Release
Title: Release
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Characters/Pairing: Prentiss/Rossi
Genre: Romance/Angst
Summary: Emily has a new way of finding release, but she didn’t expect to get caught in the act.
Warnings: Some drug use
Prompt: Emily on drugs having sex with someone from the BAU
Release
It’s been forever since she’s done this.
She’s no stranger to drugs, and in some ways, she hates them so much - for what they’d done to Matthew, done to herself.
Now, though, tension is omnipresent, and settling down with a glass of red and a good book just doesn’t cut it anymore. Sex or violence would be preferable, but there’s no viable candidate for either of those outlets - she sees enough not to ever want to bring a stranger home for sex ever again.
So she finds the bag sitting in the bottom drawer of her armoire - it’s been there for a while, so it’s not going to be as potent as it once had been, but it’ll be enough to take the edge off. What she’s doing is so illegal it’s not funny - she’d definitely lose her job if Hotch ever found out. Right now, though, she doesn’t care.
It’s ten minutes later when the doorbell rings. She’s mellow by that point - not to the point where a stranger would take notice of her behavior, but definitely to the point where one of the team would. She’s hoping like hell that it’s a neighbor, or someone collecting donations for some charity, but already she gets the feeling that that’s probably a pipe dream.
See, she tells herself, paranoia’s setting in already.
It’s probably going to be either Morgan or Rossi - they’re the ones that take the most proactive roles in protection detail, but that’s not to say the others don’t care. She knows she’d taken this case a little hard, hence, the need to relieve that tension.
‘You’re high,’ Rossi says, not seconds after she’s opened the door, and she really, really can’t help but let out a giggle - not really a giggle, a snort is more accurate.
And horny, she thinks to herself, which is a surprise, because that had really come out of nowhere. She pulls him inside, not saying a word. He looks different - and whether that’s the drugs that are affecting her perception, or because he’s off the clock, she’s not quite sure.
She pulls him close, and he doesn’t resist.
‘Emily...’
‘Please...’ she whispers, taking his hand, and letting it rest on her breast. ‘Please, Rossi.’ She’s so close to him, she can feel her breath against his skin. It’s warm. Passionate. She lets her lips touch his neck, and again, he doesn’t resist.
Things are a little blurry for her - the passage of time feels like it’s sped up and slowed down simultaneously. The strip each other to the core, and it takes forever and yet not time at all. She feels the world spinning as he pins her up against the kitchen counter, and thrusts into her. Every moment in her life so far seems to pale in comparison to this one.
She wakes up in the morning feeling sore, but loose. She’s naked, and her arms are wrapped around one David Rossi. She’s not entirely sure on the details of how she’d gotten to this point, but she knows that it had been fantastic.
‘Never pegged you for a stoner,’ he says, with that trademark Rossi smirk. She rolls her eyes at him - he knows full well the colorful nature of her past.
‘I needed the release,’ she tells him, staring down at his nude body. ‘Looks like I overcompensated.’
‘Don’t be too quick with those judgment calls,’ he says, rolling himself over so he’s hovering over her. He leans down, and kisses her softly on the lips. ‘I’m pretty sure we’re just getting started.’