Control
Title: Control
Author name:allkindsoffics
Pairing: Prentiss/OFC, Prentiss/OMC
Character: Emily Prentiss
Rating: nc-17
Word count: 696
Warnings/Spoilers: um, I don’t know… sex, yep that's right sex
Disclaimer: 5x20- “A Thousand Words”
Summary: Prentiss books a “Sin to Win” weekend
Author’s note: Day 4 -Write a story/excerpt to include the line, “Sorry, we can’t insure you for a journey like that.”
Author's note 2: Never written smut, so.... O yeah, and I love feedback.
“I would like to book a sin to win weekend,” Emily says to the booking agent over the phone. She fucking needs a weekend away.
“No problem, ma’am. However, I’m sorry; we can’t insure you for a journey like that as we usually do for our trips.”
“No worries, I don’t need insurance,” Emily says smirking as she pets Sergio.
Sin to win, it’s the perfect weekend; she needs to get the hell away from the blood and gore, throw some money away, and into bed with someone who will make her forget her own goddamn name. She’s not particular, a woman swirling her tongue between her legs or a man taking her against a door, almost anything satisfying, rough, and fervent.
She’s not missing it this time; screw the BAU. She’s thinking of leaving to have a life she can call her own. She loves her team, but when she was in Paris, even though she was in hiding, she felt like she had control of herself.
She arrives in Atlantic City and can just breathe. She releases her sexual and money throwing sides here; she can unwind. These weekends are always filled with beautiful men and women who want to have causal, don’t call you ever again, sex. Emily loves it. Anonymous (safe, of course) sex with willing and experienced partners is hell-yeah good.
The first night, she meets a bouncy, curvy blonde in a spunky rainbow top and magenta bubble skirt who may or may not remind her of a certain technical analyst. The woman has dexterous fingers that probe and prod Emily just right. The woman has Emily wrapped around her fluorescently painted pinky finger. Emily cries out but is muffled by a leisurely kiss. She frames Emily’s head with her knees and pins down Emily’s arms; she rides Emily’s face and Emily swirls her tongue and uses her teeth. She shoves her tongue in and out and then when she feels the body above her start to tense, she tweaks the woman’s engorged clit. Her mouth is flooded and she laps it up. The woman slides down Emily’s body and they continue having mind-blowing orgasms. They both come as the gyrate against each other; one knee between the other’s legs. Emily makes the woman come once, just tugging on and twirling around her luscious nipples with her mouth. However, there is no doubt the blonde is in control. They’re both sated after a handful of orgasms each, and Emily dress quickly returning to her room.
Maybe she does like giving up control…
But the next night, she finds herself pinning down an older businessman with dark hair and stern but sparkling eyes. She pushes him down onto his mattress and when he touches her, she slaps his hands away.
“No touching,” she orders sternly.
After undressing him, she licks him from balls to head being careful to pull away as he teeters on the edge of orgasm. He reaches to hold her there and let him come, but she slaps him across the thighs as a warning. His cock jumps happily and she grins deviously. When she’s done terrorizing him with her mouth, she tears the condom open and rolls it down. She lowers herself agonizingly slow down onto him. She places his hands on the headboard to guarantee he doesn’t touch and he smirks up at her. She rocks back and forth over him; she leans over him and lays her hand over his nipples. She rubs back and forth over his chest as she quickens her tempo. She can feel him begin to tighten and she stops, leans back, and goes excruciatingly slow, massaging her own breasts. His eyes darken and he stares at the show she’s putting on and she can feel him twitch inside her. Finally, when she’s teetering herself, she leans forward again and rides him roughly. They collapse on the bed, he doses, and she slips out of the room.
Maybe, it’s not even control that she wants. Maybe, it’s just the choice if she gives up her control or not. She doesn’t have that choice at the BAU and she wants it; she wants a fucking choice.