#𝔼𝕃𝕃𝔼 𝕩 𝕃𝕀ℤ.

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This hadn't been how she'd anticipated her week starting. After a long flight home on the FBI's private jet, BODY CRAMPED UP in one of the seats for five hours straight, (okay, so that part was nothing new. she'd been doing this regularly for the past ten years), she must have been visibly wincing & craning her neck & shoulders, because Liz had offered to GIVE HER A MASSAGE. Which, wasn't abnormal, in and of itself. In fact it was a fairly common occurrence. (even more so, ever since the incident) Elizabeth Forbes was a godsend of a woman. She spent every hour of every day just trying to ease Elle's pains & give her the best life possible. & Yes, sometimes that involved deep tissue massages, that admittedly usually turned into FULL BODY MASSAGES. What made today so strange was that this had happened while the two of them were sitting on the couch in the living room, while Caroline was present. & Instead of keeping it PG, instinct had Elle leaning back into her girlfriend's chest, resting head on the shorter woman's shoulder, KISSING AT NECK. She hadn't done so with any mal-intent. She could honestly say it was just habit. When Caroline kicked up a fuss, she'd expected Liz to tell her to 'keep it in her pants', in a much more MOM APPROPRIATE WAY. Instead, she'd rushed her daughter out of the house, telling her she needed her to go & pick up some groceries. Earning the teeniest little smirk from the FBI agent. Once Caroline had stormed off, she focused her attention on that perfect throat. KISSING. NIPPING. SUCKING.

ONE THING LED TO ANOTHER, & within minutes, Elle was curling digits in her t-shirt & yanking it over her head. Short hair flying wildly. MESSY & UNTAMED. Deep scar across her once perfect abs where she'd been shot. Next to go was her bra, swift movement had it unclasped, slipping over shoulders, exposing her perky tits to the room. Nipples instantly hardened as the cool, air-conditioned room temperature rushed across skin. "How long do you think we got?" PLAYFUL TWIRL of the bra around her index-finger, she straddled Liz's waist, grinding hips down, pelvis crashing against pelvis. Tossing bra, she busied her skilled digits, swiftly unbuttoning the blonde's sheriff uniform, casting it to the side, followed by her sports bra. GREEDY HANDS PALMED at those breasts, groping roughly as she went back to town on her girlfriend's neck. Making sure to LEAVE HER MARK. That was when her phone buzzed in the pocket of her jeans. (which were unfortunately still on) She'd planned to ignore it, but Liz looked worried. What if it was her team, or an emergency, or something to do with the Mystic Falls Homicide case. She had THAT LOOK in those blue eyes, so Elle rolled her own & dug the phone out, biting her bottom lip & teasingly gyrating hips against Liz's while she opened her phone, "It's your daughter. She so knows what we're doing. What should I say?" She was half tempted to respond with, 'I will be once you stop cockblocking me,' but there was NO SHOT Liz was gonna let her type that. & She shouldn't. Not knowing about Caroline's little crush on her...& Not when she's SUPPOSED to be one of the mature adult figures in her life.

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Receiver pressed to ear, dark eyes honed in on the WET, STICKY SPOT, smeared across the knee of her jeans. Caroline hadn't been lying. Girl had been close. If Liz hadn't called at just the right moment, denim would have been drenched through as her step-daughter gushed cum all over it. (yes, she was that confident in her own abilities) — MADE HER PARANOID. Timing was almost... Too perfect. Wasn't it? What were the odds Liz had bugged the house, or set up security cameras after her attack? She wouldn't do that without TELLING HER, right? That would be an invasion of her privacy. (unless she was hoping to catch caroline & elle in the act) No. She was overthinking this. Liz wasn't that kind of person. It was just a coincidence. Nothing more. Hell, if she had witnessed what was happening between her girlfriend & her daughter, she wouldn't just call. She'd drive her ass home & CRASH THE PARTY. Intoxicated smile when the woman on the other end of the phone called her honey. Followed by a swift blow to the gut by her guilty conscience as index-finger thoughtlessly swept across the sticky spot on her jeans. Her own clit was still vigorously throbbing. She wasn't about to admit it, but Caroline hadn't been the only one who was CLOSE. Having the hot young thing screaming in pleasure for her. Bucking wildly against her knee. Pinching that pretty pink nipple. Sucking & biting at her neck. FUCK. It had stirred something deep within herself. Something dark. Disgusting. Immoral. & Totally messed up on every level. Knowing that she shouldn't be doing it, in some really SICK & TWISTED way, had only served to turn her on more. She hated herself for how much she loved it.

"Yeah. I'm okay. Really. You worry too much." & For once, she actually meant it. Tonight might have started out with Elle drowning her sorrows in a bottle of gin, but it had ended with her drowning in Liz's BABY GIRL. She wasn't alone. & She wasn't sad anymore. For the first time in weeks, she was completely distracted from her trauma. She wasn't even thinking about Randall Garner or the fresh scar on her chest. (not while with liz?) Another kick from her conscience. She should have DIED & gone to Heaven with her dad when she had the chance. No shot they were letting her inside after this — "Thanks, mom." She teases. Small, drunken laugh & a roll of eyes in Caroline's direction. BIG MISTAKE.

Zero attempt had been made to put her dress back on. She was just laying there. Half-naked. Body exposed. Pasty legs spread wide. Darkened panties damp & clinging to swollen pussy lips. Elle could make out the entire outline of her cunt. Teeth gnawed at bottom lip when she spotted bulbous clit, engorged & straining against cotton. If she'd really been that close, it must be so sensitive right now. SHE WAS GAWKING. Could anyone blame her? She loved Liz, genuinely with all her heart, but Caroline was a very attractive young girl who had been throwing herself at her FOR MONTHS. Even the most loyal of lovers might crack. She'd really meant what she said earlier ; She was drunk & Caroline was hot. That was all it boiled down to in that moment for her. Agent shifted her phone from right hand to left, so that she could lightly smack the right over her step-daughter's stupid mouth when she spoke. Man, this was gonna blow up in her face. Did she really think she could hide something this big from a trained cop, when her accomplice was a self-serving, overly-emotional, obsessive, borderline-histrionic teenage girl? (& the worst liar she had ever met to boot) "Don't be like that. It's a good thing. You guys can't keep babying me forever. She just turned eighteen. She should be out having fun with her friends, not worried sick about ME." Though, it was a lie that Caroline was doing that, Elle really did believe it would be a good thing for her. She had to wonder if one of the reasons she hadn't been able to forget about the shooting around Liz, was because she was constantly treating her LIKE THIS. Made it kind of hard to move on with her life, when the people around her refused to do so. Was like a constant reminder, following her around. Protecting her from life itself.

Hand remained over Caroline's mouth until the girl pushed off the couch, raising the glass she'd stolen. Agent offered a weak nod. (as if she was scared liz would hear it somehow) To signal that she wanted another drink. RAVENOUS PITS dropping to those fleshy cheeks as they bounced with every step the blonde took. Panties ridden up just enough to show more skin. Had Caroline always had such a nice ass? (had she been doing squats?) — "Just some stupid lifetime original that was on. Caught my eye. It's about this girl whose husband has been killed and replaced by his twin brother. I must be REALLY drunk cause I'm kind of invested. I hope she kills the bastard when she finds out." Wasn't something she'd typically watch, but she figured that would make it more believable than if she just blurted out one of her top five favorites. The right amount of detail was important when it came to telling A GOOD LIE. You shouldn't over-explain or be too short. Had she succeeded in convincing Liz? Only time would tell. "Mhm..." Soft, sleepy hum of approval. "DiCaprio sounds good. Whatever you want, babe." Eyes are closed now & she's grinning just thinking about it. She loved their movie nights. She LOVED Elizabeth Forbes. "Yup. You're still my number one." Elle had assigned her to 1 for a reason, "As much as I'd love to see you, I'm just gonna sleep this off. See you after your shift." With that, she hung up the phone, setting it on the end table & letting out a loud sigh of relief. Even with the liquid courage, that had been the most NERVE-RACKING conversation of her life.

Using the arm of the couch as a crutch, Elle pushed herself to her feet, wobbling a bit more than she was proud of. She'd already downed half a bottle of gin. (minus whatever caroline had stolen) She really didn't NEED another drink. Didn't even know if her body could handle it. But, for the sake of her SANITY? She'd keep going until she passed out in a pool of her own vomit if need be. Then she'd write this all off as a liquor-induced screwup, & pretend like she couldn't remember the details come morning. God. She was THE FUCKING WORST. Liz deserved better. Hell, Caroline deserved better. Speaking of which, treacherous eyes dipped to drink in that perfect ass one more time, as she approached the other from behind. Tongue darted across lips. Nipples hard & aching. Clit thrumming. Mind racing with extremely not safe for work images. Most of which involved bending her step-daughter over the countertop, ripping panties to the side, & —

“So what now…?”

Lips curled into the teeniest little smirk as she sidled up behind the young girl, & perched her chin upon one of those bare shoulders. Pressing cheek against flesh, HOT & FLUSH WITH AROUSAL. Her own chest crushed into Caroline's prominent shoulder-blades, nipples scraping across bone. "Mm...I was just thinking..." Words are slurred. She's practically speaking into the other's ear. Sultry breath rushing across skin. She reaches for the drink that has been poured for her, fingers circling glass, but she doesn't lift it. "We both know you've HAD A THING for me for, like, ever." Since she was fourteen, to be exact. Brokeback Mountain accidental gay awakening, etcetera, etcetera. "I'm curious. What's your favorite fantasy you ever had?" She pauses, turning to drag her nose across that long slender throat, "And do you wanna make it a reality?" Elle had STIPULATIONS. Which she'd divulge if Caroline didn't turn her down. (who was she kidding, it was caroline) "I figure..." Conscience was kicking & screaming at her, but she was too far gone. She'd already made the decision to finish what she started when she told Liz to stay at work. "We've already cheated. And your mom's already gonna hate us. Might as well MAKE YOU CUM." Way she logicked it, no matter what they did now, they'd already fucked up. Maybe fucking Caroline really WOULD help her get over her crush & move on? That was what she'd suggested when she started humping her leg. Or maybe... SHE JUST WANTED TO FUCK HER.

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( sms. Forbes. C. ) All the questions we never asked? ( sms. Forbes. C. ) Care to be more specific? ( sms. Forbes. C. ) ...What ideas, Caroline? What's gotten into you tonight? ( sms. Forbes. C. ) Are you DRUNK? ( sms. Forbes. C. ) You're typing like you do when you're drunk.

SHE COULD TAKE A COUPLE GUESSES. She wasn't part of the BAU for nothing. It was kind of her job to analyze people, & Caroline made it HER job to wear every shifting emotion she had on her sleeve. (making her the easiest person to read, & the worst liar Elle had ever met) Maybe she was hoping that the blonde would think twice about divulging the answers to her questions. That they might serve to SNAP HER OUT of whatever lovestruck fantasies had her caught up in their thralls this time. (that she had to specify this time, was worrisome) Knuckles were stroking delicately back & forth across Liz's jawline, smiling down at her while she waited for ⎯ Phone slipped out of her hand, landing on the neglected case files in her lap, she quickly scrambled for it with both hands, hoping not to WAKE her girlfriend from her slumber. Teeth sunk into bottom lip, GNAWING at it,

( sms. Forbes. C. ) How the hell do you know I didn't bone her tonight? ( sms. Forbes. C. ) Were you listening for it? What's wrong with you? ( sms. Forbes. C. ) Let's say I didn't bone her, What does THAT have to do with anything? ( sms. Forbes. C. ) Yeah, I do. We're flying to Ohio in like an hour and a half. ( sms. Forbes. C. ) There's just something about this case that's getting under my skin...I guess... ( sms. Forbes. C. ) Nothing YOU need to worry about young lady. ( sms. Forbes. C. ) I can sleep on the jet. ( sms. Forbes. C. ) & More? ( sms. Forbes. C. ) OKAY. SPILL.

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SPINE ARCHED off the couch, body subconsciously seeking more of Caroline's touch, those dainty digits climbing her ribcage like a ladder. Rung. To Rung. To Rung. & SHE STOPED. Nails scraping at the sensitive flesh just beneath the underwire of her bra. Leaving behind fire in their wake. (part of her wanted her to dig deeper - to really hurt her) She was burning up. Alcohol in her system wasn't helping. & As much as she knew she NEEDED to push the teenager away, for Liz's sake, she didn't actually WANT to, "Oh fuck..." She shoved her chest out, "Caroline..." Guttural groan. Urging the girl to explore further, but she hesitated. Thank god her conscience kicked in, (cause elle didn't think she'd be able to stop her) — "Yeah. Sorry about that." She didn't sound sorry. Mostly because, SHE WASN'T. Liz was her girlfriend. Of course she was gonna have sex with her. If her step-daughter didn't want to hear it, she could pop in some headphones & listen to music or something. Maybe go over to Bonnie's house to escape. She was eighteen now. & Liz wouldn't say no to getting some private time with Elle. Could it be that was why she suffered through it? She knew that if she left the house, the two would GO BUCK WILD on every surface of the Forbes's residence? Some part of her was still convinced that Caroline was just a perv who GOT OFF ON IT. "Mm..." Soft hum. Metallic tang of her own blood tasted even better off that finger. Desire-darkened eyes were nearly black. Tongue swept across bloodied digit, lids flittering as the bitter taste assaulted tastebuds. Clit throbbing agonizingly between arousal-slick folds. She was drenched through her panties. Caroline didn't know this about her, (& that was for the best), but this kind of thing really got her juices flowing. She was tempted to suck index-finger into her hot, hungering mouth, but she stopped herself. If she did that, there would be NO GOING BACK.

"I don't make this easy?" Words are slurred. Jumbled. Almost unintelligible. (christ. how much had she had to drink?) She scoffs & chuckles under her breath, "Look in the mirror." Cause it wasn't HER who had crawled into the other's lap, humping their leg like a needy BITCH IN HEAT — Elle's hands had found Caroline's bony hips, in an attempt to push her away. At least that was what she'd tell herself later. In reality, she was guiding the girl's body in rhythm with deliberate rocks of her knee into that panty-clad pussy. Even through her jeans, she could FEEL how wet the blonde was for her. Denim hot, damp, & sticky. In her intoxicated state, she didn't have the same level of skill as she typically did. Bony knee SLOPPILY SLAPPING against that engorged bundle of nerves. She was just trying to push her away. Right? Yeah, that's right. That was all she was doing. LIAR.

"YOU LIKE THAT...?" Three breathy words that tumbled past ruby lips before she could catch & swallow them. She was way too fucking drunk for this. They both were. She needed desperately to regain her composure, BE THE ADULT, & put an end to this. (they'd already cheated, hadn't they?) Eyes rolled back in her skull & she basked in the sound of her precious step-daughter cursing at the top of her lungs for her. It sounded SWEETER than it should have. Hooded eyes followed Caroline's down toward her own breasts. Brows raising when she spotted hardened nipples straining against the thin red fabric of her top. Okay. That one was gonna be hard to explain away. "What can I say? I'm really drunk and you're really hot." Things she shouldn't say for 100, Alex. "Mmh..." Elle craned her neck further to give more access as the young girl WENT TO TOWN on her neck. Kissing. Sucking. Nipping. & Scraping teeth across pulse-point. That in particular, caused her entire body to tremble. Manicured nails sinking into Caroline's hips. EXCAVATING FLESH — There was her phone. Right on time. It was like Liz could sense how close Elle was to making the second biggest mistake of her life. First, saying that she hated her dad when she was three, before he died in the line of duty. Third, going home that day when Hotch ordered her to. (yes, this was even worse than that. she'd rather be dead than hurt liz)

NEXT MINUTE WAS A BLUR — Panic combined with the liquor in her system & how quickly she'd reached for her phone, had the entire room spinning around them. Then there was the way Caroline's tight abdomen tensed beneath her palm, when she physically put a stop to her advances. Proving that she'd had THE POWER to do so all along. (which of course she had, she was a trained FBI agent. caroline was a teenage girl) When the blonde relents, climbing out of her lap & tossing her half-naked body on the couch beside her, Elle flashes her a look that says 'Thanks.' Answering the phone, just in time to have Caroline press that hot half-naked body right up against her side, swiping her drink. BREATH CATCHES in her throat, & she prays that Liz didn't hear it. Or writes it off as her simply being drunk, "Sorry, babe." Pet-name comes naturally. Surely to Caroline's disgust. She could honestly care less right about now. (girl didn't have a leg to stand on. probably couldn't stand at all) "M'okay. Just watching a movie." Guilt kicks violently at her gut. She's the WORST girlfriend ever. (& she's about to get even worse) — Glance over at the exposed teen through heavy lids. She's tired. Alcohol always had this effect on her. "Caroline went over to Bonnie's." LIAR. "Thanks. Means a lot. But, I think I'm just gonna lay down and take a nap 'til your shift ends. You don't need to take off work. REALLY." (please don't) "I love you." Yes, she was fully aware that Caroline was listening in on the conversation & fuming beside her.