I walk into the BAU offices for the first time, my heart palpitating as sweat gathers in my palms. I’m intimidated by the team I am about to join but excited and grateful for this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. As I open the glass doors, a woman with black hair captures my attention. Her beauty stuns me as I watch her walk across the bullpen. I decide to test my profiling skills and analyze her from what little information I possess. She seems powerful, but she doesn’t know all the power she holds. She’s confident in herself, but it’s only a front and inside she wonders every single day if she is good enough for the team. I snap back to reality as she walks up to me. “Hi, I’m Emily Prentiss. You must be Rosalynn Jacobs,” she says with a smile on her face.
“Yes, hi, it’s nice to meet you. I prefer to be called Ros,” I respond, slightly flustered by her beauty. I can feel my cheeks heat up.
“Well, Ros, it’s nice to meet you too. Why don’t I take you up to meet Hotch?” She grabs my elbow and directs me towards his office. “Now Hotch may seem intimidating at first, but he’s really not. He’s just very protective of his team.” Her hair brushes my shoulder as she knocks on his door.
“Come in,” Hotch says, his voice deep and a bit raspy.
“Hotch, this is Ros, the new agent from the Pentagon. Ros, this is Hotch, our unit chief,” Emily introduces us.
Hotch stands up and shakes my hand, “It’s nice to meet you, Ros. Sorry, we don’t have more time for introductions - we have a case.” I follow Hotch and Emily to the roundtable, walking quickly to keep up with them. We enter the room and Hotch makes a quick introduction, “Team, this is Ros. Ros, this is Penolpoe Gracia, our technical analyst, Dr. Spencer Ried, David Rossi, Derek Morgan, Jennifer Jareau, but we all call her JJ.”
“Well, it’s lovely to meet you, Ros. I’m glad you are part of our team,” Garcia says with a glowing smile. I take a seat at the round table, my heart beating so fast I’m worried the team might hear it. Reid sends a courtesy smile in my direction as Morgan winks at me. “Alright let’s get into it. Three different prostitutes have been found dead in Detroit, Michigan. The MOs are remarkably similar. All three women had their stomachs slashed, the last woman found being disemboweled.” Garcia looks away from the screen as pictures of the crime scenes appear.
“The local police called us in. Wheels up in 30,” Hotch commands as he briskly walks out of the room.
Emily glances over and sees concern splashed on my face. “Don’t worry, kid. You’ll get used to it soon enough and until then, I’ll be here to help.”
“Thank you,” I say, blushing yet again. Her beauty is so striking; I’ve never felt so flustered around someone before.
We grab our go bags and board the jet. I am running on autopilot, overwhelmed by all the action and conversations. The case rushes by in a blur. All I remember is Emily always looking so beautiful, even with bruises and blood covering her face. We land back at Quantico and I sit in my cubicle trying to process what just happened. I am overwhelmed with emotions. I feel like I let my team down and didn’t help enough.
Emily walks by icing the wound on her lip. She stops at my desk and smiles. “I know exactly how you’re feeling. We were all there at one point in time. It was your first case and you did remarkably well. I’m proud of you.” Her reassuring words make me feel better.
“Thank you, Emily.” She rubs my shoulder in an effort to calm me down.
“Hey, if you aren’t busy, why don’t you come to my place tonight? We can order some take out and I can teach you a few tips and tricks about profiling.”
“That sounds amazing. Thank you,” I say with a genuine smile. I grab my things and follow Emily out to her car. I hop into the passenger seat as she starts the car. She puts her hand on the back of my headrest and backs out of the parking garage. Tingles flood my body and my heart skips a beat; she is so hot. “So, do you have a boyfriend?” I ask, trying to gauge her sexuality.
She giggles, but her facial expression does not match her laugh. She looks as if she’s savoring a memory, a forbidden memory she has compartmentalized and hidden in the back of her brain. “I don’t really care for men and with all the demands of our job, I don’t really have time. No matter what I will always be spending most of my time with the team. What about you?”
I grin, sensing she is putting out feelers for my sexuality as well. “I don’t really care for men either,” I say with a slight laugh. Emily rests her hand on the consul between our seats. I picture it gently sliding down and grabbing my thigh. My cheeks flush bright red.
“Mmm...so what kind of food do you want?”
“I was thinking Chinese, but whatever you want is fine,” I answer.
“Chinese sounds perfect. Why don’t you call now and place the order so we can pick it up on the way to my place?” She hands me her phone, our fingers gently grazing each other.
“Sure! What do you want?”
“Just get two of whatever you’re having. I trust that you have good taste,” she says, looking me up and down. I place the order and then return to our conversation. “I have to ask, why do you like to be called Ros?”
“Well, my mom gave me the name Rosalynn and long story short, I’m not the biggest fan of my mom, so I guess it’s my way of rebelling against her. I like the more masculine sound of Ros too.”
“I completely understand. I’m not the biggest fan of my mom either,” she says with a slight giggle.
“Isn’t your mom an ambassador or something?”
“Yes she is and that pretty much sums up who she is. When I was little, she would take me to all the places she traveled to, but it was always the job that came first. Eventually, I felt neglected and fell into the wrong crowd. Some things happened that I’m not too proud of, but eventually, I made it out and I can confidently say that I am happy at this point in my life.”
“Awww that’s good. I wish I could say the same. I just constantly feel like something is missing in my life. I guess that’s why I joined the team - to see if it could fill the void in my life.” My heart is pounding as personal information pours out of my mouth.
We pull up in front of the Chinese restaurant and Emily runs in quickly to grab our food. I watch her as she breaks into a slight jog back to the car, excited for the meal we are about to eat. I notice her hair bounce, brushing her shoulders as a wide grin appears when she notices me staring at her. She loads the food onto the backseat and gets behind the wheel. “Sorry for staring,” I say, my cheeks filling with heat, “You’re just so beautiful, I can’t help it.”
Emily gently swipes a strand of her hair behind her ear, grinning as her cheeks appear red. “Thank you,” she says in a weak voice. We sit in comfortable silence the rest of the way to her apartment.
We make the short trip up the steps to her apartment. I look around as she unlocks the door. Her apartment is surprisingly clean, with only a few files strewn across her marble countertop. “I know it’s a bit much,” Emily says as she notices me looking at her high-end decor. “My mom lent me this apartment.”
“It’s lovely,” I say as I pull out a chair at the table. She opens the food up as I sample everything she ordered.
“I know you’re feeling overwhelmed, but don’t worry. I felt that way when I first joined the team. It’s a difficult job and it takes some getting used to.”
I take a sip of water, avoiding eye contact, not wanting to give away how I am feeling. I picture our lips colliding and I try to imagine how she would taste. I do my best to push down those thoughts and join in the conversation. “Thank you for having my back, Emily. Oh - can I call you Emily?”
“Of course, baby.” My heart skips a beat, butterflies pool in my stomach. The conversation continues as we both devour the food. We finished and Emily suggests watching some TV together. I gladly oblige, taking a seat on the couch. She sits next to me, her knee gently grazing my thigh.
The image of her holding onto a memory stays in my head. I gather the courage and ask her, “Earlier, when I asked you if you had a boyfriend, you hesitated. What were you thinking about?”
She pauses again, debating on telling a lie. “You’re a profiler, you tell me.”
“My guess is that you’re holding onto a distant memory, one you don’t like to unpack often. Perhaps a toxic relationship in the past maybe…” I paused to gather my thoughts. An image of how she and Hotch interacted replays in my mind. “Oh..” I say, not sure if I should continue.
“Go on,” she says, encouraging me with a pat on my shoulder.
“It has something to do with Hotch.” I read her face, searching for more information.
“Wow, you’re a better profiler than I expected. What gave it away?”
“The way you interacted with him. You stood closer to him than necessary, your hands barely touching, but a hesitance surrounded you. It’s not a thing anymore. He wants it to be. You are confused, no doubt because of the walls you put up to protect yourself.”
“Damn, you’re really good. I’ll give you the long story short, we fucked.” I let out a gasp at her straightforwardness. “Looking back, I truly have no idea what overcame us. We were fighting and then it just kinda happened.”
“Oh, so you hate fucked?”
“Pretty much,” she replies bluntly, stifling a laugh under her breath.
I pause for a moment, shocked that she is being so open with me. Thoughts race through my head, wondering if I picked up the wrong vibe from her. My hope of anything happening between us diminishes. Emily stares at a small vase sitting on a side table, lost in thought. A few moments of silence pass until anything is said. “I lied,” she says suddenly, startling me. We make eye contact as I wait for her to explain herself. “I do know why it happened. Hotch was upset. And so was I. Hotch was married and an unsub murdered his wife. He really shut down after her death, losing himself in the work. Eventually, I became the only person he really confided in.” I lean towards her, anxious to see where this story is going. “During the same time I was in a serious relationship with someone. A woman.”
A small gasp of excitement leaves my mouth without permission. Emily gives me a weird look and I feel the need to over explain myself. “Sorry, it-it’s not that I’m homo-against that in any way at all.” I stutter, struggling to gather my thoughts and get them out coherently.
Before I can continue, Emily interrupts me. “Oh I know, darling. Lesbian is written all over you.” Heat rises in my cheeks and I can’t bear to make eye contact with her anymore. Her finger lifts my chin so we are face to face again. “Ros, it’s ok. You don’t have to feel bad or embarrassed about anything at all.” Her words reassure me and my thoughts go back to her story. I nod in acknowledgment and wait for her to continue. She gives me a slight smirk and continues, “Anyway, she started resenting me for being away so often with the job. She felt the job was coming between us. And I understood where she was coming from because Hotch complained to me about Haley - his wife - and how she felt the same way. I knew getting into this job that relationships would be difficult to maintain. That’s part of the reason I joined the BAU in the first place. I didn’t want to be attached to anyone; I didn’t want to be tied down in any way.”
I shift my position on the couch, feeling uncomfortable with her openness and the confession that she didn’t want anything. I selfishly wonder if that attitude would carry over to me, if anything were to happen. She must have been reading my thoughts as she puts her hand on my thigh in order to comfort me. Her touch blows all my thoughts into dust. All I can think about is the warmth of her hand on my thigh, a throb shooting to my core. She gently moves her thumb back and forth over my jeans as she continues her story. “Well that night, we had just broken up and Hotch was drowning his sorrows in a glass of whiskey. I went up to his office to join him and tell him what happened. He was the only member of the team who even knew I was dating someone and that that someone was a woman. Eventually, with a little too much alcohol in our systems and a fight about something I don’t even remember, he kissed me. And everything progressed from there.”
She takes a sip of the red wine she poured us a while ago. She licks her lips as her hand moves slowly, subtly up my thigh, closer to my core. Unsure of how to respond, I say, “Thank you for being so open with me.”
Her eyes widen for half a second. “Wow, you’re right. I’m usually never open with people, especially ones I have practically just met.” She stares off into a corner, no doubt thinking about the few people she has opened up to and how they used it against her. Regret passes through her briefly. This time, I touch her chin and point her eyes in my direction. I communicate with my eyes that it’s ok to share and that I won’t harm her. Her shoulders relax as we make eye contact. I gently rest my hand on my knee, trying to make it seem casual while my brain panics at the contact. She feels warm under my palm, the texture of her jeans slightly rough. My senses are clouded by her beauty for a brief moment before I’m pulled back into reality.
“So, how do you feel about everything that happened between you two?” I’m hoping to get more information out of her.
“Well, the funny thing is at the time I had been identifying as a lesbian for years. I didn’t even know I could be attracted to men. And that night shifted something in me. I always saw myself as too masc to be with a man and too fem to be with another fem.” I start rubbing my thumb on her knee to encourage her to keep going. She pauses for a long time, staring into my eyes. I’m soaking in all the details of her face, her long eyelashes, fluttering with every blink of her dark eyes, her nose and how it has a slight curve, her lips, how soft and plump they look. She brings her bottom lip in between her teeth and I’m a goner. My eyes can’t move away from her lips. I watch as her bottom lip blooms red as she releases it.
I finally have the strength to look into her eyes again. I have never connected with someone like this before. There are so many thoughts racing in my head, the consequences of my feelings, the possibility that they aren’t reciprocated, the backlash of interpersonal relationships with a coworker, the possibility that she’s actually still interested in Hotch. I attempt to will my mind to shut up, but my anxiety is too allconsuming. I watch as Emily’s eyes move over my face, profiling me. She leans in slowly, giving me enough time to decline her advance if needed. I lean in until I can feel her hot breath on my lips. We stay like that for a moment, both of us hesitant about what is about to happen. Thoughts are racing through my mind at 70 miles per hour.
Finally our lips meet. Tingles fill my entire body as my core heats up. Emily brings her hand to my cheek as she deepens the kiss. I feel her tongue brush across my bottom lip, seeking permission to enter my mouth. I open wider, letting it slip in as I do the same to her. My hands tangle in her silky hair. I want to touch her everywhere, soak up everything that is this amazing woman. I’m in awe of her beauty, of her courage to tell me her deep personal thoughts, and most of all, I’m in awe of how attracted I am to her.
Emily moves her hand to my core, applying gentle pressure. I let out a soft moan that startles us both. We suddenly pull back, gasping for oxygen. We try to speak at the same time, but I tell her to go first. “Are we-is this-are you ok if this happens?”
“Yes, please yes,” I say breathily, looking deeply into her eyes. “I want you.” I pause for a moment, uncertainty written all over Emily’s face. “Emily, politely please fuck the shit out of me,” I say confidently, even shocking myself with my bluntness. Any doubt on her face instantly disappears as she brings her mouth to mine again. This time the kiss is much more needy, our teeth hitting each other. She bites my bottom lip and lightning shoots to my core. Without our lips parting, I shift myself onto her lap, searching for friction. She holds my hips and lifts me so I’m straddling one thigh.
“I want you to fuck youself on my thigh until you cum,” Emily instructs, her demeanor instantly changing. She’s become more powerful, more sure of herself. I suck in a breath at her instruction, feeling wetness pool in my underwear. “You heard me. Are you going to be a good girl and listen to me?”
I moan as she calls me a good girl. In that moment, all of my dignity crumpled and a willingness to obey her every command took over. I start grinding on her thigh, the tightness of my jeans adding to my pleasure. “When I ask you a question, you are supposed to respond,” Emily admonished, holding my hips so I can no longer move. I’m desperately searching for friction to relive that ache that has grown in my core.
“Yes ma’am,” I say without thinking. “I’ll be your good girl.”
“I like when you say that, baby. Call me that again.”
I look into her eyes, tears pooling in my as I desperately long for release. “Ma’am,” I say, dragging it out slowly. Emily instantly lets go of my hips and presses her thumb on my clit. She pulls my shirt over my head as I do the same to her. Her tits are so full and beautiful in her black lacy bra that I stop moving for a second. I lick my lips as I attempt to take off her bra. I long to see her.
Emily bats my hands away. “Did I say you could do that?”
“No,” I say weakly.
“No what,” Emily says sharply.
“No ma’am,” I instantly correct.
“What did I tell you to do?” I look at her, slightly embarrassed to repeat her words. Her expression instantly softens. “Ros, if you’re not into this, we don’t have to do it so harshly. Just say the word and I’ll stop.”
A smile rises on my face. Her consideration warms my heart and my core. “No, Emily, no, I love it. I’ll let you know if I don’t like anything. Thank you,” I say, kissing her deeply.
“Ok,” she replies simply, her posture straightening and a dark look taking over her eyes. “What did I tell you to do?” she asks, still holding my hips.
“You told me to ride your thigh until I cum…ma’am.”
“Yes, exactly, so do that.” I resume riding as a tight bulb of pleasure lodges itself in my stomach. Emily unhooks my bra with ease and lets it drop to the floor. She takes one hand to my nipple and gently twists it in her fingers. I lean into her, searching for more pleasure. She puts her mouth on my other, her tongue slowly swirling around. I start to ride her faster thinking about what else that tongue will do.
I moan loudly. “I’m close.”
I wrap my hands around Emily’s neck for more leverage. She whispers in my ear, “Such a good little slut for me. I want you to cum, baby.” I instantly release at her words, lightning rocking through me. My vision goes blurry and my ears are slightly ringing. I still myself in an attempt to catch my breath. “Holy shit,” Emily says, slightly out of breath as well. “Oh my god, that was so fucking hot. Holy shit!”
I look down, slightly embarrassed by the attention, when I notice that I not only soaked through my jeans, but Emily’s as well. I feel redness cloud my cheeks and I look up to Emily to see her reaction. “Did you just squirt?”
“I-I-I think so.”
Emily takes in my whole face and notices my embarrassment. “Baby, you don’t need to feel embarrassed. That was the sexiest thing to ever happen to me. Rip those pants off right now. I need to see that again.” I stand up and pull my pants and underwear down, both of which have been completely soaked. Emily moans at the sight of me naked in front of her. I suddenly feel totally exposed as she sits on the couch still mostly covered. She notices and unhooks her bra and slips off her jeans and underwear so we are even. My jaw drops when I see her completely naked. I thought she was absolutely stunning when she was fully clothed and now that she is naked I can fully appreciate her. She must have been hand carved by the Greek gods. Her body is shaped in all the right ways. Her tits are perky, even without a bra. Her hips are subtle and it makes me want to kiss all over them. I can see a sheen on her pussy, wet for me.
I suddenly feel powerful and bold. Making eye contact the whole time, I drop to my knees in front of Emily, my mouth watering in anticipation. “Wh-what are you doing?” Emily struggles to get out. As good as she is at dominating, I automatically sense that she can be easily dominated. I run my thumb through her warm and wet folds.
“You’re absolutely soaked for me.” I draw lazy circles around her clit with my pointer finger, savoring every twitch and shift as Emily seeks pleasure. “Spread your legs more,” I demand. She does so almost instantly. I’m relishing the control I have over her. I kiss her inner thighs, teasing her even more. She lets out a quiet moan filled with slight irritation.
Suddenly Emily pulls me up by my hair. “You’re dominating me because I’m letting you dominate me. Remember that.”
I smirk at her. “Somebody’s impatient,” I say in a sing-song tone.
Emily gives me a look and I immediately press her clit harder. She moans. “Fuck.”
I press harder, her moans my new addiction. I settle my finger around her entrance as I lick a stripe up her folds. She tastes like a spring day after a long thunderstorm, sweet and fresh. I can’t get enough of her. I want to consume all of her. I start to lick circles around her clit and Emily stifles her moans. “I want to hear you, baby. Be loud for me.” I unexpectedly shove two fingers into her, searching for her g-spot. I know I find it when she moans deeply as her core shivers. “There we go, baby. I like that,” I say moaning into her clit, knowing the vibrations will drive her crazy.
I continue shoving my fingers in and out of her as I suck on her clit. I feel her walls grasp me, sucking me in. She’s close. I increase my pressure on her clit and her g-spot. Her legs start shaking. “Fuck. Fuck. I’m-I’m cumming. Holy shit!” Emily shakes around me as a surge of wetness soaks my fingers. I still for a moment, letting her come down. I look into her eyes as I take my fingers out of her and put them in my mouth. I moan at the sweet taste of her.
Emily’s eyes blow wide with lust. In an instant she picks me up and carries me to her bedroom. She throws me down on the bed, the wind getting slightly knocked out of me. I watch as she opens her closet and goes through a bin. I watch her ass as she squats on the floor. Without being conscious of it, I start tracing my clit. I’ve never been this horny before and I’m searching for more release.
Emily hears the obscene squelch of my wet pussy and turns around. By her stance I can tell she’s reclaiming her position as the dominant. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“Fucking myself,” I say, pushing the limits.
“You’re such a fucking slut. Are you my dirty little slut?” Emily is more turned on than ever, fueling my intense need to cum.
“Yes ma’am.” I drag my fingers through my pussy and then bring them to my mouth. I make a big show of this and moan loudly at my own taste.
“Well I was gonna fuck the shit out of you with my biggest strap, but clearly you are begging for punishment, so it looks like that will have to wait until next time.” My heart skips a beat at the thought of there being a next time. Emily slowly approaches the large bed, my heart pounding and my clit throbbing in anticipation. She pulls my legs over her shoulders and licks up my wet pussy. “You taste so good, baby. I’m gonna need you to squirt again. Can you be a good little slut and do that for me?”
“Yes ma’am,” I say, already feeling another orgasm coming. Emily rubs her fingers over my clit with great speed. She sticks her tongue into my entrance. Wetness floods her tongue as I let out a moan. In an instant, she shoves two fingers in, curling them and hitting the perfect spot. The wetness of my pussy, my moans, and heavy breathing are the only sounds that fill the room. “Fuck. Fuck Emily, I’m going to cum.” I look down to see Emily getting sprayed with my release, trying to drink as much as she can. She licks my thighs and around my pussy, cleaning me up.
“God, you are so beautiful,” she says laying next to me, both of us trying to catch our breath. I give her a kiss on the forehead, unable to speak. I grasp her hand as a few minutes pass, our heart rate slowing down and our breathing returning to normal.
“So there’s going to be a next time,” I say with a smirk.
Emily looks me deeply in the eyes. She kisses me passionately and slowly. “I definitely hope so.”