Emily held my hand tight under the table as we waited. She said, "For once I beat her somewhere."
"Hmm?"
"She's always early." Emily's leg shook under the table. "But we're earlier." Her face wore no smile, though I knew she was trying.
"Baby, you're shaking," I said, keeping my voice soft. I put my other hand on top of our joined hands, her right and my left now met by my right. "Are you sure you're gonna be okay?"
"Yeah," she breathed.
"Yeah?" I cooed, rubbing her hand with my thumb, "Yeah, baby? It's alright, we're gonna be just fine. I promise."
Elizabeth Prentiss, the Wicked Witch of the West. She showed up soon after I reassured my girlfriend, and behind her thin smile I could almost feel the hatred.
By the end of the night, I felt as though she maybe didn't hate me. At least, as a person, she seemed to respect me. Emily drove home, and I knew she was almost ecstatic.
"Baby, I'm...that went really well, I think!" she exclaimed. I grinned.
"Yeah," I said, "I love you so much, Emily Prentiss."
She took one hand and put it on my upper leg. She could've left fingerprints on my thighs with how tight she was holding on to me.
After she parked in front of our apartment building, she breathed deep and exhaled saying, "Galina, baby, I want you so bad,"
"Good, Em. Let's go upstairs."
We only held hands as we went upstairs to our apartment, but once we'd shut the door inside, she pinned me against it and sighed, "God, baby, I want this dress off you,"
"Then take it off of me, baby," I said, returning my lips to hers.
"Shoes off first. C'mon," she encouraged. I kicked off my shoes and felt Emily's hands on my ass. "Up." She picked me up and kissed my neck as she carried me to the bedroom. She threw me down on the bed. "Can I have you tonight, beautiful girl?"
"Yes, Emily, please, I'm yours," I breathed.
"Good. Good, beautiful. I really want you to feel good tonight." Emily went in to kiss my neck and I grinned. When she came away, she saw my smile and replied with one of her own.
I said, "Take my dress off, pretty girl, please?"
Emily grinned and answered, "Your wish is my command, beautiful." She had me stand and started to take off my dress. Quickly she saw the lingerie I'd put on for her. I watched as a smile engulfed her face. "Oh, so beautiful, Galina...is this for me?"
"All for you, baby,"
"You're such a good girl, Galya. I love you so much,"
"I love you. You like it, baby?"
"I really, really do. You look so fucking sexy," she moaned. "God...I'm gonna make you scream for me tonight." She started to kiss down my body, and ran her thumbs atop my bra, over my nipples.
"Mm..."
"Yeah, you like that?" She kissed my chest before asking, "May I take your bra off, beautiful?"
"Sure, Em," I answered, more blankly than usual. I couldn't put my finger on the reason why. My mind just seemed to be wandering.
"I won't if you don't want me to," she said kindly. I adored the sweet look on her face. "Want me to leave it on?"
"Yeah, actually," I answered. She smiled and came up to kiss my lips. "Is that okay?" I cringed.
"Yes, baby girl, that is perfectly fine. You look sexy with it on, anyway."
Emily ran her hand down my side, over my ass, and grabbed the underside of my leg, her fingertips reaching the soft skin of my inner thigh. Her lips continued to ravish my neck.
"Mm, who's my most beautiful girl?" she moaned against my skin.
"God, Em..."
"Fuck, you're so sexy, Galya." She took her hand and put it on the top of my leg. Her thumb stroked my inner thigh. "I want you,"
"You've got me. Take my panties off, babe,"
"Sure?"
"Do it," I commanded. She nodded and, putting her lips on mine, she pulled my panties off.
"You look incredible, baby. Can I kiss your thighs first? I love your soft skin,"
"Mhm, go ahead, Ems."
Her lips embraced my inner thighs, switching between them every few moments. "Oh, pretty girl," she moaned.
"Baby," I breathed, "that's so nice, god,"
"How about I just tease you a little bit?" She brushed her thumb over my clit and I allowed a shaky breath to escape me. "Oh, you like that, pretty girl?"
I whined, "I need more, Em, please..." I knew she was smiling, though I couldn't see her very well.
"Mm?" she hummed inquisitively, although we both knew she heard me.
"Haven't I been a good girl?" I whined in response. Emily's trembling breath teased me.
"Very good, my love. How bad do you need it?"
"Please, Emily," I continued to whine. She kissed my inner thigh, and I gasped when her mouth met my clit. "Fuck!"
"Mm, you like that?"
"God!" I tried to stifle my moans.
"No, baby, let me hear you, I want to hear you moan for me,"
"Emily, fuck!"
She hummed her own moans, the vibrations sending me higher. "Em!"
"I know you're close, baby, mm!"
"I'm gonna cum, Emily, fuck!"
"Good girl, good girl..." Emily sucked on my clit and I moaned louder. "You wanna keep going, pretty girl?"
"Uh..."
"We can stop,"
"Yeah, I just want to lay with you, baby," I mumbled. Emily pushed herself up to kiss me. I could taste myself on her. "I love you,"
"I love you, too. Do you wanna put some clothes on, or you wanna sleep like this? I am definitely okay with either," she chuckled. I smiled and kissed her.
"This is just fine. I'm tired,"
"Dinner was a lot, huh?"
I chuckled. "I don't wanna think about that right now. Just hold me, Ems..."
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Fifty Ways to Love You - Emily Prentiss x OC
FanfictionGalina Karimova and Emily Prentiss worked together ages ago, at Interpol. During those roughly two years, Emily and Galina were best described as "colleagues with benefits". Around the time of Doyle, Galina also went undercover, and when she came o...