Game of Love
Title: Game of Love
Author: Alsike
Fandom: X-Men/Criminal Minds x-over
Pairing: Emma/Emily
Rating: NC-17
AN/Disclaimer: Not my girls.
Word Count: 3287
Apologies: I probably should have done something productive with this morning, like read some Phonology, or worked on my novel, or translated Old Irish, but I was in the mood to write smut. Thus, smut. A Diamond Universe interlude. Set at some point after Asylum (not written yet). It's a bit of a compilation of a bunch of short scenes I've had written, so it probably lacks coherence. Oh well.
Summary: Sex is always a game, with winners and losers. But when a relationship becomes a game, it's important to make sure to tie up the score.
Exactly four weeks ago, Emily had found the first white rose on her desk. She had been puzzled by it. Morgan had been teasing and curious, but she hadn’t had any answers for him.
“Emma?” inquired JJ, slightly critically.
“Maybe? But why would she be sending me roses? It’s not as if she needs to coax me into bed.”
JJ frowned. “Have you tried being, oh, not easy?”
Emily narrowed her eyes. “Hi pot, this is kettle. How’s your spawn?”
“Shut up! She’s rubbing off on you!”
“Maybe,” Morgan suggested, looking vaguely offended, “Roses are not always directly linked to sex. Sometimes the dominant person in the relationship likes to do nice things just because they feel like it.”
Both Emily and JJ stared at him blankly.
JJ turned to Emily. “Do you think she’s done something that she needs to apologize for? Maybe she hasn’t told you yet and it's a preemptive strike.”
“You guys suck!” said Morgan. “You have no sense of romance!”
* * *
JJ sat on Morgan’s desk that afternoon and watched him try to shuffle the novel he was reading under his papers.
“You like Emma, don’t you?”
Morgan gave her a confused look. “She’s smokin’ hot, and rich, and gives Emily that ‘I’ve just been fucked out of my skin’ glaze. What’s not to like?”
JJ narrowed her eyes at him. “Besides that she’s evil?”
“I already said she’s rich. I thought that covered it.”
“When did you find out that Emily was…” JJ looked vaguely uncomfortable and glanced away.
“A lesbian? An aficionado of the feminine species? A worshipper at the altar of pussy?”
“Eww! Shut up, Derek!”
Morgan laughed. “Um, lets see. I had my suspicions early on when we wore the same pair of pants to work. And then Reid brought in his vintage Catwoman comics collection, and well, that was that.”
“Catwoman,” JJ said flatly.
“Just because you go for the nice boys, Jayj.” Morgan gave her a sly grin. “It doesn’t mean that none of us can have it for the bad girls.”
* * *
Emily wasn’t quite certain what it meant that she was supposed to go meet Emma in the city. Last time they saw each other, they had fought, and they weren’t talking right now. And if Emma wanted to make up (i.e. wanted sex more than moral righteousness) she usually just showed up. The flowers had been particularly unsettling.
But this time she was directed to a building in the business district of D.C. and introduced herself to the secretary. The secretary smiled at her, which was either really unnerving, or she was just really well trained, and she said Ms. Frost was in a meeting, but she had given instructions that Emily could wait in her office.
Emily sat there and wondered vaguely if Emma had suddenly decided that beds, couches, and rugs were not satisfying enough and she was going to fuck her on a desk too.
“Hey.”
Emily looked up at her, and couldn’t help but smile. “Hey.”
“I felt you come in. Hurried up to kick them out.”
And Emily couldn’t help the way her smile broadened, the warm brush against her mind, the easy way Emma made her feel important in a place she was actually irrelevant.
“Sooo, you felt the need to have me in your office today?” Emily inquired.
Emma shot her a puzzled look, Emily felt a reflexive touch on her mind, and then she laughed. “Actually, I wanted to take you out for dinner. But if you’re really into it, we can come back here after.” She flashed a playful smile. “I have the master key.”
“Dinner?” Emily felt utterly blindsided by this.
Emma stiffened slightly. “That is all right? Isn’t it?”
“Yes… of course. I was just surprised.”
“Why is it so utterly shocking that I might want to take you to dinner?”
Emily winced and looked down. “It’s just… ever since we started seeing each other again, we haven’t really done anything… outside.”
“Do I need to take you for walks?”
Emily glared at her. “Just tell me what brought this on. And don’t fuck me around with ‘I felt like eating.’ I’ve fed you plenty of times.”
Emma scowled at her. “Maybe it’s my turn.”
“You don’t owe me anything.”
“Why are you making this so difficult!” Emma threw up her hands. “Maybe I want to show you off.”
Emily stared at her, highly suspicious. “You never have before.”
“Yes, I have. Don’t be an idiot. You’ve met more of my friends than…” Emma frowned. “…anyone else I’ve slept with.”
“This worries you.”
“You’ve met my brother.”
Emily laughed. “Yeah, while I was working. I’ve met your father too, and then ended up drugged and in a sex harness.”
“Stay away from my family. It isn’t safe for you.”
“I think I’ve figured that one out.”
“Look,” Emma said, rolling her eyes. “It’s dinner. If we’re desperate, we can call it a date, which basically is just extended foreplay, so technically, dinner is actually sex, and thus nothing has changed.”
“That was an… incredible feat of logic.”
“I know.” Emma grinned. “So lets go. I have reservations and I’m hungry.”
This was all highly discomfiting, but Emily followed her out to the elevators. “Has someone been telling you something?”
“Are you desperate for me to give up on this?” Emma frowned. “We could just have sex in the office, like you thought I was planning.”
“I’m really fine with dinner,” Emily hurriedly cut in. “Quite hungry actually.”
“I don’t know.” Emily cringed. She shouldn’t have made such a big deal about it. “I mean, you seem to have this idea that I find your body irresistible, but could take or leave your company.”
“I didn’t, I mean…” Emily tried to figure out how to say this. “It’s just, you tend to take more pride in your… apparently self-interested motivations. I’m just more comfortable with you… not doing things out of the kindness of your heart.”
“Do you think this is a pity date?”
Emily hadn’t until that moment. “Do you find me pitiable?”
“Are you trying to profile me?” Emma gave her that halfways glare and there was a slick touch against her shields. “You are.”
“I’m not used to this.”
There was a car waiting at the doors and the chauffeur hurried around to open the door. “You mean me having manners? Or me treating you like a person?”
Emily took her proffered hand and slid into the car. “Either?”
“When have you ever taken me anywhere?”
Emily gaped. “You’re always at my apartment! I cook for you!”
The door shut and the chauffeur hurried around to climb in and start the car.
“You don’t cook. You microwave.”
“I microwave excellently!”
“No one microwaves excellently. You order decent take out, I’ll give you that.”
“Fine,” Emily glared. “Take me to dinner. Let’s see if your attempt at cuisine beats my excellent take out ordering skills.”
Emma grinned. “So it's a competition is it? Good. I like to win.”
* * *
Emma’s long straight fingers entered her, and Emily’s back arched, her ankles locking around Emma’s neck. It was perfect. Emma’s hair was brushing her chest and face as she hovered over her, fucking her, wearing that grin she spoke volumes about how much she loved seeing Emily lose it.
And lose it she did, crying out at every thrust, Emma spreading and flexing her bent knuckles to stretch her opening, her thumb rubbing firm even strokes over her clit, her lips and teeth inscribing patterns on her neck, and she came like a car wreck.
“Can I spank you next time?” Emma mumbled in her ear, sticky and sated from just watching her come apart.
“Anything.”
Emma smiled, too lazy to grin. “You’ll regret that.”
* * *
JJ was not interested in Emily’s sex life. She was glad that Emily had a sex life, although she could have wished it was with someone else, she wasn’t going to interfere. The truth was, Emily was pretty much a basket case when she and Emma were on the outs, and as long as she was happy, JJ would be happy for her. That did not include being an open ear when Emily wanted to talk about sex.
“She wants to spank me!” Emily complained over lunch in the cafeteria. About six FBI Agents (male) looked over at this, and JJ had to glare them all down. “I know she has weird ideas about what’s sexy, and sometimes…” Emily made a face. “It turns out that she’s right.”
JJ did not need to know this.
“But spanking? That’s what you do to kids when they’re bad.”
JJ sighed. “Just tell her no. If you’re not into it, she’ll back off.”
Emily made another face. JJ’s heart sank. “I kind of promised her she could.”
“How did you do this!”
Emily smiled awkwardly, and JJ wished she hadn’t asked.
“Let’s just say it was coerced.”
JJ rolled her eyes. “It’s not terribly surprising. Emma clearly has an ass fetish. She always has her hands all over yours.” She wrinkled her nose. “And mine.” Although that may have been more of an “Emma enjoys freaking people out” fetish.
“Yeah,” Emily glanced away uncomfortably, and JJ suddenly had a horrible thought.
“She doesn’t…”
Emily glanced at her, confused. JJ shut her mouth.
“Well, I guess it’s just spanking.” JJ shrugged stiffly, so ready to not be having this conversation anymore. “It’s not like she wants to fuck you in the-“ She stopped at the expression on Emily’s face. “God!” She jumped out of her chair, shoving her tray away from her. “Can’t you just keep your kinky sex to yourself? Just let her hit you. Let her take a paddle to your ass, why don’t you? It’s clear that you’re going to love it. Just please, please don’t give me details.”
* * *
Monday morning, Emily waved at her as JJ passed on her way in. She was standing by her desk, talking to Reid and going through a file. At the briefing later that morning, Rossi offered her a chair, and she took it, but kept twitching and biting her lip, and JJ wished she didn’t know exactly what that meant.
“Don’t tell me. Emma came over this weekend.”
Emily smiled brightly. “Yeah. It went… well.” She couldn’t stop smiling. “It wasn’t anything like I expected.”
“You can’t sit down,” JJ said flatly.
Emily flashed her a dirty smile that clearly said that the reason she couldn’t sit down was because the pain turned her on. “I probably shouldn’t have made her keep going.”
“Oh my god.” JJ covered her face and wished she could bleach her brain.
“Its just…”
“I really, really, really, don’t want to know, Emily!”
Emily blinked, looking a little puzzled. “It’s not about sex.”
JJ frowned suspiciously. “Really?”
“Really. It’s…” Emily chewed on her lower lip, considering. “I think I’m losing the game.”
“Not a sex game?”
“No. A… who’s more into this relationship competition.”
“I hate that competition.” JJ scowled. “Will always wins.”
Emily laughed. “Yeah, but that’s Will, who’s still not really believing that he managed to marry someone as pretty as you. Emma… Emma never plays that game, except recently, and she doesn’t like to lose. But it’s not fair. That was the one I was supposed to win without trying. And then there were the flowers, and now she’s been taking me out to dinner and spending money on me, and my lead is slipping.”
JJ stared at her for a little while. “But she- she spanked you.”
“Really not relevant anymore.”
“I don’t know,” said Morgan, suddenly appearing from behind a convenient wall. JJ jumped. “I think the real problem is that she’s winning both competitions. You could try and regain ground in the into this relationship thing, but trying to beat out the mysterious roses and really expensive dinners might put you into stalker territory. You need to make a move on the other chessboard.”
Emily looked bewildered and rather uncomfortable. “How long have you been listening?”
Morgan patted her shoulder. “If people are talking about sex, I’m always listening. I am like Ted, but less sketchy.” He grinned. “Case in point, unlike Jayji here, I’m not even going to look at your ass.”
Emily glared at him. “Good.”
JJ just groaned.
“But I am right. You need to make a move in the awesome sex competition.”
“What?” JJ asked.
Emily was looking at Morgan and frowning. “I’m pretty awesome at sex already.”
Morgan put his hand to his chest. “You have no idea how lovely it is to hear that. But that wasn’t what I meant. If I am correct, your, ahem, rather uninhibited girlfriend keeps on upping the stakes. She’s letting you know that she wants you not only by showing you that she enjoys your company out of bed, she’s also letting you know that she’s not just putting up with you in bed, and in fact wants your body in a multiplicity of ways.”
Emily frowned. He was right, and that was unnerving in and of itself. “What- what do you think I should do?”
Morgan grinned and sidled up to her. Then he plucked the handcuffs out of her belt and dropped them into her hand. “What do you think?”
* * *
“Hey!”
Emma blinked at the honestly pleased warm grin that greeted her and the unrestrained happiness to see her. That was… new. Usually there was some trepidation at least, if she hadn’t been called to provide some relief for job-related misery, then there was misery and trepidation. Emily wrapped her arms around her and pressed a kiss to the sensitive skin right below her ear.
“You came.”
“Are you drunk?” Emma muttered, hardly knowing she was saying it out loud. The last time Emily had done something like this was when she had been high on Sebastian’s drug cocktail.
Emily laughed into her shoulder. “No, not this time.” She breathed in and made a little purring sound in her chest. “Why do you always smell so good?”
“Um, personal hygiene?”
Emily snorted and pressed another light kiss against her cheek. “Shoes off now. You’re too tall in heels.”
Emma laughed and crouched to remove her boots. Emily moved around behind her, shutting the door and then running her fingers through her hair. She moved it away from her neck and licked up her bare nape, and Emma froze. This had turned sexy really quickly. Not that Emma could ever resist the urge to fuck Emily senseless when she was happy, but usually happy Emily was too astonished by her own unexpected mood to make the first move.
“You’re wearing a button-down shirt. That’s good,” she murmured, and Emma slowly finished removing her boots, then straightened up.
“What do you have planned?” she inquired softly, letting Emily’s hands move her body as they would. One hand slid down her arm to her wrist and then curled around it.
“Your wrists are really narrow.”
“No more than yours.”
“Your fingers are longer.”
“Are you… trying to predict the size of my cock?”
Emily snorted. “Not really something I’m interested in.” Her fingertips ran down the back of Emma’s hand, and then something cool and metal clicked closed over her wrist. Emma tugged in a sharp breath through her nose, she could feel how turned on Emily was, just staring at the way the cuff looked against her skin, and there was no danger here.
“But this is?”
“Yeah,” Emily said softly, as if she was just as surprised by the idea. She caught Emma’s other unresisting hand and snapped the second cuff shut. “It really is.”
And then she was pushing Emma towards the bedroom, and Emma did her best not to stumble, with her balance thrown off. Emily pushed her onto the bed and crawled onto it after her, straddling her lap. Her eyes were dark and she was looking at Emma as if she wasn’t sure what she was going to do with her, mainly because she wasn’t sure what she wanted to do first.
Emma pulled futilely at the handcuffs. “I really don’t approve. I want to touch you.”
Emily grinned. “Later. But I want to take my turn now.”
She settled more comfortably into Emma’s lap and turned her attention to the buttons of her shirt. Her fingertips would brush lightly, teasingly against her skin, and Emma tangled her fingers in the covers to keep herself from turning diamond and snapping the cuffs in half. The first two buttons were undone and Emily leaned in, closing her lips on Emma’s pulse point and closing her eyes, tasting the flicker of her heartbeat. She moved down, nosing against her collarbone and then biting at it. Then she pressed her mouth to Emma’s neck and sucked hard. A small sound came from Emma and she twitched, hips tensing. “You’re going to mark me?”
“Fuck yes,” Emily hissed into her shoulder, and bit.
Emma didn’t notice her shirt being unbuttoned or the fastenings of her leather pants being undone. Emily’s mouth was hot on her neck and she couldn’t hold on to her, she couldn’t control it. She did notice when slender fingers slid against her because it felt like ‘finally,’ Emily’s hips moving over her, teasing like a lap dance. And then she was being fucked, quick and rough, the penetration nothing in comparison to the aching pull at her neck, and she couldn’t even open her knees and lock her legs around Emily’s body, pull her down onto her, flip her over and grind into her. Fucking handcuffs!
And then Emily’s teeth were cutting into her skin and she arched, dropping back onto her hands, her hips jerking up and Emily’s fingers sliding so deeply into her, thumb rubbing harshly around her clit, and fuck, that was enough, and it was humiliating, but she couldn’t hold back anymore.
Emma made an upset whimper and Emily drew out her fingers, licking off the sticky slickness. She ignored the shuffle of protest that Emma made and instead slid off her lap and started tugging down her pants. She left them and the soaked underwear in a tangled heap on the floor, and caught Emma underneath her knees, pushing her properly onto the bed and climbing on after her.
“Aren’t you going to get these off,” Emma mumbled, not opening her eyes.
“Not yet.” Emily knelt on the bed and pulled off her own rumpled shirt. Then she traced a finger around Emma’s navel and made a curving line down from there. Emma made a sound and shifted, and Emily nodded to herself. She totally wasn’t done for the night. She tugged Emma’s leg up over her shoulder and leaned in, just breathing, her mouth salivating, and then she slowly slid her tongue into the wetness.
Emma just closed her eyes, gripped the blankets under her hands, and let it happen.
* * *
“I’m going to get you back for this,” Emma muttered. She couldn’t even move after the third one.
“I’m counting on it,” Emily said, unfastening her bra and sliding off her pants. She licked her lips, and then pressed a wet kiss to Emma’s mouth. Emma’s tongue snaked out and tasted herself and she let out a small groan.
“Three hours sleep, that’s all.”
Emily curled in next to her and tugged the covers up over them. “No rush,” she said, tucking the handcuffs under the mattress so Emma wouldn’t get any ideas. She’d probably need her hands free to coerce Emma out to breakfast. “I’m satisfied.”
FIN