Nervous - CM fic - Emily/Jordan
Title: Nervous
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pairing: Emily/Jordan
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: none
Spoilers: 4x08, Masterpiece & 4x09, 52 Pickup
A/N: Shaych_03 put this in my head when she pointed out Emily’s “Do I make you nervous?” comment in “Masterpiece”. I HAD to use it in a fic. FYI, Emily & Jordan are a new crack pairing for me. So hot and SOOO gay!
A/N2: I hate this title, but I couldn’t think of anything better. Sorry!
In silence, Emily pulled the SUV out of the bar’s parking lot. She glanced sideways at Jordan in the passenger seat, who was adjusting the air vents. They hadn’t spent much time together, but Emily already knew that Jordan was always cold, while Emily was always hot.
Emily had felt drawn to Jordan the first day JJ introduced her to the team. Even then, she couldn’t help watching her as she walked away. She had an urge to look out for her and protect her, even though she knew there was no need for it. Jordan had come from counterterrorism. She wasn’t exactly wide-eyed and innocent, and for some reason, that particular thought sent Emily’s mind reeling. Jordan was as far removed from JJ as Emily could get. She was dark and mysterious, moody and determined with a sharp and wicked sense of humor. She reminded Emily a lot of herself actually. Jordan was also the new kid on the block and taking some shots from Hotch. Emily had been there before, and she had learned to dance delicately around the team.
She took a deep breath and fought to get her mind back on business. “You did a great job in there, Jordan.”
Jordan leaned back against the door, angling to look fully at Emily. Emily fought to look Jordan in the eye, the low cut black dress Jordan wore leaving almost nothing to the imagination. Not for the first time wondering if there wasn’t something to Viper’s comment about not being able to make eye contact with people you find attractive. She couldn’t seem to make it a few days ago in Jordan’s office, and without the distraction of Viper and the bar, she was having an even harder time now.
“Are you kidding? I’m surprised there was a stub left of him when you were done chewing him down!” Jordan laughed heartedly at the remembered shock on Viper’s face. “You’re one helluva woman, Emily Prentiss.”
Emily pulled to a stop at a red light, realizing she was smiling stupidly at the compliment. Jordan’s deep and sexy voice sending a warm feeling rushing through her body. She’ll never know what possessed her at that moment, but she turned a wicked smile on Jordan, practically leering. She had crossed this line once with JJ and while her head told her to stop, her heart and body weren’t cooperating.
“You’re not so bad yourself, Jordan.”
Jordan stopped laughing as Emily leaned in closer, smirking at the other agent’s obvious distress, “Do I make you nervous?”
Jordan licked her lips, swallowing hard, “A little.”
“In a bad way?” Emily chuckled evilly as she caught Jordan glance down at her cleavage.
“Not at all.” That’s when Emily caught it, as Jordan looked back up to lock eyes with her.
“It seems Viper was right about one thing,” Jordan creased her brows at the mood-dampening name.
“What’s that, Emily?” Emily leaned in further, until their lips were almost touching.
“Apparently, our eyes do dilate when we find someone attractive. You’ve been giving yourself away all night.” Emily closed the space between them, falling in deep and then pulling back slowly to let her tongue tease Jordan’s lower lip, before tilting her head in the other direction to go back in for more.
A blaring car horn made Emily jump, breaking the mood, but not before she caught Jordan’s smirk and look of pure arousal.
“We’ll finish this later.” It was a statement of fact as obvious as the sun rising in the east. Emily knew this was going to happen.
It didn’t mean things weren’t awkward when they got back to the station. Small talk was always tough once attraction was admitted but not acted on. Emily would glance at her when she thought Jordan wasn’t looking, but Jordan seemed to have gotten herself back in control fairly quickly, melting Emily with a “take me now” smile. If Hotch hadn’t interrupted right then, Emily was sure she would have pinned Jordan against the lockers and undid the clothes Jordan had carefully put back on.
After the short flight, Emily hurriedly went to her car, caught in an internal debate, trying to convince her head to kick her heart’s ass. She had spent most of the flight back avoiding eye contact with Jordan, and cursing Viper. If he had never said anything about eye contact, the fact that she was avoiding it wouldn’t have even occurred to her. Resting her head against the cool metal of her car door, she didn’t notice the slender hand coming to rest next to her face.
“Perhaps I make you nervous, Emily.” Emily jumped and turned to face the dark eyes and sultry smirk.
“Perhaps,” Emily then flailed her hands about and shook her head at her own stupidity. A gorgeous woman was obviously interested in her, she had made a move on this same beautiful woman, and now she’s running. How crazy was that?! “I’m sorry. I’m acting stupid.” She took a deep breath and stepped closer to Jordan. “I want to do this….really.”
Jordan smiled that heart-stopping smile again, “Good. So do I. But…,” Emily held her breath, “let’s do it right.”
Emily quirked an eyebrow at her in amusement, “Oookaayyy.”
Jordan laughed at the unintended innuendo, “That’s not what I mean. Get your mind out of the gutter, Prentiss.”
Emily snapped her fingers, “Darn! But it’s so much fun in the gutter.”
Jordan brushed her fingers against Emily’s arm, her voice disarmingly low, “Don’t worry, we’ll get there eventually. First though, you have to take me out on a date. A real date.”
Emily quivered at the light touch against her skin and warm voice caressing the rest of her, “A date? Mmmm, I think I can handle that.”
“Pick me up at 7 tomorrow night?”
“7 it is.” Emily bit her lip as she watched Jordan walk away. “Damn!”
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Emily picked a quiet Turkish restaurant on the edge of the city. It was small but intimate with low lighting and sultry Middle Eastern music playing softly in the background.
Her “gentlemanliness” had amused Jordan. She couldn’t help but smile at her over her cup of incredibly strong Turkish coffee remembering Emily pulling out her chair, opening not only the car door but the door to the restaurant, and now paying the check. She could get used to this kind of treatment.
“Tell me something, Emily,” Jordan put down her coffee and leaned over the table, allowing Emily an ample view of her breasts. She had deliberately worn one of her most revealing tops. She wouldn’t deny it. “Are you this cavalier in bed or is it every woman for herself?”
Emily flushed hot at the mere thought of what “every woman for herself” could entail. Answering much calmer and confidently than she felt, “Maybe it’s time we left and found out.”
In her haste, she didn’t forget her manners. She still managed to remember to open the car door and keep her eyes on the road when Jordan snaked her hand underneath the edge of Emily’s dress to caress the inside of her thigh. Truth be told, she didn’t remember much between the restaurant and her condo, but she had no problem remembering Jordan pushing her against the cold metal of the closed door, biting hard against her neck and taking advantage of her slightly shorter height to lick between her breasts.
“Jesus, Jordan! You’re not giving me much of a chance to be gallant, you know.”
Jordan leaned back, removing the thin spaghetti strap from Emily’s shoulder, “Maybe I don’t want gallant.”
Emily’s head thumped against the door as Jordan leaned in to kiss her naked shoulder, working her way slowly toward the crook of Emily’s neck.
“In that case, whatever the lady wants, the lady gets,” Emily then pushed off the door, backing Jordan into the couch and lifting her onto the back of it. Jordan’s legs automatically wrapped around Emily’s waist.
Emily teased her fingers along the inside of Jordan’s exposed thigh, the short dress riding up to give her easier access. The tips of her fingers felt the edge of Jordan’s silk panties and the dampness already evident. They both moaned at the light touch.
Without a shred of awkwardness or embarrassment, they locked eyes. The only movement was Emily’s fingers inching higher. Emily wrapped one arm around Jordan’s waist to hold her in place as the other pushed aside the thin fabric, her fingers easily sliding into Jordan. Neither closed their eyes or looked away. Both relished the intimacy of the moment, feeling it in their bones, enjoying the rightness of it.
Eventually, Jordan tilted her hips slightly to give Emily better access and said one word, “Deeper.”
Emily complied and added an extra finger for good measure. This undid Jordan, her head falling back as Emily held her up. With long, slow strokes, Emily drove Jordan from deep moans of pleasure to quick gasps that begged for more. Jordan pulled up and wrapped her arms around Emily’s neck, holding on for dear life as her hips took on a life of their own, panting her need in Emily’s ear.
“Fuck me, Emily…oh God, harder…please!”
Emily shifted her hand so that her thumb grazed Jordan’s clit with each incoming stroke. She pumped hard and faster, until the muscles in her arm burned and she felt Jordan’s body tighten, the grip around her neck becoming impossibly tighter. Emily could have sworn that she came too when Jordan dug her nails into her back, making her hiss and bite down on Jordan’s shoulder.
There was no slowing down or waiting. Jordan unzipped Emily’s dress, pulling it up over her thighs and hips, forcing them apart. Emily ripped the dress up over her head and flung it heedlessly to the floor somewhere a few feet away. She kicked off her heels before helping Jordan off with her clothes.
“Why bother with taking them off now?” Jordan’s eyes danced with barely contained amusement.
Emily wrapped her arms back around Jordan’s waist, sighing at the contact of Jordan’s breasts on her own, “Because I wanted to feel you naked against me.”
“A beautiful and logical woman…I like that.” Then Jordan kissed her, letting their tongues dance and linger. Emily realized she was being teased and pulled away reluctantly.
“No teasing, Jordan. I don’t need nor do I want gallantry either. Not right now anyway.”
“I assume you have a bedroom?” Emily tilted her head at the stairs and took Jordan’s hand.
When they got there, the lights stayed off. Jordan came up behind Emily, running her hands along rounded hips and a firm ass.
“Do you want me to tell you what I thought the first time I met you?” Jordan placed kisses along Emily’s spine, before pushing aside her long hair to kiss along her neck. Emily didn’t answer. She didn’t need to.
“I thought that you had a beautiful smile and warm hands. I remember shaking your hand and for a brief moment I looked at our hands together and thought how perfect they looked together.” Jordan took one of Emily’s hands in her own, lifting it to her lips, kissing each digit softly. “Somehow I knew these hands would eventually touch me. I don’t know how I knew, I just felt it.”
Emily had every intention of responding, but when Jordan released her hand and she felt Jordan slip between her legs, words failed her. Emily let her fingers caress Jordan’s forearm, enjoying the warm rush spreading through her body.
Jordan walked around to stand in front of Emily, her hand never leaving the spot between Emily’s legs. “Do you want me to tell you something else, Emily?”
“Let me guess, you like to talk a lot during sex.”
“Funny, I was going to tell you what I was going to do to you, but since you don’t want to know…,” Jordan stopped all movement.
“No…no, no, tell me…please. Just…don’t stop, okay?”
Jordan smirked, loving having control over this beautiful creature, “I’m going to taste you, every inch of your luscious body. I’m going to put my fingers inside you and suck on your clit and then I’m going to fuck you with my tongue until you cum in my mouth.”
Emily groaned, “Do you promise? Because I swear if you don’t get with it quickly, you’re going to miss your chance, especially if you keep talking dirty like that.”
“What the lady wants, the lady gets.” Jordan led Emily to the bed until Emily fell back against the covers. She then knelt in front of Emily’s spread legs, making good on her promise.