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“I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.” - Pablo Neruda
She didn’t begin the week thinking she was going to get dosed with MDMA, but she’s still going to enjoy her government-forgiven high. She tells Morgan and Reid as much as they part ways, the three of them under strict instruction from Hotch to confine to their hotel rooms to ride out their high, and any other effects.
“You doing okay?” Garcia asks, having called her after Morgan, doing the rounds of checking up on her teammates.
“Fine. Just a bit warm.”
“You got everything you need? We can’t exactly send room service, in case…”
“I didn’t pack a vibrator, but I’ve got an electric toothbrush if I get desperate.”
“So prepared,” Garcia says, the grin evident in her voice. “I’m gonna check in with Reid. Call me if you need anything, okay?”
Prentiss hangs up before she can tell Garcia she needs someone to sit on her face. Damn, either the MDMA is good, or she’s reacting to the drug cocktail. She immediately entertains the idea of seeking out Morgan or Reid, they’d probably be the worst people to be with right now, but the most fun. The most necessary, really – she should be with them, she knows. Morgan, specifically. God, she could ride that man until—
Her train of thought is interrupted by a knock at the door. Slightly sweaty, grumbling, undoing her shirt as she goes, she’s only a little surprises to see JJ on the other side, and not at all disappointed.
“Hey,” she says, as she answers the door breathlessly. “What’re you doing here?”
JJ lets herself in unbidden, but careful not to touch Prentiss as she scoots around her, loosing her hair from its ponytail and snapping the hair tie around her wrist.
“Came to keep you company.”
“Against orders?”
“What mom doesn’t know…”
Prentiss laughs, and pushes her hair away from her damp forehead. “I appreciate it JJ, but I’m not just high. I’m pretty sure I’m reacting to the other drugs.”
“Yeah, I know what’s about to happen,” JJ says nonchalantly, perching herself on the hotel desk, eyes trained on Prentiss. “And if it goes the way I think it’s going, I want you to fuck me.”
“JJ!” Prentiss says, but the idea does make her cunt clench around nothing. She’s so wet already, just as the heat prickles along her skin. “It’s not safe, I could hurt you. I’m not sure how much control I’m gonna have.”
“If I have to smack your nose like a bad dog, I will.”
“JJ,” Prentiss says, and feels the warning growl that underlines her tone. Oh, that’s something.
“Alpha,” JJ says, fluttering her eyelashes at her.
Maybe against her better judgement, but hopefully not her regret, Prentiss closes the distance and rips open JJ’s shirt. Their lips crash together in a kiss that’s more teeth than anything else, but it improves as they realign, refamiliarise, and sink into the passion of the thing.
Prentiss is usually patient, and she can play sexy games with the best of them. But right now she feels like she’s on fire, and it feels imperative that she gets both of them naked as fast as possible. She pulls at JJ’s clothing as JJ tries to undress her in turn, one arm out of her shirt when she grabs JJ’s neck in both her hands to steer the kiss, to claim her mouth and push her tongue inside. JJ submits only incrementally, allowing the kiss, as she grabs firmly at Prentiss’ breast and pinches her nipples.
It’s hard to think, mind clouded with the onset of this awakened carnality, but her body does sing that JJ matches her, biting at Prentiss’ jaw. Naked finally, she cups her hand over JJ’s mound, slipping a finger along her slit to find her wet.
When they move to the bed it’s mostly JJ doing the guiding, as Prentiss has no mind for the specifics, just ready to take her right there in front of the door. JJ pulls her down on top of her, extending her neck for Prentiss to sink her teeth into, nipping at the skin and then licking and sucking each mark. High on the collar, visible, and somewhere near the surface of Prentiss’ minds she knows there’s a line crossed here.
“Will,” she says, into JJ’s neck. Surprisingly understanding for a sweet southern boy, but leaving marks, undeniable evidence of their unconventional arrangement is a breach of some kind of rule they’ve laid out.
“Extenuating circumstances,” JJ says, without hesitation. “Focus up, don’t talk about Will again.”
The command in JJ’s tone even as Prentiss holds her wrists by her head and has her way with her, leaving marks all over her neck and breasts sends a current of pleasure through her. This woman, not a lamb walking willingly into the lion’s den, but another lion of a sort, spoiling for a fight. She looks incredible, hair spread out all over, colour high on her collar and cheeks, eyes gone dark with desire. She smells amazing too, as Prentiss inhales at her throat.
But she smells something else, too, that has her jerking her head up to smell the air.
“Morgan,” Prentiss says.
“What about him?”
“He’s here. Outside the door. I can smell him.”
“He’s going to Reid, I guess.”
“Wait,” Prentiss says, sniffing the air in a way that for some reason shivers through JJ below her. “It’s not the same alpha smell, that must be Reid. Morgan smells of omega.”
“Huh,” JJ says, surprised, then; “anyway… eyes on the prize, alpha Emily.”
Prentiss shakes her head as if to clear it of the other scents, and instead dips her mouth against JJ’s neck and resumes licking and biting there. The smell of the other alpha and the omega fade, and JJ re-centres as the focus on her world. She slides down the bed and pushes JJ’s thighs apart, and ducks her head again to lap greedily at her. JJ exhales sharply, hands going to Prentiss’ head. She doesn’t need guidance as she knows the body below her intimately, but there’s a sharp, primal awareness that cuts through the haze of that familiarity; every moan, even gasp, the way JJ’s thighs clench against her head as she eats her out drives her wild; she can feel her own wetness dripping down her thighs. She pushes two fingers into JJ and crooks them without preamble, rubbing them against her G spot.
“Christ, Emily!”
“Do you want more?” Prentiss says, biting at JJ’s thigh. “Can you take it?”
“Give me everything.”
Three and then four fingers after that, as she continues to suck and mouth at JJ’s clit. Even when JJ comes, yelling out as she thrashes, Prentiss keeps going, licking up the new heady wetness that brings.
JJ – not the lamb, but a lioness – fists her hand in Prentiss’ hair in order to drag her back up her body and claim her mouth, tasting herself there. Her own hand finds it’s way to Prentiss’ dripping cunt, and again matches the lack of gentling, the lack of hesitancy of the thing as she slips two fingers inside.
“Fuck, fuck,” Prentiss gasps, humping against JJ’s hand, twisting her hips to get the handle just right to feel the pressure and the pleasure thrum through her.
“That’s it, alpha,” JJ purrs, “take what you want.”
She does, repeatedly. It’s never been hard for Prentiss to orgasm, a thing she’s always been grateful for, but also a thing that has led to some disappointing trysts with men – that she is incredibly easy to get off and some men still can’t manage it has been the subject of many a girl-talk. JJ rose to the challenge of overachieving from the very first time they tumbled into bed, and they’ve had more than one record breaking night. This is a one for the books though, as Prentiss’ body seems more alight, more alive that she’s ever known.
As she clambers to seat herself on JJ’s face, the woman’s mouth is on her even before she’s fully saddled, sucking at her swollen clit, fingernails digging into her thighs as Prentiss thrusts wantonly against JJ’s face. Her wicked tongue does magic, and if Prentiss had any capacity for clarity maybe she’d have something witty to say about her clever mouth. Communications liaison, former. Cunnilingus liaison, current. Probably needs some workshopping before she breaks that one out.
JJ doesn’t tap out, even though Prentiss loses count after the third time she comes from her mouth. But she wants more, she wants everything. She drags JJ off the bed onto the floor, manhandles JJ onto her side and straddles one thigh as she puts the other leg over her shoulder. It’s not scissoring true, because even under the effect of the drugs she doesn’t have the limber flexibility of a pornography lesbian, but it still feels amazing to rub her cunt over JJ’s thigh, and she can reach JJ’s in turn, pushing four fingers back into her.
“Fuck, Emily,” JJ breathes, as she braces against the floor and pushes back against Prentiss’ seeking hand. “Your clit is so big right now, I could see it when you were riding my face. Fuck, I hope it stays. Is that weird? I’ve read about alpha clits, god, if you kept taking that drug it could get big enough to fuck me.”
“You’d like that?” Prentiss asks, grinning, not aware it simply look more like baring her teeth, unaware that’s why JJ’s cunt throbs violently around her fingers. “If I could grow a clit big enough to fuck you?”
“Yes! Emily, alpha, c’mon.”
Prentiss slides her thumb into her palm and pushes her hand inside JJ, twisting the widest part of her knuckle and finding JJ’s body simply lets her, and her hand slips inside to the wrist. The sound it wrenches from JJ’s throat, something between a cry and another purr, combined with the pressure of frotting against her thigh has Prentiss coming wetly, rolling her hips in time with the twist and thrust of her hand inside JJ. As she comes down, she reaches her other hand around to pinch and flick at JJ’s clit, to feel JJ come, body squeezing around her entire hand, her wrist.
There’s no true reprieve, but she’s careful as she turns a pointed hand into a fist inside her, making JJ wail again. A true alpha gives as much as she takes, and she always wants to give to JJ. Making her come over and over until she’s sore and sated is her only purpose now. It’s probably the drugs, but she could be happy here forever.
Maybe it could be forever, she never revealed the depth of her knowledge on the case, but she does know people who dabble in the drugs that can do this, a specialist branch of DIY transitional hormones, she’s known lesbians who micro-dose testosterone just for the clit grown, and she’s never really considered it until now. The possibility of the thing makes her nearly light headed as she drags JJ around the room to fuck her on the bed again, on the desk, on the floor.
It’s morning before the fever of the thing breaks, some sense returning with the sound of morning city traffic and the hotel beginning to stir. The hotel room is a shambles: the bed a wreck, files from the desk all over the floor, suspect wet spots on several part of the carpet.
Tangled in the bedsheets, finally, finally, JJ slaps Prentiss’ hand away from her cunt.
“Down, girl,” she says firmly. Prentiss drops against JJ’s side, wrapping herself around her and nuzzling into her damp neck.
“JJ, you okay?” she asks. She knows how much she’s going to turn this whole thing over in her mind, but she doesn’t want to regret it.
“I’m good, Em,” she says, kissing the top of her head. “That was amazing.”
“You sure?”
“I’m sure. I knew what would happen; I wanted it to happen. You did so good, Em. You’re a good girl,” she coos, and Prentiss nuzzles further into her neck.
Later, in the hotel corridor, Prentiss finds herself face to face with Reid, similar damp-haired, freshly showered. They look at each other for a long moment, sizing each other up, the lingering scent, maybe only to each other because of the last of the drugs in their system.
“Foraging for breakfast?” she says eventually, as she breaks into a smile. Reid’s gone a little pink around the ears, but he returns the smile as he falls into step with her.
“My Om—Morgan needs pancakes.”
“Pancakes is good,” Prentiss agrees, not calling him out on the near-slip. “This way, let’s try and avoid Hotch at least until after breakfast.”
“As we scream into each other’s mouths, my body succumbs. There’s no turning back. This is the moment when we both break—beautifully, purposefully.” - Alessa Kelly