Emily Prentiss One-Shots

Emily/Alex Blake**

Title: Crossed Wires - ArwenLalaith (AO3)

Summary: Alex is feeling lonely (and horny) and decides to take matters into her own hands. (Un?)fortunately for her, though, her attempts at sexting go a little awry.

Rating: Explicit

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Alex Blake had never really been sexually adventurous. The opportunity to explore the possibilities had never really presented itself. When she'd first gotten married, she'd been barely twenty-one and their sex life mainly consisted of awkward clumsy movement as they figured things out together with very little knowledge of the subject on which to base their exploration.

Things never really improved from there. It got less awkward, sure, but never more exciting. Alex wasn't entirely sure what it was she wanted, but knew that it wasn't the thirty seconds of sweaty fumbling that it took James to orgasm, then immediately roll over and go to sleep.

By the time he left for Doctors Without Borders, it was almost a relief because at least with him gone, she could touch herself without feeling like she was doing something wrong...

There was an unfamiliar ache in Alex's chest that night as she ran herself a bath. She couldn't quite place the feeling, but it was a lot like loneliness.

Maybe it was seeing Will with his arm wrapped around JJ's shoulders, the way he looked at her like she was his everything. Maybe it had just been far too long since she'd been held at all. Maybe it was a lot of things.

Mostly, she just didn't want to be alone.

She texted her husband that she missed him, then proceeded to consume more red wine than was entirely wise, especially considering she'd already had a drink or two at the bar. As she settled in the bath, an idea overcame her - she debated it briefly, ultimately deciding that if there was something she wanted, she was going to have to come right out and ask for it...

She opened up her phone's camera, almost immediately feeling shy as she turned her face first one way, then the other, examining the effect of the overhead lights on the angles of her face. Just barely in the frame, her wet breasts emerged from the top of the bubble bath and she tried to imagine what James might say about the image.

It took a few attempts, but she managed to capture a picture that she felt would be tantalizing enough to get her point across. Her hands shook slightly (whether from the nerves or the liquor, she couldn't be sure) as she flicked back to her contact list and selected her husband's name, sending the picture.

Immediately after hitting send, she set her phone aside like it had burned her. She wasn't entirely certain what she was expecting to happen upon having sent it, but it wasn't for her phone to buzz with a response in short order, especially considering the time difference.

She didn't realize she was holding her breath as she picked up her phone, only to let it out in a shaky exhale, a whisper of, "No!" as she saw that the response she'd received was not, in fact, from her husband, but from Emily Prentiss...

Cursing internally, she wished she'd never decided to be cute and romantic by saving her husband in her phone as Elskede - the Danish term meaning 'beloved' - resulting in his being listed right next to Emily Prentiss in her contacts...

She didn't know why she opened the response, loathe as she was to have to explain the mistake...but when she clicked on the notification, she found the last thing she expected: Emily had sent a picture back.

The picture looked like something straight out of a professional boudoir photoshoot: Emily was splayed out across the mussed sheets of her hotel room bed, she wore a lacy pair of red panties, a pair of elegant black heels, and nothing else, her perfect breasts on full display. She smiled up at the camera, her full red lips pouting slightly, and mischief glinting in her eyes.