B is for Broken and C is for Caught
TITLE: Cyber Fun
PAIRING: Cooper Freedman/OFC (Private Practice)
RATING: arr-ish
SPOILERS: None
DISCLAIMER: I don't own anyone!
NOTES: This is for the alphabet prompts: B is for: broken, Cooper, Private Practice for goinglike_elsie
Another late night in front of his computer. He knew it was wrong (deep, deep down) but it was too much fun sometimes, in the wee, solitary hours, to see what could develop online.
BlondeAndBuff22 (12:00:31): hey there, asl?
DrSexyTouch302 (12:01:02): 32/m/LA, u?
BlondeAndBuff22 (12:02:14): 23/f/SF... too bad we're not closer bc ur profile pic's hot. But, maybe we can play a bit here?
Cooper leaned back in his desk chair and gulped down some of his beer as he clicked on her profile information. She was hot---if it really was her (and he decided it was really her because he didn't want to contemplate the alternative)---and he was already imagining several scenarios in which he'd love to play with her. He glanced around and made sure that the blinds were closed before grinning guiltily and turning his attention back to the computer screen.
BlondeAndBuff22 (12:02:50): well???
DrSexyTouch302 (12:03:01): Sounds great.
He paused, leaned forward, and then decided to type something else.
DrSexyTouch302 (12:03:31): What are you wearing?
His grin stretched as she told him she was wearing her cheer shorts and sports bra from cheerleading practice.
It might be wrong (he sometimes wondered if a part of his brain was broken, for him to enjoy instant messaging with anonymous and attractive women) but as he received a more undressed photograph from the girl, he decided it wouldn't do him any good to worry about it for the next couple of hours.
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TITLE: No Longer a Secret
PAIRING: Emily Prentiss/Aaron Hotchner (Criminal Minds)
RATING: en.sea.xvii
SPOILERS: General series stuff, nothing to do with the season finale.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own anyone!
NOTES: This is for the alphabet prompts: C is for: caught, Criminal Minds, Prentiss/Hotchner for dangerusliasons
"We can't keep meeting like this," Aaron said quietly as he sat down on the bar stool next to hers.
Emily frowned---until she looked up and caught his eye. He had a sense of humour, but he sometimes had trouble putting it in his voice. It was always in his eyes, though, and the slight curve to his lips. When she took in the signs, she realised he wasn't putting an end to their secret relationship, but making a joke about it.
She leaned in and kissed him. It had become natural, over time, to do that when they greeted each other---so natural that she had to curb the impulse to get close to him when they were in the presence of their coworkers. He tasted sweet, as if he had eaten a chocolate moments before arriving at her side. He smelled good, even after three days of cheap hotels, chasing a hot case, and cop shop coffee.
Aaron deepened the kiss with a quick brush of his tongue against her lower lip. She yielded easily and was rewarded with the skim of his fingertips against her jaw.
She sighed and closed her eyes.
When they were on their own, she loved being close to him.
"Why'd we decide to meet here?" he asked as their kiss ended.
The corners of Emily's lips quirked up before she spoke. "So you could get me drunk and take advantage of me."
Aaron snorted. "Yes, right. So silly of me to forget my master plan."
Emily flashed him a grin and then passed him her drink---fifteen year-old, single malt scotch, neat---before she flagged the bartender and tried to order another.
"Don't," Aaron insisted. He waved the server off and sipped from Emily's before passing it back to her.
"You want to talk about the day without lubrication?" she asked, half-teasing and half-serious.
He smiled a bit. "No, I don't want to stay here for long," he confessed.
"An indecisive mind means---"
He put a finger to her lips. "No profiling."
As agents on the same team, they had already agreed not to profile each other. As lovers, they made the promise again.
It was difficult, though. The line about porcupines, having to mate very carefully, came to mind when she thought about the two of them, both profilers, together. She had a hard time keeping her skills out of her side of the relationship---but she at least made sure not to share her findings with him. She figured he was doing the same thing.
But, there were perks to being with a member of the same team, too.
No one else understood the demons associated with the job better than another profiler. Emily was thankful that she never had to explain why she needed what she needed at the end---or in the middle---of a long case.
"I wasn't really going to say anything," she murmured, "I knew you'd stop me."
He smiled again---that small curve of his lips that told her how happy he was with her---and she felt her insides warming.
"You're using my profile against me."
"You can use mine against me in a few minutes," she purred, after leaning in and kissing his temple near his ear, "if you'd like."
Aaron gave a small amused, and aroused, snort of laughter. Since her mouth was near his ear, his mouth was near hers. When he spoke, his voice vibrated through her body.
"I'd like," he told her. He kissed her jaw. "But, I don't think I can wait until we get to my place."
Emily startled at his words. There were only a handful of times that his control was so worn down; each time he sought her out for true release, from his demons, from the job, and even from reality to some extent, she luxuriated in the aches and bruises and love bites for days to come despite having to hide them from the rest of the team.
There was something so satisfying about allowing someone to consume her, and being allowed to consume that someone in return.
She pulled back and looked at him. She thought about asking him to rein in his impulses until they did arrive at his apartment but the expression on his face---and his track record with her---made her reconsider.
"Alley or bathroom?" she asked.
"Alley. It's cleaner."
Emily laughed and nodded. "Well, that's debatable, but alright."
He took one more sip of her drink and then allowed her to drain it. The scotch burned in her throat and continued to do so until it landed in her stomach, but it was the look in Aaron's eyes that set her insides on fire.
She put a couple of bills on the bar and saluted the man behind the counter before rotating off of the stool. Aaron followed her after a beat; his warm hand rested on her lower back, telling her he was directly behind her the whole way out into the crisp night air.
After walking far enough into the alley so that shadows covered both of them, Aaron's hand moved to her hip. It curved and gripped her before its arm pushed her into the brick wall of the building. She let out a gasp of surprise but couldn't catch her breath because his mouth was on hers before she had a chance.
Emily whimpered as she kissed him back, as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, as she let him push her against the wall with a bit more force. She had done sex in semi-public places in her adventurous youth, especially when she lived in boarding school dormitories that frowned upon such types of fraternisation, but not since breaking out into her FBI career and all the responsibility that was required for such a position. Doing it with Aaron, another staid and serious member of the Bureau, was much more thrilling than it was with a fumbling teenager; not only was it much better sex, but it was a rush to know someone else was breaking the rules, both legal and personal, with her.
"Thank god you wore a skirt tonight," he mumbled between kisses.
She let out a little laugh and rocked her hips against his. "If I had known you wanted easy access, I might have left my underwear at home."
Aaron groaned. His forehead dropped to her shoulder as the aroused sound escaped his throat. Emily thought he was going to need a moment to recover from her taunt, but he surprised her by reaching under her skirt and hooking his fingers into the lace band of the small swatch of a garment and started tugging them over the curves of her ass and thighs.
She stepped out of the clump fabric when it fell at her feet, but before she could snatch it up, Aaron bent down and grabbed it. He pocketed her underwear and grinned.
"Do I get them back?"
"Maybe."
Emily laughed. "Alright," she agreed. "But, you know what we say about keeping trophies..."
He groaned again before kissing her. "Stop talking now," he insisted.
"Yes, sir," she whispered.
Aaron's grip on her hips tightened.
It didn't scare her, though. If anything, it aroused her further.
Emily whimpered and reached down between them to fumble with his belt and pants. "Hurry," she said, her voice turning into an urgent hiss.
Her lover gave a little grunt when her hand found what it had been seeking. Emily wrapped her fingers around his growing erection and stroked it.
"Easy, tiger," Aaron mumbled.
She laughed and kissed him.
It didn't take long to speed things along. After a few kisses, Aaron was helping Emily to hook her leg over his hip as he inched closer and positioned himself in the juncture of her thighs. He pressed forward, sliding in at the right angle so Emily could feel every inch, and he lifted her other leg when she was ready to move.
Her hair caught on the brick; the rough stone reminded her where they were with every thrust of Aaron's hips into hers. It was an unyielding surface unlike the bed Emily knew was waiting for them, but she didn't mind. In fact, how wrong it felt made her want it more---but she wasn't going to study that feeling too much.
"More," she whispered.
Aaron yielded to her request. Emily tried not to make much noise but it was a struggle not to lose herself in the sensations he was inspiring inside her body. She could feel the tension in his shoulders; she knew he was struggling, too, not to react too much.
When she crashed into her orgasm, she bit her lip and tipped her head back into the wall behind her as the muscles in her body trembled.
She vaguely sensed his climax but she was still reeling from the aftereffects of hers to react much.
"God," she said on a long exhalation. "That was..."
"Yeah, I know," he whispered in agreement.
Between kisses, they righted their bodies and clothing. They didn't leave the darkness of the alley immediately, because they were still touching and kissing every few moments.
When they did, they did so carefully, at a safe distance while watching to make sure no one was paying them too much attention. Once they were clear of the mouth of the alley, Aaron reached out and caught her hand in his.
"So, your place or mine?" he asked.
"Your place is closer," she reminded him.
He grinned and nodded, tugging her closer. He released her hand so he could put his arm around her shoulders.
Emily smiled and leaned against him as they walked.
She raised her eyes and caught a glimpse of a familiar---and shocked---face on the sidewalk.
Derek's expression recovered quickly as he looked over his supervisor and partner. A little smile quirked his lips and he winked in Emily's direction, since she was the only one to have noticed the other man.
They passed each other, walking in opposite ways, and Emily almost gave a little laugh of relief (and of anticipation for what would come the next time they were in the office together).
"Was that Morgan?" Aaron asked quietly in her ear.
"Um... yeah."
He chuckled. "Okay. Well, Monday'll be interesting."
His lips pressed a kiss to the side of her head. Emily gave into her impulse to laugh.
They had been caught and it looked like they would survive another day.
PAIRING: Cooper Freedman/OFC (Private Practice)
RATING: arr-ish
SPOILERS: None
DISCLAIMER: I don't own anyone!
NOTES: This is for the alphabet prompts: B is for: broken, Cooper, Private Practice for goinglike_elsie
Another late night in front of his computer. He knew it was wrong (deep, deep down) but it was too much fun sometimes, in the wee, solitary hours, to see what could develop online.
BlondeAndBuff22 (12:00:31): hey there, asl?
DrSexyTouch302 (12:01:02): 32/m/LA, u?
BlondeAndBuff22 (12:02:14): 23/f/SF... too bad we're not closer bc ur profile pic's hot. But, maybe we can play a bit here?
Cooper leaned back in his desk chair and gulped down some of his beer as he clicked on her profile information. She was hot---if it really was her (and he decided it was really her because he didn't want to contemplate the alternative)---and he was already imagining several scenarios in which he'd love to play with her. He glanced around and made sure that the blinds were closed before grinning guiltily and turning his attention back to the computer screen.
BlondeAndBuff22 (12:02:50): well???
DrSexyTouch302 (12:03:01): Sounds great.
He paused, leaned forward, and then decided to type something else.
DrSexyTouch302 (12:03:31): What are you wearing?
His grin stretched as she told him she was wearing her cheer shorts and sports bra from cheerleading practice.
It might be wrong (he sometimes wondered if a part of his brain was broken, for him to enjoy instant messaging with anonymous and attractive women) but as he received a more undressed photograph from the girl, he decided it wouldn't do him any good to worry about it for the next couple of hours.
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TITLE: No Longer a Secret
PAIRING: Emily Prentiss/Aaron Hotchner (Criminal Minds)
RATING: en.sea.xvii
SPOILERS: General series stuff, nothing to do with the season finale.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own anyone!
NOTES: This is for the alphabet prompts: C is for: caught, Criminal Minds, Prentiss/Hotchner for dangerusliasons
"We can't keep meeting like this," Aaron said quietly as he sat down on the bar stool next to hers.
Emily frowned---until she looked up and caught his eye. He had a sense of humour, but he sometimes had trouble putting it in his voice. It was always in his eyes, though, and the slight curve to his lips. When she took in the signs, she realised he wasn't putting an end to their secret relationship, but making a joke about it.
She leaned in and kissed him. It had become natural, over time, to do that when they greeted each other---so natural that she had to curb the impulse to get close to him when they were in the presence of their coworkers. He tasted sweet, as if he had eaten a chocolate moments before arriving at her side. He smelled good, even after three days of cheap hotels, chasing a hot case, and cop shop coffee.
Aaron deepened the kiss with a quick brush of his tongue against her lower lip. She yielded easily and was rewarded with the skim of his fingertips against her jaw.
She sighed and closed her eyes.
When they were on their own, she loved being close to him.
"Why'd we decide to meet here?" he asked as their kiss ended.
The corners of Emily's lips quirked up before she spoke. "So you could get me drunk and take advantage of me."
Aaron snorted. "Yes, right. So silly of me to forget my master plan."
Emily flashed him a grin and then passed him her drink---fifteen year-old, single malt scotch, neat---before she flagged the bartender and tried to order another.
"Don't," Aaron insisted. He waved the server off and sipped from Emily's before passing it back to her.
"You want to talk about the day without lubrication?" she asked, half-teasing and half-serious.
He smiled a bit. "No, I don't want to stay here for long," he confessed.
"An indecisive mind means---"
He put a finger to her lips. "No profiling."
As agents on the same team, they had already agreed not to profile each other. As lovers, they made the promise again.
It was difficult, though. The line about porcupines, having to mate very carefully, came to mind when she thought about the two of them, both profilers, together. She had a hard time keeping her skills out of her side of the relationship---but she at least made sure not to share her findings with him. She figured he was doing the same thing.
But, there were perks to being with a member of the same team, too.
No one else understood the demons associated with the job better than another profiler. Emily was thankful that she never had to explain why she needed what she needed at the end---or in the middle---of a long case.
"I wasn't really going to say anything," she murmured, "I knew you'd stop me."
He smiled again---that small curve of his lips that told her how happy he was with her---and she felt her insides warming.
"You're using my profile against me."
"You can use mine against me in a few minutes," she purred, after leaning in and kissing his temple near his ear, "if you'd like."
Aaron gave a small amused, and aroused, snort of laughter. Since her mouth was near his ear, his mouth was near hers. When he spoke, his voice vibrated through her body.
"I'd like," he told her. He kissed her jaw. "But, I don't think I can wait until we get to my place."
Emily startled at his words. There were only a handful of times that his control was so worn down; each time he sought her out for true release, from his demons, from the job, and even from reality to some extent, she luxuriated in the aches and bruises and love bites for days to come despite having to hide them from the rest of the team.
There was something so satisfying about allowing someone to consume her, and being allowed to consume that someone in return.
She pulled back and looked at him. She thought about asking him to rein in his impulses until they did arrive at his apartment but the expression on his face---and his track record with her---made her reconsider.
"Alley or bathroom?" she asked.
"Alley. It's cleaner."
Emily laughed and nodded. "Well, that's debatable, but alright."
He took one more sip of her drink and then allowed her to drain it. The scotch burned in her throat and continued to do so until it landed in her stomach, but it was the look in Aaron's eyes that set her insides on fire.
She put a couple of bills on the bar and saluted the man behind the counter before rotating off of the stool. Aaron followed her after a beat; his warm hand rested on her lower back, telling her he was directly behind her the whole way out into the crisp night air.
After walking far enough into the alley so that shadows covered both of them, Aaron's hand moved to her hip. It curved and gripped her before its arm pushed her into the brick wall of the building. She let out a gasp of surprise but couldn't catch her breath because his mouth was on hers before she had a chance.
Emily whimpered as she kissed him back, as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, as she let him push her against the wall with a bit more force. She had done sex in semi-public places in her adventurous youth, especially when she lived in boarding school dormitories that frowned upon such types of fraternisation, but not since breaking out into her FBI career and all the responsibility that was required for such a position. Doing it with Aaron, another staid and serious member of the Bureau, was much more thrilling than it was with a fumbling teenager; not only was it much better sex, but it was a rush to know someone else was breaking the rules, both legal and personal, with her.
"Thank god you wore a skirt tonight," he mumbled between kisses.
She let out a little laugh and rocked her hips against his. "If I had known you wanted easy access, I might have left my underwear at home."
Aaron groaned. His forehead dropped to her shoulder as the aroused sound escaped his throat. Emily thought he was going to need a moment to recover from her taunt, but he surprised her by reaching under her skirt and hooking his fingers into the lace band of the small swatch of a garment and started tugging them over the curves of her ass and thighs.
She stepped out of the clump fabric when it fell at her feet, but before she could snatch it up, Aaron bent down and grabbed it. He pocketed her underwear and grinned.
"Do I get them back?"
"Maybe."
Emily laughed. "Alright," she agreed. "But, you know what we say about keeping trophies..."
He groaned again before kissing her. "Stop talking now," he insisted.
"Yes, sir," she whispered.
Aaron's grip on her hips tightened.
It didn't scare her, though. If anything, it aroused her further.
Emily whimpered and reached down between them to fumble with his belt and pants. "Hurry," she said, her voice turning into an urgent hiss.
Her lover gave a little grunt when her hand found what it had been seeking. Emily wrapped her fingers around his growing erection and stroked it.
"Easy, tiger," Aaron mumbled.
She laughed and kissed him.
It didn't take long to speed things along. After a few kisses, Aaron was helping Emily to hook her leg over his hip as he inched closer and positioned himself in the juncture of her thighs. He pressed forward, sliding in at the right angle so Emily could feel every inch, and he lifted her other leg when she was ready to move.
Her hair caught on the brick; the rough stone reminded her where they were with every thrust of Aaron's hips into hers. It was an unyielding surface unlike the bed Emily knew was waiting for them, but she didn't mind. In fact, how wrong it felt made her want it more---but she wasn't going to study that feeling too much.
"More," she whispered.
Aaron yielded to her request. Emily tried not to make much noise but it was a struggle not to lose herself in the sensations he was inspiring inside her body. She could feel the tension in his shoulders; she knew he was struggling, too, not to react too much.
When she crashed into her orgasm, she bit her lip and tipped her head back into the wall behind her as the muscles in her body trembled.
She vaguely sensed his climax but she was still reeling from the aftereffects of hers to react much.
"God," she said on a long exhalation. "That was..."
"Yeah, I know," he whispered in agreement.
Between kisses, they righted their bodies and clothing. They didn't leave the darkness of the alley immediately, because they were still touching and kissing every few moments.
When they did, they did so carefully, at a safe distance while watching to make sure no one was paying them too much attention. Once they were clear of the mouth of the alley, Aaron reached out and caught her hand in his.
"So, your place or mine?" he asked.
"Your place is closer," she reminded him.
He grinned and nodded, tugging her closer. He released her hand so he could put his arm around her shoulders.
Emily smiled and leaned against him as they walked.
She raised her eyes and caught a glimpse of a familiar---and shocked---face on the sidewalk.
Derek's expression recovered quickly as he looked over his supervisor and partner. A little smile quirked his lips and he winked in Emily's direction, since she was the only one to have noticed the other man.
They passed each other, walking in opposite ways, and Emily almost gave a little laugh of relief (and of anticipation for what would come the next time they were in the office together).
"Was that Morgan?" Aaron asked quietly in her ear.
"Um... yeah."
He chuckled. "Okay. Well, Monday'll be interesting."
His lips pressed a kiss to the side of her head. Emily gave into her impulse to laugh.
They had been caught and it looked like they would survive another day.