Emily Prentiss One-Shots

Emily/Hotch**

Title: Chance Encounter - pagetbrewsterswife 

Summary: He only needed to blow off some steam, surrounded by people like him who could give him just enough release to head home and spend his night sleeping rather than pacing the floors wondering what he could've done differently. Of all the places he'd expected to run into Prentiss, this hadn't been on the list.

(Or: Hotch runs into Emily at a BDSM club.)

PSA: We do not kink shame in this house, if you aren't interested in the summary don't read it! :)

Rating: Explicit 

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Emily's eyes only take a moment to adjust to the dimmer lighting past the door with a sign labeled members only. Her knees only protest slightly on the floor below her, mostly used to this routine by now but it's been a while since she's been here and she's sure she'll have fresh bruises in the morning.

She sweeps the room carefully, knowing she has limited time before her eyes must be cast downward per their agreement.

She sees couples in various states of undress, some clothed in the bare minimum - pieces similar to what she wears now - and others entirely unashamed of their nudity. It's a sight that takes a weight off her shoulders, being in a space where she doesn't have to think about what's beyond the doors of the club.

She hasn't been here in months, the lack of a consistent partner and her work schedule alike keeping her from attending events with any regularity.

Tonight though she's here with an old friend, Peter, someone she'd met at one of her first visits to the club when she'd been embarrassed of her own desires and who'd helped her explore her interests both within the walls of the members only spaces and the safety of her apartment.

Glancing around as she follows her friend further into the room she sees no signs of distress from the other members, security keeping a close eye on the scenes she can only catch a glimpse of from her low vantage point.

She almost stops to get a closer look at a scene toward the back when a firm yank on the leash pulls her forward and she immediately makes eye contact with the ground below her. she hears a soft murmur of 'good girl' above her and follows even closer to the the man holding her leash.

As she counts the titles they pass over she wonders what they must look like to people who glance as they move by. The man she's with is attractive, blonde hair and blue eyes and the tension in the fabric of his shirt hints at a muscular build she knows lies underneath.

He always dresses the part, and ensure she does as well. He enjoys her in red, the scrap of lace she calls underwear barely covering her and the matching red that pull tight across her chest puts all her best assets on display for the other members.

She doesn't mind, relishing in the knowledge that people are paying attention. She's given it a lot of thought and knows it's because of her job.

At work she's Prentiss, brooding and harsh and her colleagues see her as 'one of the guys' and in a work setting she enjoys it. She demands the respect she's earned, she's confident in her strength and in the presence she holds in rooms full of men with large egos.

Still, she can't deny how much she'd enjoy wearing a dress when the team is off rotation. On occasion she'd like to be more than 'one of the guys', more than just Prentiss who's rough around the edges and could take you in a fist fight.

Sometimes, she'd like to be Emily.

Here - to Peter - she's just Em. Quiet, obedient, beautiful.