Boxing Day

Sep 29, 2009 22:13

Title: Boxing Day
Author: Alsike

Fandom: X-Men/Criminal Minds x-over

Pairing: Emma Frost/Emily Prentiss

Rating: R

AN/Disclaimer: Not my girls.

Word Count: 774

Prompt: 025. Fingering
Apologies: Tragically, this is the end of my buffer.  I have two more sketched out, but they're psychotic AUs and not in order, so I may hold off until I can figure out an excuse for why I wrote them in the first place.

This one is set, um, after the Christmas Episode (Didi's first Christmas in the new world).  (Shit, I need to stop writing these and get back to work on Fake Empire, or I will not make it to the Christmas Episode by Christmas).  I have no idea whether or not what's mentioned in it will end up being canon or not.  Right now there's a cameo by JJ's mom, so who knows where its headed.

Emma sat on the sofa and tugged Emily into her lap, resting her chin on her shoulder.  “Hey.”

“Hey.”  Emily smiled.  “You like Christmas better now?”

“Do you?”

Emily considered this, her eyes closed.  “I think so.  We had a good time, didn’t we?  Overall.”

“Shockingly enough.  With your lentils.”

“And your slightly charred toast.”

“Thank god she doesn’t have anything to compare it to.”

“And the truckload of presents probably filled in any gaps.”

Emma suddenly chuckled and Emily glanced around, trying to give her a look.  “I’m still trying to picture Logan buying a My Little Pony.  It will never be anything but hilarious.”

Emily shook her head.  “Didi just has that effect on people.  She wins them over.”  To herself she thought that this Christmas had just been a patch of insanity, what with JJ and Emma getting along, the bedpost incident, and Hotch’s uncomfortable coldness.

“Not your boss.” Sometimes it was unnerving how Emma could know what she was thinking without even using her telepathy.

Emily bit her lip as she considered this.  “You didn’t help with that.”

Emma’s arms locked around her waist and she sank her teeth lightly into Emily’s neck.  Emily shook her head.  That was exactly what she was talking about.  She wasn’t entirely shocked that Hotch had been slightly put-off by Emma’s blatant possessiveness.  Who wouldn’t be?  She just didn’t understand what set Emma off for far too long, long enough to thoroughly embarrass herself and not put a stop to it before it was too late.

Emily respected him so much as a boss and a mentor.  She had never thought of him as anything else, and she certainly hadn’t thought that he might.  (She hadn’t thought that was a possibility.  When he was one of her mother’s bodyguards he had walked in on her going down on her college girlfriend.  If that wasn’t a declaration of homosexuality, what was?)  But Emma had seen something she hadn’t, and dealt with it in her own special way: playing the class card, insinuating things about Emily’s sexual proclivities, and pretty much marking her like a dog protecting his territory.  (She thought the continual rubbing up against her had something to do with scent.  It reminded Emily unnervingly of when Emma was feral.)

“I don’t like the way he looks at you.”  Her fingers slipped between Emily’s legs, rubbing against the fabric of her jeans.

“I never did anything to lead him on.”  She shifted slightly, not quite ready for Emma to touch her like that.  But Emma’s other arm snaked around her and held her still.  Her fingers pushed firmly into Emily’s crotch, and Emily opened her legs a little bit wider.

“You didn’t have to.”  Emma’s thumbnail scraped up the central seam of her trousers.  Emily let her head fall back onto Emma’s shoulder.

“You led him on by just being yourself.  Giving him your respect, being absolutely disgustingly charming…” Emma opened her pants and slipped her hand down the front.  Emily moaned and turned towards her, pressing her open mouth against her neck.  “And so, unbelievably gorgeous.”  Her fingers made slow maddening circles over her underwear.  Emily’s fingers dug into the upholstery.  “But he doesn’t know how beautiful you really are.  He’s never seen you like this.  He never will.”  She started to thrust lightly, still outside, still impossibly soft and tantalizing.  “He could never make you feel like this.  He wouldn’t know how.”  Her voice was hot and low in Emily’s ear.

“He wants you because he thinks you understand him, that you’d forgive him for being selfish and emotionally distant.  His wife forgave him for years, years of bad sex and indifferent parenting, but he didn’t change.  He doesn’t know that you’d never put up with that, not from me, not from him.”  Emma’s fingers slid into her and Emily whimpered, tears in her eyes.  “He’d never fuck you like I fuck you.  He couldn’t tie you up and spank you and torture you until you soak your pants.”  Emma bit down on her shoulder again, harder this time, leaving little red half circles on either side.  “I’m the only one who knows how to take you apart.”
She lifted her knees, her fingers sliding even deeper inside her as she fucked her steadily, turning her into a squirming, mewling mess in her lap.  Emily came hard, soaking her jeans and Emma’s hand.  Emma, leaning into her mind (it wasn’t intentional, but overwhelmed with the need to be close she didn’t have it in her to pull away), drank the feeling down and let it take her over the edge as well.  

criminal minds, fake empire, x-men, citrus taste, emma/emily

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