Emily Prentiss One-Shots

Emily/Bau Team**

Title: Emily & JJ are sorry - TrueBlue08

Summary: The team is upset at Emily for pretending to be dead all this time and at JJ for covering for her. They decide to take their frustrations out in a more productive (explicit) way.

Trigger Warning: Dubious Consent, Voyeurism, Bondage, Punishment 

Rating: Explicit

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Emily took a single deep breath in, squeezing her eyes closed in an effort to quell the tremor running through legs. Another deep breath, in and out, but her anticipation of the coming events only heightened. The muscles in her legs began to twitch and she tried her hardest to force away the tightness in them.

She knew exactly how she'd ended up in this position and blamed no one but herself. She'd lied to her team for months, let them believe she was dead, she had earned her punishment. Lifting her chin, she let out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. Agent Prentiss opened her eyes, steeling her resolve. She could take her punishment so that they all could move on from this together.

She made eye contact with JJ in the exact same position as she was about 10 feet in front of her, turned so that they could see each other. They both had their legs spread wide, held apart with a metal spreader bar. Their arms were bound over their heads with cables that connected all the way up to the lofty ceiling of the airplane hangar that the team stored their private jet in. The two women were also completely naked.

Looking across the empty space between them, Emily and JJ shared a momentary glance that said everything the two were thinking: We deserve this, we never should've lied, now let's get this over with.

"Emily, do you have anything you'd like to say to the team?" Aaron Hotchner, section chief, stepped to the edge of Emily's peripheral vision.

"I'm so sorry," her voiced cracked, betraying the edge of nervousness she couldn't shake. She licked her lips and tried again. "We thought it was for the best, we thought we were protecting you." She searched her mind for an apology that she hadn't already given them over the past couple days. Hotchner didn't wait for her to continue, he turned to JJ and repeated the question.

"I'm so sorry that I hurt you, all of you. Spence..." JJ trailed off, eyes searching of the youngest member of their team. "Spencer, I'm so sorry I couldn't tell you."

"We accept your apologies, but that doesn't make us even. Not yet." Derek said from somewhere close behind Emily. "After tonight, we'll all forget. We can all get over it together,"

Emily gasped as she felt the male agent's rough hand come around her to directly cover her right breast. Looking down, she saw his darker fingers squeeze and pull on her pale sensitive flesh. Rolling her dusky rose colored nipple between his thumb and forefinger, he pinched and pulled until it harden to a tight point. A low moan sounded from Prentiss's mouth and Morgan began using both hands to deliver the same treatment to both breasts.

With her lips parted around a moan, Hotchner stepped forward quickly to grab Prentiss' chin in his strong hands and slide his tongue into her mouth. He kissed her with authority and aggression, lips moving hurriedly over hers. She tangled her tongue with his as he pressed further into her mouth, invading her space. Aaron nipped at her lower lip, holding the flesh between his teeth as he pulled away, stretching and scraping her skin. He returned to her mouth with continued ferocity, swiping with his tongue and nipping with his teeth. Prentiss felt her body warming under her boss's tongue and her partner's hands.

Derek was apparently content to continue his thorough kneading of Emily's breasts, pinching her nipples just a bit too tight. With one last taste, Aaron stepped back, turning to walk around Emily. For a brief moment, Prentiss wondered where he was going, but any and all thought left her mind when she saw the scene in front of her.