Emily Prentiss One-Shots

Emily/Emma Frost (X-Men)

Title: 9 Crimes Porn Corllary - Alsike (Ao3)

Summary: When Emily told JJ that she hadn't had sex with Emma while she was injured, she lied.

Rating: Explicit 

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When Emily told JJ that she hadn't had sex with Emma while she was injured, she lied.

In truth, it had taken a lot of convincing for Emma to believe that she was healthy enough for sex, but by the end of the week, she finally managed it. While the sound of the "okay fine" was still echoing in the room, Emily was already on her knees, stripping off Emma's white leather pants.

"Oh..." Emily gave a little groan as she slid down onto Emma's fingers.

Emma grinned up at her. "Been a while?"

Emily tipped her head back and moved her hips just enough. "I'm like fucking Pavlov's dog. You show up and I'm salivating for it."

"Basically you've been horny all week?"

Emily planted her hands on either side of Emma's hand and licked her nose. She dipped her tongue into Emma's mouth without getting close enough for it to count as a kiss. "Try a month and a half."

"You didn't give yourself a little manual release?" Emma twisted her fingers together and then apart, her other hand giving a little extra support to Emily's weak arm.

"I'm not left-handed." Emily rubbed her injured shoulder with a pout.

"Poor baby!"

"And they frown on vibrators being brought into hospitals."

"You couldn't seduce a cute nurse?"

"Well... there was one." Emma jerked her hand and Emily gasped, then ground more deeply onto her knuckles. "She was charming, but, sadly, not interested in hurt/comfort."

"Terrible." Emma's thumb found her clit and slid over it, giving indirect pressure. Emily pressed forward for more, but Emma kept it tantalizingly light.

"This one orderly offered. But I'm not into cock."

"No?" Emma retracted her fingers and then pushed them slowly in again. "I had a cock once." She felt wetness coat her fingers even more thickly.

"What?" Emily's voice was thin and breathy.

At Emma's next move, Emily's eyes rolled back in her head.

"At the Hellfire Club you can have anything you want. It's a rush. You don't understand why men are such slaves to their dicks until you feel it. The heat of a woman closing around you, it's like nothing else, her desire, her fingers digging into your arms as you rip her apart, how you can turn the most poised, appropriate woman into a mumbling, drooling mess."

"Oh god, Emma!" Emily was fucking herself on Emma's hand, barely supporting herself on her one good arm. Emma sat up and flipped her onto her back, driving three fingers into her, hooking her knees over her shoulders, exposing the tempting curve of her ass. Emma gave it a smack and Emily cried out, her passage spasming around her fingers.

"Not that I can't usually." Emma muttered into her ear. "But really, you just keep pounding her, even when she starts to cry, even when she can't get anything out of it anymore, because it feels too good to stop."

"Harder..."

"You ever fucked diamond?"

And suddenly the friction was gone and Emily was penetrated utterly, Emma's rock hard fist like a weight inside her. She gasped. It was as cold as ice.