A/n: okayyy, a continuation of ch. 24/25 split into THREE parts because I guess a bitch has a lot to say. Sorry. Btw I know we've been in Emily's head a lot, but we're back to reader's POV.
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"Make love to me? Just Emily and y/n/n. Please?" I asked.
"Right now?! Are you okay to do that?" I appreciated that she wanted to ensure I was okay, but I was so close to orgasm before I shouted red, and I was dripping wet and aching for her still.
I nodded at her and whispered, "Please, Em." She wrapped me up tight and then toppled us over back into the pillows. I squealed at her gentle tackle. Her lips kissed under my jaw, slighting scraping it with her teeth. I shifted so we were facing face-to-face on our shoulders.
Her lips continued down my neck and her thumb stroked along my jaw as she pushed it up slightly to kiss more of my skin. I sighed at her languid pace. She felt so good, and I felt absolutely cherished under her lips. Her lips whispered secrets into my skin; her hands worshipped over my body.
Her fingers brushed against my side, simultaneously raising goosebumps and tickling me. I giggled into her mouth, my smile growing so big I broke our kiss. She pushed my bangs out of my eyes, softly tucking them behind my ear. She cupped my head, her thumb stroking against my cheek, and pulled me into her kiss again.
I lost myself in her taste. Emily was the best I'd ever experienced. Of course she was an amazing kisser, but I was also so in love with her that every time we kissed electricity zapped through me, charging me like a live wire. Tonight it felt as strong and intoxicating as when we were dancing around us in the beginning. When every touch felt like a treasure because there were so few. When every glance felt like agony because it was all I had.
Her tongue poked out to lazily lap at mine. Her slow pace was driving me crazy. I pushed into her, my back arching, a leg snaking over her hip. Her hand smoothed down my back - nails scratching just slightly - down over my ass and the back of my thigh. I shuddered, needing her fingers between my legs, not on them. A sigh escaped my lips. Being in Emily's arms, feeling her soft love surrounding me, was pure bliss. Decadence.
Her mouth slowly spread into a large smile, showing off her perfect teeth. My heart skipped a bit at how beautiful she was. I couldn't help myself; I leaned forward and kissed the corner of her mouth. Trailing my lips down to her chin and underneath her jaw, I heard her breath hitch. She tossed her head back, urging me on. I placed soft, sucking kisses down her neck and back up to behind her ear.
I licked long and heavy up her ear and then blew on it. Her grip on my hip tightened, nails digging into my skin there. I couldn't stop the moan that escaped my mouth. "Fuck, y/n. I love when you moan in my ear like that." I pulled her ear lobe in my mouth and sucked on it. She gasped, her back arching into me, hips hitting my bare core. I released her ear, exhaling heavily at the stimulation. "Jesus, y/n/n. You feel so good."
Her hand grazed my neck as she wound her fingers into my hair. Her soft touch at the nape of my neck a far cry from how I felt earlier. I felt safe now, adored. Her hand was nothing like Green's. This touch was healing. I could feel the final pieces of me knitting back together. She pulled me back up to her mouth, smiling once again into our kiss.
I pushed her back against the bed, moving to straddle her. Her hands immediately rubbed my thighs up and down, finally settling on my hips as I pulled her lower lip between my teeth. I ground my hips down into her - I couldn't stop myself. I was beyond desperate for her.
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Secrets of the West Wing
Roman d'amourY/n has been elected President of the United States and Emily Prentiss was assigned as the head of her security detail. Y/n's safety requires they remain professional and distant. But you never choose love; it chooses you. Come read how y/n and E...
