Kind of Tame
Title: Kind of Tame
Author: Alsike
Fandom: X-Men/Criminal Minds x-over
Pairing: Emma Frost/Emily Prentiss
Rating: PG-15
AN/Disclaimer: Not my girls.
Word Count: 598
Prompt: 016. Toys
Apologies: Let's torture JJ #2.
“What are those?” asked JJ as she picked up the smooth metal hoops that had clattered to the floor as Emily picked up her jacket in the locker room. She inspected them carefully. The ends weren’t conjoined, but stood up from the curve at an angle. A little screw that winched them closer was attached to them. Emily went white.
“Nothing!” she yelped and groped for them. JJ closed her hand and pulled them away.
“Oh no. You’re not getting these back until you tell me what they are!”
Emily grimaced. “You really don’t want to know, Jayj.”
JJ stuck her hands on her hip. “I think I do.”
Emily shook her head. “You hate it when I talk about that stuff.”
“Oh come on. They can’t be sex toys!”
Emily bit her lip. JJ opened her hand and stared at the hoops with a look of horror. She closed her fist and stiffly gave them back. Emily slipped them into her pocket with a shake of her head. “I shouldn’t have taken them off,” she muttered, and left.
JJ shook and tried to recover her equanimity before following.
---
“I can’t take it anymore!” JJ yelled at Emily out of the blue, scaring her enough to make her drop the file she was holding. “My mind is going crazy! What are they? Nipple clamps? Clit clamps? Some horrible piercing rings? Electroshock conductors?”
Emily gaped. “They’re washers, for the shower head. There was… an incident and I had to take them off. But the whole thing fell apart, so I need to get a few more from the hardware store.”
“What?” JJ stared at her in shock. “But you- you…”
“Hello Jennifer,” Emma purred. “Looking after my darling for me?”
JJ yelped in surprise. Emma always snuck up on her (and sometimes grabbed her ass) but she was never prepared. She looked between them, Emma’s unreadable smirk, Emily’s apologetic poker face. She felt like crying with frustration, but she knew she wasn’t getting an answer. She turned and marched out.
Emma slipped an arm around Emily’s shoulders and guided her toward the bathroom.
Once inside she held out her hand. Emily plunked the washers into her palm.
“I told you not to take them off.”
“I’m at work!” Emily hissed.
“And would they not have created less of a disturbance if you had left them on?”
Emily shrugged unhappily.
“Now you get to wear them home.”
“Emma.”
“Shirt.”
Emily tugged her shirt up and Emma popped one of the rings into her mouth until it was warm and wet. Then she tugged the cup of Emily’s bra down until the nipple was visible, set the ring around it and tightened. Emily bit her lip, but couldn’t stop her body from responding to the warm wet metal. Emma licked the tip tantalizingly.
“Emma, I’m at work.”
“You’re off duty.” She held the other under cold running water and then tightened it around her nipple a little more forcefully. Emily let out a gasp like a breathless keen. “Anyway. You took them off. I’m not about to put out now.”
Emily leaned in, her shirt still hiked up over her breasts, the metal and her tight nipples making a clear outline against her bra cups, and rubbed against Emma. Then she caught her earlobe with her tongue and bit down on it gently.
Emma’s fingers wound in her hair. “I have made you such a dirty girl.”
“I always was one,” Emily murmured against her with a grin. “You’re just the first one who wanted me to let it out.”
Author: Alsike
Fandom: X-Men/Criminal Minds x-over
Pairing: Emma Frost/Emily Prentiss
Rating: PG-15
AN/Disclaimer: Not my girls.
Word Count: 598
Prompt: 016. Toys
Apologies: Let's torture JJ #2.
“What are those?” asked JJ as she picked up the smooth metal hoops that had clattered to the floor as Emily picked up her jacket in the locker room. She inspected them carefully. The ends weren’t conjoined, but stood up from the curve at an angle. A little screw that winched them closer was attached to them. Emily went white.
“Nothing!” she yelped and groped for them. JJ closed her hand and pulled them away.
“Oh no. You’re not getting these back until you tell me what they are!”
Emily grimaced. “You really don’t want to know, Jayj.”
JJ stuck her hands on her hip. “I think I do.”
Emily shook her head. “You hate it when I talk about that stuff.”
“Oh come on. They can’t be sex toys!”
Emily bit her lip. JJ opened her hand and stared at the hoops with a look of horror. She closed her fist and stiffly gave them back. Emily slipped them into her pocket with a shake of her head. “I shouldn’t have taken them off,” she muttered, and left.
JJ shook and tried to recover her equanimity before following.
---
“I can’t take it anymore!” JJ yelled at Emily out of the blue, scaring her enough to make her drop the file she was holding. “My mind is going crazy! What are they? Nipple clamps? Clit clamps? Some horrible piercing rings? Electroshock conductors?”
Emily gaped. “They’re washers, for the shower head. There was… an incident and I had to take them off. But the whole thing fell apart, so I need to get a few more from the hardware store.”
“What?” JJ stared at her in shock. “But you- you…”
“Hello Jennifer,” Emma purred. “Looking after my darling for me?”
JJ yelped in surprise. Emma always snuck up on her (and sometimes grabbed her ass) but she was never prepared. She looked between them, Emma’s unreadable smirk, Emily’s apologetic poker face. She felt like crying with frustration, but she knew she wasn’t getting an answer. She turned and marched out.
Emma slipped an arm around Emily’s shoulders and guided her toward the bathroom.
Once inside she held out her hand. Emily plunked the washers into her palm.
“I told you not to take them off.”
“I’m at work!” Emily hissed.
“And would they not have created less of a disturbance if you had left them on?”
Emily shrugged unhappily.
“Now you get to wear them home.”
“Emma.”
“Shirt.”
Emily tugged her shirt up and Emma popped one of the rings into her mouth until it was warm and wet. Then she tugged the cup of Emily’s bra down until the nipple was visible, set the ring around it and tightened. Emily bit her lip, but couldn’t stop her body from responding to the warm wet metal. Emma licked the tip tantalizingly.
“Emma, I’m at work.”
“You’re off duty.” She held the other under cold running water and then tightened it around her nipple a little more forcefully. Emily let out a gasp like a breathless keen. “Anyway. You took them off. I’m not about to put out now.”
Emily leaned in, her shirt still hiked up over her breasts, the metal and her tight nipples making a clear outline against her bra cups, and rubbed against Emma. Then she caught her earlobe with her tongue and bit down on it gently.
Emma’s fingers wound in her hair. “I have made you such a dirty girl.”
“I always was one,” Emily murmured against her with a grin. “You’re just the first one who wanted me to let it out.”