Scott's Emma 3
Title: Scott’s Emma (Part 3)
Author: Alsike
Fandom: X-Men/Criminal Minds x-over
Pairing: Emma/Emma, Emma/Scott, Emma/Emily, Emily/JJ
Rating: NC-17
AN/Disclaimer: Not my girls.
Word Count: 1997
Prompt: 032. Anal Sex
Apologies: Happy Christmas! More smut!
I wrote most of this while reading yaoi webcomics. It shows.
JJ was flushed with wine and sitting on her sofa. Emily sat across from her, knees, tucked up, and watched her, wondering when she’d hit the degree of drunkenness where she would stop worrying and be interested in sex.
It had taken a week of nights spent making out on the couch to get to third base. But once she had made it there, it was completely impossible to get JJ to leave before she came. Yet she had to be sloshed to do it.
It felt humiliating, and after she had had sex with a stranger completely sober, it seemed unnecessary. This was a waste of time.
“Jayj?”
JJ looked up.
“Go into my bedroom, and take off your clothes. I want you naked and bent over my bed.”
JJ dropped her wine glass. “What?” she squeaked.
“That’s why you’re here, isn’t it?” Emily narrowed her eyes. “To get fucked. Oh, and touch yourself until you’re ready, I’m not wasting any more time.”
She walked out of the room. God that felt good. She found her equipment and braced up. She’d give her ten minutes. It would probably take her half that long before she talked herself into it.
JJ was squirming under her on the bed, gasping and mewling as Emily fucked her. She came and collapsed back onto the pillows. “God, I love you.”
“Really?” Emily rolled onto her side and started unfastening straps.
JJ cuddled into her back. “Of course.”
Emily considered her for a little while. “Do you think… we could try something new?”
“Like what?” JJ smiled cutely.
“Do you think you could use your fingers in…” She couldn’t say it. She rolled over and demonstrated.
The look on JJ’s face suggested that the answer was going to be ‘hell no!’
She just remembered the way it felt, like nothing else. It felt wrong, and delicious at the same time. It hurt, it was punishment and pleasure, all it one, and Emily hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it.
But JJ couldn’t stomach it, and Emily sighed, and let her go.
* * *
She tried to do as much as she could herself, sat propped up by pillows, with lube and toys, but it wasn’t the same. She always knew what she was going to do before she did it. She kept the card tucked safely in her gun case.
When they were in New York, chasing a serial killer, she gave the number a call.
“Friday night. There’s a club on B Street. I’ll find you.”
Most of the team wanted to go out that night. They had wrapped up the case, and Morgan wanted to party. He convinced Reid to come, and Emily and JJ were a given. They didn’t usually go dancing, but they all dressed up, as best they could with the stuff they had brought. Emily was the only one who had been prepared. She had brought a short black dress, to wear with thigh-high fishnets and no underwear. When she realized everyone was coming along, she reconsidered, but she didn’t have anything else that was nice enough. (Or accessible enough). The other three couldn’t stop looking at her.
The club was a crush of bodies. Loud music sent vibrations pounding through the floor. Emily glanced around. She wasn’t quite certain whether she was happy or distressed that it seemed impossible to find anyone in this place.
Morgan came back with drinks and they appropriated a table. JJ was sitting half in her lap, which was rather uncomfortable, particularly because it was impossible to feel her rubbing against her garters and not think of what she had come here to do.
<> she heard in her head, and she looked up, her gaze being drawn to a tall skinny boy, in jeans and a hoodie, with the hood up, leaning against the wall.
A shiver ran through her shoulders. She had forgotten what that tone, mental or not, did to her. It made her knees itch.
“I’m gonna find the bathroom,” she said, extricating herself from underneath JJ.
JJ blinked up at her and started to stand. “I could go-“
“I’m fine,” Emily snapped, trying to get rid of her. She ducked into the crowd.
She was passing the cloakroom when a hand shot out and caught her wrist, jerking her inside. The boy had her pressed up against a wall of coats, and soft fingers ran down the side of her face.
“I have to say that I love it that you dressed up for me.”
Emily flushed. “You… you dressed up too.” Emma rubbed her hips against Emily and she felt the hardness there. “Oh…”
“It's easier when people expect it to be there.”
Emily felt herself get wet.
“And I think I know exactly where you want it.”
She nodded, weakly.
“Get on your knees.”
Emily dropped with at thud to her knees and groped for the zipper to Emma’s jeans. She didn’t care that she was in public, or that people were coming in and out of the room. She extracted the dildo and immediately sucked as much into her mouth as she could until she gagged on it.
She hadn’t noticed JJ follow her. But Emma had, and Emma made sure she had just the right angle to see her girlfriend eagerly choke down some boy’s cock. She froze, unable to believe it, and unable to look away.
Emily mouthed it and laved it with her tongue until it was slick with spit. “God, you don’t know how much I need this.”
“Yes, I do.” And Emma did. It was easy to slide into her head, her fingers clenching her jeans, one wrapped around the base of the cock, the head of it hitting the back of her throat, sometimes painfully, the slick moisture gathering between her thighs, the way she ached for it. It was delicious, and Emma couldn’t get enough. She needed to be desired. She fed off of others’ desire for her. Without it there was nothing.
“Get up.” She jerked on Emily’s hair. “Hands against the wall.”
Emily obeyed swiftly, bending over slightly and leaving her legs spread in a perfect position. Emma hiked up her skirt and slid her fingers into her pussy. God, she was wet. She used the moisture to play with Emily’s asshole. She was going to have to really loosen her up if she was really going to take her virginity with this cock. Emily released a gasp at the first touch and then let out a light groan, and Emma’s fingers slipped in easily. It was tight, but not resistant. It was perfect.
“You’ve been practicing.”
She had brought extra lube. It was never worth undergreasing something, unless you wanted them to bleed, and although that was occasionally entertaining, the first time should be painless. She smeared it on generously, and then pressed the head of her cock against Emily’s anus. Emily gave a weak whimper and spread her legs even farther.
“You’re such a little whore, begging for this.”
“Please don’t tease me.”
“Don’t worry. I’m not a tease. But I want you to squeal. I want your pretty little girlfriend to know every move I make inside of you.”
Emily gasped and her eyes widened. She glanced over her shoulder to see JJ’s staring eyes and shocked expression, and Emma thrust inside.
Emily let out a scream.
“Is it good? Is it as good as you thought it was going to be?”
Emily was crying now, clinging to the coats as Emma nailed her.
“I can’t get deep enough like this.” Emma flipped her and moved in, shoving her back up against the coats. Emily groped for purchase, for a hook or a sturdy jacket, and the cock slid up her asshole, and she groaned. Emma was fucking her, hips thrusting like a jackhammer, pinning her body to the wall as she drove up and then pulled out and Emily would fall, just a little, impaling herself on the cock.
It must have been ages, but it felt like years, for Emily, desperately clinging to the edge of sanity, not willing to fall, and then Emma slammed into her, and she screamed and came loose, her whole body coming together in a blinding electric orgasm.
Emma dropped her, her body taking over as she felt her come, neurons singing in sympathetic vibration, bringing her to climax as well and they tumbled into a heap on the pile of coats.
“God,” Emma mumbled as she withdrew. “I love you in fishnets.”
Emily just whimpered at the ache of the emptiness inside her.
Emma kissed her, sloppily, smearing her lipstick, as she fastened up her pants. “Next time’s my turn.”
And she was gone.
* * *
Eventually Emily managed to get to her feet. She walked gingerly back to the couches.
JJ glanced up at her and smiled. “Hey, everything good? We were thinking its pretty late and it might be time to go.”
Emily nodded weakly. She really hoped they weren’t going to take a taxi because she wasn’t able to sit down. But they caught the subway, and she refused the offer of an empty seat. She knew that JJ had seen, but she didn’t remember. Emma had to have made her forget.
It was kind of terrifying.
Morgan stopped by her room on the way to his own and sat in her desk chair, looking at her for a long time. “Emily, I want you to be able to trust me.”
Emily cocked her head. “What do you mean?”
“You were gone for a long time. JJ followed you, and then came back all perky as if everything was fine, and then you come back, with your lipstick worn off, and… walking like you’ve been nailed by your scout leader…”
Emily’s eyes widened.
“I know what ass sex looks like, Ems, and you aren’t sitting down for a reason.”
Emily wouldn’t meet his eyes.
“I thought… I thought for a moment that it was Jayj. You guys have been having something going for a while, haven’t you? But it wasn’t, was it? You didn’t want her to come with you. You found someone and hooked up at the club.”
Emily looked at her hands, but she didn’t deny it.
“I just,” Morgan looked tortured. “I don’t get it. I thought you had something good. But you’re blowing it, Prentiss. Maybe she doesn’t know, but you’re fucking around on her. And that’s not okay! She’s my friend.”
Emily sighed. “I know. I know I’m screwing things up. But sometimes I need something that JJ can’t give me… won’t give me. There are some things she wouldn’t touch with a ten foot pole, Derek.”
“Like your ass.”
Emily glared at him. “Yes, like my ass. And I wanted to know what it was like, so I… made arrangements, and if you don’t like it, bite me. It was an experiment. I’ve done it. It was great. It’s over.”
Morgan looked disgusted, and shook his head. “I didn’t think you were like this, Emily. You sound like a guy.”
Emily dropped onto the bed. It hurt too much to sit, so she flopped over onto her back, tears in her eyes. “I know! I’ve never been like this before! I’ve never made such bad decisions, for sex! I’ve never risked anything for sex before her.”
Morgan’s ears pricked up. “Her?”
Emily sighed. “It doesn’t matter. She took out the business card. “I’m not going to call her again.”
She flicked her lighter twice, and held it over the empty ashtray until it was just ash.
She looked Morgan straight in the eye. “I know I’ve done some pretty awful things, and maybe she deserves to know. But I’m not going to do it again. Tell her if you need to, but if you don’t, I will do my best not to screw this up.”
* * *
Part 4
Author: Alsike
Fandom: X-Men/Criminal Minds x-over
Pairing: Emma/Emma, Emma/Scott, Emma/Emily, Emily/JJ
Rating: NC-17
AN/Disclaimer: Not my girls.
Word Count: 1997
Prompt: 032. Anal Sex
Apologies: Happy Christmas! More smut!
I wrote most of this while reading yaoi webcomics. It shows.
JJ was flushed with wine and sitting on her sofa. Emily sat across from her, knees, tucked up, and watched her, wondering when she’d hit the degree of drunkenness where she would stop worrying and be interested in sex.
It had taken a week of nights spent making out on the couch to get to third base. But once she had made it there, it was completely impossible to get JJ to leave before she came. Yet she had to be sloshed to do it.
It felt humiliating, and after she had had sex with a stranger completely sober, it seemed unnecessary. This was a waste of time.
“Jayj?”
JJ looked up.
“Go into my bedroom, and take off your clothes. I want you naked and bent over my bed.”
JJ dropped her wine glass. “What?” she squeaked.
“That’s why you’re here, isn’t it?” Emily narrowed her eyes. “To get fucked. Oh, and touch yourself until you’re ready, I’m not wasting any more time.”
She walked out of the room. God that felt good. She found her equipment and braced up. She’d give her ten minutes. It would probably take her half that long before she talked herself into it.
JJ was squirming under her on the bed, gasping and mewling as Emily fucked her. She came and collapsed back onto the pillows. “God, I love you.”
“Really?” Emily rolled onto her side and started unfastening straps.
JJ cuddled into her back. “Of course.”
Emily considered her for a little while. “Do you think… we could try something new?”
“Like what?” JJ smiled cutely.
“Do you think you could use your fingers in…” She couldn’t say it. She rolled over and demonstrated.
The look on JJ’s face suggested that the answer was going to be ‘hell no!’
She just remembered the way it felt, like nothing else. It felt wrong, and delicious at the same time. It hurt, it was punishment and pleasure, all it one, and Emily hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it.
But JJ couldn’t stomach it, and Emily sighed, and let her go.
* * *
She tried to do as much as she could herself, sat propped up by pillows, with lube and toys, but it wasn’t the same. She always knew what she was going to do before she did it. She kept the card tucked safely in her gun case.
When they were in New York, chasing a serial killer, she gave the number a call.
“Friday night. There’s a club on B Street. I’ll find you.”
Most of the team wanted to go out that night. They had wrapped up the case, and Morgan wanted to party. He convinced Reid to come, and Emily and JJ were a given. They didn’t usually go dancing, but they all dressed up, as best they could with the stuff they had brought. Emily was the only one who had been prepared. She had brought a short black dress, to wear with thigh-high fishnets and no underwear. When she realized everyone was coming along, she reconsidered, but she didn’t have anything else that was nice enough. (Or accessible enough). The other three couldn’t stop looking at her.
The club was a crush of bodies. Loud music sent vibrations pounding through the floor. Emily glanced around. She wasn’t quite certain whether she was happy or distressed that it seemed impossible to find anyone in this place.
Morgan came back with drinks and they appropriated a table. JJ was sitting half in her lap, which was rather uncomfortable, particularly because it was impossible to feel her rubbing against her garters and not think of what she had come here to do.
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A shiver ran through her shoulders. She had forgotten what that tone, mental or not, did to her. It made her knees itch.
“I’m gonna find the bathroom,” she said, extricating herself from underneath JJ.
JJ blinked up at her and started to stand. “I could go-“
“I’m fine,” Emily snapped, trying to get rid of her. She ducked into the crowd.
She was passing the cloakroom when a hand shot out and caught her wrist, jerking her inside. The boy had her pressed up against a wall of coats, and soft fingers ran down the side of her face.
“I have to say that I love it that you dressed up for me.”
Emily flushed. “You… you dressed up too.” Emma rubbed her hips against Emily and she felt the hardness there. “Oh…”
“It's easier when people expect it to be there.”
Emily felt herself get wet.
“And I think I know exactly where you want it.”
She nodded, weakly.
“Get on your knees.”
Emily dropped with at thud to her knees and groped for the zipper to Emma’s jeans. She didn’t care that she was in public, or that people were coming in and out of the room. She extracted the dildo and immediately sucked as much into her mouth as she could until she gagged on it.
She hadn’t noticed JJ follow her. But Emma had, and Emma made sure she had just the right angle to see her girlfriend eagerly choke down some boy’s cock. She froze, unable to believe it, and unable to look away.
Emily mouthed it and laved it with her tongue until it was slick with spit. “God, you don’t know how much I need this.”
“Yes, I do.” And Emma did. It was easy to slide into her head, her fingers clenching her jeans, one wrapped around the base of the cock, the head of it hitting the back of her throat, sometimes painfully, the slick moisture gathering between her thighs, the way she ached for it. It was delicious, and Emma couldn’t get enough. She needed to be desired. She fed off of others’ desire for her. Without it there was nothing.
“Get up.” She jerked on Emily’s hair. “Hands against the wall.”
Emily obeyed swiftly, bending over slightly and leaving her legs spread in a perfect position. Emma hiked up her skirt and slid her fingers into her pussy. God, she was wet. She used the moisture to play with Emily’s asshole. She was going to have to really loosen her up if she was really going to take her virginity with this cock. Emily released a gasp at the first touch and then let out a light groan, and Emma’s fingers slipped in easily. It was tight, but not resistant. It was perfect.
“You’ve been practicing.”
She had brought extra lube. It was never worth undergreasing something, unless you wanted them to bleed, and although that was occasionally entertaining, the first time should be painless. She smeared it on generously, and then pressed the head of her cock against Emily’s anus. Emily gave a weak whimper and spread her legs even farther.
“You’re such a little whore, begging for this.”
“Please don’t tease me.”
“Don’t worry. I’m not a tease. But I want you to squeal. I want your pretty little girlfriend to know every move I make inside of you.”
Emily gasped and her eyes widened. She glanced over her shoulder to see JJ’s staring eyes and shocked expression, and Emma thrust inside.
Emily let out a scream.
“Is it good? Is it as good as you thought it was going to be?”
Emily was crying now, clinging to the coats as Emma nailed her.
“I can’t get deep enough like this.” Emma flipped her and moved in, shoving her back up against the coats. Emily groped for purchase, for a hook or a sturdy jacket, and the cock slid up her asshole, and she groaned. Emma was fucking her, hips thrusting like a jackhammer, pinning her body to the wall as she drove up and then pulled out and Emily would fall, just a little, impaling herself on the cock.
It must have been ages, but it felt like years, for Emily, desperately clinging to the edge of sanity, not willing to fall, and then Emma slammed into her, and she screamed and came loose, her whole body coming together in a blinding electric orgasm.
Emma dropped her, her body taking over as she felt her come, neurons singing in sympathetic vibration, bringing her to climax as well and they tumbled into a heap on the pile of coats.
“God,” Emma mumbled as she withdrew. “I love you in fishnets.”
Emily just whimpered at the ache of the emptiness inside her.
Emma kissed her, sloppily, smearing her lipstick, as she fastened up her pants. “Next time’s my turn.”
And she was gone.
* * *
Eventually Emily managed to get to her feet. She walked gingerly back to the couches.
JJ glanced up at her and smiled. “Hey, everything good? We were thinking its pretty late and it might be time to go.”
Emily nodded weakly. She really hoped they weren’t going to take a taxi because she wasn’t able to sit down. But they caught the subway, and she refused the offer of an empty seat. She knew that JJ had seen, but she didn’t remember. Emma had to have made her forget.
It was kind of terrifying.
Morgan stopped by her room on the way to his own and sat in her desk chair, looking at her for a long time. “Emily, I want you to be able to trust me.”
Emily cocked her head. “What do you mean?”
“You were gone for a long time. JJ followed you, and then came back all perky as if everything was fine, and then you come back, with your lipstick worn off, and… walking like you’ve been nailed by your scout leader…”
Emily’s eyes widened.
“I know what ass sex looks like, Ems, and you aren’t sitting down for a reason.”
Emily wouldn’t meet his eyes.
“I thought… I thought for a moment that it was Jayj. You guys have been having something going for a while, haven’t you? But it wasn’t, was it? You didn’t want her to come with you. You found someone and hooked up at the club.”
Emily looked at her hands, but she didn’t deny it.
“I just,” Morgan looked tortured. “I don’t get it. I thought you had something good. But you’re blowing it, Prentiss. Maybe she doesn’t know, but you’re fucking around on her. And that’s not okay! She’s my friend.”
Emily sighed. “I know. I know I’m screwing things up. But sometimes I need something that JJ can’t give me… won’t give me. There are some things she wouldn’t touch with a ten foot pole, Derek.”
“Like your ass.”
Emily glared at him. “Yes, like my ass. And I wanted to know what it was like, so I… made arrangements, and if you don’t like it, bite me. It was an experiment. I’ve done it. It was great. It’s over.”
Morgan looked disgusted, and shook his head. “I didn’t think you were like this, Emily. You sound like a guy.”
Emily dropped onto the bed. It hurt too much to sit, so she flopped over onto her back, tears in her eyes. “I know! I’ve never been like this before! I’ve never made such bad decisions, for sex! I’ve never risked anything for sex before her.”
Morgan’s ears pricked up. “Her?”
Emily sighed. “It doesn’t matter. She took out the business card. “I’m not going to call her again.”
She flicked her lighter twice, and held it over the empty ashtray until it was just ash.
She looked Morgan straight in the eye. “I know I’ve done some pretty awful things, and maybe she deserves to know. But I’m not going to do it again. Tell her if you need to, but if you don’t, I will do my best not to screw this up.”
* * *
Part 4