Inner Demons

4

She opens the door of her apartment, and walks in. I follow her and before I can even shut the door, she does, pinning me up against it. Her body presses up against mine, her mouth on my neck, my collarbone, my shoulder. She pulls me forward, unzipping the back of my dress. I let it fall to the floor, stepping over it. I unzip her dress, and leave it next to mine. I take off my bra and panties as she leads me to her room. I get on the bed, and she climbs on top of me. She moves down, tracing her path with a finger. She stops between my thighs, pausing to take a breath. Two fingers circle my clit, setting every nerve in my body on edge as her tongue pushes inside of me. I've had unsatisfactory relations while working an angle before, but this woman knows what she's doing. I don't think I'll have a problem with having to fake it. My train of thought is quickly interrupted. I gasp as her fingers increase their pressure, my back arching. My legs tense, breath quickening. I moan as I finish, not having to fake it. She slows to a stop, before bringing herself up beside me. After a minute to catch our breath, I look over to her and raise my eyebrows.
"Round 2?" I ask.
She nods, reaching into the bottom drawer of her nightstand.

Sometime early the next morning I wake up to her walking around the room, getting ready for work. She notices me stir, and walks over beside the bed.
"Sorry for waking you up, but I have to get to work. Stay as long as you need, make some coffee or something."
With one finger, I motion for her to come closer. As she reaches me, I sit up, meeting her lips. I move on to her neck, sucking softly at the exposed skin. I let go, laying back down.
"I had fun last night."
"So did I," she says. "I'd like to do it again."
"So would I," I reply as she goes to exit the room. Once she's gone, I pump my fist, silently giving thanks. I've overcome my second obstacle. Now to get close enough to have access to her friends.

I walk outside her apartment, to see my car parked a ways down the street. Ivan may be a bastard, but at least he's useful. I slide in, and immediately pull away. I remain a few cars behind, but I trail her to the FBI building. There, I tune my radio to a new frequency, a match to the bug I placed on her shoe after she fell asleep last night.
"Hey, Emily," Jareau says. "What-"
"Oh, Prentiss," Morgan interrupts. "You have a fun time last night? Looks like this morning too."
Good, it worked. I was hoping a fresh hickey would get them talking.
"Seven fun times," Prentiss replies. She's bragging. That's a good sign.
"Who's the lucky lady?" He asks. Prentiss chuckles.
"I don't think you want to know."
"I asked, didn't I?"
"Maybe sometime. All I can tell you right now is that you would love to have been in my position. All seven of them."
"Touché," Morgan concedes.
"We know her, don't we?" Jareau asks her quietly.
"Barely, but yes."
"Will you tell me who?"
"Later. Last night was the first time we hooked up."
"The first? Will there be others?"
"I'd like to think so, yes."
That's all I needed to hear. I shift my car into drive and head back to my apartment.

A few hours later, my phone buzzes. The screen shows a message from Prentiss.
"We have a case in Indiana, I don't know how long it will take, but do you want to do dinner after?"
"Absolutely," I reply. Shortly after I set my phone down, I hear a knock on the door. I look through the peephole to see Ivan. I open the door and glare at him, but allow him inside.
"Was last night successful?" He asks.
"It was. I'll be seeing her again."
"And you can guarantee this will get you close to the Jareau girl?"
"Yes, Ivan. But I can't do it with you breathing down my neck at every turn."
"It is taking too long."
"It's going according to plan. Our employers are aware of the time this will take."
"Well speed it up."
"How about you hop off my dick? Seriously, Ivan, you know my success rate. I don't suddenly need supervision at every turn."
He scowls, but he leaves. I take a deep breath.
Maybe I'll draw this out a bit, just to piss him off.