Emily Prentiss One-Shots

Emily/Reader**

Title: Monthly - alvfr (Ao3)

Summary: Emily doesn't think you'd want to have sex with her on her period.

She's wrong.

Rating: Explicit 

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"Legs spread, Emily."

"Yes, Miss."

"I said spread, Emily."

A brief pause before she heeded your request and placed the soles of her feet on the towel covering the mattress. While you waited and watched, she dragged her heels back so they pushed against the plump muscle of her ass. It took visible effort before she relaxed her legs and had them drop open to either side.

"There's a good girl."

Her thick eyelashes, black as her hair, fluttered against her cheeks in relief. Already pulling deep breaths through her parted lips, even though you hadn't come close to touching her. The muscles of her throat worked as she swallowed before managing to whisper: "Thank you, Miss."

She was a sight, that's for sure. Long stretches of pale skin and tight curves where she laid on the bed. Head resting on a pillow with her shiny black hair splayed like a dark halo around her face. Naked and slightly flushed, with only the deep pink of her nipples breaking the flow until the neat triangle of curls started between her legs. It led down to something more colorful — blood swelling into her vulva, making it plump and matching the deep color of her nipples. With her legs spread like this, she was opening herself up to the room — up to you — and you licked your lips as if you could already taste her on your tongue. Her hands down by her side where she kept clenching and unclenching her fists. Poor thing still so riled up from work, tense and nervous even now.

Letting her simmer in anticipation, you studied her face too. Eyes closed, mouth open, the faint remains of the lipstick she'd worn to the office still on her lips. The sharp angle of her nose pushed up, giving her side-profile a downright regal and haughty expression — your absolute favorite thing about her. A physical reminder of her character. Along with the strong cheekbones, the slope of her jawline, and a mouth used to order and command.

And here she was, already panting with need and fully at your mercy.

"Have you been a good girl today, Emily?" you asked and watched with delight how her eyes squeezed shut. Finally moving, you got up from the chair next to the bed and wandered around it, drifting your fingertips over her collarbone with feather-light pressure. "Hm?"

The admission came like a plea. "No, Miss." A brief pause, not from hesitation, but because her mouth looked too dry to speak. "I'm sorry, Miss."

You let it slide for now and trailed your hand down to her breasts. Her chest bucked under your touch, showcasing different muscles and curves of bones under her soft skin. "Why not?"

Dark eyebrows pulled down even while her eyes remained closed. You loved her deep voice, especially now when it bounced up and down in pitch while she stuttered. "I — uh — I didn't think- I didn't know-"

Her messy speech sent thrills up and down your spine. Emily Prentiss reduced to a blubbering mess over something as silly as this. A tremble passed through her body when you carefully swept your fingers over her hard nipples. She wasn't one for sounds — not in the beginning anyway — so you had to watch her breathing or rely on her for using safe words if necessary.

"You didn't know what," you plucked one of her nipples with two fingers and applied a light pressure, "Emily?"

Back arching off the mattress, she swallowed thickly again. "That this- that you- that-"