Victimization Fantasie No. 1
Title: Victimization Fantasie No. 1
Author: Alsike
Fandom: X-Men/Criminal Minds x-over
Pairing: Emma Frost/Emily Prentiss
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 799
Prompt: 010. To the Hilt
Apologies: Fuck-Buddies Era
“You mean you’ve really never?”
Emily tucked her knees to her chest and hung her head. “No,” she said weakly, like a child.
Emma laughed and swatted the top of her head. “I thought you were a lesbian.”
“I am!” Emily frowned and looked cross-eyed as if she were trying to see her own mouth. She wondered why it had said that so easily and with such force, when she had never been able to manage to make it say such a thing without a slightly apologetic whimper in any other context. “And I’ve… done it. I’ve just… never had it done to me.”
Emma dropped onto the bed next to her and covered her eyes. “Remind me to psychically traumatize your old girlfriends if we run into any, all right?”
“Sure.” Emily did not have any scruples about this.
“So…” Emma rolled onto her side and propped her head up on her elbow. “Do you want to try it?”
Emily looked skittish. “I just… don’t find it that sexy.”
Emma pouted. “Don’t you have any victimization fantasies we can play around with?”
“No.” Emily gave her a sharp look.
“I get what you mean about the not sexy, but it’s all context.” She was whining now. “I could tie you up, and use one that was really hard-“
“I said I didn’t have any victimization fantasies!”
Emma gave her a look. She did not believe this. Emily wasn’t certain if she believed it either, but she was sticking with her claim.
“You’re scared.”
“I’m not scared!”
“Yes you are. You tense up if I give you too much warning that I’m going to penetrate you.”
“You never give me any warning!”
Emma shrugged. “Lie to yourself if you want.”
Emily gaped. “That’s not fair. Just because I’m not-“
“Are you going to call me a slut?” Emma snapped at her. “Because if you go there, you don’t want to know where I’ll go.” She glared.
Emily breathed in slowly. She didn’t snap back. Snapping back led to hurt feelings and sometimes biting. “I was going to say, ‘just because I’m not as comfortable with my sexuality as you.’ And yes, I’m not totally comfortable with penetration. I didn’t… I didn’t really like it before.” She looked away shyly. “But I like it with you. I’m not afraid of you.”
“So you’d let me cock-fuck you if I had a real one?”
Emily cringed. “I don’t even know how to conceptualize that.”
“You think too much.” Emma got up on her knees and pushed Emily down onto the bed. She swung her knee over her hips and ground into her. “If you’re into it, you won’t care what I put in you.”
Emily groaned and flopped back, lifting her hips slightly to increase the contact. “You really know how to say the most unromantic things.”
“It’s true.” Emma shifted her weight onto her hands and bent to kiss her throat. “You’ll be like: ‘Oh God,’” She faked desperation and humped Emily’s leg exaggeratedly. “’Fuck me, please, fuck me. Is that a spatula? Put it in me, God damn it! Put it in me now!’”
Emily laughed so hard her eyes teared up. Emma slid her hands underneath her shirt and onto smooth warm skin. She made a noise that sounded like a purr, and nuzzled Emily’s chest. Emily arched and Emma took the opportunity to strip off her shirt. She used her teeth to tug down Emily’s bra, just enough to expose her nipple, and then wrapped her lips around it. She hummed, and Emily whimpered.
“I told you.”
Emily’s knees spread and Emma slipped between them, her fingers rubbing firmly along the seam of her jeans.
---
Emily was nearly crying from the teasing. She was wet and hot and needed more. Emma caught up the dildo and pressed the head against her. Emily let out a small cry, but opened even more and lifted her hips. Emma pushed it deep into her, and then settled onto the other end, keeping her hand cupped around the bend in the silicone shaft.
“God, please, Emma…”
Emma drew slowly out and then pushed in again. Emily hooked her ankles together around Emma’s back and started driving against her, fucking herself even harder than Emma was fucking her.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous like this,” Emma whispered. Emily’s eyes were closed and her head rolled back in the halo of her dark hair. She gave a rough gasp as Emma slammed into her again. “Don’t you dare say you don’t like this. I’m fucking you to the hilt, and you’re loving every second of it.”
“Please-”
Emma pinned down her shoulders and drove in again. Emily’s back arched, and her body broke out in a thin sweat. “Scream for me.”
…
“Emma!”
Author: Alsike
Fandom: X-Men/Criminal Minds x-over
Pairing: Emma Frost/Emily Prentiss
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 799
Prompt: 010. To the Hilt
Apologies: Fuck-Buddies Era
“You mean you’ve really never?”
Emily tucked her knees to her chest and hung her head. “No,” she said weakly, like a child.
Emma laughed and swatted the top of her head. “I thought you were a lesbian.”
“I am!” Emily frowned and looked cross-eyed as if she were trying to see her own mouth. She wondered why it had said that so easily and with such force, when she had never been able to manage to make it say such a thing without a slightly apologetic whimper in any other context. “And I’ve… done it. I’ve just… never had it done to me.”
Emma dropped onto the bed next to her and covered her eyes. “Remind me to psychically traumatize your old girlfriends if we run into any, all right?”
“Sure.” Emily did not have any scruples about this.
“So…” Emma rolled onto her side and propped her head up on her elbow. “Do you want to try it?”
Emily looked skittish. “I just… don’t find it that sexy.”
Emma pouted. “Don’t you have any victimization fantasies we can play around with?”
“No.” Emily gave her a sharp look.
“I get what you mean about the not sexy, but it’s all context.” She was whining now. “I could tie you up, and use one that was really hard-“
“I said I didn’t have any victimization fantasies!”
Emma gave her a look. She did not believe this. Emily wasn’t certain if she believed it either, but she was sticking with her claim.
“You’re scared.”
“I’m not scared!”
“Yes you are. You tense up if I give you too much warning that I’m going to penetrate you.”
“You never give me any warning!”
Emma shrugged. “Lie to yourself if you want.”
Emily gaped. “That’s not fair. Just because I’m not-“
“Are you going to call me a slut?” Emma snapped at her. “Because if you go there, you don’t want to know where I’ll go.” She glared.
Emily breathed in slowly. She didn’t snap back. Snapping back led to hurt feelings and sometimes biting. “I was going to say, ‘just because I’m not as comfortable with my sexuality as you.’ And yes, I’m not totally comfortable with penetration. I didn’t… I didn’t really like it before.” She looked away shyly. “But I like it with you. I’m not afraid of you.”
“So you’d let me cock-fuck you if I had a real one?”
Emily cringed. “I don’t even know how to conceptualize that.”
“You think too much.” Emma got up on her knees and pushed Emily down onto the bed. She swung her knee over her hips and ground into her. “If you’re into it, you won’t care what I put in you.”
Emily groaned and flopped back, lifting her hips slightly to increase the contact. “You really know how to say the most unromantic things.”
“It’s true.” Emma shifted her weight onto her hands and bent to kiss her throat. “You’ll be like: ‘Oh God,’” She faked desperation and humped Emily’s leg exaggeratedly. “’Fuck me, please, fuck me. Is that a spatula? Put it in me, God damn it! Put it in me now!’”
Emily laughed so hard her eyes teared up. Emma slid her hands underneath her shirt and onto smooth warm skin. She made a noise that sounded like a purr, and nuzzled Emily’s chest. Emily arched and Emma took the opportunity to strip off her shirt. She used her teeth to tug down Emily’s bra, just enough to expose her nipple, and then wrapped her lips around it. She hummed, and Emily whimpered.
“I told you.”
Emily’s knees spread and Emma slipped between them, her fingers rubbing firmly along the seam of her jeans.
---
Emily was nearly crying from the teasing. She was wet and hot and needed more. Emma caught up the dildo and pressed the head against her. Emily let out a small cry, but opened even more and lifted her hips. Emma pushed it deep into her, and then settled onto the other end, keeping her hand cupped around the bend in the silicone shaft.
“God, please, Emma…”
Emma drew slowly out and then pushed in again. Emily hooked her ankles together around Emma’s back and started driving against her, fucking herself even harder than Emma was fucking her.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous like this,” Emma whispered. Emily’s eyes were closed and her head rolled back in the halo of her dark hair. She gave a rough gasp as Emma slammed into her again. “Don’t you dare say you don’t like this. I’m fucking you to the hilt, and you’re loving every second of it.”
“Please-”
Emma pinned down her shoulders and drove in again. Emily’s back arched, and her body broke out in a thin sweat. “Scream for me.”
…
“Emma!”