CM fic - Little Black Dress - Emily/Jordan
Title: Little Black Dress
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pairing: Emily/Jordan
Rating: Off-the-scales NC-17
Spoilers/Warnings: For “52 Pickup” (just can’t forget Emily in that black dress) and a whole lot of crazy wild sex.
A/N: I couldn’t think tonight. I really needed to write on something else but my brain hurts (sorry Sofia!), and I needed to clear it. Thank God for Emily in a skimpy black dress!!! Woot!
Goddamn it! If he looks at Emily like that one more time, you’re going to shove that smirk down his cocky fucking throat. Fuck me, but she looks hot tonight!
Goddamn it, you weren’t going to let this happen again. You took a break from counterterrorism after your affair went sour with Rachel, and you thought this would be a good chance to build some new skills, maybe learn a few new tricks. The only trick you want to learn right now is if Emily’s tongue is really as flexible as it looks. The urge to bang your head on the bar table in front of you is really fucking strong when she flicks her tongue out, smiling and teasing Viper. The swarmy fucker. He can look at her that way and she can flirt back with him, and no one gives a damn. All you want to do is shut both of them up by pinning her to the table and fucking her in front of everyone, claiming her right then and there, making sure everyone knows to back the fuck off.
You feel the heat rise in your face at the image of Emily’s little black dress hiked up around her waist, screaming your name in this crowded bar, when she suddenly grabs your hand and drags you out of the bar. She’s talking to Hotch, passing along information. You speak, but you’re not sure what you say. She’s a step ahead of you and you smell her. Everything else is forgotten.
She clicks the remote to open the doors, but before you can separate to go to your side, you grab her arm and twirl her around so her back is pressed into the cold metal of the SUV. You slide your thigh along the inside of her leg, teasing her to open up to you, and she does…willingly.
She does that little flick with her tongue and smiles at you knowingly, “I had to get us out of there. If I didn’t, you were going to fuck me right there in the bar, weren’t you?” She leans in and teases your lips with her tongue and you swear your knees buckle. “Now, it’s going to be a parking lot instead.”
Oh, hell no. No one gets to see this woman naked but you. You step back, allowing Emily the room to move to the side, and you open the back door of the vehicle.
“Get in,” she complies and soon you are enveloped in darkness in the small space.
You find her in the dark and wrap one arm around her waist, pulling her into a kiss, deep and needy. You can feel her moving her hands around and behind her, managing to slip her heels off. You lift her skirt and slip off her panties. Already you can smell her and you know she wants this as much as you want to give it.
There was little preamble to it and no need for foreplay. She slid your hand between her legs making it well known what she wanted. With three fingers you entered her. The muscles clenched at your fingers, but you slipped easily in and out. The wet slopping sounds the only noise in the dark space except your moans.
“Oh God,” she lifted your dress and dug her nails into your back, trying to hold herself up, “Oh God…I…I can’t stay up like this. I need to…”
You remembered what you wanted to do to her earlier, the vision of the fantasy so vivid in your mind. You slowed your fingers and kissed her, feeling her quiver in your arms from her unreleased need.
“Turn around,” she looked at your curiously, “Bend over.”
She only hesitated a moment before following the gentle commands. You watched in wonder as she bent over and offered her body to you. You bite your lip and felt the coil of desire build inside again.
“Fuck me but you’re beautiful!” You strip off your clothes and lean over, letting your curls brush against the inside of her thighs, then dragging your nails down the length of her back. A guttural growl fills the vehicle, and you aren’t sure if it was her or you and you don’t really care. You couldn’t resist anymore. You need to see her come undone from your touch.
Sliding your hand between your bodies, you again easily slipped three fingers inside of her. She sighed in appreciation, her body responding immediately to the stimulation, her hips rocking back against your hand.
“Harder…oh God…oh fuck,” she muttered and cursed a litany of dirty words and obscenities. It drove you crazy to hear her talk like that while her body insisted on a deeper and harder exploration.
She was practically slamming her body against your hand, demanding to be fucked thoroughly, until she pushed back hard one final time, her body tensing and the muscles spasming around your fingers.
“Oh FUCK! Oh Jor…,” she didn’t get your name completely out before she collapsed to the rough carpet. You followed her down, enjoying the last remnants of her orgasm pulsing softly against your fingers. You held her for a while, letting her gather herself again.
Eventually, she turned to you and smirked, “Remind me never to wear that dress into the office.”
“Deal.” Her smile borders on a mischievous evil and you wonder what you started with the mysterious agent. You shiver a little not knowing what to expect when she lifts your leg and licks and bites at the bend behind your knee.
If it was humanly possible to get any wetter, you were now watching her tongue work its magic down the inside of your thigh, a hand on your other leg opening you up as she settled between your thighs.
You look at her then; really look at her, poised above you ready to pounce. Her body coils and flexes as if it can hardly contain itself. The woman is fucking goddess and you are willingly offering yourself as a human sexual sacrifice on her altar. She could ask any crazy freaky sex thing from you right now and you’d gladly give it just to feel her naked body on yours, for that maddening tongue to keep moving closer to your center.
When it finally does, you bite down on your hand to stifle a scream. With the other hand, you reach to wrap it in her hair but she moves aside.
“Nooo, I know what I’m doing. You won’t be disappointed, trust me.” You scrap at the carpet beneath you when she lifts your legs, opening you for better access. You have nothing to grab on to so you eventually grab your own legs and pull them to you.
She smiles wickedly and nips at your clit, making you yelp. She sucks at you pulling you closer to the edge before sitting back and teasing you with one finger, dancing around your opening before slipping in halfway then back out. She’s deliberately driving you crazy and you love it. Finally, she buries her finger in all the way and when she brings it back out, she sucks it clean making hungry moaning sounds.
“God, Emily…you’re killing me here. Please,” you beg. You’re not above begging anymore. You need to feel her inside of you and you’re about to beg for that too when she leans over you, watching the changes in your face as she pushes two then three fingers into you.
She smiles when your eyes roll into the back of your head, “You like that, don’t you? You like the way it feels when I fuck you.”
Your voice is a husky sigh, “Fuck…yes. God, yes. Emily?”
You can feel the coil deep in your belly tighten until it’s almost painful. She pumps into you at a steadily faster pace. You want…no, you need to come, and you want to do it with her fingers in you. You need this, and when she gently whispers “come for me,” her eyes tell you all you need to know. She needs this too. You’ll ask the question of why later. For now, you simply kiss her, leaving any questions or doubts for another time.