and I could feel my arousal start to build. I pushed my hips against hers as I pulled back.
“How far are you willing to go tonight, angel? I only want to do what you’re comfortable with. Do you want to stop now?” Her hands continued to wander over my back as she spoke, needing something to do with herself.
“I don’t want to stop. I’ll let you know if I get uncomfortable, just trust me.”
“I’m supposed to be the one saying that to you. Let me take care of you. Relax. I’ve got you.” We started to kiss again, her hands back to roaming underneath my shirt. Eventually, she lifted the hem, trying to pull it over my head to take it off, though her arms weren’t long enough. I let go of her cheeks to pull it off myself, watching as she whispered a curse once my shirt was off. “God you’re gorgeous. I can’t stop looking at you.” She leaned upwards, pressing kisses to my neck and then down to my collarbone. She pulled the teeth just below my collarbone into her mouth and sucked, leaving a mild hickey behind as she pulled back. She pressed a soft kiss to the hickey and then pulled back completely, gripping my hips.
“Em,” My voice came out as more of a whine than I wanted it to, but I watched her smirk. “You’re teasing.”
“It’s called foreplay. The teasing hasn’t even started yet. You’re going to beg for me to blow your mind.”
“There she is,” I said, wrapping my hand around her throat lightly. “You’re all bark and no bite, Prentiss. I’m quite disappointed.” She grabbed both of my hands with her own, pulling them in front of my body and instructing me to clasp them together.
“You’re being a brat, why does that not surprise me? Keep your hands there.” She unclasped my bra, sliding it down my arms. I had to unclasp my hands to let it slip off, but soon they were back together. Emily’s pointer fingers made their way into the belt loops of my jeans and she pulled my body flush against hers, her hands landing on my ass once I was where she wanted. She asked me to move my hands to her shoulders again, which I did and then we met in a kiss again.
She withdrew her right hand from my ass, bringing it down with a smack. I gasped into the kiss and a soft moan escaped my lips. I melted against her body, struggling to keep kissing her. In the short time I’d been with Emily, she knew how to play my body better than any man I’d ever slept with.
Her hands smoothed over my pants to soothe where she’d just hit and she pulled back to look at me.
“Was that more in line with what you were expecting?” Her eyes stayed trained on my face while she waited for my response.
“Yes Ma’am, you’re good with your mouth.”
“Don’t I know it?” She chuckled softly, leaning up to kiss my neck again. I had to stop myself from grinding my hips against hers as she trailed her lips down my chest to pull a nipple between her teeth. I couldn’t stop my hips from jerking against her at the contact and I tangled my hand into her hair.
“Take me to bed, please Em.” Emily helped me off of her lap, reaching for my hand as she also stood. She kept hold of my hand as she led me to the bedroom, flicking the light switch on and telling me to sit on the bed. I did as she asked, feeling slightly exposed, considering my shirt was still in her living room. She stared at me for a moment, leaning against the wall, her hands in her pockets, and then she turned on the lamps on the bedside table. I watched as she switched the main light off and then turned to look at me again. Emily was wearing a blouse and started to unbutton it, but I stopped it.
“Come here, I want to do it,” I requested and she stepped towards me. I opened my legs for her to step between and my hands lifted to undo the buttons. Despite my hands shaking, I managed to undo all of the buttons without too much effort. She stepped back slightly as the blouse slid down her arms, her lacy bra fully on show and it took all of my willpower to draw my eyes away from her chest.
“You can look, I want you to look. Do you like what you’re seeing?” I let my gaze drop down to her chest, now that I had her permission and let myself take in just how beautiful she was.
“You’re gorgeous, Emily. Can I touch you?” She consented, so I stood, switching our places on the bed and pushing her backwards so that she was leaning against the pillows. I took one of her breasts in my hand, brushing my thumb over her nipple and watching as her breath hitched. I leaned down, taking her other nipple into my mouth, a sigh leaving her lips and one of her hands tangling in my hair.
“You’re doing so good, baby,” she praised, her nails scratching at my scalp. I kept holding her breast in my hand as I trailed my lips down her body, pressing kisses along the waistband of her jeans. “Fuck, are you sure you want to do this?”
“Absolutely, please Em. I haven’t wanted anything this bad. I need to taste you.” She cursed again, urging me to move back up to kiss her.
“God, you’re the best woman I’ve ever met. Take off my pants and I’ll guide you. You’ll be okay.” I kissed back down her body and when I got to her pants, I pulled them off as I moved down the bed. I pulled her panties off too, pressing kisses over her bare thighs. I teased her for a few moments, sucking a hickey into the inside of her thigh. If she wanted to mark me, it was only fair that I did it back.
Her hand tangled in my hair for a moment to hold me in place before she withdrew it, hesitant to push too far.
“You can touch,” I said, pressing a kiss to the mark I just made. “After all, you might need to guide me.” She tangled her hand into my hair again, letting out a soft sigh as I shifted my hands underneath her thighs to give myself better access.
As I worked up the courage to taste a woman for the first time, I kissed along Emily’s bikini line, trying to tease her. After a few moments, she tried to push my head down, needing more, eventually, I gave in, moving down to kiss her clit. Based on the response I got, of her hips lifting off the bed and a breathy moan leaving her lips, I figured I was doing the right thing, circling her clit with my tongue. Her hand tightened in my hair, so I repeated my motions, circling her clit again.
Encouraged by the response I was receiving from Emily, I dragged my tongue through her wetness, tasting how aroused she was. I let out a moan at her taste, the vibrations making Emily moan too, in response. I continued to eat her out, relishing in the little moans and whimpers she let out.
“Baby, please. I’m going to come. I need more, please.” I slipped two fingers inside of her, pulling her clit between my lips. Her hips lifted off the bed as she came, moaning my name as her orgasm rushed through her body. I continued to help her through her orgasm until she pulled my head away, her hand still in my hair as she kissed me. “You’re so good, angel. You did so good.”
I moved up the bed, curling up against Emily’s side, her hand carding through my hair. I let my fingers wander over the skin of her stomach, doing my best to avoid the scar on her side. We had never talked about it directly at any time the subject was brought up, Emily deflected and moved on to talk about something else.
After a few minutes of cuddling, Emily’s hands started to wander over my waist, skirting over the waistband of my jeans, dipping underneath briefly before retreating.
“I think you should take these off, so I can touch you. Do you need me?” Her fingers toyed with the button over the fly, looking at me with a hunger in her eyes.
“I need you so badly,” I admitted. “Please, take them off.” Emily pushed me back against the bed, kissing me until I was breathless. Then, she trailed kisses down my stomach, until she got to the waistband of my jeans. She unbuttoned them and pulled them down my legs, pressing a kiss to each of my ankles when she reached the end of my legs.
“You’re being so good, angel, look at you. You’re so pretty, lying there, waiting for me to ruin you.” She moved back up the bed slightly, sinking her teeth into the inside of my right thigh, the pain spreading my arousal through my body in a wave of warmth. “ I want to eat you, so badly.”
“Then do it, make me come, rock my world.” A wicked grin spread across her face.
“Take your panties off and turn over. As pretty as they look on you, they need to come off.” I did as she asked, climbing off the bed to take off my panties and then lying on the bed with my face down. Emily’s footsteps approached and I jumped slightly as her nails lightly scratched at the nape of my neck. “You’re not scared of me, are you, baby?”
“No ma’am, I’m just nervous. You won’t hurt me, will you?” Her hand tangled in my hair and she tugged at my hair.
“Not any more than you want me to. I was going to spank you for your attitude, but we can skip that and I can just fuck you instead.” She let go of my hair, massaging her hands in my hair instead. A contrast to the roughness she showed a second before.
“Fuck, please spank me.” Emily scratched her nails down my back, digging into my skin slightly, making me gasp. Once she reached the small of my back, she stooped, rubbing her hand slightly. Her other hand came down on my ass, spanking me a few times before she checked in. “I’m good, I need more.”
“I never would have pegged you for the needy, begging time. You’re such a whore. I haven’t given you anything pleasurable yet. Do you like pain?” Her hand came down a few more times before she spread my legs, her fingers ghosting through my arousal.
“That counts as pleasure, does it not? I’m wet. Have your profiling skills gone now that you’ve got a pretty woman to play with?” Emily withdrew her fingers, wiping them on my skin before she hit me again, her hand raining down in quick succession, leaving me gasping.
“So, you’re a bratty little slut? You deserve this. I hope you know that.” I could feel my skin warming under her hand in a way that left me wanting more.
“I can neither confirm nor deny that accusation. Please just touch me.” She rubbed her hand over the skin she’d been spanking.
“See, the problem is, I am touching you. If you want more, you’ll need to be specific. Until you get the courage to ask me for what you really want, I’m going to continue what I’m doing.” I relaxed against the bed, letting a gasp out when her hand continued to come down on my body and my arousal continued to build until it was almost painful.
“Please make me come, Emily. Fuck. I need you to make me come,” I said, my voice sounding breathless. Emily turned me over on the bed, pulling me into a kiss. One of her hands came up to my neck, her thumb brushing over my skin as she kissed me and her other hand moved to my breasts, tweaking one of my nipples.
“You’re such a good girl. I’m going to eat you eat now, okay?” She kissed her way down my body for what felt like the 100th time tonight, pulling my nipples between her mouth until they hardened as she passed.
“Yes, please. I need you. Em, please stop teasing.” She continued down my body, lifting my legs over her shoulders when she reached her target.
Emily swiped her tongue through my arousal, a moan leaving my body as she did. Her nose bumped against my clit which made my hips involuntarily life off the bed. Emily’s hands gripped my hips, holding me down as she pleasured me.
“Fuck Em, you feel so good.” I looked down at her, chocolate eyes staring up at me with an intensity that made me curse again. I closed my eyes, reaching my hand down to tangle in her hair. She pulled away, her breath tickling my skin as she spoke.
“Look at me, darling. Don’t take your eyes off me or I’ll stop, understand?” I met her eyes again, nodding against the pillows.
“I understand, please. I need you to make me come.” Emily doubled down in her efforts, swiping her tongue against my clit in a figure of eight pattern. “So good,” I murmured, keeping eye contact with her. I had to fight to stop my eyes from fluttering shut as I felt myself getting close. Two of Emily’s fingers pushed inside me, brushing against my G-spot.
“You’re doing so well, sweetheart. Come for me, show me how good you are.” Her fingers brushed over my gspot again as her tongue swiped over my clit, casuing my orgasm to rush through my body. My hand tightened in her hair as I came, her tongue continuing to pleasure me throughout. I began to feel sensitive, so I pushed her head away. Emily pressed a kiss to the inside of each of my thighs and she moved up the bed to kiss me.
“You really rocked my shit there, Prentiss. I can confirm I am very much into women. I’m sorry I was such a brat.” She pulled me against her side, pressing a kiss to my forehead.
“Don’t be, I enjoyed it. Plus, I find taming brats hot. If you ever need a way to relax, you know where to find me, that was amazing.” My hand reached over her body to grab her hand and my fingers laced with her.
“It was. I’m into women and I guess I’m into you.” I buried my face into her chest after my admission, but she grabbed my hair and turned my face to look at her.
“I’m into you too. I suppose I should have asked you on a date first, huh?” Her eyebrow cocked up as a smile spread across my face.
“I suppose you should have. We could go on one anyway, I deserve to be wined and dined.” Emily laughed as I pressed a kiss to her face. Everything just felt right, being here with her.