Emily Prentiss One-Shots

Emily/Reader**

Title: Show Me. - unknown author 

Summary: After confessing to Emily about how no man has been able to make you come, she decides to show you exactly what you've been missing out on.

Rating: Explicit 

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"I shared all my dirty secrets, now it's your turn." Emily smirked over her whiskey, she was sat on the opposite end of the couch facing you with a devilish look in her eyes. You knew that starting a conversation like this would be a bad idea, especially with the amount of alcohol you had both drank. Asking Emily about her sexual experiences was inappropriate and you knew this, she was your boss but she also was your best friend and it would be lying to say you'd never wondered before.

Listening to the tales of her sexual adventures was an interesting way to spend your Saturday night, you had invited Emily around for drinks mostly because you were lonely but also because she was the best company. The topic about sex had come into play after Emily had confessed it had been almost a year since she had slept with anyone, picturing her in bed had made you blush but you encouraged her to keep talking; the sweet tingle in your stomach was too intoxicating.

"I haven't got anything as good as yours." You laughed awkwardly, taking a sip of your drink in the hopes it would give you courage. None of your stories were that great, they were all awkward and ended poorly but you were too embarrassed to actually say that.

"Come on, (Y/N)! You've got to give me something! Tell me some filthy shit like..." Emily paused to think, staring at you from across the couch. "What's the most times a guy has made you come?" She looked very proud of her question, going to take a sip of her drink before realising it was empty and pulling a very confused face.

You could have lied. You didn't have to tell her that no one had been able to make you come during sex, that you faked it every time because you didn't want them to feel bad. She didn't have to know; but you told her anyways.

"Um, like..zero?" You tried to joke around with it, hoping that she wouldn't judge you or think you were weird. "I don't know, I guess no one's worked out how to do it yet." It wasn't like orgasms were this mystical thing you'd never experienced before, you could make yourself come by yourself but whenever someone else was involved, it just never happened. Part of you felt a little broken, like you'd never be able to be pleased by another person and therefore were just there for their pleasure.

Emily looked even more confused than before, staring at you intently for at least fifteen seconds before understanding what you meant. She didn't look at you with pity in her eyes, rather genuine curiousness. You watched as she put her empty glass down on the coffee table and sat up straight, crossing her arms slightly in a way that unpurposefully empathised her cleavage.

"You know that's normal, right? One in three women find it difficult to achieve orgasm, it's not rare." Her words brought a little comfort to you but you still felt embarrassed, maybe Emily wasn't judging you but you still felt like this inexperienced little girl when compared to her.

"Thanks Reid." You laughed as she leant forward to hit your leg playfully, pretending to be more offended than she actually was. Instead of leaning back, she sat closer to you, taking your glass from your hand and putting it down on the table.

"Stop me if I'm being too inappropriate." Emily clarified beforehand, your nerves kicking in. Your mind raced with all the possible things she could ask next, if asking you to tell her about your sex life wasn't inappropriate enough then what could be worse than that? "Maybe the reason you haven't been able to come with other people is because you haven't been comfortable around them, they've all been hookups not actual relationships. So, maybe if you try it with someone you're comfortable around, you could get there."