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leftoverenvy · 10 months ago

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Tastes Like Sugar (ch. 29)

Summary: India Mae, or Indi, is a music major, struggling to pay bills, tuition, work, and make good grades. Emily Prentiss is a BAU profiler, as well as a DC socialite thanks to her huge family fortune. The two enter into a mutually beneficial arrangement: Emily will pay for Indi's school if Indi accompanies Emily to her social functions for a few months, posing as her girlfriend. As weeks go by, the lines between their arrangement and their true feelings start to blur. But money can't buy love, right?

Pairing: India Mae Banks x Emily Prentiss; OC x Emily Prentiss

Warnings: smut; sugar baby relationships; age gap (16 years - but all over 18)

Word Count: 2.8 k

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A/n: Wow, I am so so sorry that it's been so long since an update. I've finally found my joy in writing again. If you're still following this story, I cannot tell you how much your patience and loyalty means to me. Enjoy <3

Chapter 29 - Wayward

My summer with Emily was like a dream. She had only been gone on two cases, spending more regular hours in the office. We didn't comment on her unusually light case load for fear it would jinx it. I loved the time we were able to spend together with a more normal schedule. I enjoyed twisting myself around her while we watched movies on the couch. I relished the way she made me feel as she watched me play the piano. I yearned for the way she touched me every night.

Even though she had been gone for a case in Alaska for the last week, I still counted it a blessing to have had so many weeks uninterrupted by calls away. "Hi angel!" I startled, jumping halfway off the couch.

Once I had caught my breath, I smiled widely and responded, "Emily!" She flopped down next to me on the couch, pulling me in for a proper kiss. "Missed you," I mumbled between kisses. Once our frenzy had slowed down, I whispered against her neck, "I have something for you."

"That's funny, me too!" She whipped out a keychain with a photo of the Northern Lights in it.

I chuckled, sitting up to grab it and examine it more closely. "This is actually very pretty, Em. I thought these were supposed to be cheesy."

"I thought the Alaskan landscape deserved better. It was gorgeous up there; I wish you could have seen it."

"Thank you, babe. I love it." She kissed my cheek, tugging me closer.

"Now," she started, "What's this about a present for me?" I smiled bashfully, suddenly nervous to play the song I had finished for her. "I thought I was supposed to bring you presents."

"I didn't say it was a present. It's not a big deal. Just a lil something."

"Mmhm," she hummed skeptically, her eyes narrowing. "Show me." Something in Emily's glittering eyes told me she was excited by the prospect of receiving a gift. When was the last time someone had gotten her something that she really wanted?

I reluctantly left her arms and stood up. Butterflies swarmed my stomach, nerves overtaking me. This was a bad idea. I should have recorded her song and let her listen to it on her own. I felt like the biggest idiot on the planet – she was going to hate this.

"I've uh," I nervously sat down at the bench, "Been composing this summer." I had worked all summer on this composition when Emily was out of the house.

"I know, baby. You've done some really great pieces."

"Yeah, well." I swallowed thickly. I tried to think of what to say next. I thought you deserved one to show you how much I love you. Instead, I whispered, "This one's called 'Emily's Song.'" Before she could say anything, I started playing.

As soon as I pressed down on the keys, my hands knew what to do. I didn't need to think about it, muscle memory controlled my fingers. I felt myself start to tear up playing, knowing just how much love I had woven into this song. I wished I was brave enough to tell her. Embarrassed by how emotional I was, I begged my eyes to suck the tears back in, certain Emily would be appreciative but not emotional.

As I started the last part of the song, I knew that I would never love anyone like I loved Emily Prentiss. But the thought terrified me. I was only twenty-two – what did I know about love? And how could she feel even a fraction of what I felt for her?

When the final notes of the song rang through the air, I couldn't bring myself to look at Emily, far too embarrassed. I heard her sniff and then push herself off the couch. Another beat passed and I felt her arms wrap around my shoulder. "That was perfect, Indi. Thank you." She pressed a kiss to my temple, her lips lingering longer than usual. "I mean it, angel. No one's ever written a song for me before. It was absolutely beautiful."

Her lips trailed down the side of my face, lingering at the corner of my mouth and until I turned my head to kiss her back. She deepened the kiss and trailed her hands down my body to show me how much she liked the song.

- - -

Emily and I fell back into our morning routine as if we hadn't broken it during the summer. I made us breakfast as she packed her go bag for work. We ate in silence, as she read on her iPad. Breaking the quiet, she asked, "Are you ready for your first day back?"

"I guess," I responded morosely. "I liked our summer together. I liked being able to focus on music and you. No math or English essays to worry about." Emily chuckled at that, moving her dishes to the sink.

"At least you have a good first recital piece ready."

Puzzled, I asked, "Which one?"

"My song," she said, beaming with pride.

I narrowed my eyes with uncertainty. "You really think it's good enough for recital?"

"Yes I do," she affirmed. And her voice was so confident, it left no room for objection. "This will be your best semester yet!" she said positively.

"But how can I be expected to do homework when you're home if your case load keeps up like this?"

"Are you pushing for me to go away on a case?" she asked with a smirk.

"Absolutely not!" I protested. "I'm just saying, it will be hard to concentrate knowing you're home."

"We'll manage, angel." She kissed me on the forehead and moved to holster her gun to her hip. My heart skipped a beat staring at her; she made everything look sexy. "I'm off to work now. I'll text you if I'm called away." She leaned down to kiss me briefly. "I want to hear all about how your first day goes! I'll call you if I'm away, or I'll see you tonight."

"Bye, Em." When the door to the garage closed softly behind her, I sighed. I wanted to get to campus early so I could get a good seat in class. I quickly did our dishes, grabbed my backpack, and hurried out the door.

But life had a funny way of balancing itself out. I had had the best summer of my life and was already disappointed to have to go back to classes, just to receive the worst welcome back to school present: my car broke down. I called Emily in tears, worried that I was going to start the semester off on the wrong foot with my first professor.

I dialed Emily's number with shaky hands, feeling the passing cars shake mine as they zoomed past me on the highway. I wasn't sure how Emily understood me through my hiccups and tears when I told her I was stuck on the shoulder of the highway.

"Shhh. Calm down, baby. It's going to be okay, I'll make all the arrangements. As soon as we're off the phone, I'll call a tow company to come get it and take it to the shop." I breathed a heavy sigh of relief, tears abating, thankful, as always, for Emily.

She continued, "In the meantime, baby, just drive the Lexus – the keys are by the door." I felt my heart rate elevate at the thought. "Or, if you'd prefer, you can Uber over to Quantico and pick up the Jag." Pick up the Jag. She said it so casually, as if driving one of her very expensive cars did not cause me extreme anxiety.

"No I do not want to "pick up the Jag!" Emily, what if I crash your car?!" I felt my face go hot at the thought, palms starting to sweat in anxiety. "You love all of these cars and they're so expensive and I'm not on your insurance!" I rushed out.

"Breathe Indi! It's just a car. And you don't have one right now. Please, take whatever car you want. Or Uber everywhere – I'll put more money in your account for it. Is that what you'd prefer?"

"No!" I nearly shouted. I took another deep breath, trying to keep in perspective that this wasn't Emily's fault and she was just trying to help. "I-" I exhaled into the phone. "I'm sorry," I deflated, "It wasn't fair to blow up at you like that. I appreciate you letting me drive the Lexus."

Sensing the storm was over, Emily said, "I'm only sorry I can't see you drive it." I could almost hear the smirk in her voice. "I'm certain you'd look damn sexy in that car."

I chuckled and swiped at the remaining tears, embarrassed I had cried so much in front of Emily. "We'll see if you still say that when I ding your Lexus," I half joked.

"Like I said," her tone more serious, "It's just a car, angel." I paused, unsure what else to say. Her voice was calming though – she calmed me. "Look, I've gotta run. I promise I'll send a tow truck, but Uber home and grab the Lexus so you aren't late for class, okay?"

"Okay," I said softly, tears welling back up in my eyes.

"I'll call you later with an update."

"Bye…" And the line went dead.

- - -

Throughout my first class, my thoughts fixated on my car and how I was going to pay for everything. Even though Emily had been paying for most everything the last few months, I wasn't sure I'd be able to afford whatever the mechanic's bill was going to be.

As my thoughts contemplated every little thing that could go wrong with my car, I missed everything my professor said. I was immensely thankful the first day was always spent going over the syllabus. I'd just have to make sure to read that thoroughly later tonight.

Over the lunch hour, Emily called. "Car's toast and probably not worth fixing." So much for easing into it, I thought. I sighed deeply. Of course life would throw this at me. Things with Emily were just too good for everything else to be going right.

"Okay…" I sighed. I mentally calculated how long I could go without a car while I built my savings up again. I also braced myself for having a conversation with Emily later about asking to go back to work; that battle wouldn't be won easily. But how else was I supposed to take on a car payment?

"I'll see you tonight, okay baby? I'm going to make sure to come home early."

- - -

Later that evening, once classes had finished, I arrived home. I was excited by the prospect of Emily coming home early, and I eagerly awaited the garage door opening to see if her car was in the garage. Once the door had raised fully, I counted three cars in the garage…except, whose car is that? In my spot, where my car should have been, was parked a shiny, new Audi. Panic swelled inside of me. I didn't want to rush to conclusions, but Emily didn't drive Audis. In fact, I had told her it was my dream car. But surely she wouldn't have irrationally bought me a car without thinking about it first.

Not seeing the Jag parked in her spot, I quickly dialed her number as I walked through the door. "Do you like it?!" she asked excitedly.

"So I'm not crazy?" I spit out, trying to control my rising temper. "You did buy me a car?"

"Yes! Do you like it?" she repeated.

"Emily…" I said in warning.

"Don't make this a big deal, India. I swear to god, don't. This isn't a big deal."

Her flippant tone fanned the flames of my anger. "It's a car, Emily. An expensive one at that." Suddenly, Emily's cavalier attitude on spending rubbed me the wrong way. I had never cared what anyone did with their money; it was theirs to do with as they pleased. But to hear firsthand how dismissive she was about such a purchase enraged me. Especially because she was wasting her money on me.

How could she not understand this? She threw money around like it was nothing. It made me feel like shit, like I was worthless. How could I ever repay someone who gave me everything? How could I ever be enough for her? I had nothing. I was nothing.

She sighed into the phone. "Can we talk about this when I get home?"

Clipped, I responded, "Great." And I hung up. Immediately, I knew I shouldn't have done that. No matter how badly she angered me, she didn't deserve to be disrespected.

I paced the living room waiting for Emily, counting out each step until I lost track. I tried to match my breathing to each tick of the clock on the wall. For forty-three minutes, I tried to calm down, anxious about our impending argument.

But no amount of mental preparation would have helped, because as soon as Emily walked through the door, we started fighting about the car.

"I don't see what the big deal is, Indi. It's a car for fuck's sake." I winced at her cursing during an argument.

"But that's exactly it, Emily! You can't understand why this is a big deal for me."

"Do you not like the car? Is that what it is? We can exchange it for any kind that you want," she offered.

"It's too much! And it wasn't part of the deal!" I shouted at her.

Shock flooded her face and she froze. Softly, almost hurt, she asked, "Do you seriously still consider this just an arrangement?" She spit the last word out as if it left a sour taste in her mouth. "You can stand there and really tell me that you still just see me as an ATM?"

"I NEVER saw you as an ATM, Emily. Of course this is more than being your sugar baby." It still didn't sit right. Rocks settled in my stomach. How could I ever get her to understand?

"Then what? You think just because I love you that should mean my support should just stop" - she snapped her fingers - "like that?"

Our argument entirely forgotten, "You love me?" I whispered, aching at the thought of her taking it back, but sick at the thought of her really meaning it. I wouldn't allow myself to believe she meant it.

"I-" She blew out a puff of air. "Yeah." Time stopped. My breathing, my thoughts – they all stopped. "I love you, Indi. I am so in love with you."

And for a split second, I almost accepted the car. But accepting this huge gift almost felt like I would be solidifying our original arrangement. I couldn't sort it out anymore. I was overwhelmed by it all. By how much I needed Emily. By how this had turned into something so different than the life I had pictured for myself. I didn't know who I was anymore; I had lost myself in a game of make believe.

Emily couldn't want me forever like I wanted her. Too soon she would realize that I could give her nothing in return. Only then, it would be too late for me. I would be too far gone, too far entrenched in the India Emily wanted me to be, the real Indi never to be seen again.

My eyes went huge at the thought. Who had I let Emily turn me into? Who had I become during this arrangement? And how had I lost myself so quickly? Suddenly, I couldn't breathe. This mansion felt like a collapsing, cardboard box. Emily's affection, once a warm, safe blanket around me, now felt like a noose.

Shaking my head, I turned and ran upstairs. When I came back down, bag packed, Emily hadn't moved an inch.

I needed distance from this life – from Emily – so I could find Indi again. But who was I without Emily? It had only been six months, and already I had no idea what life would be without her. I had pretended to be what I thought Emily wanted for so long that I forgot who I was. It didn't matter, though. Because if anything was certain it was that I could never be enough for Emily. She deserved so much more than the little I could give her.

I drove quickly back into the city, to Penelope, to my real life. I knocked on the door to what used to be my home praying Penelope was there to greet me. When she opened the door, tears flooded down my face. As I walked through the door, Pen's arms around me, I couldn't help but feel unsettled. I didn't feel at home here anymore. If I didn't fit into my old life, or into Emily's, where did I belong?

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leftoverenvy · 8 months ago

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Tastes Like Sugar (ch. 31)

Pairing: India Mae Banks x Emily Prentiss; OC x Emily Prentiss

Warnings: smut; sugar baby relationships; age gap (16 years - but all over 18)

Word Count: 2.3 k

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Chapter 31 - Sweet Harmony

Emily's POV: We raced home, her in the Audi, me hot on her trail in my own car. I hated to separate, but I understood the necessity of having both cars at home. I had started to lead the way home, but Indi lagged behind me, uncomfortable driving so fast. My hands tightened and wound around the wheel, desperate to be home and have her back in my arms. "Come on, Indi," I whispered to myself, willing her to drive faster. Hadn't I waited long enough for her to be back home?

When we finally arrived home, I smiled at her pulling her new car into her spot of the garage. I parked as quickly as possible, flying around the back of my car to pull her door open for her. I kissed her deeply, pulling her bag from her hand. "Welcome home," I whispered against her lips.

She smiled up at me, cupping my cheek. "I'm sorry I left in the first place." Her words sobered me, and she could see my eyes tighten at the memory of her fleeing. "Should we talk about this more?"

"I think that's a good idea." I placed a quick kiss to her forehead and then picked up her bag to carry it inside for her. I grabbed her hand, "Come on you."

"Should we make cocoa?" she asked softly.

"It's August…"

She shrank, shoulders hunching slightly, eyes reticent. Softly, "My mom always made cocoa for big talks."

I warmed at the thought of her sharing a family tradition with me; Indi was always so tentative sharing things about her family. "Of course we can, sweetheart."

Silently, we made cocoa together, unsure what to say. I didn't know if we could start talking about what happened before the cocoa was done. Previously, our silences had never been awkward – time with Indi was always peaceful. But now, with this big thing looming over our heads, I wasn't sure where we stood. I had been certain that her kissing me and telling me she loved me back had meant that she was sorry for running again, but the air around us was tense. Never before had I felt so uneasy in her presence. I felt us approaching a precipice, but what came next, I wasn't sure.

We moved into the living room, settling into opposite ends of the couch.

"I'm sorry," she started.

I promised myself I wasn't going to brush off how her leaving affected me. I fought back the urge to sweep it under the rug and bottle up my feelings. Our future was too important to me to hide how this impacted me. I tried to quiet the part of me screaming to throw walls back up and shut her out. I swallowed the knee-jerk response it's okay. Because it wasn't. India's go-to was to just run when things got tough. "Why'd you run?"

She cringed slightly, and took a sip of her cocoa as she thought about her response. "I don't know," she said softly. "I'm struggling to believe I'm worth this." I opened my mouth to tell her she was worth everything in the universe, but she interrupted me. "And don't say it's just money."

"It is though, Indi. Let me just put this in perspective for you. What you give me, I can't buy. You are priceless, India Mae. Money means nothing to me because I'll always be financially secure. I have a multi-million dollar trust fund, millions in liquid assets, and an additional few million in stocks and real estate." Her eyes widened impossibly large.

Before she had time to respond, I continued. "Money can't buy what I want, Indi. I thought I could try when Rossi signed me up for SugarBook, but you are priceless to me, baby." I swallowed thickly, again fighting the urge to board up my windows and shut down. My heart beat wildly in my chest at the vulnerability I was about to show. Near whispering I said, "Money doesn't mean anything when all you want is love. And you love me so wholly."

I grabbed her mug, setting it on the coffee table. Taking her hands in mine, I blinked tears back, embarrassed at how quickly our conversation turned. "No one has ever accepted me just as I am. Growing up, I never felt like I was enough for my family. I never was anywhere long enough to make a meaningful connection. And as I got older, I stopped trying to make friends. Because it hurt so bad to pick up and move again and never see them again.

"And then when I was in the CIA, I wasn't allowed to be me. And now," I swallowed again, trying to compose myself. "You love me, Indi. I never hid who I was with you. And you won't ever know how valuable that is to me."

Her thumb softly wiped at my tears, endless tenderness and sympathy in her eyes. And finally, understanding. "Money doesn't mean anything to me, not when I have the most precious thing I could ask for," I said, squeezing her hand. "But baby you deserve anything your heart desires. It's nothing for me to buy you what you deserve. I have the means to buy you whatever you want."

"I love you so much." My heart swelled again at her admission. I wasn't sure the excitement of her saying it would ever lessen. "I just couldn't fathom why you love me," she admitted. "I thought I had nothing to give you." I shook my head, but let her continue. "I'm not worldly like you. I'm not educated like you. I come from nothing. But to hear you say that you love me because I'm enough? I'm just-" She shook her head in disbelief. "Well, I just don't know what to say. It sounds too good to be true."

She took a steadying breath and looked me deep in the eyes. Unwaveringly, she said, "And to know that all you want is that love and support? Well it's all I want too. You, as you are, are it for me, Em. I never thought I could love someone so much."

"What was it that pushed you over? I thought we had worked this out. When we were in Florida? Or even way back in March or April. Remember? We were out to lunch at that cafe you love? I told you how much you deserve to be spoiled and you seemed to accept it then. What happened?"

"I don't know, Emily," she said resigned. "Wait!" she interrupted her own train of thought. "I remember that day in the cafe. Why do you?"

I paused, unsure if I should share how deeply I loved her from the start. "That's when I knew you were it for me. That's when I knew I wouldn't want anyone else."

A slow smile spread over her face. "I remember it for the same reason, babe."

My heart warmed that she had known so early, as well. "I thought we settled it then: you deserve to be spoiled. I just want you to have everything you want."

"All I want is you," she admitted softly.

"Then stop running from this, from us," I begged. "You break my heart every time you leave," I confessed.

Guilt flashed in her eyes. "Yesterday, I thought if I were the one to leave, it would be easier." I knew that feeling well. Every time I had broken things off with a girlfriend, I had thought similarly. Before Indi, I had never struggled to move on. Before yesterday, the thought of moving on had never been unbearable. "I thought if I were the one to leave, it would hurt less than when you finally realized you can do better than me."

"I've been there, Indi. You don't fake a relationship with an arms dealer without gaining a few scars. But you have to trust me, baby. I love you." I grabbed her face, brushing her wispy hairs back. "There is no one better than you. Please trust me. Trust us."

"I've learned my lesson, Em. When I was lying all alone in my bed, wishing I was in your arms." Her brows creased at the memory. "It hurt just as bad to be the one leaving, because it didn't matter that I left. All that mattered was that I wasn't with you."

My heart swelled, because, miraculously, she really did feel the same way. All this time I thought I needed to buy her time to get her to stay. Starting this relationship as a financial obligation hadn't helped my thinking that she was only here for what I could give her materially. But hearing her say that all she wanted was my love, me, had me reeling. All these months I wondered in the back of my mind what I could offer her besides money, and I always came up short. But to hear that we were enough as we were brought tears to my eyes.

"I guess I couldn't help but feel the same as you did." I heard her gasp softly in shock. "What could a young woman who has everything ahead of her want with me? I mean" - I pulled my hands back to pick at my nails - "I'm a workaholic in a job that poses great risk. I'm old, parts of me sag more than they used to, I'm graying, I-"

"Stop," she commanded. "You're gorgeous," she whispered reverently. She pulled my hands apart, soothing the sting from where I had picked at my cuticle. "I've never been attracted to anyone the way I am you. Please do not speak about yourself as if you aren't worthy of my love just because you're older than me."

And that's when it clicked. What this all boiled down to was that neither of us felt we deserved the other's love. That's what had to change here.

"It's hard for me to believe you could want me like that."

She smirked. "Don't I make how much I want you abundantly clear?"

I chuckled, always in awe of her libido. "Yes, I guess we're not lacking in that department, are we?"

"I'd say not," she agreed. "Though, I would be happy to show you how much I want you more frequently." She pushed me back against the couch, pretending like she was about to pounce. Instead she kissed me chastely and pushed my arm out, making room for herself in the crook of my arm. I scooted down the couch and pulled her into my side, settling her head on my chest. I kissed her forehead, grateful for her to be back here. "Just moving forward, we need to believe in each other."

"I will. I do," she amended, squeezing my hip.

I let her words linger around us, finally feeling at peace again. "Me too." I ran my fingers over her shoulder soothing myself at the repetitive movement. "Where do you see us in a year?" I mused.

"Exactly as we are. Exactly like this," she responded, twining her legs with mine. "Are we okay, then?" she asked timidly. "Do you see me in your future?"

"Angel, you are my future. I love you." I tipped her head up and kissed her softly, the angle slightly awkward.

"I love you too," she whispered, settling back into my arms.

"And where do you see yourself in a year? What do you want to do after graduation?"

"I don't know." She sighed as I started trailing my fingers down her back. "I've never had the luxury of being able to plan ahead. Maybe I'll try to find a teaching position…"

"I asked what do you want to do?"

She hummed, lost in thought. "I don't know…with you now, there are so many more options." She paused and then said, "Er, I'm not trying to take advantage of you. I just mean because of you, I've been able to save a lot more than I thought possible, and I feel like I don't have to take any teaching job that comes my way."

I chuckled softly. Maybe we had made some progress today, but my Indi would still be hesitant about money. "Dream world – you can do anything. Every job is open to you. What do you want to do?"

Without hesitation, she said, "I want to play for the DC symphony." I smiled, wheels already turning about who to contact to get her an audition.

"I think that's a perfect job for you."

"I think so, too," she said, a smile in her voice.

"Speaking of jobs," I said through a yawn, "Penelope starts her first day as the BAU's technical analyst at the end of this case."

"She got it?!" she asked excitedly.

"Mmhm," I hummed.

She exclaimed, "That bitch! She didn't tell me!"

"That she may be off the hook for. I'm not sure she knows yet; I think Hotch is going to tell her when they get back from this case."

This time it was her turn to yawn. "Okaaaaay," she sighed. Her yawn was contagious, and my eyes watered from my second yawn – my sleepless night catching up with me.

"I didn't sleep much last night," she admitted softly. "Can we just rest this evening?"

I kissed her on the forehead. Nothing sounded better. "Of course, angel. We can do whatever you'd like."

Indi snuggled deeper into my arms, her eyes drifting closed. "I love you," she murmured, and I drifted off with a soft smile and full heart.

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Tastes Like Sugar (ch. 32)

Pairing: India Mae Banks x Emily Prentiss; OC x Emily Prentiss

Warnings: smut; sugar baby relationships; age gap (16 years - but all over 18)

Word Count: 2.9 k

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Chapter 32 - Birthday Wishes

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"Pen!" I protested, pushing my hair out of my face once again. "This fan is blowing my hair around, and I can assure you it is NOT sexy."

"Oh, I assure you it will be, my pet," she purred as she continued snapping photos. "Just do something sexier with your face."

I huffed in annoyance. "Very helpful!" I said sarcastically. "I never should have let you talk me into this," I complained, gesturing around at the makeshift photography studio Penelope had set up to take some boudoir photos for Emily's birthday present. "I'm just not good at being sexy."

"I'll bet there's a certain brunette who would beg to differ…" She raised a knowing eyebrow. "In fact," she started, "You should hear how they tease her at work."

"What do you mean?" I asked in concern.

Penelope walked over to position my arms in what I assumed was a much less awkward pose. "Emily is so…" she trailed off. "So cold, hard." My brows furrowed in disagreement. Before I could protest, Penelope amended, "She's a total badass, don't get me wrong. Like a super spy babe…But when you call…" She trailed off again finding the right words.

With bated breath, "when I call…" I prompted.

"She's a total cheeseball!" She laughed. "She's so head over heels for you, Indi. I guess the team has just never seen her like that before." She paused, letting me soak it all in, but then added, "For example, the other day, she had just taken down this unsub. I'm talkin' heeled boot to the stomach, gun pointed at his head. And she was so focused." I could picture it now. My stomach tightened pleasantly thinking about how wonderful it was to be the object of Emily's focus. "And then when she got back to Quantico to call you, it's like she visibly softens."

I tried to reconcile what Penelope was telling me with my own perceptions of Emily. A wide smile spread over my face, pleased that I caused such a change in her. "And," Penelope continued conspiratorially, "Derek has a theory that Emily and JJ were more than friends, especially seeing how cold JJ is towards you." I gulped, unsure if this was a secret Emily purposefully kept from the team even after they had broken up. "And apparently, she NEVER looked at JJ like she looks at you."

Butterflies flooded my tummy. Even though Emily had told me she loved me, it still never ceased to amaze me that others saw the proof in her eyes as I did. "All the more reason for these photos to turn out well. I can't buy anything for the woman who has more money than god – if she wants something, she just buys it for herself. This is my only option for her birthday present, Pen. And I'm just hopeless at this stuff."

"You landed Emily," she pointed out.

"You know what I mean," I grumbled, pulling at the tight lingerie, uncomfortable and out of my element.

A knowing glint illuminated Penelope's eyes. "Let's try something new," she suggested. "What song makes you feel sexy?"

"I don't know…" I bit my lip, embarrassed.

"Fine." Penelope grabbed her phone and changed the playlist. Deep bass and a slow beat reverberated around the room contrasted with the singer's keening, crooning voice. I had no idea what this song was, but the vibe immediately shifted into something more intimate. I continued worrying my lip, steeling myself to be sexy for Emily.

She seemed to have enjoyed the photos I had taken in front of her standing mirror. But I hadn't let myself think about it or talk myself out of hitting send. I begged myself to get out of my own head, trying to reason with my own insecurities.

"Maybe start without my face in them?" I suggested, trying to find a way to ease myself into this.

"Wonderful idea, Indi! What part of you does Emily like best?" I had no idea. I knew which parts of her I liked best. The smooth lines of her back, the tattoo on her hip, the slope of her jaw as she threw her head back in pleasure…

"Earth to India!" Penelope got my attention.

"Sorry!" I apologized, my face heating in embarrassment. I pulled one leg up to my chest, trying to fold in on myself. "I was just…"

"Fantasizing? Don't think I haven't seen that look in Emily's eyes either." Butterflies swarmed my stomach again, overwhelming joy causing a shy smile to stretch across my face. The click of the camera caught my attention. "Just be yourself," Penelope instructed softly, trying not to break the moment. "You're beautiful when you think of her."

"She's beautiful," I whispered. I could never compare, I thought ruefully.

"Let's try from behind," Penelope suggested. "Look over your shoulder. That way you don't have to think too much about what we're doing. Just keep thinking about Emily."

And once we got started, it really was much easier. Thinking about Emily got me out of my head. While I didn't think these had a hope of coming out good enough for Emily, Penelope – of course – worked her magic and made me look amazing. She thought of the best poses to look teasing and sexy. I hoped Emily liked them well enough.

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I woke up with a start, realizing what day it was. I rolled over and gently pressed kisses against Emily's skin to wake her up. When she finally roused, she smiled and pulled me in for a proper kiss. "Happy birthday," I whispered against Emily's lips.

"Thank you." She flopped back into bed, snuggling back into our warm cocoon. "I'm not much for celebrating my birthday," she admitted after a beat.

Hesitantly, I asked, "Because of your mom?"

She blew out a puff of air, a sound I had come to realize meant she was uneasy about something. "I don't know," she admitted softly. "Maybe."

"Well, I'd like to celebrate you." I snuggled into her side, tracing soft patterns against the tattoo on her hip. "Because you're so special to me, Em. I'm so grateful to have you. And you are worth celebrating."

"I love you, sweet girl," she responded simply.

"I got you something," I started hesitantly.

"Mmm," she hummed, pulling me closer. She turned so we were face to face. "I already have everything I need." She kissed my nose softly, her thumb brushing tenderly over my cheek bone.

I huffed in mock annoyance. "I know you have everything already! Do you know how impossible it was to buy you a gift?!"

She chuckled against my skin, pressing more light kisses to my face. "I don't need a gift when I have you."

"But you have me every day. I wanted to get you something special." I got nervous again, thinking that I wasn't special enough to be Emily's gift. How could I have been so stupid as to think she would want photos of me for her birthday?

She rolled me onto my back and started pressing kisses into my neck. "How about you let me decide what I want as a present?" Thoughts flooded out of my head with each swipe of her tongue on my skin.

"Okay," I breathed. She nipped softly with her teeth at my ear lobe. "Emily," I sighed.

"So where's my present?" she asked.

"What?"

She chuckled again, her soft exhale tickling the sensitive skin at my neck. "Can I have my present now?" I nodded, still dazed from her morning kisses. "And then we'll go to breakfast?"

"Okay, babe!" I agreed, cupping her cheek, stunned at her beauty. "I'm paying though!" She opened her mouth to argue, but I quickly slid my hand over it before she could protest. "No way are you paying for breakfast, my birthday girl."

She grabbed my wrist to hold it steady as she placed a soft kiss to the palm of my hand. "Only if I can have you for dessert later."

My stomach flipped pleasantly, the skin at my neck still electrified from where she had been teasing me earlier. "Okay," I said a bit breathlessly.

"Come on," she said rolling out of bed, "I want to go to that little Benedict place downtown. And then don't forget! The FBI picnic is this evening."

"It's a crime you have to go to a work event on your birthday," I griped. "I mean, what's the point of having a birthday on a Saturday if you still have to go to work?"

She smiled at my scowl, but pressed a kiss to my forehead. "Just how it shook out this year, angel. But, I think there will be cake!"

"There better be cake!" I grumbled.

Once Emily and I had gotten dressed for the day, we made our way downstairs. When she saw her wrapped present sitting on the kitchen island she made a beeline for it. I smirked, noting that even though Emily said she didn't think it was necessary to celebrate her, it seemed to be a distancing tactic she previously used to keep herself from feeling disappointment when her mom let her down.

"When did you have time to do all this?" she asked, gesturing to the present and the balloons and flowers.

Sheepishly, I responded, "When you were in the shower last night."

She wrapped me in a big hug, burying her face against my neck. "You're so special, babe." I wrapped my own arms around her tightly, drawing her closer. "I wish you could feel how much I mean that."

"I do," she whispered. "Thank you, angel."

Nervous, and ready to get any negative reactions about her present out of the way, I pulled out of her embrace and grabbed her present. "Happy birthday, babe. I love you, and I wanted to get you something special-"

"I'm going to love it," she interrupted, sensing my nerves. I handed her the package and watched her carefully take the wrapping paper off.

As the first photo was revealed to her, she stopped breathing. "Oh," she gasped in surprise. Reverently, she traced the lines of my silhouette from the first photo. I saw how her eyes drank me in, eyelids drooping with lust. "Baby, I-" I gulped nervously. "Well I just don't know what to say," she said huskily.

I shuffled my feet, worrying my lip. I also did not know what to say. Carefully, as if the picture frames would crumble, she took the first out and set it on the counter. "Fuck," she whispered revealing the second photo. "You're fucking gorgeous."

My stomach warmed pleasantly, pleased she seemed to like her present. Her hand shook slightly as she placed the second on the counter just as gently as she had the first. When the third photo was revealed, her eyes widened. It was the most revealing, the most teasing. She put the box on the counter and grabbed me roughly. "When do I get the live show?" she husked, her tongue wrapping deliciously around the shell of my ear.

"You want to see me in that corset?" My heart pounded in my chest as Emily's hands kneaded my ass.

"Fuck yes," she groaned, pulling me closer. I wrapped my arms around her neck and kissed her deeply. No matter how roughly she tugged me to her, no matter how her body sloped around mine as she leaned me back on the counter, nothing was close enough.

"Emily," I whined. She pulled me up to sit me on the counter. I groaned as she pulled back to pull my shirt off. My skin, buzzing with the electricity of my desire, ached where she wasn't touching me. "Emily, please," I begged. I needed her hands and lips back on me. I needed her. I felt the frenzy in me grow, the desire sparking to life between us.

She pressed a flat palm in the middle of my chest, pushing me back to lay flat. Her capable hands made quick work of my jeans, peeling them down my legs in no time at all. She put my feel up on the counter, spreading me out in front of her. "Don't tease," I begged, unable to bear the thought of her relentlessly slow pace.

She grabbed my thighs and pushed them apart to make room for herself. She chuckled darkly before she dove in, licking up my slit. "Fuck," I groaned. I grabbed her head, weaving my fingers in her hair. I rolled my hips against Emily's mouth, feeling her tongue caress my clit in that way that made my eyes roll back in my head. "Please," I whispered. "Fuck me, Em, please."

She didn't change anything, and I passively wondered if she heard me. My legs were wrapped pretty tightly over her ears. As if she could read my mind, her hands smoothed down my thighs and yanked them apart. She then slowly slipped one finger inside me, her tongue never breaking its rhythm against my clit.

I sighed, content in the feeling. Nothing compared to Emily loving me, even with the cold marble of the countertop against my skin. My hips began bucking against my will, my head thrashing back and forth. Emily forced me to the precipice faster than lighting. My hands slammed to my side, clipping the side of one of the picture frames. The clatter startled Emily, and she pulled back, her lips releasing my clit with a soft pop.

"Careful, Indi. I would be quite sad if you broke my present." Though her fingers still pushed into me, her mouth was no longer on my clit, and I did not finish.

"I know where to get you another one," I grumbled impatiently. I tried to grab her head and force her back between my legs, but she resisted.

"I'm partial to the original," she teased, her tongue swiping against my clit once. "It has…sentimental value," she continued. Her tongue teased at my clit softly. It was enough to keep me squirming but not what I needed. I needed what she had been doing before. I needed it like air. "Best birthday present I've ever gotten, in fact."

"Emily!" I complained. She chuckled, pleased with herself. She added a second finger, but continued teasing with her tongue.

"You know," she said against my labia. "You're mighty impatient today." I whimpered as she licked against my clit a bit harder. "Shouldn't I get to enjoy you how I see fit on my birthday?" I looked down my body, her eyes sparkling with mischief between my legs.

I quirked a brow, unable to keep myself from teasing back. "I thought you weren't one to celebrate your birthday."

"I'm starting to see the merit," she amended, her mouth wrapping back around my clit how I liked.

"Oh god," I groaned, my head falling back against the counter. She sucked slightly and her fingers hit the perfect spot inside me. "Emily!" I screamed, my hand flying to her head to keep her there. "Please, please, please," I pleaded, my hips thrusting against her mouth in time with my begging. She didn't relent, pleasure crashing over every inch of me. I slumped against the counter, her tongue and fingers slowing to help me ride it out. "Fuck," I exhaled, stroking the back of Emily's head. She looked up at me, love overflowing in her eyes.

"Come," she commanded, pulling back. I sat up, confusion furrowed my brow. She tugged on my arms until I slid off the counter. I leaned up to kiss her, but instead, Emily pushed on my shoulder until I was kneeling in front of her. She looked down at me with eyes dark with lust as her fingers undid her jeans. Her intense gaze never wavered. I licked my lips in anticipation.

I helped her pull her jeans and underwear down her soft legs. She slipped a leg over my shoulder and gripped the counter for balance. Immediately, I pressed my lips to her clit. Gathering up wetness with my tongue, I licked up and down her pussy. "That's it, Indi," she cooed. My pride swelled as I pleased Emily.

Gently she brushed my curls away from my face, gazing down at me warmly. "I love you, angel." I blinked slowly, not daring to slow my pace. She bit her lip, her brow furrowed in concentration as she chased her own orgasm. "My sweet girl," she cooed, "You're doing so good for me. Don't stop," she ordered. Her hips started bucking against my mouth in earnest, her head thrown back in pleasure.

I moaned at the sight, unable to contain myself. She gripped my hair so tightly, I felt the sting of the pull. "Yessss," she hissed, falling more heavily against the countertop, unable to hold up her weight fully. Her chest heaved as she came down from her high.

After a few seconds, she helped me stand up. My knees popped in the quiet kitchen as I stood up, a bit sore from kneeling on the hardwood. She immediately wrapped me in her arms, both of us naked from the waist down. "I love you, Emily," I whispered into her neck. "Happy birthday, my love." She squeezed me tighter, both of us content in the warmth of our love.

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leftoverenvy · 10 months ago

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Tastes Like Sugar (ch. 30)

Pairing: India Mae Banks x Emily Prentiss; OC x Emily Prentiss

Warnings: smut; sugar baby relationships; age gap (16 years - but all over 18)

Word Count: 3.7k

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A/n: Watch out for POV shifting in this chapter!

Chapter 30 - Reconciliation

Indi's POV: I stared at the ceiling, my eyes uncomfortable from the ceiling fan drying them out. It was an insignificant ache compared to the one in my heart. Alone I laid. Aching for Emily's arms. With each whirl of the fan I was reminded of each minute passing without fixing what I had messed up.

My night in the city was horrible. It was unbearable to go to bed knowing I had ruined everything with Emily. And as I laid in my tiny bed in my tiny DC apartment, I couldn't help but be annoyed by the sound. Cars were constantly honking, people shouting at all hours of the night. How had I ever preferred this cacophony of meaningless noise? I missed the peaceful babble of the creek and Emily's soft breathing next to me.

As I continued to watch the fan swirl dust particles above my head, I couldn't help the tears that leaked from the corners of my eyes. How could I have left all of that behind? What did I stand to gain by running back to my old life in DC? But Emily was gone. She didn't stop me; she wanted me gone. I had overstayed my welcome in her life.

This was only supposed to be temporary I reminded myself.

Penelope let me be for the night, asking minimal questions about why I had returned home in shambles and tucking me into bed. The only measure of time was the rotations of the ceiling fan and, hours later, the sun peaking over the horizon. Still, I could not sleep. Penelope snuck around the apartment as she got ready for work, trying not to disturb me. Still, I remained tucked away in my bed staring at nothing.

When Penelope returned home from work, she burst through my door without knocking. "What's wrong?" she demanded. I didn't bother to look away from the ceiling, the evening light catching the crystal on the end of the fan pull, refracting the light. "Seriously. Talk to me. Derek said Emily called in today. Spill it."

A breath caught in the back of my throat. Why should Emily take off work? I didn't dare let myself believe it was because she was just as upset as me. But it hurt to think that she was hurting.

Penelope moved into the room and sat at the edge of my bed. "Indi you cannot stay holed up in your room sulking forever. What happened?"

I sat up, tucking my legs up to my chest and curling my arms around them. I opened my mouth to respond but I had no idea how to explain what happened. I laid my head on my knees and sighed.

"Did she touch you without permission?"

I whipped my head up in horror. "Of course not!"

"Then what? Take your money away?"

I shook my head. "It's nothing like that, Pen."

"Talk to me, Indi. I hate seeing you like this."

"She told me she loved me," I started.

"And that's bad because…?"

I sighed. "It isn't like how the tabloids have been showing it. This was all just supposed to be a way to get through school. I wasn't supposed to…" I trailed off unsure how much to share.

"You fell for her."

"Bad. I just don't belong in her world," I lamented. "I'm not good for her. And now she's never going to know how I feel because I left all because of a stupid car."

Penelope crinkled her eyebrows in confusion. "You lost me…"

"My car died. And Emily took care of everything. Like, she had it towed and had a mechanic look at it. And it was so so sweet of her. I was just so stressed about paying that bill so I was already on edge," I said without taking a breath. "And then when I got home from school yesterday, Emily had already bought me a brand new fucking Audi. Can you believe that? She's just throwing tens of thousands of dollars away, spending that kind of money on me without a second thought."

I paused, trying to figure out why this had been such an issue for me at all. "I just got overwhelmed. I'm not worth it, ya know? And I just got trapped in my head. Because how could Emily, perfect Emily, want anything to do with me? I'm-"

"But that isn't for you to decide, is it?" Penelope interrupted. "Shouldn't Emily get to decide what's worth it? To have in her life? To spend money on?"

"Yes," I whispered. "Yes, she should. I just can't fathom why she'd choose me. And I flipped out yesterday."

"Nothing's unfixable, Indi."

Tears leaked out of my eyes, overwhelmed with sadness again. "She didn't come after me, Pen." I pawed angrily at my tears, angry that they revealed how vulnerable I was truly feeling. "She just let me leave because she doesn't want this anymore." It all felt hopeless. Even though Penelope had said anything could be fixed, I just couldn't believe that this could. I'd messed up too badly.

"Did she tell you that?" she asked knowingly.

"She didn't have to." Penelope raised one eyebrow at me.

Before I could respond, Penelope exclaimed, "Wait! If your car died, how did you get here?"

I turned my head to stare at the car key sitting on my bedside table. I laughed dryly at the irony. Four, silver rings of the Audi logo shined back at me mockingly. I reached over and flashed the new key to Penelope.

"You owe Emily one hell of an apology," Penelope joked.

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Emily's POV: When the garage door closed after Indi, I flopped on the couch in defeat. She wouldn't even look at me as she scurried out of the house, bag in tow. And why should she? I had overstepped. I had scared her by telling her how I felt. We never agreed this was for love. How stupid I was to let my guard down and fall for her. After all, we had agreed what this was from the start. How could I expect her to feel the same for someone sixteen years older than her?

But how could I expect to be the same without her?

I looked around my empty house. She was everywhere; there wasn't a single inch of this place that wasn't marked by her. I thought about how on this very couch, we shared our first kiss, her thighs straddling mine. I let my eyes wander over to the kitchen island where countless times I had picked her up and sat her on the counter because I just couldn't stand to go a second longer without her lips on mine. I stared at the piano imagining all the times she sat there and how beautiful she was when she immersed herself in the music. Now, the only sound was the deafening tick of the clock passing each second she spent speeding away from me back towards her real home.

I couldn't stand to stare at the piano any longer. Just days ago she had sat on that very bench and played a song written for me. I shook my head at how foolish I had been to read more into it than was there. I remembered how mesmerized I had been by her fingers trailing over the keys, and how it led me to trail my own down her body as a thank you.

I stormed out of the room, sick at the memory. Sick at the realization she'd never be mine to touch like that again.

But she followed me like a ghost in my own home. When I laid down to sleep later that evening, I could still smell her on my sheets. I inhaled deeply, trying to absorb as much as I could. I wasn't one to cry, but Indi's absence left me desolate. Tears stained her pillow as I buried my face in it to be as close to her as possible. This was the closest I'd ever get to her again.

I barely slept that night, tossing and turning, mad at everything. Mad at the cold, empty sheets next to me. Mad at the universe for introducing such an angel into my life and then cruelly ripping her away. Mad at the crickets chirping away outside preventing me from falling asleep. Above all else, mad at myself for letting her walk out the door without protest.

All night, I wrestled with what it meant that she left. But she had left in the Audi. Was that her silent message that she'd be back? That she didn't hate me? I didn't dare let myself think it might mean she loved me too. But she left. Of course she wasn't coming back. She got what she wanted; she didn't need me anymore.

My phone ringing startled me awake around 6:15. Groggily, I rolled over to grab it, wondering how I had fallen asleep with such a heavy heart. "Hello?" I mumbled.

"Em!" JJ greeted. It sounded so wrong out of her mouth. She didn't say it right. It wasn't sweet like when Indi said it. It almost sounded condescending, even as a greeting at six in the morning. "We have a case."

I groaned, flopped on my back and put my hand over my eyes. No no no. I couldn't leave the state now. I had to make sure India was sure in her decision. Not to mention, I'd be absolutely useless right now. "No," I whispered. "I can't make this one. I'll call Hotch to tell him."

"What's wrong?" she asked. My skin crawled at the entitlement in her voice – like she deserved to know anything about my personal life.

"Nothing, JJ," I sighed. "Just leave it alone."

"I know something's wrong." Her voice softened, "You can talk to me; I'm still always here for you."

To shuffle her off the phone, I placated her, "Thanks, JJ. I'll keep that in mind."

"Is it her?" she asked with distaste. I refused to answer. "Look, we all went along with this for a while because you seemed happy. But what are you doing? You should be with someone a little more appropriate…you know, for your age."

A tear leaked from the corner of my eye. I know, I thought. Because India deserved someone who wasn't always jet setting across the country, someone who wasn't near two decades older than her. But there wasn't anyone better suited for me.

Changing the subject to avoid any further conversation with JJ, I reminded her, "I'll tell Hotch I'm calling out for this case," and hung up before she had a chance to say anything else.

I quickly sent a text to Hotch: Need time off. Calling out for this case.

It wouldn't have been unfair for him to question why, but I was thankful when he sent a simple: OK. I'm here for anything you may need.

I exhaled a sigh of relief. I tried to fall back asleep, but was incapable of shutting my mind off. Was it a mistake to call out? What if India didn't come back? Was I just supposed to call out the rest of my life waiting for her to love me back?

I laid in bed another forty-five minutes waiting for sleep to claim me again. I squeezed my eyes closed tightly, begging my mind to shut down long enough to get some sleep. But the harder I tried to quiet my thoughts, the more insistent they became.

I had to do something – anything – to distract my mind. I rolled out of bed and wandered into my office to draw. I grabbed my favorite sketchbook and pencil set. Immediately, my hand started flying over the page. Quick, dark, angry lines. I filled page after page of a dark horizon, storm clouds looming large over a tree line. I flipped to a clean page, begging myself to draw something less dramatic.

I considered drawing Indi, but I thought seeing her face looking back at mine, even if just a sketch, would hurt too badly. I sighed and set the pencil down. Sketching wasn't going to cut it today. I needed an outlet for this boiling anger inside me. I quickly tied my hair back, grabbed my gun and left for Quantico. I needed to hit the range.

Once I got there, I tried to sneak in the side door, curious if the team had left or if I'd run into them in the building. That would be horribly awkward to explain.

Once I made it to the shooting range safely, I clipped a paper target up and slid it back into place. The lingering smell of gunpowder was calming, familiar. I widened my stance, and lifted my gun, rapidly firing several rounds in a row. Before I knew it, I had emptied my clip into the chest of the target.

I fired bullet after bullet and loaded clip after clip, tearing the paper target to shreds. But none of my anger faded.

Who was I really angry with? When I tried to parse it out, I realized I wasn't angry at all. I was devastatingly, crushingly hurt. Was my love so repugnant that India would rather leave than be loved by me? Is that why everyone in my life always ended up leaving?

Of all the heartbreak I had had, none hurt like this. It was as if when she packed up her belongings, she reached in my chest and took my heart with her. It didn't matter though, because everything I had – everything I was – was India. Whether she returned my affection or not didn't matter. I would never love anyone like I did India Mae Banks.

I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. Hopeful it was Indi, I nearly dropped my gun to empty my hands as quickly as possible. Disappointment crashed over me when I saw it wasn't Indi calling, but my mother. I considered sending it to voicemail. After all, how could I possibly endure a conversation with JJ and my mother in the same day? Ultimately, I thought a small part of me wanted to talk to my mother. I longed to have that close relationship where we could talk about things like this.

"Hi, mom," I answered softly.

"Emily! It's wonderful to hear from you. How have you been?"

"I'm well," I lied. "And you?"

"All good, not much is new, I'm afraid. How are things with India?"

My breath caught in the back of my throat, tears welling in my eyes at just thinking about talking about her. "Uh, well." I bit at my nail, residue of gun powder bitter on my tongue. "She's…"

"What's wrong?" she asked gently.

"I guess we've just run our course," I lamented. I couldn't get into it all because I refused to tell my mother India had just been a ruse to prevent her from nagging me about being single.

"Oh I doubt that very much. You two looked so in love the last time I saw you." My eyebrows raised in surprise. She had been incredibly unpleasant the entire evening of the gallery opening. I had thought she hated Indi based on the age gap alone. "Emily, I know you probably won't really tell me what's going on – you've always been so closed off. But if she's important, don't let your walls and pride become a barrier to you patching things up.

"You have a hard job," she continued. "You always have. You deserve whoever makes you happy."

Tears streamed down my face. "I don't deserve her," I whispered.

"Do you wonder if she feels the same? Emily, we come from money, status. You're a beautiful and intelligent woman." My thoughts reeled. My mother had never had a kind word to say, preferring to highlight all my shortcomings as a daughter, instead. "Isn't it possible she thinks she isn't good for you?"

"I'll think about it, okay?"

"Don't think about it too long, or you'll lose the one you love."

When she disconnected the call, my heart was pounding in my chest. Could Indi be feeling as insecure as me? As much as I hated to admit it, my mother was right: I needed to put my pride aside. I couldn't give up so easily, sulking alone and feeling sorry for myself. I had to give it one more shot; I had pouted long enough. I wouldn't let her leave us behind like this. This wouldn't be the end of us – we were too special to end like this. I wouldn't let us fizzle out all because I was too proud to ask how she felt about us. I quickly cleaned my gun and re-holstered it, eager to get into the city.

I scrolled through India and I's first messages to confirm her old address, silently praying she did actually go back to her old apartment. Once I punched it into the GPS, I peeled out of the parking lot. Please be home. When I parked, I practically ran up to her door, cursing myself for not rehearsing the best way to apologize to her. Before I could talk myself out of it, I knocked three times.

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Indi's POV: "Just go back, Indi," Penelope encouraged.

"I can't!" I whined. "She probably hates me now. I left after she told me she loved me."

"I guarantee you she doesn't hate you."

Petulantly, I asked, "How would you know?"

"Because!" she huffed. "Derek talks about what a change he's seen in Emily. You don't know how she was at work and how she is now. He said she just lights up when she's texting now. No doubt that's because of you."

Butterflies fluttered lightly in my abdomen. Could it be true? I snapped back to reality. "But that was before!" More softly, "I've ruined that now."

"At least call her," Penelope tried again. She had been trying for an hour to get me to reach out to Emily, gently reminding me how stupid I had been.

"What would I even say? I messed up so bad."

"Tell her how you feel. Tell her-" Three quick knocks interrupted Penelope.

I quirked an eyebrow at her. "Who's that?"

Excitement lit Penelope's eyes. "I have a hunch," she said knowingly. A confusing melange of emotions welled up inside me. Excitement that it could be Emily coming to fix things. Dread that it could be Emily returning my belongings. Anticipated disappointment that it wasn't Emily at all. I smoothed my frizzy curls down and tucked stray hairs behind my ears, certain my hair looked wretched after laying in bed all day. "Get it," she hissed, gesturing to the door.

Before my nerves could talk myself out of it, I pulled the door open, gasping at seeing Emily. For a moment, we just stared at each other, drinking the other in. My heart clenched at seeing her; she was so beautiful. I wouldn't survive hearing her tell me this was over. I looked down, begging my eyes to stay dry.

"I'm sorry!" we blurted at the same time. I wrinkled my brows in confusion.

"What do you have to be sorry for?" I asked.

"It was too much. I didn't mean to overwhelm you. And I didn't think about how a big purchase would make you feel." I couldn't say anything, overwhelmed by her extending a peace offering, by giving me a second chance. "I'm also sorry for telling you I loved you. We haven't talked enough about our relationship for that to have been fair to just spring on you."

I chuckled ruefully. Emily Prentiss was truly the perfect woman and there wasn't even a small part of me that deserved her. Before I dove in head first, I needed to try one more time to get her to see that she deserved so much more than me. I couldn't help it. I knew that I wouldn't be able to give her up a second time. "You're too good for me, Emily. I don't belong with you. You're so perfect, and I'm just…not," I finished lamely. "I'm so flawed. What could you possibly want with me?"

She cupped my face, a gentle smiling playing at her lips. "Baby, I know you're not perfect. But you're perfect for me. And I want it all with you. I need you." She looked deeply in my eyes, begging me to understand. "Please come home."

The way she said 'come home' broke my heart. So achingly sweet and desolate. A tear escaped, and she swiped it gently with her thumb. Maybe it was possible she needed me as much as I needed her.

All I had ever wanted was home, and Emily had become home for me. I fled Washington trying to escape memories of home and family so brutally taken from me, but I'd been so unhappy in DC without home or family. Then I had found both in Emily, and by some miracle, I hadn't ruined it. She still wanted it too. "Yes," I agreed.

An enormous smile slowly spread across her face, showing her perfect teeth. It made my heart skip a beat, how astonishingly beautiful she was. "Yeah?" she asked incredulously.

I pulled her face down to mine for a kiss, silently promising my future to her. She tried to deepen it, her smile preventing her from succeeding. I pulled back, breaking our kiss. "No," she whined, pressing her lips back to mine, her hand wrapping around my waist to pull me closer.

"Wait," I said arching my back slightly over her arm so I could look deeply in her eyes. "I love you, too." If it were possible, her smile grew even wider. "I love you so much, Emily Prentiss." She pressed her forehead against mine and sighed deeply. I wrapped my arms around her neck. "And I'm so sorry. I won't run again. I'm so sorry I left. I love you, Em."

She started kissing me in earnest, pushing me back against the door jamb. Her hands kneaded at my hips, pulling me tightly against her as her tongue laved at mine. "I'm so sorry, angel," she whispered between kisses. "Please don't leave again."

My heart broke at her request. "I swear, babe. Never again," I whispered against her lips.

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Tastes Like Sugar (ch. 28)

Pairing: India Mae Banks x Emily Prentiss; OC x Emily Prentiss

Warnings: smut (18+); sugar baby relationships; age gap (16 years - but all over 18); praise kink; body worship; edging; denial

Word Count: 5.4k (Emily's POV)

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Chapter 28 - A Waiting Game

Emily's POV: I had been distracted all day. I knew I shouldn't have stayed home, but I wanted to be near her just as badly as she wanted to be near me. When I finally finished my paperwork for the afternoon, I headed upstairs to get ready for our night out. I heard her music playing softly as she got ready in her room and ignored the urge to go see what she was wearing for me tonight.

Once I was ready, I went downstairs and perched on the arm of the couch so as not to wrinkle my dress. After a few minutes of checking emails, I heard her heels clicking down the stairs. Her tight, dark green dress left little to the imagination. I didn't need to ask if she followed my rule, I could see she had left her panties off by the lack of lines under her dress.

I pulled her into my arms, unable to go another second without touching her. "You look beautiful, angel," I whispered against her ear. She shuddered softly, still worked up from earlier. Lord, did the thought of teasing her all evening excite me. She kissed me on the cheek and pulled back to head to the garage. I grabbed her wrist and tugged her back into me. "Where do you think you're going?"

"To..dinner?" she asked, confused.

I smirked. "You forgot something." Her brows crinkled in confusion.

"I left my panties off, just like you asked, ma'am." I chuckled softly, but shook my head. Slyly, I pulled a small vibrator out of my clutch and held it up for her to see. Her eyes widened. "Oh," she gasped.

"Open." Obediently, her jaw fell open, and I slid the vibrator between her lips. "That's it," I cooed. She sucked on it, her cheeks hollowing slightly, getting it nice and wet. Unable to help myself, the sight of her too sexy, I slid it in and out of her mouth gently, hoping to get her worked up like she had been this afternoon.

I squatted before her, nudging her legs open. Carefully touching as little skin as possible, I slid her dress up her legs to get a better view. As promised, she had no panties on, her bare cunt open for my view. I couldn't help but to lick my lips at the sight. Slowly, agonizingly so for her, I spread her lips to slide the vibrator inside of her. Her knees buckled and her hand flew to my shoulder to stabilize herself. "Oh princess," I mocked, her nails digging into my skin, "It's going to be a long night for you if you're already this wet." Just to be a tease, I dragged my fingers through her wetness and circled her clit once.

She huffed. "I wonder what's got me so worked up."

Smirking at her attitude, I responded, "Yes, I wonder." I stood back up and kissed her on the forehead. I tugged the bottom of her dress back into place, my lips trailing kisses down her temple and cheek. "How does that feel?" I whispered against the corner of her mouth.

Her chest heaved against mine, her eyes refused to open. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips, the tip of her tongue brushing against my own lip. I continued trailing kisses down her jaw to her neck. She tilted her head back and swallowed thickly, unable to answer.

"Doesn't it feel good?" I tried again, sucking the sensitive spot behind her ear.

"Yes," she whispered hoarsely.

"And to think," I said pulling away, "I haven't even turned it on yet." She grumbled the whole way to the car, displeased with my amused chuckles.

_ _ _

Entering Marcel's, India on my arm, had me strutting with confidence. She was so beautiful, the envy of every woman and the desire of every man. As the maitre d' led us to our table at the back of the restaurant, there wasn't a single eye not trained on India. My chest swelled with pride knowing that Indi was on my arm, had eyes only for me.

Each passing day grew more difficult to not tell her how I truly felt. But there was still a small part of me that worried she was faking all of this for the sake of the arrangement. She hadn't been interested in actually dating; all she wanted was some financial help. I chose to keep those three words to myself; rather than telling her I loved her, I opted instead to shower her with gifts.

I had a flashback to our first date, full of awkward nerves and unsure touches. I was thankful that I no longer had to worry about whether I was allowed to touch her, or if she thought I was being a possessive ape. I relished her clinging to me as we made our way to our table. I also couldn't help but to be proud of how far she had come in letting me spoil her. She had been excited to come to dinner tonight.

It had been nearly impossible to let her leave the house in her tiny dress, her legs so smooth, elongated by her heels. It was all the more difficult knowing just how soft they were since I had spent the afternoon touching them. My stomach clenched remembering what she didn't have underneath that dress. I bit my lip in anticipation of later, knowing what reward she had in store for being so good this afternoon. It wasn't often I denied her. In fact, I think this had been a first.

I thought I had the upper hand leaving her so wanting. All evening she flashed those irresistible, pouty eyes at me, begging for me to finish what I started. But the lesson was important; she needed to learn how to wait. Her growing desire, however, made her reckless. It was unbearable to have her look at me from across the table like that – her big, brown eyes fluttering at me innocently. I bit my lip, grasping at my waning control.

Once again fluttering her eyelashes, she asked me to choose what she would eat for dinner, knowing exactly what that control would do to me. India eye fucked me all through dinner, her soft curls haloing around her face. She was the perfect contrast of innocent and sinful: soft curls and big brown eyes with her full lips painted red to match her wine. My hand clenched around my wine glass, desperate to touch her again.

I couldn't think straight. I always found it so incredible that she could make me, a thirty-eight year old woman, feel like I was sixteen again. Smoothly, I slipped my foot out of my heel, stretched my leg under the table, and brushed it against her soft leg. She gasped softly in surprise, eyes darting up from her food to question what I was doing. I inched it higher and higher, gently nudging her legs apart. She exhaled audibly, her pupils blown with want. I smirked at her desire, thankful to regain the upper hand. And surreptitiously, I turned the vibrator on from the control on my phone.

She jolted in her seat, surprised by the sensation. Once she got used to the sensation, she sighed, her eyes drooping slightly. Gently, her hips started to rock against her seat. I stopped the vibrations. Her eyes flew open. "Why?" she whined.

"I don't think you've learned your lesson from earlier." Her mouth fell open in shock, unable to respond. "You forget who lets you cum," I whispered harshly.

"No no no," she argued, "I'm yours. I belong to you, and so do my orgasms." I felt my stomach clench at her words. Maybe the lesson was sinking in. I smirked and mercifully turned the vibrator back on.

Slowly, she licked her bottom lip, her chest rising and falling more rapidly. It was such a pleasure to watch her. I felt myself growing wet, desire for her fluttering deep in my stomach. "Yes, yes, yes," she chanted, her voice growing louder with each 'yes.'

"Careful, angel. Remember where we are," I warned.

Her eyes flashed open, checking to see if any eyes were on hers. Any eyes besides mine, that was. Her fingers scratched at anything they could grab, the table cloth pulling up in her tight grip, dishes sliding around a bit. "Em, I'm-"

"No." I ceased the vibrations again. Her hand slapped against the table, clattering silverware ringing around our corner of the restaurant. Anger and disbelief flared in her wide eyes.

"I was so close," she whined.

"Tough," I said with an unsympathetic shrug of my shoulders. I took a sip of wine while she regained her breath, her mind turning a mile a minute. I narrowed my eyes at her, wondering what she was thinking about.

She demurely raised her napkin to blot at her lips, as if she hadn't just been about to let the whole restaurant know what game we were playing. Mischief glimmered behind her eyes as she looked up at me to ask, "Can we have dessert, ma'am?"

She so rarely asked for anything – I was all too happy to oblige whatever she wanted. "Of course we can, baby. Get whatever you want."

I hadn't noticed when our waiter came to take her dessert order, nor did I hear what she ordered. I was too focused on how her perfect, red lips would soon be smudged from my kiss and how her coiffed curls would soon be strung out from my hands. I was deaf to everything except how she had sounded earlier this afternoon. It had been a while since I heard her so desperate. All I could think about was getting her home.

"Thank you," she chirped at the waiter, drawing me out of my imaginings. She smiled genuinely at the chocolate lava cake placed in front of her, and I smiled at her happiness. There wasn't a thing I wouldn't do to make her smile like that.

But in the blink of an eye, I watched her genuine smile turn into something devilish. Eyes unwavering from mine, she slowly dipped her spoon into her cake, chocolate fudge spilling all around the plate, and brought her spoon up to her lips. Slowly, sensually, I watched her full lips wrap around the spoon. Her eyes closed involuntarily, and she moaned at the decadence. My breath caught in my throat, and involuntarily my thighs clenched together. That moan – sounding just like the ones she made in the bedroom – shot straight to my core. "Indi, god!" I whispered.

She slowly opened her eyes, dragging the spoon out of her mouth, her tongue flicking out to get every last taste of chocolate. "Yes?" she asked breathlessly, batting her lashes in mock innocence. I soon realized dessert was a rouse, a tool; this was revenge for denying her once again. She was trying to rile me up. And damn it, it was working.

She took another bite, her lips wrapping around the spoon again, just like they had before. All I could think about was getting her on her knees so her lips could wrap around my cock like that, like they had been wrapped around the vibrator earlier. I wanted to see her look up at me with lust in her eyes, her cheeks hollowed out as she sucked.

I smirked back at her, not bothering to hide the fact that I was unlocking my phone again. Her eyes locked in on my fingers, waiting for me to turn the vibrations back on. It had been several minutes since they were last on, giving her plenty of time to have settled back down. I turned the vibrator on the lowest setting. Her eyes slid closed, and her fingers tightened around her spoon. While she was still distracted, I caught our waiter's eye and signaled for the check.

Her breathing became more rapid as I didn't stop her from chasing her pleasure. She started squirming in her seat, finding the right rhythm. She opened her eyes and gauged my reactions, trying to hide her pleasure, fearful that I would turn the vibrator back off.

"Finish your cake, angel."

She licked her lips slowly, trying to gain some composure. "Don't you want any dessert?" she asked, panting through her pleasure.

"I think I'll have my dessert at home," I rasped, drilling my eyes into her. I willed her to understand that I was going to devour her as soon as we were alone. I turned the vibrations up.

"Oh," she breathed, her spoon falling to the plate. "Please," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the other patrons' conversations. She gripped the edge of the table cloth, bunching the fabric in her hands. "Please, can I cum, ma'am?"

"Your check, miss," the waiter stated, placing the check in front of me. Indi whimpered, covering it quickly with a cough. The waiter's eyes darted to her, but quickly looked back to me, smiling tightly.

"Thank you," I dismissed.

As soon as he had turned his back, Indi begged again, "Please."

I turned the vibrator back off. "No." I locked my phone and turned to the check, not even bothering to confirm everything was correct on it; I wanted to get out of here as fast as possible. Once I signed, I looked up and asked, "Do you want to finish that?" nodding to her cake.

"Fuck no," she scoffed, already sliding out of her chair.

_ _ _

The ride home had been unbearable. For half an hour, Indi softly whined, her hips bucking into nothing, desperate for some sort of relief. I couldn't help but creep my hand further and further up her thigh, thankful her dress was too long for me to touch her under her skirt. If I had known, definitively, how wet she had been, we wouldn't have made it home.

I slid into the circle drive, not bothering to pull into the garage. She clicked out of her seatbelt the second I began to slow the car, her hand already poised over the handle. We flew up the driveway to the front door, desperate to be inside. I unlocked the door, but before I opened it, I pinned her back to my front with a tight arm around her waist. Harshly in her ear I whispered, "Strip and wait for me at the foot of the bed." She shivered. "Don't move from that spot. I'll be up in a few."

"Yes ma'am." And she was off like a racehorse to follow instructions.

I took my time gathering some aftercare essentials so I wouldn't have to come back downstairs. I filled our largest water bottle, grabbed a banana and her favorite granola bar, and headed back upstairs. Slowly, I crept up the stairs, giving her a few more moments to comply with my instruction.

When I crossed the threshold, I nearly moaned at the sight of her: bare and sitting on her knees for me, a few errant curls falling down her shoulders. I kicked my heels off and deposited her snacks for later on the dresser, my eyes never leaving her. For a beat longer, I stared, waiting for her to look up at me. But she never did. It seemed I finally denied her into submission. My mouth watered.

I rid myself of my jewelry, tied my hair back, and slipped out of my dress. The smooth silk sliding down my body raised goosebumps on my skin. India wasn't the only one desperate to get off.

I quickly grabbed a few toys I knew I'd want for tonight and laid them out on the dresser. Silently, I stalked towards her, ready to devour her. "You've been so good tonight, angel. I'm going to fuck you until you see stars."

She whimpered, but kept her head down. Softly, she begged, "Please, ma'am."

"Look at me." I hooked a finger under her chin, guiding her gaze to mine. "My good girl," I cooed. "Get me off right now, and I will fuck you until you can't stand anymore." Her pupils widened, blown with lust. "Does that sound good?" She slowly nodded, unable to speak. "Lay down," I commanded with a jerk of my head, directing her to the bed.

She scrambled to lay down as fast as she could, settling into the plush comforter. I straddled her head, and lowered myself to her awaiting tongue, our twin moans sounding at the contact. She wasted no time, immediately lapping at my cunt, her fingers soon following. I was so on edge, it took her only minutes to get me flying to the peak. "That's it, baby." My hips rocked faster and faster, my hands smoothing up my body to my nipples. "Fuck, Indi. You're doing so good for me. Don't stop."

She moaned into my pussy, the nails of her free hand clawing into my skin, the fingers inside me curling deliciously. "Fuck," I hissed. She had never done that before and it felt incredible. "Yes, baby. Just like that." I continued to ride her face, chasing my orgasm. I moaned loudly, my orgasm crashing over me as she started sucking at my clit. Involuntarily, my fingers wound into her hair and I pressed her further into the mattress, too lost in pleasure to wonder if she could breathe.

I swung my leg back over her head, flopping to lay on my back while I caught my breath. India laid next to me, thighs pressing together impatiently while she waited for her next instruction.

After another deep breath, I turned to my side to look at her. Now that my own desire had been sated, now that I could finally think straight, I was ready to focus on her for the rest of the night. "Oh, India." I trailed a single finger down the side of her face, letting her relish in my touch. I gently rolled her over to lay on her back. "Don't move," I warned. I walked over to the dresser and grabbed the ankle cuffs and vibrator I had placed there earlier. I had let India suffer all day; it was time I worshiped her now.

I wrapped my hands around her ankles, rubbing my thumb against her soft skin. "Please," she whispered. "Please don't tease."

"You've been such a good girl for me, angel." She whimpered at the praise and my hands inching up her legs. "You've taken everything I've given," I continued quietly. "I think it's time I reward my princess for being so good, hmm?"

She moaned as I traced my fingers up her thighs, nearly to where she needed me. "Yes," she agreed breathlessly. I removed my hands from her thighs to cuff her ankles, and she whined. I slid the leather around each ankle and tied her to the anchors on the bed. I needed her legs open for the rest of the night. Once she was spread for me, I resumed touching her thighs. "I'm good," she re-iterate for me.

"Yes, you are, angel. My good girl." She moaned again, her hands fisting into the sheets next to her. "Now," my fingers traced her slit, feeling her wetness slip around the vibrator still inside of her from dinner. "Pick a number."

"What?" She was quickly losing all ability to think. I slowly pulled the vibrator out of her, drawing a loud, wanton moan from her throat.

"Pick a number, baby."

"Eight."

"So trusting," I cooed at her, swiping my fingers up her slit. She hissed when I circled her clit. "This number could have been for anything." She was too braindead to comprehend the implications of blindly picking a number; I could have been asking for a number of swats. Instead, I had her pick the number of times she would cum tonight. "Do you want to cum on my mouth?"

Her hands traced up her torso to her tits and squeezed. "God, yes," she moaned.

"Get yourself off, show me how good you can touch yourself, baby, and then I'll make you cum eight times."

Her breathing stuttered. "Wh-what?"

I pushed her legs apart a bit more so I could really look at her. I licked my lips, eager to taste her. But I wanted to watch her touch herself first. I wanted to see her fingers covered in her own arousal, watch how she circled her own clit to get off. I grabbed her right hand and placed it over her cunt. "Touch yourself for me angel. I want to see you rub that pretty pussy."

"Mmmm Ma'am please," she whined. "I've been waiting all day for your touch." Despite her words, her fingers were already moving, spreading her wetness around.

"That's it, baby," I praised. "Let me hear how good it feels." She started breathing a little heavier, getting over her embarrassment, getting into it. "Pump your fingers inside yourself, princess." Immediately, her fingers disappeared inside herself, and I watched completely entranced. "Slower," I nearly begged, hypnotized. She grunted in protest, not wanting a slow pace after being teased all day, but complied.

"My angel," I cooed. "Touch your clit with your other hand."

"I can't!" she whined. "I don't want my hands. I can't get off like this," she protested. "I need you, Ma'am." She looked at me through lust-heavy eyes, frustration growing behind those long lashes.

"Yes you can, baby," I encouraged. I started massaging her thighs, unable to not touch her anymore. "Circle that pretty clit. Show me how good it makes you feel."

"Fuck," she hissed after a few swipes over her clit. "Am I allowed to cum? Please, Em, please let me cum."

"Yes, pretty girl. Cum all over those fingers for me." She pinched her eyes shut and threw her head back, exposing her delicious neck to me, though I couldn't tear my eyes away from how her soaked fingers rubbed furiously at her clit. She relaxed into the bed, her fingers slowing.

Immediately, I had a hold on her wrist and lifted her fingers to my mouth, cleaning her glistening fingers. "God, baby," I breathed. "Such a good girl for me," I cooed as I crawled up her body. I left a trail of hot, wet kisses on her skin, even sucking a few marks into her skin.

"Ma'am, please," she begged again, "I need you."

"How do you want to cum again, angel? You've been so patient today." I nuzzled the underside of her jaw as I whispered my fingers over her slit. She didn't answer, only sighed contentedly as I continued to touch her. My touch grew more insistent, unable to deny myself any longer. I kissed her passionately, lapping into her mouth until she was breathless. "Indi," I prompted again, pulling away, "How do you want to cum?"

"Fingers," she gasped. Her fingers wrapped themselves in my hair, keeping my mouth on her skin. "Then your tongue, then your choice." I chuckled at her desperation, eager to get started. "I don't care," she continued. "Just please stop teasing me. I'm going to explode. I need you, Ma'am."

I slammed my fingers inside of her, pumping in and out at a quick pace, eliciting a long moan from Indi. "That's it, baby. Let me hear you." She panted in my ear, her hot breath causing goosebumps to spread down my arm. I nipped at her earlobe, soothing the sting with my tongue. She pulled against the cuffs at her ankles, wanting to close her legs over my hand. "You don't need permission tonight to cum. You cum when you're ready; you deserve it, angel."

"Yesssss," she hissed. "You feel so good, Em. I'm so close." Her fingers untangled from my hair and dropped down to my back, clawing scratch marks down my spine. "Closer," she whined. "I need you closer." I tucked my head in the crook of her neck, panting against her skin, sucking marks into her flesh. She continued to pull at me, needing me closer. Once again, I heard the metal of her restraints clank as she tried to wrap her legs around me to draw me closer. "Yes, yes, yes," she chanted. I pushed my fingers deeper.

"Fuck!" she screamed, her walls fluttering around my fingers.

I slipped my fingers from her and went to slide down her body to clean her up, but she clung tightly. "Not yet." I settled my weight on her, hoping I wasn't too heavy for her. She sighed happily. "I just need a minute," she said, trying to catch her breath.

I laughed darkly. "You have six to go, angel."

She groaned, pulling me impossibly closer. "What have I gotten myself into?" I kissed under her jaw, waiting for her to be ready to go again.

"Can I have a drink before we go again?" I smiled, happy she was taking care of herself.

"Of course you can, baby." I pushed myself up to grab her water, but she clung onto me tightly. "I'll come right back," I laughed. She pouted, but let me go.

Unabashedly, she sat up, her nipples still hard from arousal; she made no move to cover herself. I handed her the water, and as she drank, her fuck me eyes dared me to touch her. I watched her muscles constrict as she swallowed, begging for my tongue to follow the lines of her throat. A single drop of water dripped down her chin and fell to her chest.

"Oops." She handed me the water bottle, eyes never leaving mine. I set it aside, not caring about putting it back on the dresser, and dove for the rogue water droplet. I attacked her skin with renewed fervor, trailing my lips down her skin. Indi sighed as I reached her hips, hands once again tangling in my hair.

I nipped once at her thigh and then moved to her dripping cunt, licking her softly, slowly. "Faster," she pleaded. I refused, wanting to savor her taste. I needed to lick every last inch of her because I knew after this orgasm, I was going to hold a vibrator to her clit until she cried. "Faster, please." I shook my head against her clit. "Emilyyy," she complained.

I slid a finger inside of her, pulsing deeper in time with the rhythm of my tongue. "Oh god," she moaned. I hummed in pleasure. She tasted so good. "Emily, PLEASE. Faster," she panted. I finally complied, wanting her to drench my face with her wetness.

As she came, she wrenched at my hair and bucked her hips, pressing herself into my mouth. She keened shrilly, riding the wave for a few seconds before slumping against the bed. "Fuck," she sighed.

I slid back up her body, hovering over her, and kissed the tip of her nose. "You've had my fingers and my tongue," I husked, "Now it's my choice." Her eyes lit up in excitement.

"And what's in store for me, Ma'am?" She fluttered her eyelashes.

"Five more orgasms." Before she could respond, I closed the distance between us and kissed her, tracing the line of her lips with my tongue. She opened her mouth to me, accepting my tongue eagerly. Lost in my kiss, she didn't notice that I had grabbed the vibrator that had been sitting between her legs the whole time. I turned it on and pressed it to her clit.

"Ah!" she gasped, breaking our kiss. "Oh my GOD." I sucked on her ear lobe as she started writhing underneath me. "Em- I-" Her chest started heaving against my chest as she started breathing heavily. "I won't last long like this."

"That's okay, princess. Cum as much as you want. Isn't that what you've wanted all day? Haven't you been my desperate girl all day?" I teased.

"Fuck, fuck, I'm-" Her fingers dug into my shoulder, her nails causing a familiar sting. As she came down, I slid the vibrator down so I didn't overstimulate her clit.

"You're halfway there, angel."

"Oh," she groaned. She roughly pushed the falling curls out of her face, smudging her mascara in the process. I slid the vibrator back to her clit, circling lightly, drawing a hiss from her.

"What color are you?"

She panted heavily, her hips rocking. "Green!" I increased the pressure and kept circling. "Em I'm so close again."

I kept my rhythm steady, staring at her face contorted in pleasure, her curls spread exactly as I had imagined they would be. She had never been more beautiful. "Come on, angel. You're doing so good. Cum for me again. Let me hear how good I'm making you feel." She shuddered beneath me, tipped over the edge again. Only this time, I didn't stop. I sat back, shimmying down her body and slid my fingers inside her while I kept the vibrator on her clit. I wondered how overstimulated I could get her.

"Shit," she whimpered. It only took her thirty seconds to cum again. While her pussy was still clenching from her last orgasm, I pushed the vibrator inside her and attached my mouth back to her clit. "I can't!" she gasped.

"Yes you can, baby. Two more. Be my good girl and cum for me again."

Her hips started rocking against my mouth, rutting against my tongue. I pulled back slightly to ask her again, "What color are you?"

"Green. Now please!" I returned my mouth to her clit and sucked, feeling the vibrator buzzing against my chin. Indi's moans got longer, one morphing into the next as she rocketed to yet another orgasm.

Before she could come down from her peak, I turned the vibrator up to the next setting and put it back on her clit. "Emily!" she screamed, her thighs shaking around me. I could see her muscles flexed taut, trying to pull against her restraints. Once she had come down from her final orgasm, I turned the vibrator off and threw it to the side of our room to deal with later.

India melted into my arms, completely spent. "You did so good for me," I whispered in her ear. "You took me so well, angel. I knew you could do it." Her eyes closed as she struggled to catch her breath. I smoothed her hair back and kissed her on the forehead. "You're so beautiful, so good for me."

"Can you do something for me, baby?"

"Uh uh," she muttered against my neck, shaking her head in the negative. "Too tired."

"It's important, baby." I pulled away to get her water and the banana. "A few bites while I grab something to clean you up," I demanded. I quickly peeled the banana half way for her and helped her sit up, unlatching the cuffs from around her ankles. "A few bites," I repeated, leaving a soft kiss on her forehead before heading into the bathroom.

I returned with a warm washcloth and was pleased to see she had eaten over half the banana, her water bottle in her other hand. "Good girl." I kissed her on the forehead again. Gently, because I knew she was overstimulated, I wiped her leaking pussy clean. When I finished, she handed me the rest of the banana, took a drink, and handed me her water bottle. "Do you want pajamas tonight?" I asked walking to deposit the washcloth into the hamper.

"No," she said softly. "I want to feel you."

As quickly as I could, I returned to her, helping her settle under the covers. She immediately laid her head on my chest, burrowing into me. I felt unbelievably close to her like this, skin to skin, heart to heart. It didn't take long for her to settle, she was practically jello in my arms. I smoothed a hand over the top of her head and down her shoulder, drawing patterns into her skin like I knew she liked. I relaxed when I felt her body succumb to sleep, tucked securely into my side. My movements gradually slowed as sleep started to overtake my own body. "Goodnight, love," I whispered in the dark, wondering if it was too soon to tell her how I felt.

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Tastes Like Sugar (ch. 27)

Pairing: India Mae Banks x Emily Prentiss; OC x Emily Prentiss

Warnings: smut; degradation; orgasm denial (18+)

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Chapter 27 - Lesson Learned

"I miss you," I whined. "Don't go to work." I grabbed Emily and pulled her into my arms. I stuck out my lip enticingly and widened my eyes knowing she couldn't say no to this face. She was scheduled to go back to work today to finish up some paperwork, but I just couldn't let her leave.

"Baby," she sighed. "We just spent a week together." I smiled thinking back on our tropical time together for the last week.

"All the more reason for you to stay," I tried persuading. My mind flitted back to our longer morning in bed together. She had been reluctant to leave, as well. "I've gotten used to you always being here." I clung to her, refusing to let her go. I needed every last second with her I could get. I just couldn't send her back to the office now.

I hadn't anticipated this tactic would work until she responded, "Only if you don't disrupt me." My heart skipped a beat in excitement. "I have to get this done," she said, holding up some files.

"I promise, Em. I'll be your perfect angel."

She smirked at the use of the possessive pronoun, but kissed me on the forehead chastely. "I know you will, baby."

Emily wandered away into her office, leaving me alone in the kitchen. It was like she had left for work. I had hoped she'd work in the library, or even spread out over the coffee table so we could spend a bit more time together. I made my way into the living room and flopped onto the couch in a huff. I turned the TV on, but it did little to hold my attention, so I scrolled on my phone, as well.

After my movie had ended, I huffed, throwing my head back against the throw pillow. I wasn't sure if it was better that she did paperwork in the office or at home. All I could imagine was her sitting at her big desk, brows furrowed in concentration as she bit at the end of her pen. Or maybe she had a finger in her mouth, chewing on her nail. Either way, I started to squirm at the thought.

I chided myself. First, because Emily agreed to stay home with the condition that she remain unbothered. Second, because it was ridiculous to still want her after how many times she fucked me in Florida.

To stuff the feelings down, I tried reading news headlines on my phone. Nothing. I put on a documentary to tamp down my libido. And I still ached for Emily. I was overwhelmed by how badly I needed her.

I figured if I had something to pull my focus, it would be easier to manage like it was during the semester. I sat down at the piano to work on my compositions, hoping my music wouldn't bother Emily. I stumbled through the partial melody I had previously worked on, but nothing new was coming to me. I stopped, my fingers resting on the keys as I stared at a blank page of sheet music. I exhaled heavily, exasperated at having nothing to do, and rolled my eyes at how dramatic I was being.

But dramatic or not, I found myself padding across the downstairs to Emily's office. I knocked on the door tentatively, pushing it open to find exactly what I knew was behind this door. Emily sat behind her huge writing desk, files strewn everywhere, glasses perched on her nose, pen in her mouth. I stopped breathing at the sight. Her glasses did it for me every time.

She looked up, eyes narrowing over her glasses. "It has not been near long enough, angel. I've only finished up half my paperwork."

"How can you even have paperwork?" I groaned. "You just spent a week off." Emily declined to respond, instead looking pointedly back at the door. I deflated, turning back around to leave her office. It was near impossible to leave her alone when she looked so sexy. The sight of her in her glasses only made my clit throb more insistently.

I paced up and down the hallway for over ten minutes, racking my brain for any excuse I could come up with to go back into her office. Maybe if I had a legitimate question for her, she'd entertain me being in there for a few minutes. I even rationalized it in my head: everyone needed a break, and she had been working for hours now. I was prepared to recite studies about working more efficiently if you took periodic breaks; Emily couldn't argue with science.

But I wasn't actually worried about her work efficiency. I needed her. I had promised to be her perfect angel, but that ship had sailed. I ran upstairs and slid my panties off from underneath my dress, discarding them in the hamper. It was just more efficient this way – there would be less clothes for Emily to work around.

I darted back downstairs to her office. "Emily?" I asked, pushing through the doorway again. "I was wondering, um-" Damn, I thought. I should have planned this out better. "If, um-"

"Come here," she sighed. Smiling, I padded over to her side of the desk. She pulled me in by an arm around my waist, and settled me on her lap. But she continued to look at the files in front of her.

I waited for her to say something, to look at me and recognize the want in my eyes. Her eyes remained steadfast on the documents, leaving me burning for her on her lap. I squirmed against her. Couldn't she sense how badly I needed her? Couldn't she feel the heat growing between my legs?

She paid me no mind as I continued to shift my weight on her lap in a useless attempt to get some sort of relief between my legs.

"Stay still, angel. I'm working," she muttered distractedly. I couldn't help but whine at the pet name. She ignored the sound, her pen scratching at the paperwork as she continued to make notes in the file.

"Please," I whispered, my hips bucking. My cheeks flamed in embarrassment at my need. Still she said nothing, but her hand slid down from my waist and started trailing up and down my thigh.

I sighed and relaxed into her. Finally, she was touching me. Although it was slower than I wanted, I appreciated having her hands on me. Lightly, her fingertips teased me. Goosebumps raised on my skin at her slight, tickling touch. One finger dipped under the hem of my dress, and I gasped. Immediately her hand moved back down my thigh.

I bit my lip, impatient. I didn't dare make another sound. Mainly because I was scared any sound would cause her to stop, realizing I was being distracting, but also because I was embarrassed by how quickly she had turned me on. Up and down, up and down. She tortured me with her soft touches, her fingers slowly inching higher and higher. It was crazy that I was so turned on, thinking only of her fingers, and she was completely unaffected. Nothing broke her concentration.

Absentmindedly, her fingers slid higher and higher. Her hand was completely under my dress while her fingers continued to caress my thighs. When she finally traced the edge of my lips, I shuddered. I tightened around nothing, desperate for those fingers to be inside of me.

Almost as soon as relief had washed over me at the feeling of her fingers, disappointment followed. Normally, Emily would gasp when she found me so wet for her. Sometimes she would taunt me, call me desperate. But as her fingers continued to play with my wetness, she stayed silent. She remained focused on her case file. I turned it into a game: stay as silent as Emily.

"Wait!" she exclaimed in shock. Finally realizing, she dropped her pen. "Where are your panties?!" Innocently, I shrugged my shoulders. "Naughty girl," she teased. I shuddered again at her tone of voice changing. "You really are desperate, aren't you?" Finally.

"Yes ma'am," I whispered. "I need you so bad. Please."

Emily said nothing, but started sliding her finger up and down, spreading my wetness around. When she circled over my clit, I couldn't help but whimper. I rocked my hips into her finger, desperate for more pressure.

"Stay still," she repeated. "I don't want to tell you again." It hardly seemed fair when she had her finger on my clit, but I didn't dare argue. I had tried for so long today to get her this far; there was no way in hell I was risking her stopping.

She picked up her pen, and her focus returned to the file in front of her. Her fingers continued to play lazily between my legs. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back on her shoulder. This languid pace was not what I had wanted when I first came in here, but I was enjoying her touch. I turned my head into the side of her neck, panting into her ear.

After several minutes of teasing, I couldn't help my hips from rocking again, a soft whine leaving my throat. Immediately, a sharp sting jolted through me as Emily swatted my pussy. I startled in her arms, but quickly settled back down, eager for her to start again.

But she did not replace her fingers. Instead, her hand settled back on my thigh chastely. I waited another beat before begging, "Emily, please!"

"I told you to keep still." I huffed. "I only gave you one rule."

"You feel too good," I whined.

"Then I'll stop." She removed her hand from my thigh and circled her arm around my waist. She pulled me close, holding me tight so it was hard to squirm around.

"NO! Ma'am please!"

"Are you going to be my good girl?" I spread my legs further and pressed myself down harder onto her thigh. Her hand tightened around my waist.

"I'll try," I responded pathetically. She scoffed, unimpressed by any answer that wasn't an immediate 'yes.'

Still, she did not move her hand back between my legs. I tried my hardest not to squirm for more stimulation, but I was aching and dripping for Emily. Her thumb brushed once back and forth, and I bucked my hips involuntarily. "What did I tell you?" she asked harshly. I could only whine, beyond desperate to cum.

I grabbed her hand and forced it back under my dress to my clit. I circled my hips trying to get some stimulation.

She swatted my pussy again, and I hissed at the sharp sting.

"Bad girls don't get rewards," she chastised. "Now get out of my office."

"Em, no please! I'm sorry." Panicked, I didn't know what to do. I was so rarely in trouble; I so rarely broke her rules. I slid off her lap and under her desk. I looked up at her with those puppy eyes I knew she couldn't resist. She wouldn't tell me to get out if I were getting her off. "Let me make it up to you."

She said nothing as I unbuckled her buckle. At first, I questioned whether she really wanted me to get out of her office. She gave no indication otherwise – her eyes returned to her case files. I rubbed her thighs over her jeans, my mind racing with self-doubt. Just before I was about to push up off my knees and leave, Emily lifted her hips up for me to pull her jeans down. I breathed a sigh of relief and immediately pulled them down.

I teased her thighs, sucking and nipping at them. I teased her slit. I teased until I remembered how impatient I had just been when she did the same. But I was frustrated to get no reaction from her. Her hips remained still, and her breathing remained even. She was too focused on work.

I started to second-guess myself again. I thought Emily enjoyed when I went down on her, but she was giving no sign that this was pleasurable for her. Frustrated, I doubled my efforts. I sucked at her clit and flicked my tongue against it. I heard her breath catch, and her legs widened, pressing herself into my mouth harder. I grinned and continued.

I slid two fingers inside her and started fucking her in earnest. She moaned loudly, her hips sliding down to the edge of the chair to get a deeper angle. I curled my fingers slightly and sucked on her clit again. "God," she sighed as her head flopped against the back of the chair. I looked up through my lashes to see her eyes fluttering shut. One hand reached up to take her glasses off and the other wound itself in my hair, holding my head in place. "That's it baby," she cooed. "You feel so good."

Her hips started rocking steadily against my mouth, her fingers intertwined with my hair so tightly it started to sting. I came to love that pull, the slight pain a reminder that I was making Emily Prentiss feel good. "Keep going," she panted. "Just like that – don't stop!" Her other hand was gripping the arm of the chair so tightly, her fingers were nearly translucent they were so white. She moaned again, and the sound raised goosebumps on my skin. I did that to her. "Fuck."

Her fingers relaxed in my hair, her body slumping against the back of the chair. I lapped lazily at her, getting every last taste of her that I could. "Mmm," she hummed lazily. "That was so good, baby. Come here," she said, pulling me up to her lap. I settled myself over her, curling myself into the side of her neck while my legs flopped over the arm of the chair. She squeezed my thigh and kissed me on the forehead.

We stayed together like that for a few breaths, relishing the silence and the peace of the moment. She chuckled softly and asked, "You just can't follow the rules, can you?"

I smiled, a bit embarrassed. "I tried, Emily. I really did. I just need you too badly." The wetness between my legs an uncomfortable reminder that she had left me hanging.

Using the present tense reminded Emily that I was still being a brat. She swung my legs to the floor and pushed me up, settling me over the edge of the desk. The sudden movement as well as the force with which she pushed my front to the top of the desk pushed the air out of my lungs. She flipped my dress over my ass and swatted quick and rough. The echo of her slap rang around the room quickly followed by my hiss. My head flopped to the desk, her paperwork now underneath me, long forgotten. I moaned loudly at the sting on my skin when she spanked me in the same spot twice more.

"Didn't I tell you I just needed a few hours to work? And then I'd be all yours for the evening?"

I moaned wantonly and pushed my hips back for more. "You were-" I moaned when she spanked me again. "So distracting in here," I finished.

She wrenched me back by the hair, her front pressing so deliciously against me. Right in my ear, she asked incredulously, "How?!"

Breathing heavily, nearly incoherent with need, I managed to respond breathlessly, "I knew you were in here. And I knew I needed you."

Emily forced me back onto the desk and spanked me again. I whimpered involuntarily, desperate for her to put her fingers inside me. Without warning, she slammed two fingers inside me, eliciting a quick, shrill scream from me. She set a relentless pace, pounding into me just how I needed it. My nails scratched into the wood, desperate to anchor myself to something.

In no time at all, Emily had wound me up to my peak. This is exactly what I had needed when I came in here. "Yes, yes, yes," I chanted. My body could no longer hold itself up; my muscles turned to jelly. I slumped against the desk as she continued to rail me. I could no longer push my ass back to meet her thrusts; I laid there and took what she gave me. "Don't stop. Please ma'am! You feel so good."

"If you cum, are you going to let me work?"

"Yes!" I acquiesced. I'd say anything to cum at this point. "Please! Please!" I begged, nearly there.

"Tough," she scoffed, pulling her fingers out. I stopped breathing, waiting for her fingers to slam into me again. When I didn't feel them, my mind spluttered, struggling to catch up to what was happening. Her voice laced with derision, "I told you, bad girls don't get rewards."

I nearly cried, cum leaking out of me, all stimulation gone. I heard her pull her jeans back up and the soft tinkle of her re-doing her belt. She sat back down, leaned forward, and pulled me to sit back on her lap. Mindless, confused, I complied. I curled back into her neck, panting heavily. I could feel myself leaking on to her jeans, and while I'd normally be embarrassed, this time was her fault. She should have let me cum; her denial was putting me in a bad mood.

She rubbed my back for a bit and then said, "I need to work." I huffed against her neck, a pout forming on my mouth. "How about this, angel? Let me finish these files and tonight, I'll take you to where we had our first date."

My ears perked up, and my heart skipped a beat. I loved Marcel's, and I loved when Emily showed me off. We hadn't been back since our first date. Though the offer seemed like it was the best one I was going to get, I had to try one more time. "I'm sorry, Em. I just want you so badly." I kissed the underside of her jaw, hoping to entice her to touch me again.

"Stop being a desperate brat and be my good girl. Let me treat you later." I sighed. "But I have to work now." Defeated and horny, I kissed her cheek and slid off her lap. Her dismissal and denial was the hardest lesson I had learned to date.

Slowly, defeated, I made my way to the door. As I was just about to cross the threshold, Emily stopped me. "Oh and Indi?" I turned back to face her, hopeful. "Leave the panties off for dinner."

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Tastes Like Sugar (ch. 26)

Pairing: India Mae Banks x Emily Prentiss; OC x Emily Prentiss

Warnings: smut (18+); sugar baby relationships; age gap (16 years - but all over 18); 69; anal play

Word Count: 5.1k

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Chapter 26 - Gone to the Everglades

Bliss couldn't last forever. Finals were fast approaching, and I was overwhelmed preparing my final performances. I had put off studying for finals because I didn't want to waste the little time Emily was home by having my nose buried in a notebook. I wanted to focus on our time together, because I never knew when she'd be called away next. During the semester, it hadn't been a big deal. When she was home from a case, I could put off studying until she was called away on the next one because there was always time to catch up. Finals meant I couldn't keep putting things off.

Emily had respected how stressed I was when she had been home, but she had been called to Florida a few days ago. And I was at the end of my rope. My fingers were always stiff from working on my final recital pieces all day. My brain was always tired from reading my textbooks and notes all evening. It was amazing what a difference her presence made in my stress levels.

I needed some comfort; I was tired of the dust and creaking chairs in the library. But the thought of going home was less appealing than usual knowing Emily would not be there when I arrived home. I missed her arms, her kiss, her smile. I missed her.

When I finally made it home, I flopped on the couch, snuggled under a throw, and picked up my phone to call Emily. I knew this was a bad case for her – she had been working longer hours than typical. I wasn't expecting her to answer, but I desperately hoped she would.

"Hi angel…" she answered, exhaustion coloring her tone. It was still a relief to hear her smooth voice.

"Em!" I exclaimed in surprise. "I didn't expect you to answer."

"I know baby, I know. I'm so sorry we were called away. And I'm especially sorry we haven't been able to have our daily calls."

Though I already knew the answer, I asked, "Are you eating?"

She hesitated. "Yes…"

I sighed. "I'm going to start sneaking snacks into your suit pockets."

She chuckled, and I smiled at the sound – it's exactly what I needed. "Why don't you start sneaking you into my suit pockets?"

I smiled brightly like a fool in love. "I'd be so happy to try that, babe. I might be a bit distracting, though."

"Oh there's no question of that, sweet girl. I can't keep my hands to myself when you're around."

I giggled, remembering a few nights ago when exactly that happened. "That might be unprofessional. I'm sure Hotch would have something to say about that."

"Yes he might," she agreed. Our conversation tapered off, neither of us wanting to let the other go. I knew Emily needed to get back to work, but I was so unwilling to let her. I tried to be patient with her, recognizing it wasn't her fault that people were serial killers, but understanding her schedule never actually made it easier when she wasn't home.

"I wish I could see your final recital," she admitted. "It's looking like I'm going to miss it."

"It's fine, babe," I fibbed. Though I wished she could be here for that, it did take some of the pressure off from having a perfect performance. "I just wish you could be here now," I responded softly. "I miss you."

"I miss you too, angel. I'll be home before you know it." We both knew she couldn't make a promise like that, but the reassurance was nice to hear all the same.

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I rejoiced when finals were over. I breathed a huge sigh of relief, free for the summer. Thanks to Emily, I didn't need to work this summer, and it was the first summer I had in years where I wasn't staring down a full time work schedule just to make ends meet. I was able to relax, not strapped to the stress of wondering how I'd afford to eat until loans hit in August. I really was at liberty to work on music all summer; I had a melody in my head ready to come out. I had songs in my heart begging to be released for Emily.

On my first morning off, I sat down at the piano to write. Before I could get too lost into writing, echoes of my phone's vibrations against the wood of the piano startled me.

I answered, "Hi Em!"

"Angel," she greeted, much happier than last time we spoke a few days ago. "Can you take a week off of classes?"

My brow furrowed in confusion. "It's summer – I'm done with classes. Why?"

"Hotch forced us all on vacation. We all have a mandatory week off." My stomach fluttered in excitement, ready to actually have some summer vacation with Emily.

"When can I expect you home?"

"I stayed in Florida," she informed. "I was thinking you could join me. Can you come to Florida? Are you busy?"

"I'm just working on some compositions now," I explained. "Of course I can come to Florida." I was already mentally packing what I would need. Maybe I could run to the mall really quickly to get a new swimsuit to surprise Emily.

"I'll make sure you have access to a piano," Emily promised. "I'll find a hotel that will accommodate that."

"It's just a week, babe. I can take a week off."

"I think a week off will be good for us," Emily stated suggestively. An uninterrupted week of sex with Emily sounded like the perfect way to kick off summer.

I promised, "I'll get the earliest flight I can. I can't wait to see you."

"I was hoping you'd say yes. But don't you worry about flights. I'll make all the arrangements."

"You don't have to do that, Em. I can get my own flight."

"I told you, angel. I'm always going to take care of you."

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As soon as I got off the phone with Emily, I was racing upstairs to pack for our trip. I had only brought one swimsuit to Emily's and it wasn't very sexy. This old, modest, plain one piece certainly wasn't going to wow her. I packed most of my toiletries and clothes, and then grabbed my keys to run to the store.

According to the itinerary Emily had just sent, I only had a few hours left before the car would arrive to pick me up to take me to the airport. I was giddy about a car picking me up from home just to take me to the airport. Unfortunately, though, that meant I only had time for one store to pick out a new swimsuit.

Like a tornado, I swept through the store, grabbing everything in my path to make sure I got the best swimsuit for Emily. I grabbed swimsuits Penelope would be proud of me for trying, the ones that made me scared to even look at. I grabbed the ones that barely had any material, hoping Emily would be unable to keep her hands to herself. Standing in the mirror of the dressing room, staring at my near-naked body, I figured Emily would be quite pleased with my choices.

I raced back home, and in the blink of an eye, I heard the beep of a car horn from outside. I lumbered down the stairs with my way-too-large-for-a-week-away suitcase to get out the door. When I locked the house behind me, the driver immediately came to grab my bag. He held the door open for me to climb in the car. If this was any indication of how vacation would be, I couldn't wait to get to Florida.

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As soon as the plane's wheels touched down on the tarmac, I was bouncing in my seat like a child on Christmas morning. I was excited to see Emily, but I was also excited to have a real summer vacation. The Florida humidity immediately suffocating me as soon as I stepped onto the jetway nearly dampened my spirits. Nearly.

As soon as I exited the secured area of the Miami airport, Emily was there waiting for me with a resplendent smile and a warm embrace.

"Thank you!" I said genuinely. It was nice not having to worry about parking at the airport. "And thank you for booking my flight."

"Oh, angel." Emily grabbed my hand as we walked to the baggage claim. "You're welcome. Only the best for my girl."

As we waited for the luggage carousel to start shooting out bags, I turned to stand in Emily's arms. I traced the dark circles under her eyes and frowned. She always came back from a case tired, but she never looked beaten down. "Lots of sleep tonight."

"If you insist," Emily laughed.

"You can show me Florida tomorrow."

Emily shook her head and leaned forward slightly, lowering her voice, "The only thing I'm showing you of Florida tomorrow is the inside of our hotel room."

"If you insist," I repeated with a wink.

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As soon as we got back to the hotel – the nicest hotel I had ever been in – Emily was ready to go straight to sleep. I watched TV and rubbed her back while she fell asleep on me. While I normally liked to be the one in Emily's place, I knew she needed this comfort, and any physical contact I could have after such a long case was fine by me.

I woke, before Emily, to the Florida sun streaming through the gap in the curtains of our hotel room. I gazed around again in wonderment. This hotel was magnificent, like nothing I had ever experienced. Traveling with Emily Prentiss was luxurious, I could tell. I couldn't wait to see what she had in store for me today.

I reluctantly slipped out of Emily's arms to get some coffee and shower. I knew we'd likely spend all day on the beach, but this Florida humidity was killing me.

In the middle of my quick shower, I heard a soft, "Good morning, angel."

I popped my head out of the shower, a big smile on my face. "Good morning." She leaned in for a quick, wet kiss. I quickly finished my shower and stepped out. Emily was pulling her hair up into a bun. I silently thrilled at the sight; she so rarely pulled her hair back, but she looked so precious like this.

She whipped around and instantly pulled me into her. "I could have you like this all day," she whispered against my neck.

I pouted slightly – I had wanted to tease her with my new swimsuits. As much as I wanted to spend this week in Emily's arms, I also wanted to see the ocean. "You can have me like this in the ocean too," I pointed out meekly.

She chuckled and kissed my jaw. "We can swim, baby. Don't worry."

"One of us is going to need lots of sunscreen," I teased.

She huffed and replied, "One of us is going to need help putting that on." I gulped. Having my hands all over Emily sounded wonderful.

I giggled and called "Okay," as I pulled out of her arms to go put my swimsuit on.

Once we were ready, Emily showed me another surprise feature of our hotel room. The back doors opened up to a cabana and private section of the beach. The cabana had a canopy of white linen around it for privacy, the bed also swathed in white linen. My mind ran wild with what we could do in that cabana.

I slipped my coverup off, revealing the barely-there bikini I had chosen for this trip. Emily groaned and pulled me into her arms. "What is this?" she husked.

"A swimsuit," I answered falsely innocent.

Her fingers toyed with the ties at my hips, a finger dipping between the fabric and my skin. I shivered as Emily's nose trailed along my shoulder as her hands smoothed up and down my back. "You," she breathed, "Are such a tease."

"I'm not!" She slapped my ass, and my breath hitched at the slight sting.

"Really?" She tugged at the strap on my back, "When did you buy this, then?"

I swallowed thickly, knowing she was about to prove her point. "I don't recall."

She chuckled and pulled back. "Liar!" I couldn't help it, a rueful smile tugged at the corner of my mouth. "You can't fool me, baby," she teased as she tenderly swiped her thumb over my cheek.

I warred with myself once Emily had broken out the sunscreen. Smoothing my hands over her soft skin and strong muscles had me longing to use the cabana before us, draw the curtains around us and shut everything out. But I wanted to finally swim in an ocean that wasn't freezing cold. I wanted the full Florida experience. The longer my hands remained on Emily, the more I was willing to forget the waiting ocean.

Luckily – if it really could be called that – Emily kept her wits about her a bit better than I had. She tugged me away from the bed under the cabana and pulled us into the warm sun. I sighed feeling the sun kissing my skin, the water lapping at my ankles, and Emily's hand grasping mine.

I shrieked as she bent down and splashed me. I ripped my hand from her grasp and ran into the ocean. If I was already wet, she couldn't splash me too much. She chased after me, catching me as the tide caused me to lose my balance. She pulled me deeper into the water, the tide helping her. Once the water had covered most of us, her hands started wandering again. There was something about her soft, wet skin touching mine. Maybe it was that both of us were on vacation, relaxed. All I knew was I needed her.

I jumped up and wrapped my legs around her waist, the waves pushing us closer. Her mouth attached to mine desperately. My arms closed tightly around her neck, and I whined, "I can't get close enough."

"Baby," she gasped, "Was this enough time in the ocean?"

"No," I answered honestly; we had just gotten here. "But it isn't going anywhere."

She started walking with me wrapped around her like seaweed back to our cabana, her lips never leaving mine. Time always slowed down when Emily's mouth was on me, and in the blink of an eye, she was dropping me onto the bed underneath our cabana. In sync, we crawled up the bed, her mouth never leaving my skin.

"I missed you like this," I breathed heavily.

"You have no idea, angel," she muttered against my neck. Agonizingly slowly, she pulled at the ties at my hips, pulling my bikini bottom from my body.

"I need you," I whimpered.

"Patience," she cooed at me. "You can be patient for me, can't you baby?"

I shook my head, my legs tightening around her waist again.

She kissed me deeply, her tongue plunging into my mouth. "Tough," she teased.

I whimpered as she explored my body. She touched everywhere but where I needed her most. I clawed at the straps at her shoulders, wanting to push her own swimsuit down to reveal her gorgeous body.

She rolled us, pulling me on top of her. I trailed my mouth down her chest, pulling her swimsuit down as I went. I licked at her skin, salty from the ocean water. She arched her back up as I took a nipple into my mouth.

"I can't wait anymore," she gasped. "Turn around."

"What?" I asked confused. She pulled at my hips until I was facing her feet. She pulled my hips down to settle me over her face. "OH!" I exclaimed as it clicked for me that Emily wanted to 69.

Immediately, I dropped to my elbows, all too ready to please her as she pleased me. I clawed at the sheets as I felt her tongue swipe against me. "Emily," I sighed against the skin of her thigh. It took me a second to remember I was supposed to be going down on her, as well. I was too lost in the feeling of her tongue inside of me.

Emily lifted her hips up, signaling to me that I better get started soon. I dropped my head and licked long and hard against her pussy. I felt her moan against my clit, my legs tightening against her head in response. We drove each other faster and faster to our peaks. Like a race, we did everything we could to get the other off. Passion and our time apart drove our frenzy.

Emily slipped the tip of her finger into me, toying with my wetness. And shockingly, she slipped it higher and circled my other entrance. I stiffened in surprise, but pushed back and moaned. It felt surprisingly good. Emily's pleasure was long forgotten as soon as she pushed the tip of her finger ever so slightly into my hole. I started rocking against her finger and face, never having felt an orgasm approach this quickly.

I threw my head back in pleasure, moaning loudly into the open air. "Emily!" I chanted over and over. "Please!" She wiggled her finger slightly and sucked harshly on my clit. "YES!" I screamed as I came, the feeling of tightening around her finger new, but wonderful all the same.

I slumped against her, resting my head on her thigh as I came down. After catching my breath, I remembered Emily hadn't cum yet. I lazily dipped a finger between her folds and dragged her wetness around. I circled her clit lightly, lazily, still riding the euphoria from my own orgasm.

After a few minutes, Emily was at the end of her patience with me, pushing her hips up and huffing for more. I circled my finger faster, pushing back up onto my elbow for a better angle. I pushed my fingers inside of her and lowered my head to lick her clit. The angle was awkward; I had never pleasured her like this before, but I wasn't going to disappoint her. I scissored my fingers inside of her and alternated sucking and poking my tongue out to lap against her clit.

Her hand grabbed my hip, squeezing the flesh of my ass, nails digging into my skin. "Fuck, baby," she panted. "You're doing so good for me, Indi. Don't stop," she commanded. The cramp growing in my wrist would not stop me. I could hear she was close; there was no way I was stopping now. Her hands slid down to my thighs, nails dragging along the way. "Yes, baby. God yes! Fuck!"

I brought her back down, slowing my fingers and tongue, lapping up her juices, not caring that I was covered in her. "Come here," she sighed, tugging on my hips. I swung my leg over her and settled into the crook of her arms. She pressed a kiss to the top of my head and relaxed into the bed under the cabana.

We laid in silence for minutes, the sound of the waves rolling in and out, seagulls squawking overhead. Emily pulled the sheet up over us, and I lost track of time, perfectly content to lay here in silence. I sighed in Emily's arms, drawing myself closer to her, trying to draw out this moment together. The private cabana she reserved for us was absolutely incredible. The soft, Florida breeze blew over our bare skin, ruffling the linen sheet and tickling me. I didn't think life could get better than this. I wondered if Emily had enough money so that we could stay here forever and never work.

Emily sighed, drawing me out of our vacation bubble. That was her signal that she was overthinking something. "What's bothering you?" I asked. I traced my fingers lightly over her skin, subtly pushing the linen sheet down to see more of her. "The case is over. Hotch forced you on vacation; you're supposed to be relaxing."

She didn't answer me at first, leaving me to wonder what the next thing out of her mouth would be. After what seemed like hours, she responded, "So our agreed four months is coming up…" My stomach tightened with anxiety. I tried to keep my muscles from stiffening, knowing Emily would be able to infer something from that reaction. "In fact," she continued, "It ends today."

I panicked. As soon as we had become actual girlfriends, I had stopped counting. I thought our true feelings had extinguished our deadline. Why would she bring me to Florida just to break up with me? Why would she wait until we had fucked one last time? Was this her way to make it less awkward? So she didn't have to arrive home and kick me out? "Oh!" I breathed out, unsure what else I could say. "I hadn't realized."

"So uh…" she stumbled awkwardly. "Well, I know we're on vacation, and I don't want to keep you more time than we agreed." Wait what? Didn't she realize I'd take any time she'd give? "I can hire movers if you'd like, and that way you can just go straight home after we get back to D.C." Home was her house in the country, not my shabby city apartment.

"I just assumed…" I cut myself off. Now I was completely embarrassed. I had forgotten today was our final day because I hadn't realized I had a reason to continue counting down. "Are you kicking me out?" I blurted.

"No!" she nearly shouted. I was still so confused, it did little to assuage my anxiety. She pulled me closer and kissed my forehead. "I would very much like to keep you as long as you'll stay." I deflated in her arms, relaxing once again.

"So I can stay? I was operating under the assumption our timeline was up…"

"Yes, me too," she said earnestly. "For the most part," she amended. "We should have talked about this much sooner."

I smiled, thinking I was about to get one over on her. "Am I allowed to work now?"

"Absolutely not," she said firmly.

"Em!" I complained. "You can't keep paying me for sex." I was only half kidding.

Her lips pursed together in displeasure. "I didn't pay you for sex before, and I'm not paying you for sex now." I giggled, unable to keep my teasing to myself any longer. Realizing I was poking fun at her, she relaxed. "Alright, smart ass. No work."

"Why not?" I asked. I wanted to feel like I was giving something back to her.

She sighed, and paused as if to craft a response. "Isn't it enough to have your allowance?"

"And that's another thing!" I nearly shouted. "Why continue these insane monthly payments?"

"Need I remind you that you agreed to this?" she teased.

"It's unnecessary," I lowered my voice. "I don't want you to think that I'm only sticking around for a check."

"Oh, baby," she sighed. "I don't think that." She paused, as if she were uncertain about what she wanted to say next. "It's entirely selfish of me," she confessed softly.

"Selfish how?"

"I'm gone so much," she admitted, "I don't want you to be gone when I'm at work when I'm finally home." It all clicked for me, and it was a perfectly reasonable request. "Please, let me take care of you."

"Okay," I whispered. Though I would have rather worked, I could understand wanting to see her when I could. Our time was already so limited; I didn't want to limit that further by working on a day when she would be home. It was a reasonable request.

"Okay?" she asked, incredulous I had given in so easily.

"Yes. I get it."

"So, can I take you out tonight to celebrate?"

"What are we celebrating?" I asked.

"Our continued relationship."

"I was under the impression we already had a 'continued relationship,'" I pointed out.

"All the same," she ignored my teasing, "Let's go to a nice place for dinner. I take it you didn't bring a nice dress?"

"No," I conceded. "Should I have?"

"No," she said happily. "It just means I get to take you shopping."

Horrified, I exclaimed, "No!" Shopping meant we had to leave our warm, shady, naked oasis. Shopping meant I had to leave her arms and get dressed.

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I looked around in wonderment. Of all the nice places Emily had taken me in D.C., they didn't compare to Bal Harbour. It was like paradise here. The flowers and palm trees made everything seem tropical and lush.

"It's gorgeous here, Em," I gasped, my eyes darting around.

"I'm glad you like it. Maybe travel is the way to get you to let me spoil you," she teased. I rolled my eyes, and then thanked my lucky stars she was too distracted by pulling me into Chanel to see it.

"What kind of dress do you want me in tonight, ma'am?" I asked looking up at her with loving eyes. There was something about the Florida air that made me blinded to all but Emily.

"I want you in a little black dress," she said huskily.

"Short?" I wanted her thinking about putting her hands on my thighs.

"That's a given," she stated as she started shopping for me.

I followed Emily around the store until she found the perfect dress for me, and a new suit for her. I had no idea how this black suit was different than any of her other black suits, but I didn't say anything. I'd do whatever it took to get back to our cabana fastest.

Once we had finished in Chanel, Emily continued down the mall, and stopped in front of La Perla. While normally I would object to her spending more money on me, I wanted to see her dark eyes rake over my body, barely containing her lust. I wanted a repeat of this morning when she saw me in my swimsuit.

I grabbed her hand and dragged her inside, ready to find something that would drive her crazy tonight. I grabbed a few lace body suits, some bustiers, and some full sets with bras, panties, and garter belts. Emily sprinkled a few items into my pile, and pulled me to the fitting rooms.

"Do you require a fashion show, ma'am?"

"Of course," she smirked. "Have to know what I'm buying, don't I?"

"Yes," I laughed. "I'm sure that's the only reason," I teased with a roll of my eyes. Unlike the last time, Emily saw this one.

She pushed us into the next open fitting room, locked the door, grabbed my chin, and looked at my sternly. Her voice dropping enticingly low, "Don't let me see that attitude again, or I will take you over my knee."

I gulped, my breathing coming in shallower pants now. "Yes ma'am."

Emily did not break eye contact, her deep, dark eyes boring into my very soul. I could feel heat and lust pouring out of her, lighting a fire in the pit of my stomach. The air around us in the tiny dressing room charged with our electricity, causing the hair at the back of my neck to stand up on end. I wanted her.

I reached up on my tippy toes to initiate a kiss, to show her how she affected me. I wrapped my arm around her shoulder and palmed the back of her neck, attempting to draw her closer. Emily's lips met mine, and I licked at the line of her lips, wanting to feel her tongue on mine.

Realizing what I was doing, Emily pulled back. "Oh no, princess." I pouted, and Emily whispered against my lips, "You are much too needy. You'll be far too loud to have sex in public." I pulled back and pouted, hoping my puppy eyes would get her to cave. She grabbed my chin and gave me a quick peck, and warned, "Don't think that pout will get you anywhere, brat."

I opened my mouth to protest, but before I could, she continued. "I said no. You can wait."

"I can't, ma'am."

"You can," she said firmly. "Because I said so." She kissed me on the mouth again, and I tried to quell the fire burning in the pit of my stomach. "Now let me see this," she commanded holding out the burgundy body suit for me to try on.

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Once we had finished at La Perla, we were headed back to the car – loaded down with bags – when Emily stoped in front of Tiffany.

"Emily, come on. This isn't necessary," I protested.

"I disagree. How else will you remember our Florida trip? This is the first time I've gotten to take you away." And somehow I was so touched. It was ludicrous to me that she thought I could forget any second spent together; every moment with her was precious. But suddenly, no matter how much it cost her, I wanted that commemorative piece of jewelry too. I wanted a physical marker to wear that would show everyone that Emily Prentiss took me to Florida and cared enough to buy me diamonds.

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When I had just finished putting the new diamond earrings Emily bought me in my ears, Emily came in holding my new shoes.

"God you're beautiful," she stated awestruck. She pulled me into her and kissed me deeply, smudging my freshly-applied lipstick. I wavered in her arms, not able to stay on such high tip toes for that long. Emily held my hip to keep me up, but I grabbed my heels from her grasp, hoping to level the playing field. She had her heeled boots on, after all.

"I guess I need these to kiss you better."

She smirked against my mouth, trying her best not to break our kiss. I stepped back to put my heels on, her eyes tracking my every movement. As her eyes raked over my body, I grew excited thinking about her undressing me later, uncovering what I put on for her underneath my dress.

Something tightened in the pit of my stomach at seeing the heat in her eyes. "You better get me to dinner, ma'am."

"Why's that?" she husked, inching towards me like a predator on the hunt.

"So you can get me home for dessert."

Continuing forward, she smirked, "I always did like starting with dessert."

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Tastes Like Sugar (ch. 24)

Pairing: India Mae Banks x Emily Prentiss; OC x Emily Prentiss

Warnings: smut; sugar baby relationships; age gap (16 years - but all over 18)

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Chapter 24 - Family Dinner

"Girls' night!!" Penelope cheered as she burst through the door. "Wow! This place is a palace!" she continued without letting me greet her. "I see now why you were so quick to move here." Remembering she was here for me and not Emily's house, she turned to look at me for the first time since bursting through the door. She squealed loudly as she rushed to wrap me in her arms.

"Hi, Pen," I chuckled.

"I brought nail polish! Don't say no to pedicures."

"I wouldn't dare. It's girls' night, after all." I knew better than to argue with Penelope. Plus, I hadn't seen her in ages. I was looking forward to a crazy night in with her. Emily was away on a case, so we had the house to ourselves.

I connected my phone to Emily's expensive sound system and clicked Penelope and I's shared playlist. "So tell me what's new!" I demanded. "I feel so behind in your life."

"Ugh! I hate my job." My eyes widened in surprise. I thought Penelope was still enjoying her job.

"What happened?"

"I'm one gross comment away from quitting. My boss is a total misogynist and the only other woman in the office is so rude; she makes my life miserable."

"You'd think she'd be nice in order to make friends with the only other woman," I interrupted.

"You would think that! But no. She's just a mega-twat hellbent on making work a nightmare. I mean, whatever happened to women supporting women?"

"What a bitch," I commiserated.

"Ugh, you know I hate that word. But yes. She is a bitch." I was shocked to actually hear her say that out loud. This woman really must be making Pen's life hell.

"I'm sorry, Pen," I said seriously. Penelope was the greatest thing in the world; she didn't deserve this. "Do you really think you'll quit?"

She sighed dramatically. "Maybe. I'd just like to have a job lined up before I quit, but if it gets any worse, I may just quit and live off of savings for a few weeks. We'll see."

"Em's well-connected. Want me to ask if she knows of anyone hiring?" Surely Emily wouldn't object to putting a reference in.

"If it's not too much trouble...yeah, that'd be great," she agreed.

Suddenly, I was nervous. How in the world was I supposed to describe what Penelope did so Emily could ask around when I, myself, had no idea what she did? "Er..." I started, "I think you'll have to better describe what you do because I do not understand your computer genius..."

She chuckled. "Oh my sweet, sweet maestro. I'll write it down. If I decide to let Emily help. I don't want to take advantage of her connections..."

"There's no harm in asking. Plus, that's what networking's all about. Em says it's impossible to get a job in this city without it." She still didn't look convinced. "I'm sorry you're so miserable, Pen."

"Oh I'm not completely miserable," she said with a smirk. "I've got my sweet chocolate thunder to keep me company after work."

"Oh!" I gasped in surprise. "That's still going on?"

"Yes! Why?" she asked, her eyes narrowing in skepticism. "What have you heard?"

"That's just it, nothing. From you or Em. I just assumed it was a one night thing."

"Yeah," she chuckled, a dreamy look in her eyes. "That was the plan. But he's just so...well you've seen him."

I laughed. "Yes, he's very...handsome," I finished lamely.

Penelope scoffed. "'Handsome!' What a joke. He is-"

"I know!" I interrupted her before she could go off on a tangent. "He is a Greek God sent down just for you," I teased. "But you're happy?" That's all that mattered to me.

Her smile turned more sincere, less joking. "Yeah," she said softly. "I'm happy." I beamed at her. "Except!" she said holding up a finger, "These profilers are killin' me! I'm sure you can relate," she joked.

I furrowed my brow. "What do you mean?"

"I mean that I can't get away with anything! Derek always knows what's in my head. It's like he's a mind reader," she clarified with a roll of her eyes.

I chuckled. Yes, I certainly could relate to not being able to hide anything from my profiler. "Yeah, that's irritating sometimes," I fibbed. I couldn't help the soft smile that crept over my face at thoughts of Emily. I didn't think it was irritating at all. I loved that Emily always knew what I was feeling; I loved that Emily always knew exactly what I needed.

Penelope gasped. "You are one smitten kitten."

"What!" I protested. "I am not!" I did my best to hide how happy Emily was making me. "You know what this is, Pen." Though things had changed, we hadn't discussed a timeline. I was still operating under the assumption that this was all going to disappear at the end of my four months. One more month of Emily – that's all I was entitled to.

"Yeah," she said a bit disappointed. "But you know what fixes all?" She paused, waiting for my response. I waited for some vulgar statements about her and Derek's sex life, but was pleasantly surprised to hear, "Brownies for dinner! I brought a mix."

We raced over to the kitchen, and I started pulling bowls and mixing spoons out. "Hey Pen?"

"What's up, buttercup?" She was already distracted by the instructions on the box.

"Since I didn't realize you and Derek were still..." I trailed off looking for the right word.

"As explosive as the Fourth of July?" she butt in with a waggle of her brows.

I sighed. "Yes," I said dryly. "As explosive as the Fourth of July. Um," I continued, "But Pen, I don't know how much you share with him, but can you keep what Em and I are doing under wraps. I don't know how much she'd like her team knowing that I'm her fake girlfriend..." I bit my lip out of nerves. What if Penelope had already told Derek what we had?

"Don't you worry, sugar plum. Your secret is safe with me." She winked at me as she mimed zipping her lips, locking it, and throwing away the key. I breathed a huge sigh of relief. I did not want to complicate Em's life.

Penelope and I got lost in one of our favorite songs, screaming the lyrics into batter-covered spoons as if we were our own band. She bumped her hip into mine and shimmied away, twirling around, whipping her long blonde hair about. I laughed gleefully, always so happy to be around Penelope. Her joy was infectious. I turned around to the stove to pour the batter into the baking sheet, my hips shaking to the beat.

"What's this?" I barely heard over the music. Did my ears deceive me? I whipped around to find Emily standing, go bag in hand and gun on hip, with a large smile on her face.

I didn't know what came over me – it could have been the air of frivolity Penelope and I had created, the fact that I hadn't seen Emily in days, or a combination of the two, but I darted around the island and launched myself into her arms. She dropped her bag just in time to catch me as I wrapped my arms and legs around her like a koala. "Oof," I grunted. "Your gun hurts," I explained as I untangled myself and slid down. She chuckled as she leaned down to kiss me, my huge smile making it difficult.

"Hi baby," she said softly. Her eyes were unbearably soft looking at me, but our ticking timer was increasingly loud after Penelope and I's conversation.

"You're home."

She chuckled, "I am."

"I missed you." I couldn't stop how pathetic I was being. I wasn't expecting to see her, and now that she was here, I couldn't contain it.

"Oh angel," she sighed, cupping my face. "I missed you too." Her eyes sparkled beneath her thick lashes, mesmerizing me as if it were the first time I was looking at her. "What smells good?"

"Brownies."

"Ooooh did someone say brownies?" a man's voice interrupted my moment with Emily. I startled in her arms. I looked behind her, shocked that my tunnel vision had caused me to be so unobservant. How could I have missed the fact that she came in with the entire BAU?

Emily chuckled again, smoothing her hand up and down my back to calm me down. "Indi, I hope it's alright I brought work home with me. I figured we could order in for dinner."

"We're starting with dessert tonight," Penelope said from across the room. Everyone chuckled and moved in closer to the kitchen island.

"Everyone," I raised my voice over the booming music, "This is my best friend, Penelope."

"Penelope," Emily took over, "This is Aaron Hotchner, Spencer Reid, David Rossi, Derek Mo-"

"Oh we've met already," Derek purred at her from across the room. "How could I forget a woman like you, Ms. Garcia?" And Penelope actually blushed! In our time as friends, I had never seen Penelope so shy or infatuated with someone. She was beyond schoolgirl crush, playing coy and blushing under his gaze.

"I should hope not my java joy in a tall, muscular cup."

"Jesus," I groaned, burying my face in Emily's chest. I turned back around to face Pen again. "Can you two be normal for one night?" Emily laughed softly, pulling me closer into her. I breathed deeply, relaxing at her familiar scent.

"No!" both Penelope and Derek answered in unison.

"Um," I wrapped myself closer to Emily, nervous to ask about JJ.

Emily caressed my face and tilted it up to force eye contact. "What is it, angel?" Her tender voice cast a spell over me. I'd do whatever she asked if she said it in that voice.

"Where's JJ?" I whispered. I didn't want to rock the boat in front of Emily's coworkers. I wasn't sure how much of the tension the rest of her team knew about.

Her soft eyes tightened at JJ's name. "I told her she wasn't welcome in my home." Her voice rang with finality; the conversation was over. And that was fine by me. There were several topics of conversation more pleasant than Emily's hateful ex-girlfriend.

"So where are these aforementioned brownies?" David interrupted the awkward moment. And like clockwork, the timer dinged loudly.

A round of chuckles sounded in the room as Penelope skipped over to the oven to pull them out. I walked over to my phone to turn the thunderous music down, Emily's eyes tracking me from across the room. I wished I could attach myself to her like a barnacle to the hull of a ship.

"Em, call the pizza place?"

When our eyes met, she smiled brightly as if she couldn't stop herself. I beamed in return, happy to be able to see her in person again. FaceTime calls never did her smile justice. "Already did, Indi. It should be here in a bit."

"So, India!" David interrupted. He guided me by the shoulders to have a seat in the living room. "Finally our night to get to know you."

I chuckled nervously as the rest of the team piled into the living room. Emily sat next to me, and I slid under her arm, grateful for her silent support.

"Yes, sweet cheeks," Derek said, "Tell us all of Prentiss's darkest secrets."

"Be very careful what you say next," Emily jokingly warned lowly. My stomach flipped, though. That tone was very similar to the one she used when I was actually in trouble in the bedroom.

Brushing aside my hormones, I said conspiratorially, "Okay." Everyone's ears perked up, not expecting me to actually divulge information about Emily. "Emily is hopeless in the kitchen."

Everyone, save for Hotch who smiled softly, burst out into laughter. Emily nudged me in the shoulder and shouted, "Hey!"

"THAT," David interrupted, "Is no secret."

"Remember that time at your house when-" Derek started.

"NO!" Emily shouted to stop him before I could hear the rest. "I know exactly what story you're about to tell, and Indi, baby," she said turning to me, "everything he's about to say is a lie."

"Oh I doubt that very much," I chuckled. "Please go on," I encouraged.

"Unbelievable," Emily muttered to herself. "Attacked in my own home."

"Shh!" I shushed her gently, putting my hand softly over her mouth, my eyes sparkling in amusement. I was happy to see that loving spark reflected in hers, as well.

"Emily set my house on fire," David blurted casually, as if the information was not shocking. Hotch and Reid chuckled at the memory. I couldn't wait to hear this story.

"What!" I exclaimed in shock. A few weeks ago I had joked about Emily burning down her house when I left her on her own to cook dinner. I wasn't aware the concern was more warranted than I had originally thought, though this new knowledge did not surprise me one bit. Emily really was a disaster in the kitchen.

"I did not!" Emily protested.

"So David had invited us all over for pasta," Derek explained. "And Emily was the first to try to make her pasta. But when she poured the vodka in for the sauce, the pan went up in flames!" His arms exploded up into the air for dramatic flare.

"He's exaggerating," Emily said. I could practically hear her eyes rolling. "Nothing burned down."

"Oh so you didn't catch my favorite oven mitts imported from Italy on fire?" I chuckled. Emily pinched my shoulder and I stifled my laughter.

The doorbell sounded throughout the house. "Saved by the bell!" Emily rejoiced and stood up to get the pizza.

Once we had all sat down at the table, water and wine served for everyone, conversation slowed as we all dug in. After several slices David piped up, "You know, this is not authentic. Not as good as mine."

"I see that stopped you from eating three slices," Spencer jabbed.

The members of the BAU looked around in shock, as if it were rare for Spencer to tease like that. And then Derek said, "Oohhh pretty boy with the jabs."

"I liked it better when the jokes were focused on Emily," David pouted.

I reached over and squeezed her thigh under the table. I couldn't bear to remove my hand. This casual touch was all I could have for now. I knew my getting to know the team was important to Emily, but I hadn't seen her in days. All I wanted was to be alone with her.

I tuned them all out as Spencer and Derek teamed up on David. I looked over at Emily and got lost in my thoughts as I studied her profile. The slope of her jawline was so sexy. The way her mouth turned up in an amused grin was breathtaking. Emily turned slowly and caught me red-handed. Her eyes crinkled in the corners, affection shining back at me as if it were perfectly normal to be caught staring at her.

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Once dinner had wrapped up and wine glasses had emptied, Emily broke up the laughter, "Okay, okay! I love you all dearly, and I know it's a long drive, but I'm kicking everyone out."

"Gonna get yo groove thang on, eh Prentiss?" Morgan waggled his eyebrows, his boyish smile full of mischief. My eyes widened and my heart pounded at the implication.

Emily simply chuckled and responded, "Sure, Derek." My head snapped up towards her in disbelief. I was incredibly private about my sex life; it was horribly awkward for the team to know about it. "If my groove thang includes curling up in bed." I visibly relaxed, and she winked at me, causing my heart to take off in a sprint again.

"Well, Miss Garcia, can I escort you home?" I internally rolled my eyes at his "chivalry."

Penelope made her way to his awaiting side and said, "Lead the way." She called over her shoulder, "We'll reschedule girls' night, Indi!" I nodded at her, anxious to be alone with Emily.

Once the last member of the BAU had left the house, Emily pulled me back in her arms and breathed deeply. "I really did miss you angel."

I sighed and melted into her arms, happy to be alone at last. "I missed you too." There was nothing better than being wrapped in Emily's arms. I felt her press her lips to the top of my head, and I squeezed her tighter.

"Let's get ready for bed. I have days of snuggles to make up for." I grinned as we made our way upstairs.

After our nightly routines, we both collapsed into bed, pulling the covers around us. Emily pulled me into her arms and sighed contentedly. She trailed her fingers up and down my arm as I snuggled against her chest. I snaked my leg in between hers and started drawing my own patterns into her skin. I closed my eyes and drank in the moment. It didn't get more perfect than this.

"Em?" I asked softly. I had no idea how to ask about Penelope's job, so I thought I'd just go for it.

"Yes angel?" She nuzzled against the top of my head, inhaling the scent of my hair.

"I was wondering if you could help Penelope."

"How?" Her voice raised in pitch showing growing concern. "Is she in some type of trouble? Did Morgan do something??"

"No no," I appeased her. "Nothing like that." I smoothed my hands up and down her arm to calm her back down. I loved that she cared for Penelope too; it spoke volumes to her character. "Her boss is a jerk, and her coworkers aren't much better. She wants to quit, but she doesn't want to until she has another lead."

"Ah!" she exclaimed in understanding.

"So I thought, since you're so well-connected in DC, that you might know of somewhere hiring in her area of expertise."

"And what area of expertise is that, exactly?"

Shit. "Er, well, I'm not exactly sure. She always tries to tell me, but I just do not understand what she does. Something about computer analyzing."

Emily chuckled softly and kissed me on the forehead. "We're actually looking for a technical analyst for the BAU. I'll call her tomorrow to see if she's qualified and interested."

"Oh thank you, Emily! Thank you thank you!" I turned my head and kissed her chest and squeezed her tightly. "I owe you one."

"You owe me nothing, silly girl. This is how it works. It's all about who you know."

"Even still," I snuggled deeper into her arms, needing to be closer, "I appreciate you doing that for her. It means a lot to me."

"There isn't anything I wouldn't do for you." I stopped breathing. There was nothing I could say to that that wasn't either overly corny or those three words that were too early to say.

We laid in blissful quiet for several moments, her fingers continuing to softly trail over my skin. I loved her first nights back from cases because she was always so affectionate. After a few moments, Emily broke our peace, "I love how much you get along with the team."

"Of course! They love you, so by extension, I love them."

"It's more than that. You just fit." She paused, taking a deep breath. More softly, "You just fit so well in my life." Butterflies hummed pleasantly in my tummy. I sat up a bit to kiss her deeply. As I lost myself in her kiss, all I could think was that I, too, thought we fit together like long lost puzzle pieces.

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Tastes Like Sugar (ch. 25)

Pairing: India Mae Banks x Emily Prentiss; OC x Emily Prentiss

Warnings: smut (18+); sugar baby relationships; age gap (16 years - but all over 18)

Word Count: 2.5k

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Chapter 25 - The Woman in the Mirror

Emily's POV: I internally groaned as I picked up my ringing phone from the counter only to see Hotch's face. I had just gotten home from a case. Surely we weren't already being called back. As I clicked to accept the call, I mentally dreaded seeing Indi's sad face when I had to tell her I was leaving again. I didn't know if I could bear seeing her disappointed pout so quickly after arriving home.

Hotch had horrible timing; Indi and I had plans this evening to go to a gala. She seemed so excited to go with me, and, admittedly, I was excited to arrive with her on my arm, dressed to the nines. My imagination had run wild all week wondering how she'd look all dressed up for me. I imagined it'd be like how she looked at the symphony, but better. Even if Indi and I didn't have an event tonight, we had just gotten home from a case. I needed some time with her. But no, Hotch's timing was rotten.

"Hotch," I answered curtly.

"Prentiss," he cut to the chase, "Where's the Wilkinson file?"

I furrowed my brow. "Wilkinson, sir?"

"I know it's from a few years ago, but we had to leave the case because we were getting nowhere. From Kansas, remember?"

"Oh!" I exclaimed in realization. I grimaced slightly at the memory. That case had been hard on all of us – any case left unsolved was. "I have no idea, sir. Is it not in the file storeroom?"

"No, because the case was never closed." Odd – I thought we had a cold case filing cabinet.

"Why do you need it now?"

"I'm reviewing files for our next case and this one, though in South Dakota, is pretty similar to that case. I want to rev-" I stopped listening to Hotch when I saw Indi enter the kitchen.

I smiled softly as I moved the phone away from my mouth to whisper, "Hi angel." She wrapped her arms around me and snuggled her face against my chest. I melted into her embrace, kissing the top of her head. While rubbing my free hand up and down her back, I waited for Hotch to finish prattling on about this case. Frankly, now that I had India, I didn't care to think about work while I was home. Before her, I returned to a quiet, empty house. I had always been ready to think about the next case. I lived to work. But now, with Indi, I worked to live. I worked to come home to her.

India tilted her head up and started kissing up my neck. Her trailing, wet kisses flipped something in the pit of my stomach. I felt my clit twinge when her tongue dragged along my jaw. I bit my lip to keep myself in check; I was on the phone after all. Her libido was so much higher than mine. I wasn't sure if I just hadn't been interested in someone before meeting her, or if it was her age causing the discrepancy between our sex drives. But I was enjoying this newly-heightened desire to have sex again. It had been all but lost with JJ. Before I could let my thoughts run too far away from me, Hotch interrupted my reverie. "So any ideas?"

I leaned my head back to try to slow Indi down. "I may have tucked it in the unclaimed desk in the corner of the bullpen." Her hands slid under my shirt. I tried to still them, but she seemed to be on a mission. "Sometimes we all use that desk to store files we may need in a few months." Her lips moved up to my ear, and I nearly lost it. I never understood how her tongue could wrap around my ear lobe so sensually. My breath hitched before I could continue in my answer.

"Why?"

"It's pretty close to the rest of our desks – way closer than the file room. And we all have a drawer we can go back to. Mine's bottom left."

"And if it's not there?" With Indi's hands up my shirt and her tongue on my neck, I was rapidly running out of patience talking about serial killers and dusty, old case files.

"Then I don't know." Deciding that was a bit curt, I tacked on a deferential "Sir."

"Thanks, Prentiss. Will I see you later tonight?"

"Yes," I affirmed.

"See you then." He hung up before I could say goodbye.

With a finger under her chin, I tipped Indi's face up to kiss her properly. She smiled into my kiss and pulled herself closer to me. Her fingers twisted into the hair at the nape of my neck, tugging deliciously. Her teeth gently grazed my bottom lip. I pulled back to say, "Come on, princess. Don't start something you can't finish."

"There's time…" she whispered against my skin. She scratched her nails lightly up my back, drawing goosebumps on my arms. I shivered and lost myself in her lips for a few more seconds. Her tongue felt so good against mine. She lapped at my mouth the same way she did my clit, and I was ready to spread her out on the counter. She almost had me.

I pushed her back, breaking our kiss. "Oohhh no," I chuckled. "Come on. You always take way longer than you think you will to get ready for these things."

Her mouth turned into that adorable pout, eyes falsely sad. It was her classic face to get what she wanted. And I was powerless against it. I pulled her back into my arms and kissed her again. I walked her back into the counter behind her, trapping her between the island and my own body. I suckled on her jaw and inched towards her ear. "You," I whispered between kisses, "Are far too persuasive for your own good."

I pulled back again, my thumb still rubbing against her hip. She pouted again, much more genuinely this time. "Don't stop," she whined. She grabbed my wrist and tugged, trying to draw me forward. "Come back."

I stepped forward to kiss her on the forehead chastely. "We need to get ready. We can't be late for this one, baby."

"What's so special about tonight?"

"Many politicians will be there tonight, including my boss's boss's boss. And probably his boss too."

Her bottom lip stuck out enticingly, and I couldn't help but to trace it with my thumb. "Who's going to know?"

"I'll know. Now come, sweet girl."

She sighed dramatically but started making her way to her room. I couldn't help but stare at the swing of her hips as she sauntered up the stairs. Aching to feel her soft skin underneath my fingertips again, I silently berated myself the entire way up the stairs. Why had I stopped us?

I followed her to the threshold of her room, not that she had been sleeping in there recently. I was hoping I could steal one more kiss from her sweet lips. She whipped around, catching me off guard. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Kissing my girl," I smirked.

"Uh uh! We're being responsible," she mocked. "I just take sooooo long to get ready for these things. I couldn't possibly waste another minute not getting ready."

"Ha ha!" I stated dryly. I leaned in for my kiss, but she put her fingers up, stopping me in my tracks. "Indi!" I complained. I did not appreciate her turning the tables. Though, admittedly, I deserved this teasing after forcing her to come up and get ready.

She giggled and my chest warmed at the sound. "See you in a few hours!" And she shut the door in my face. My jaw dropped, and I scoffed in disbelief.

"Indi!" I called out, unsure what else to say. I only heard her fading giggle as she moved into her bathroom to start getting ready. I shook my head in disbelief that she could reel me in so quickly before I turned to go get ready myself.

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I was getting antsy about heading out. I had been ready for about fifteen minutes, waiting on Indi to come out and wow me. Anxious that we wouldn't make it on time, I knocked on her door.

"Indi? We're going to be late…"

"I wonder whose fault that could be," she teased. "Come in!"

"Well it certainly isn't my fau-" As soon as I pushed the door open, my breath caught in my throat and I froze in the doorway. She was beyond my wildest dreams, her hair curled into loose curls falling gently down her back. Though normally her curls were tight and wild, these were no less sexy. I wanted to run my fingers through them and ruin them.

"Zip me up?" she asked, sensually turning back to look at me while lifting her hair so I could access her zipper.

I crossed the room in a trance, hypnotized by her. I gathered her hair in one of my hands, allowing her to drop her arms. I dipped my head and pressed a soft kiss to the side of her neck, my other arm wrapping around her waist to pull her closer. I inhaled subtly, her perfume overtaking my senses. My eyes closed involuntarily, lost in the moment.

I grabbed her hip and trailed my lips up to her earlobe and tugged on it slightly, the angle a bit awkward because of her earrings.

"Em," she gasped, her head falling back. I licked up the shell of her ear, opening my eyes to look at her again.

"You look so beautiful, Indi. I can't believe you're mine." I trailed my fingers lightly up her arm and continued kissing down her neck, sucking slightly. My fingers continued touching her skin, addicted to the feel of her.

I pulled back and kissed the nape of her neck, ready to – begrudgingly – zip her dress. I slowly slid her zipper up, already missing her back being exposed. She twisted a bit, craning her neck so I'd start kissing her again. But it shifted her dress, and her right leg was exposed from ankle to mid thigh.

I exhaled sharply, the slit in her dress captivating me. I loved her thighs; I could spend every second of every day between them. Before I knew what I was doing, my hand fell to the newly-exposed skin, caressing. She fell back into me, letting me support more of her weight as I teased the sensitive skin of her inner thigh.

"You're so soft, baby," I whispered against the shell of her ear. Goosebumps spread from her shoulder down her arm as I continued to whisper sweet nothings against her neck, interrupted only by my tongue tasting the skin behind her ear.

My fingers inched higher and higher up her thigh, waiting to learn whether she was wearing lace or satin for me tonight. Instead, my fingers met coarse curls. I gasped in surprise, then bit gently on her earlobe. "Where are your panties?"

"I figured this might happen," she gasped.

I traced her slit lightly, teasing. "And if it didn't?" I questioned. I dipped my finger between her folds to see how wet she was for me, spreading it up to her clit.

"I-" she gasped when I started circling her clit softly. "I thought then I'd be able to tease you about it later tonight."

"Is that right?"

I nipped at her neck, eliciting a sharp hiss from her perfect mouth. Before she could respond, I slid my fingers inside of her, causing her head to fall back onto my shoulder. I felt my own core clench at the sight of the underside of her jaw. I wished I could reach it at this angle; I wished I could suck on it. She always made the sexiest sound when I licked up her jaw. But tonight, I wanted her to watch me fuck her. I wanted her to see the effect I had on her. I wanted her to see that she belonged to me.

I smoothed a hand up her stomach and chest, gliding my open palm up her neck to grab her chin. I jerked her head back down, her eyes opened slowly to stare at me in the mirror. With one hand holding her jaw in place, I pulled the fingers of my other hand out of her and started circling her clit again. "Do you see you?" I mused in her ear. "Do you see how sexy you are?" She whimpered when I slowed my fingers. "Watch how beautiful you are when I make you cum," I commanded.

I slammed my fingers back inside her, and she tried to throw her head back, but I kept a solid grip on her jaw. "Eyes open, beautiful," I cooed. I stared at her drooping, lustful eyes, framed by thick, false lashes as she stared at the hand between her legs, covered partially by her dress.

As if in a trance, unaware of her actions, she gathered part of her dress in her hand to get a better look at herself. "See my fingers, baby? You take me so well," I whispered in her ear. She shivered at the feel of my breath on her neck. "I wish we had time to let you see how well you take my cock."

She moaned wantonly, resisting the hold I had on her jaw. "Ah ah," I chided, "Look at you, angel. Look how pretty you are."

"Please," she begged, presumably wanting it harder. I picked up the pace just slightly. "Emilyyyy," she moaned, needing more.

I sucked on her neck, scraping my teeth just slightly against her skin. "Fuck," she panted. She reached around to dig her fingers into the side of my thigh, hoping to anchor herself as the pleasure intensified.

"That's it, angel. You've never looked more beautiful." Her brows furrowed, concentrated on chasing her release. "Cum for me, Indi."

She whined, her head tugging on my grip, her eyes starting to close. I released my hold, letting her bury her face in my neck. I wrapped my now-free arm around her waist to support her weight as she let the pleasure wash over her. "Emily," she muttered against my skin, her hot panting warming me pleasantly. "Emily!" she repeated. "Yes!!" she nearly shouted as she came.

She caught her breath as I slowed my fingers, bringing her down. When I felt her start to support more of her own weight, I slipped my fingers out of her. Her eyes tracked me bringing my fingers up to my mouth to lick them clean, her breath catching in her throat once she realized what I was doing.

Indi turned, wrapping her arms around my neck to pull me into a deep kiss. I kissed her until she had to pull back to catch her breath again. We drank up the moment, forehead to forehead, breathing each other in.

She pulled back, a brilliant smile spreading across her face. "What happened to leaving on time?" I chuckled with her, leaning down to steal one more kiss. I guess we'd be late after all.

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Tastes Like Sugar (ch. 2)

Pairing: India Mae Banks x Emily Prentiss; OC x Emily Prentiss

Warnings: eventual smut; sugar baby relationships; age gap (16 years - but all over 18); very slow burn

Word Count: 2.3k

Emily's POV!

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Chapter 2 - Forced Proposal

Emily's POV: I was sitting in the bullpen, trying to finish my last report for the day, but I couldn't focus. Paperwork days were the bane of my existence. I wanted to be out in the field talking with families, or in the interrogation room questioning suspects. I pulled the pen, fresh with new teeth marks, out of my mouth and sighed.

I urged myself to finish this report; if I finished this one, I could go home. But even that wasn't as big an incentive as I'd like. There was nothing for me waiting there. Even though I had felt lonely in my last relationship, now – since splitting with JJ – I was lonely AND alone. It had never bothered me before, but I had several big events scheduled over the next few months. It didn't help that the last tabloid read, "Ms. Prentiss seen alone once again at Senator Kane's birthday party." I didn't want to see that again the morning after a social function.

I had never minded being alone before. In fact, being alone was required during my time with Interpol. I thought taking this job at the BAU would help me have a more normal schedule and be able to put roots down. Dating my coworker was the wrong way to do that. But truthfully, I had no way to put roots down because I didn't meet anyone outside the walls of this bullpen.

I quickly scribbled a last note on this shit report. It was well-below my standards, but I didn't care anymore. I quickly packed up my briefcase and stood up to go home.

"Prentiss!" Rossi, standing in the doorway of his office, shouted from across the bullpen. I snapped my head up and raised an eyebrow at him. "Come here!" he shouted again, waving his hand to draw me in his office. I had been so close to sneaking out undetected.

I wound my way through the bullpen, up the stairs, and towards his office. "What?" I asked, a bit too curtly.

"Hey now!" he responded defensively. "Don't bite my head off yet. You don't even know what I was going to say."

"I'm sorry, Rossi," I apologized remorsefully. "Really. I'm just tired."

"It was a long day of boring paperwork." He let me off the hook with a smile.

So I could get home quicker, I asked, "What did you need?"

"I noticed you haven't dated since JJ…"

My eyes widened so far I thought they might fall out of my skull. Because dating coworkers was forbidden, JJ and I had kept things a secret. Well, I thought we had kept things a secret. "How-"

He held up a hand. "Don't worry; I didn't tell anyone." That wasn't the issue, but I was too embarrassed to say anything, so he continued. "I don't think anyone else knew either. Anyway!" he stopped himself, "I did something for you. And before you go poo-pooing the idea, just hear me out." Oh boy. This couldn't be going anywhere good.

I bit at my fingernail, anxious to hear what he did. "What is it?" I mumbled. He flipped his computer around to show me a social media page with a picture of me I had never seen at the top. I looked closer trying to figure out where that picture was taken, but upon closer examination, I noticed it wasn't a social media page; it was a sugar baby website.

"ROSSI!" I gasped, outraged. I reached for his computer.

"I said don't poo-poo it immediately!" he reminded, pulling his computer out of my reach.

"Delete that!" I commanded. "Now!" I couldn't believe him. I didn't need some vapid, materialistic sugar baby feigning interest in me just to get a diamond necklace and a Louis Vuitton. I wasn't that lonely.

"This doesn't have to be serious," he said, still trying to get me on board. "It's just for fun. If you hate it, you can rub it in my face and lord it over me for the rest of our lives. I'll even let you say 'I told you so.' But just try," he begged. "Don't delete it yet. Give it a chance."

"Why should I?" I was a bit hostile now; this was incredibly offensive. But as I thought about it, I realized I wasn't going to meet anyone any time soon. And the thought of showing up to the next event without a date, to hear my mother go on and on about how I must be doing something wrong, was unbearable. Even if it were a fake date, I would not hear my mother criticize me for being single again.

"There's nothing wrong with a little companionship, Emily. Here," he handed me a paper, "Take this; it's the log-in info. Just give it a try."

I was already on board, but hell if I was going to tell Rossi I was doing this. "No." I heard him sigh as I walked out of his office. "Have a good night!" I threw over my shoulder.

I rushed home, called for takeout, took a shower, and then flopped on the couch. David's log-in info, my log-in info, burned my hand as I held it and stared at my computer. He already made it, I reminded myself. Curiosity got the better of me and I logged in. I was blown away by the twenty-six notifications I already had. But first things first, change the password so David couldn't check up on me.

I then clicked on my profile to see what David set up. I smirked. He way underestimated my net worth. There was no need to change it though; it was already quite high. I marveled at my profile picture. It was lovely. Somehow David got a nice shot of me secretly taken on the jet. I decided if I was going to do this, I'd go all out. I added one of me in a nice suit taken at some past event. I rolled my eyes at the memory of my mother chastising me for wearing a suit.

I clicked on the little bell icon to scroll through my notifications. Each profile was nearly identical. They were all obviously catered to what they thought someone would want to hear. "Will show you the best time for small allowance" or "Looking for someone to spoil me and I'll spoil you in return ;)" I rolled my eyes at each profile and then sighed, embarrassed that I had let myself get excited about this when I knew this was exactly how it was going to be. I didn't need a brainless idiot only seeking a few bucks. Anger swelled in my chest that David forced my hand in this.

I almost shut it down, but then I saw something different – someone different: India Mae. My heart fluttered and my breathing increased. She was gorgeous. The first thing I noticed were her huge, brown eyes. They were deep and somehow safe. I knew I could lose myself in them forever, uncovering the world's lost secrets. She had a video posted of her onstage at what looked like a piano recital. She was extremely talented and obviously enjoyed music immensely. You could see the passion exude from her as she played. She was, in a word, stunning. Seeing someone genuinely display parts of their personality, things she truly cared about, was a refreshing change from the dozens of profiles I had just scrolled through.

Her bio discussed her drive to finish her degree and her financial difficulties. Education and music were important to me, as well. I would be more than happy to help her pay for her degree. I looked back to her profile picture, entranced by those guileless eyes once more. Perhaps Rossi's plan wasn't so bad after all. I hit the like button faster than a lightning strike. I couldn't leave anything up to chance. I wanted to message her as soon as possible.

"India, You've caught my eye. You are absolutely stunning – I'm not convinced you're real. I can tell this isn't usual for you, as it is not for me. I'd love to hear more about your music tastes and how you got started playing the piano. You are incredibly talented, by the way. Your video took my breath away.

Briefly about me: I'm Emily. I'm thirty-eight and I work for the FBI. I went to Yale for undergrad and then studied psychological profiling. I have demanding hours, which is why my friend basically forced me to do this. If you can handle my work schedule, I'd be very interested in getting to know you more.

In my free time, I enjoy going to the symphony, reading, and drawing. My favorite medium's charcoal, and when I have time off, I'm usually always covered in charcoal dust. Ha.

India, I sincerely hope to hear from you. I can already tell you're different than anyone else I would find on this site.

Sincerely, Emily"

Because she was young, I expected an immediate response, anticipating she'd always be on her computer or phone. As the minutes ticked by, I grew impatient. And then anxious. And then embarrassed. She was gorgeous, and young, and smart, and talented. What the fuck would she want with me? She was obviously ignoring me. Maybe Rossi's plan was just as bad as I had originally thought.

Ding! I laughed as I saw "India Mae messaged you" scroll across my screen. I was utterly absurd.

"Emily, Thanks for reaching out. I don't know if I would say I'm different from everyone else on this site, but you are right about this definitely being unusual for me. And it sounds like we were both forced to join by overly meddlesome friends. My best friend forced me to make this profile, basically under threat of death lol. But it seems to be looking up 😌

Thank you for the sweet compliments. I've been playing the piano as long as I can remember. I always knew it would be something I'd want to pursue as a career. Music is more than just a hobby to me. I've been wanting to learn how to play the guitar, as well, but I guess I only really have time for one instrument right now.

Wow! You sound very busy, indeed! What exactly is psychological profiling? And what do you like to draw? Landscapes? Portraits? I'm hopeless as an artist. Maybe you could give me a few pointers.

Thanks again for sending a message. I hope we can get to know each other better too ☺️"

I was completely giddy. It was a bit ridiculous how excited I was by each of her responses. As we messaged back and forth, my interest in her only grew. She was fascinating. To hear her describe playing sounded like a holy experience to her. I didn't feel that way about drawing, but perhaps I never allowed myself to lose myself in my art like that.

The website was tedious and slow to use. After about half an hour of IMing, I sent a message that said, "India, would it be too forward to ask for your phone number already? It would be easier for me to text…" and I listed my phone number. I was pleased that I heard my phone vibrate against the coffee table nearly immediately

Unknown Number: Hi :) It's me. I actually go by Indi

I couldn't help but smile. Of course she went by Indi. It somehow suited her perfectly. I quickly saved her number and texted her back.

Emily: Tell me more about you?

Indi: I'm not sure what you really want to know, but I grew up in a small town in Washington state. No siblings, and my parents died in a car wreck a few years ago. It's, ultimately, what helped me feel okay about going so far away for school. Washington to Washington (DC). It's been hard, so much change, but there was nothing left for me in Washington. And having my roommate has been amazing. She's one of the best people I know. She's one of those people that basically just embodies sunshine. I'd be lost without her. Anyway, when I'm not drowning in piano practice or waiting tables, I try to read as much as possible.

My heart ached to hear she had lost her parents, her entire support system, so early in life. But I admired her all the more for making her way in life with very little. This did satisfy my curiosity why her parents weren't helping her with school. I tried to reign my privilege in – not everyone had parents that could help them with going to college. Not everyone had a seemingly endless trust fund. I was also concerned about her working. I'd have to – delicately – ask if she would be willing to forego work during our arrangement. That is, if she wanted to pursue an arrangement. Don't put the cart before the horse, Em.

Indi: Your turn :)

Indi: Actually, hold that thought. I am exhausted. I had a rough day and I'd just like to go to sleep. I'm really glad you messaged me, Emily. Talk tomorrow?

Emily: Definitely. I'm sorry to hear you had a tough day. Sleep well, sweet girl

I wanted to add a kissy face but didn't because 1) I wasn't quite sure how, and 2) I thought it a bit much for the first night. I laid down on my couch, clutching my phone, already a fool over this girl. What had Rossi gotten me into?

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Tastes Like Sugar (ch. 23)

Pairing: India Mae Banks x Emily Prentiss; OC x Emily Prentiss

Warnings: fluffy smut (18+)

Word Count: 2.4k

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Chapter 23 - Exalted Entanglements

I sighed, reading the same paragraph for the fifth time. My final recital song was constantly playing through my head, the discordant note I never seemed to get right resonating louder than the rest. I really should go practice. I needed it. The recital was coming up in just a few weeks. Dr. Brooke would skin me alive if I messed up that same measure again this week.

I turned a page backwards to re-start this section. I needed to finish this chapter before school tomorrow. Only then would I let myself get back to the hellish piece Dr. Brooke was punishing me with.

"Hey you," I heard softly from the doorway. I looked up from my book, my grin stretching my cheeks. Em was rarely home on the weekends; she had been working so much. Before me, she had worked on paperwork right after a case. She never minded staying late at Quantico. But now, she had something to come home to and she never did paperwork. Apparently, that had caught up with her and most of her free weekends were spent in the office catching up.

"Get everything done?" I asked.

"Not quite. I've at least caught up to this month, though," she said ruefully. Her long legs crossed the library in a few strides, and she plopped next to me with a heavy sigh. "I think I left my brain at Quantico," she said through a large yawn.

"Awe baby," I cooed at her. Stretching my arms wide, "Come here." Emily settled into my side and pecked the side of my head. "Lay down," I commanded softly.

Emily settled her head in my lap, and my hand immediately fell to her hair, petting the top of her head gently. Within minutes, her breathing slowed, and her feet rubbed together like they always did when she was asleep. I smiled softly, content to be her pillow. I only wished I could see her peaceful, sleeping face better. I relished our sweet, silent moment together, loving the fact that she felt so safe with me. I couldn't help but feel grateful I felt so safe with her, too. Amazed to so quickly find a home in her.

I turned back to my book; my recital piece could wait. Em's sleep was far more important, and I didn't want to disturb her. Not that it was a hardship to lay with her. I couldn't think of a better way to spend a Sunday afternoon than to lay lazily with Emily on the couch. Especially because we hadn't had a weekend together in ages.

I finished my chapter, concentration issues gone now that Emily was here. She slept so long, I even read next week's chapter. This silence and tranquility re-centered me. I wished Emily would let me be there for her more. It thrilled me to be a source of comfort and strength for her.

"Mmm," Emily hummed. I felt her turn over and mumble, "That feels nice, angel."

I looked down at her looking up at me through sleepy eyes. "Did you have a good nap?"

"Mmm," she rubbed her eyes softly. "Yes, thank you. I'm sorry I fell asleep so quickly, but I needed that."

"I know, babe. I wish you slept more," I lamented. I put my book the side so I could caress her face, drawing one finger down the line of her strong jaw. Her eyes closed in pleasure for a brief moment, and then she grabbed my hand and turned to kiss the palm. Her lips trailed down to my wrist, her tongue sneaking out to flick against my pulse point. I couldn't stop my heart from beating faster; Emily always excited me.

"Whatcha reading?" she asked after a few seconds.

I picked my book back up. "This novel for my lit class. I was a bit behind," I rambled, "but I went to the bookstore a few days ago, so now I'm catching up. I don't know how I missed it on the syllabus at the beginning of the semester, but I did. Anyway," I rolled my eyes at myself, "I've got it now."

Emily's brows furrowed. "Did you put it on your school account? I didn't see a bill."

"No, I just went to Barnes & Noble," I brushed it off. My fingers wrapped themselves around the tiny hairs framing Em's face. She was so fucking beautiful, I couldn't concentrate on anything else.

"How much was it?"

"It was only $30 – no big deal!" I internally paused. No big deal. Look how far I'd come. Last semester, if I had a surprise book I forgot to buy for the semester, I'd have a freak out about how I would find an extra thirty dollars in the budget. "I just used the card you gave me."

"Baby," she chided softly. "That's not for school stuff. I'll transfer money later this evening."

"Don't worry about it." She sat up with a scathing look. I knew better than to tell Emily what to do – especially about money. "It's all your money," I defended anyway. "What does it matter which giant pool of money it comes from?"

She sighed and combed her messy nap hair through her fingers. "It matters to me, love. I still want to take care of you, no matter what you are to me. I'll always take care of you."

Her soft voice, dripping with sincerity, caused my heart to stutter. I hadn't felt so safe or loved since I moved to DC. This city was always so cold, the people detached. Everyone was always thinking about whose neck they could step on to get ahead in this city. It was hostile; no room for found family. And I had no more blood family to fall back on.

I couldn't help it; I launched myself into her arms. I needed to make Emily feel just as special as she made me feel. My lips pressed against hers instantly. But I needed more. I swung a leg over her lap to pull myself closer to her. But it wasn't close enough. My lips were frantic, my fingers pulling at her shirt.

"Baby," Emily gasped in surprise. "I just woke up! Let me catch up."

"Hurry," I begged, already breathless, "I need you."

I nipped at her lips while I tangled my fingers into her hair. "Baby, slow down," she commanded softly. Her lips, deliberately slow, calmed my frenzy. She sucked softly on my bottom lip, pulling a groan deep from chest. Her hands smoothed down my body, settling on my hips. She helped me rock them against her thigh; I wanted to move faster, but her hands forced an excruciating, teasing pace. Her lips trailed down my neck, still sucking, leaving a trail of her saliva. "We have all the time in the world," she murmured against my neck.

I rocked my hips harder, signaling to her I needed it faster. Her hands slid around to the tops of my thighs. "My my," she teased, mischief coloring her voice, "You are needy, aren't you?" Her fingers trailed softly up my thighs, raising goosebumps the higher they rose.

All I could manage was a whimpered, "please," as I buried my face in her neck, my hips continuing to rock.

Her hand slipped underneath my shorts, and her finger traced over my panties. "Please what?" I didn't need to see her face to know she was smirking. I should have been annoyed at her arrogance; I should have been embarrassed that she could rile me up so quickly. But all I could focus on was getting her finger on my bare skin, getting her inside of me.

"Emily," I whimpered. "PL-" I gasped as she pushed my panties to the side and plunged one finger inside of me. "Yes," I hissed. I pushed my hips as low as they would go to get her deeper. I grabbed the back of the couch and started pumping against her finger. "Em," I begged, "More. Please."

"My greedy baby," she cooed, but blessedly added another finger. "So wet for me already. So needy."

I was growing incoherent. I couldn't help myself when she spoke to me like that. Her low, husky voice – teasing and sexy – never failed to cease any thought but getting off. I had no control over the noises coming from my mouth. They were all for Emily.

"That's it, baby. Ride my fingers." Her other hand moved up the front of my body. She lightly traced my lips before pushing her thumb in my mouth. I sucked on her finger, trying to stay quiet.

"Harder," I moaned around her finger, pushing my hips down as far as I could.

"You need it deeper?" I simply nodded. As she pulled her fingers out, I whimpered in protest. "Be patient, baby. Lay back," she said gently. She pushed softly against me, helping me lay on the couch. She ghosted her fingertips up my legs as I settled my head against the arm of the couch.

"Em-"

"I said be patient," she reminded. Her fingers hooked over the waistband of my shorts and pulled them down my legs. "Be good for me and be patient."

She wasted no more time. Her head fell between my legs, and she licked up my slit once before sucking on my clit. "Oh god," I groaned. One hand pushed her hair out of the way while the other tightly squeezed the couch cushion. "More," I begged. I felt her exhaled chuckle tickle my skin, but she didn't say anything. She slid one long finger inside me. She pushed into me so slowly I thought I'd combust. She curled her finger slightly and then pulled back out. Before I could protest again, she slammed two fingers into me roughly. "Ung," I grunted. "Fuck."

I sprinted to my peak, my stomach muscles tightening deliciously in anticipation. "Emily, Emily," I chanted. I couldn't think of any other words. The only thing I knew was Emily. All I could feel was Emily. "Emily!" I rocked my hips in time with her tongue and keened as I reached my release. My muscles relaxed, and I melted into the couch. I threw an arm over my eyes as I tried to catch my breath.

Emily pressed a kiss to each thigh and hip bone, and then trailed a line of kisses up my abdomen. "Mmm," I moaned as the waves of my orgasm dwindled slowly. How was it possible she always made me feel so good?

My earlier passion turned into a yearning to be close to her again. I hadn't noticed before, but Emily had only half stripped me. I pushed Emily back and pulled my shirt over my head. "I want to feel you close," I whispered sheepishly.

"Closer than in between your legs?" she teased. Though smirking, she shed her own shirt and laid down between my legs. She rested her chin on my belly, looking up at me with sparkling eyes. I sighed in contentment. I would never get enough of Emily like this. The majesty of being this intimate would never lessen.

I tilted my head to the side, resting my head in my hand. "Thank you, baby," I whispered. With my free hand, I ran my fingers through her silken hair. I tried to untangle the knots I had created earlier.

"You look so beautiful like this," she muttered. It was almost as if she were talking to herself. "The lighting is perfect," she mused.

"For what?"

Her head snapped up. "Don't move. I mean it. Please, just let me-" She stood up and raced out of the room. I sat up halfway in confusion. I had been enjoying the connection and tranquility of just laying together. Emily always brought me such peace.

I waited a few seconds, but it felt longer due to my confusion about what she was doing. She returned with a sketch pad and charcoal. Realization dawned on me that she wanted to draw me. I was incredibly flattered to be her muse. She leaned down, brushing a kiss against my forehead. "My angel," she whispered. "You are so pretty. I have to draw you. You are so fucking beautiful."

She sat down and opened her sketch book. She closed her eyes and exhaled loudly. Slowly, through her impossibly long lashes, she looked up at me from her spot on the floor. "Don't move," she warned seriously. And she was off.

I tried to peek at her work, but she had angled the paper so that I couldn't see. But that didn't preclude me from seeing Emily's hands swiping back and forth over the paper. She made endless, quick, harsh flicks against the paper, and then she would go back and smudge over the lines with her fingers. It was fascinating watching her. And now obvious why she was always covered in charcoal when she was done drawing.

Emily had failed to put a shirt back on, and watching her do what she loved while half naked was distracting. I shifted onto my side to get a better view. "Tilt your chin up," she interrupted my musings. I wordlessly complied. If the price of getting to cum like I just did was letting her draw me afterwards and get to stare at her half naked, I'd gladly lay and pose for her.

After several minutes, I nearly fell asleep. Relaxed in our quiet, peaceful library, the slight scratch of her charcoal over the paper lulled me into a trance. I lost track of time in my half-asleep daze, only to be awoken by Emily's soft "Okay." My eyes snapped open and looked towards her judging her finished work.

"Can I see?" I wondered.

She shifted and stood, clutching her sketch in a way so as to hide it from me. She traced one finger up my neck and under my jaw, tilting my head back. She leaned down to place a soft, sucking, wet kiss on the underside of my jaw. I sighed and tilted my neck further back. "The slope of your jaw is…" She trailed off, losing herself in lavishing my neck with attention.

"Is what?" I asked breathlessly.

"Divine."

I pushed her sketch book out of her hands – I could always look at her work later – and pulled her towards me. She came willingly, settling on top of me once again to start this all again.

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leftoverenvy · 3 years ago

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🤎🤍Masterlist🤍🤎

Hi! Welcome to my blog 🍂

Incredibly obsessed with Emily Prentiss 🫠🫢

I write fic for Emily Prentiss - check it out under the cut 😚

Emily Prentiss

Series:

Secrets of the West Wing Wattpad | Tumblr | Ao3 | Complete Summary: Reader has just been elected President of the United States and Emily Prentiss is head of her Secret Service detail. How will the two navigate the balance between the boundaries their professional relationship dictates and the love in their hearts? Pairing: Emily Prentiss x Reader

Tastes Like Sugar Wattpad | Tumblr | Ao3 | Ongoing Summary: India Mae, or Indi, is a music major, struggling to pay bills, tuition, work, and make good grades. Emily Prentiss is a BAU profiler, as well as a DC socialite thanks to her huge family fortune. The two enter into a mutually beneficial arrangement: Emily will pay for Indi's school if Indi accompanies Emily to her social functions for a few months, posing as her girlfriend. As weeks go by, the lines between their arrangement and their true feelings start to blur. But money can't buy love, right? A slowburn romance. Pairing: Emily Prentiss x OC

Contaminated Series Tumblr | Complete Summary: Emily and JJ's marriage is in shambles, so Emily turns to an unlikely source of comfort: her student. To add gasoline to the fire, Emily starts an affair. A songfic inspired by Contaminated by BANKS. Pairing: Emily Prentiss x OC; Emily Prentiss x Jennifer "JJ" Jareau

Oneshots:

What Happens in Vegas Wattpad | Tumblr | Ao3 | Complete Summary: Filler between Ep. 4x6 and 4x7 - Emily's night in Vegas

Sacred and Sanguine Tumblr | Complete Summary: Sometimes the holiest sacrament is pure sin. A continuation of Blood and Blasphemy by @writingquillsandpainpills

Hallucinate Wattpad | Tumblr | Complete Summary: Reader is a school teacher grieving over Emily's death. Inspired by "Hello" by Evanescence.

Heaven Wattpad | Tumblr | Complete Summary: Part 2 of Hallucinate. Inspired by "I Miss You" by Adele.

Tease Wattpad | Ao3 | Tumblr | Complete Summary: Emily gets called away on a case leaving you home alone and wanting. You decide to get her attention any way you can.

Elle Greenaway x Reader

Oneshots:

Hate To Love You Tumblr | Ao3 | Complete Summary: Y/n is a new BAU member and is fast friends with everyone on the team except a certain brunette they just can't connect with. Ambivalence turns to hatred, but all that passion has to come out somehow.

#emily prentiss x you #emily prentiss x fem! reader #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #wlw writing #writers of tumblr #writerscommunity #writers on tumblr

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leftoverenvy · 2 years ago

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Tastes Like Sugar Masterlist (ongoing)

Thank you @sadgirlml for helping me with the header

Pairing: India Mae Banks x Emily Prentiss; OC x Emily Prentiss

Chapter List:

Chapter 1 - Seeking Arrangements Chapter 2 - Forced Proposal Chapter 3 - Butterflies Chapter 4 - Enchanted Chapter 5 - Terms and Conditions Chapter 6 - Special Delivery Chapter 7 - Welcome Home Chapter 8 - A Work of Art Chapter 9 - Chanel or Chopin? Chapter 10 - Progress Chapter 11 - Meet the Family Chapter 12 - Make You Feel My Love Chapter 13 - Transcendent Chapter 14 - Redrawing Boundaries Chapter 15 - A Black Tie Affair Chapter 16 - Convergence Chapter 17 - Emily's Secrets Chapter 18 - Coming to Terms Chapter 19 - All Tied Up Chapter 20 - Taunt Chapter 21 - Evolution Chapter 22 - The South Side Slayer Chapter 23 - Exalted Entanglements Chapter 24 - Family Dinner Chapter 25 - The Woman in the Mirror Chapter 26 - Gone to the Everglades Chapter 27 - Lesson Learned Chapter 28 - A Waiting Game Chapter 29 - Wayward Chapter 30 - Reconciliation Chapter 31 - Sweet Harmony Chapter 32 - Birthday Wishes

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leftoverenvy · 2 years ago

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Tastes Like Sugar (ch. 20)

Pairing: India Mae Banks x Emily Prentiss; OC x Emily Prentiss

Warnings: smut; bratting; bdsm; bondage; punishment; praise kink (18+)

Word Count: 4.4k

Read on Wattpad | Ao3 | Previous Chapters

Chapter 20 - Taunt

For the next few weeks, Emily and I explored this new side of me. I never knew how satisfying a little pain could be. Each time Emily introduced me to something new, I couldn't believe how much pleasure it brought. I had never been attracted to anyone like I was to Emily. And now that I'd had a taste of her, it awoke something inside of me. Emily and I were unstoppable. I'd never been overly focused on sex, but maybe Hunter had just sucked in bed. Emily definitely did not.

I enjoyed most of what Emily had exposed me to. I had only safe-worded at degradation. There was just something about Emily calling me a stupid whore that made me uncomfortable. But she respected my boundaries immediately, and she hadn't done it since. But whether it had been an unfortunate byproduct of her being called on so many cases, or me calling "yellow" on degradation, I felt as if Emily hadn't been as rough with me as she had previously been. I hadn't said anything because I didn't know if she was just tired from work, or if I had made her nervous. I didn't know how I could figure it out for myself, and I really did not want to ask outright. Mainly, it was incredibly embarrassing, but there was also a part of me that didn't want to make Emily feel bad for having to work so much recently. No matter the reason, I missed her terribly.

I wandered around the cavernous, empty house one Saturday afternoon. Emily, as always, was circling my mind incessantly. I wondered how I could get her to manhandle me like she had a few weeks ago. I thought back to that night, goosebumps raising on my skin at the memory. Yes, I definitely needed to figure out how to get her to choke me and spank me like that again. She had left bruises on my hips and hickeys so dark my makeup couldn't cover them.

I sat down on the couch with my laptop and googled, "How to get your partner to be rough with you." I scrolled through several entries before going back and clicking on the first one. It wasn't super helpful. It discussed things Emily and I had tried and long surpassed. It was obviously geared towards m/f relationships anyway. I backed out and found a more official-looking BDSM site. I learned a new concept: brat.

I scoured all sources about what it meant to be a brat and possible punishments I would receive for breaking the rules. It had never occurred to me that I could tell Emily no. I wondered what she would do if I told her no and stared her in the eye unwaveringly. My stomach clenched at the thought. Unbelievably aching and feeling bold, I texted Emily.

Indi🥰: When will you be home, ma'am? I need you... Em💘💗: Hmm do you now? Indi🥰: Please... Em💘💗: As luck would have it, we are currently boarding the jet.

My heart started racing. Emily would be home soon. Just a few hours. My mind started racing on how I could signal to her that I wanted to play. I thought of the lacy lingerie I had tucked away upstairs. I had to, once again, mentally thank Penelope for making me buy it. She was always right when it came to stuff like this.

I raced upstairs and pulled on the emerald-colored set, pulling my boobs up to sit high in the cups. I really hoped this wasn't a mistake. I walked into Emily's room. Kneeling in front of Emily's full-length mirror, I cast my eyes down in submission and snapped the picture. Before I could overthink what I was doing, I clicked send.

Indi🥰: Photo Attachment Indi🥰: Can't wait for you to come home, ma'am

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Emily's POV:

My eyes bugged out of my head. When I opened my message from India before takeoff, I didn't expect to see her in lingerie. I cleared my throat to cover the moan that nearly escaped my mouth. I quickly scrambled to lock my phone screen. Morgan, seated next to me, did not need to see India like that. She was mine. I stood up to "grab a coffee" so I could look at that photo in a more secluded area of the jet.

"Hey, Prentiss!" Derek called. "I thought you were trying to limit your caffeine intake!" I flipped him off over my shoulder without breaking stride. I needed to see this picture immediately, and nothing would stop me. "Bring me one back, please!" His request only registered halfway; my mind solely focused on devouring India.

When in the kitchen area, I pulled my phone out and opened her picture. I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning. Though it had only been about a week since we had sex, it felt like forever. After our first time, sex had been a consistent, amazing activity. India constantly wanted more from me. I had never been with someone so insatiable. Not that I was complaining; sex with India was unlike anything else. And we were going to rectify our little dry spell as soon as I got home. I didn't care that I hadn't slept more than three hours every night this week. I needed her. To see her like this made my clit throb between my legs. Suddenly, I knew this jet ride home was going to be unbearably long.

Em💘💗: Fuck India. Do you know how fucking hot you are? Be dressed like that when I get home, kneeling for me by my bed.

Before I could completely work myself up, I saved her photo, and turned my phone off. I returned to my seat, and just as I had expected, the flight back to Quantico was the longest two hours of my life. The entire flight I imagined how India would look kneeling like she had been in the photo. It hadn't escaped my notice that she was kneeling in front of the mirror in my bedroom. To know she was dressed like that, teasing me like that, from my own bedroom was driving me mad.

I shifted in my seat back and forth the entire flight. I was antsy, anxious to get home to my Indi. I was silently losing my mind the whole flight home. Derek eyed me from across the aisle, but he kept his headphones on and his mouth shut. I crossed my legs and squeezed them together in an attempt to still the growing ache between my legs. I cursed India for getting me worked up like this.

When we blessedly touched down on the tarmac, I immediately started packing up my stuff so I could be ready to run to my car as soon as the pilot opened the door for us. I threw a hasty "Bye guys!" over my shoulder as I speed-walked to the Jag. I couldn't bring myself to care about being polite and giving the team a proper goodbye.

"Ayo Prentiss!" Derek called. I groaned internally. "Where you off to so fast?"

I turned around but kept my legs moving away from the jet. "Gotta go see my girl!" I shouted back. I turned back around and briskly walked towards the car. When I finally arrived, I threw my bag in the backseat and sped home. I knew India would be waiting for me to start play as soon as I made it upstairs. Her little teasing photo was evidence she was aching just as badly as I was. And I knew my good girl would follow the order I gave her.

I burst through the back door, my bag immediately falling out of my hand while I simultaneously flung my keys on the kitchen island. My feet didn't stop moving. In a few seconds, I was halfway up the stairs. My boots thumped up the stairs, unintentionally signaling my approach to India. When I crossed the threshold, my breath hitched in my throat; my jaw clenched. India was completely naked and sprawled across my bed. Even worse, she was already touching herself with her favorite vibrator.

My thoughts stopped in shock at seeing her so brazenly ignoring the rule I laid out for her. Maybe she hadn't understood I was commanding her to do something. Perhaps something had gotten lost over text message. Regardless, I would be rectifying this situation immediately.

I marched to the bed and wrenched the vibrator out of Indi's hands. "What the hell are you doing, India?" I hissed, barely keeping my anger in check. She had never indicated she wanted me to be harsh or firm with her. I still wasn't so sure she even wanted me to be rough with her. Fuck we really should have talked about this more, but I never in my wildest dreams imagined she would behave like this.

"EM!" she protested, raising up on her elbows to look at me more directly. "I was using that!" she scoffed with a roll of her eyes. My own eyes bulged in disbelief. Where the fuck had this attitude come from?

I clicked the vibrator off and moved in closer, my free hand wrapping around her neck, pushing her flat against the bed again. "Was my text message unclear?" I asked darkly.

Without blinking, with a defiant gleam in her eye, she responded, "No."

"'NO?'" I asked in disbelief. I tried to calm myself down. I wanted to be extremely careful with her so I didn't freak her out again, but I did not have patience for bratting. There was no way she could know that, but the thought did little to alleviate my growing irritation.

"Sorry," she apologized. My grip loosened. "No, ma'am," she amended sarcastically. "It was clear enough."

My jaw clenched tighter. "Then what the fuck are you doing naked touching yourself on my bed?"

She shrugged her shoulders. Through my tight grip around her throat, I felt her swallow thickly. "You took too long, ma'am," she sneered again. Something in me snapped. Her attitude made me absolutely feral. I flipped her over and slapped her ass as hard as I could. The loud smack echoed around my room, her slight hiss following soon after.

I leaned down and ground out through my teeth, "When I give you a rule, I expect it to be followed. Is that clear?" She didn't respond, so I wrapped my hand around her hair and tugged her neck back. Directly in her ear, I asked again, "Is that clear?"

She moaned loudly, "Yes, ma'am." Her ass lifted into the air slightly, bucking into nothing. Interesting, I mused. I grabbed at her cheeks and kneaded slightly. She whimpered at my touch, her noises increasing in volume once I took my hands away. I slapped her ass again, eliciting another loud groan.

My hands trailed down her legs to her ankles. I abruptly flipped her back over and smoothed my hands up her body. I circled her wrists and pushed them above her head. "Don't move these," I commanded harshly. India stared up at me through dark, lustful eyes.

"I need to touch you, Em."

I grabbed her jaw roughly between my thumb and pointer finger. "I don't want to hear it. Keep your hands there or I'll flog you ten times." Her hips bucked into mine, her legs lifting to wrap around my waist. "What in the world makes you think you can touch me with your legs after I just said you can't touch me with your hands?"

"Ma'am, please," she whimpered, her hands lowering to wrap around my shoulders. I felt her legs squeeze me tighter; I was certain my gun dug into her thigh, but she didn't seem to mind. I grabbed her wrists again and slammed them above her head.

"Don't. Move." I warned. I unwrapped her legs from around me and moved away from the bed. She stayed still for a few seconds, so I figured it was safe to put my gun in the safe. I crouched down and quickly locked up my gun. When I stood back up, her hands had slipped down her body, her fingers buried inside of herself.

I rolled my own eyes and scoffed. I rushed over to the chest in the corner of my room and snatched some rope out from the bottom. I also snagged my gentlest flogger. India was definitely going to learn a lesson tonight. I had no idea where she got it in her head that she could brat like this. I, once again, grabbed her hands and looped the rope around them. I secured them snugly to the corner bedpost. She wasn't going anywhere.

Her hands pulled at the restraints as they always did when I first tied her up. It's like she hadn't quite yet learned that I wanted her to stay in one place. I rolled my eyes again. "Didn't I tell you not to move?" I questioned.

"Emily," she moaned, "Please." She tugged again on the rope. "Emily, please," she repeated. "I'll be good; I promise."

"It's too late for that, brat." My tone was sharp. I knew it was, but I couldn't help it. "Your attitude leaves a lot to be desired, India Mae. Besides" - I took a step back to admire her all spread out before me - "You look so pretty all tied up for me like this. Completely at my whim. You've never looked so beautiful, angel."

"Em! Please!" she practically shouted. I brought the flogger down on her thighs immediately, the slap of the leather against her skin sharp. "Ah!" she cried out even louder.

"That's one," I counted. "Now you do the rest."

"The rest?" she asked.

"I told you if you didn't keep your hands to yourself, I'd flog you. I flipped her over so her ass was facing up. "Now count," I commanded.

I flogged her again, this time on the back of her thighs. "Twoooo," she moaned.

"Good girl, angel. You're being so good for me now," I praised. Even harder than the first two times, I flogged her ass cheeks.

"Three!" she shouted, her hips pushing down into the mattress involuntarily. I flogged her again twice more in rapid succession. She grunted out a soft, "Four."

"What happened to five?"

"Four and five, ma'am," she whimpered. I flipped her over again and immediately flogged her over her full breasts. She hissed at the leather on her nipples. "Six!" I dropped my hand holding the flogger. With the other, I softly swiped a finger between her legs, delighting in how wet her dripping cunt was. Her hips bucked up again, desperate for stimulation. I quickly lifted my hand and snapped my wrist down to flog her over her torso. "God! Emily!" she shouted.

"I didn't hear a number."

"Seven," she whined. "Ma'am please! I'm sorry! I'll be good, I swear."

I chuckled darkly. "You'll be good?" I taunted. "You'll be good now that you're all tied up and can't do anything about it?" I flogged her torso again, and her back arched up into it.

"Eight," she hissed. I plunged my fingers inside her. "OH GOD!" Her hips immediately started rocking in time with my thrusts. "Ma'am, Jesus." I pulled my fingers out and took a step away from her. Her wrists pulled at the rope once again in an attempt to pull me back. She whimpered in protest.

"Stay still!" I barked, flogging her again.

"Ma'am, please!"

"I will not remind you again to count, brat. Forget again and you get another added on."

"Eight," she groaned.

I smirked at her slip-up. "Try again," I teased.

"Nine?" she asked.

I dragged the leather up her torso, letting it barely touch her. It drew goosebumps all over her skin. "Good girl," I cooed. I paused, and then demanded, "Look at me." Her eyes immediately opened, though only half-way; they were heavy with desire. I draped the flogger over her torso and started unbuttoning my shirt. I slowly, meticulously undid every button, causing her to squirm as my hands descended my own chest. I let my shirt fall to the floor and quickly unhooked my bra.

"Emily," Indi sighed. Her wrists slammed against the rope in frustration. "Let me go. I need to touch you."

"Sorry, angel. A little patience earlier would have served you well, wouldn't it have?" I taunted. "Instead, all you can do now is watch me touch myself." I slid my hands up my torso and cupped my own tits. I sighed, throwing my head back for dramatic effect. Of course it didn't feel that good, but I wanted her to long to replace my hands with her own.

She whined again. "That's not fair!"

"These are the consequences of you breaking the rules. I think it's plenty fair, India." I kicked out of my boots, slid my pants and underwear down my legs, and stepped out of them. I moved to hover over her slightly, getting face to face with her. "Don't like the consequences? Don't break the rules next time, brat." Tears welled in her huge, dark eyes. Though I considered this to be a pretty soft scene, we hadn't experimented with her bratting. Her tears gave me pause. "What color are you?"

"Green," she whispered. "But please," she begged. I smirked at her again and then captured her lips in a searing kiss. She whined into my mouth and bucked her hips again. I pulled back and picked up the flogger again.

"Just one more, baby," I reminded. I dragged the flogger over her skin again, tickling her. "You're doing so well, princess." Her back arched into my light touch. I leaned down and licked up her neck. I nibbled lightly on her ear lobe, and then whispered, "Close your eyes." My breath washed over her skin, drawing more goosebumps.

Her eyes immediately fell closed. I picked up her vibrator, now forgotten on the bed next to her, and put the tip of it in my mouth to get it wet. So as not to alert her of what I was doing, I waited until it was nearly touching her clit before turning it on. She whined loud, high-pitched, and long as soon as the vibrations touched her clit. "Emmma'am," she corrected herself mid-moan.

I chuckled softly. My heart swelled at her remembering her rules and trying to be good for me. "Does that feel good, angel? Is this what you wanted?"

"Yesssss," she moaned. Her hips circled against the vibrator. "Fuck," she panted, "That feels so good."

"It better. You were so desperate to get started, you couldn't even wait for me. So go ahead, angel. Get yourself off." Her eyes flashed open and then narrowed at me. She was absolutely right to be suspicious. She wasn't cumming until she reached her tenth swat, and I had no intention to reach ten any time soon. Slowly, I slipped two fingers inside her, sighing at how wet she was for me. She was so wet I couldn't keep the vibrator still in one place for her.

"Ma'am," she gasped, "Please! I'm so close."

"Yeah?" I confirmed, pressing my fingers into her deeper. Her wrists tugged against the rope tightly, her back lifting off the bed. I pulled all stimulation away from her.

She slumped against the bed. "What the fuck?!" Oh, that dirty mouth would be the death of me.

"Is that any way to talk to me?"

"No ma'am. Sorry," she whispered.

"You can cum when you've finished your flogging."

"Flog me!" she begged. "Please ma'am. Flog me!" She pulled against the rope again.

"No," I said simply, smiling. I pushed the vibrator against her clit again. "You were so desperate to touch yourself earlier. So go ahead, baby. I'm just giving you what you wanted," I sneered.

"Ung," she grunted when my fingers slid back inside her. "Ma'-" she gasped when I curled my fingers. "OH!" Her fists clenched tightly, her nails likely digging harshly into the palms of her hands. "Oh god," she moaned. "I'm-" and I pulled the vibrator away again. I didn't pull my fingers out. I wanted to feel her clench around me. She did not disappoint. Her pussy spasmed around my fingers as she chased an orgasm I was not yet ready to allow her.

I edged her twice more in the same manner. The length of time between each edge growing shorter and shorter. After the fourth, she shouted, "PLEASE! I'M SORRY!"

"What are you sorry for?" I questioned.

"I'm sorry I didn't listen! I won't do it again. I swear I won't." In the blink of an eye, I grabbed the flogger, her wetness smearing onto the handle, and I flogged her chest for the final time.

She only whimpered. I gave her a few seconds to say her last number, but it never came. Only her heavy pants filled the room. I clicked my tongue in disappointment at her. "Oh, Indi," I chided. "You said you wouldn't forget to-"

"TEN!" she interrupted.

"There's my good girl," I praised. I'd let the delay in her counting pass this time. "Do you want to cum?" I trailed the vibrator up her thigh and then teased her all around where she needed it most. She bucked her hips, but she didn't respond. "Indi."

"What?"

"Do you want to cum?"

She whined, "Please!"

I switched the vibrator to my non-dominant hand and then slammed my fingers into her. Her resulting moan was the loudest yet, but somehow grew even louder as soon as I touched the vibrator back to her clit. She bucked her hips in the air and shouted for me. "Does that feel good?" I teased her.

She ignored me, instead begging, "Can I cum, please, ma'am?"

"Go ahead, angel. You've been such a good girl for me these past few minutes." Her body tensed and pulled taut. Her abdominal muscles contracted deliciously, as did her internal muscles around my fingers. I let her come down slowly, placing soft kisses against her hips and thighs while she did. When she finally slumped back against the bed, I slid my fingers out of her and clicked the vibrator off.

"Thank you, ma'am," she sighed. "That was just what I needed."

"To be punished for being a brat?" I asked skeptically, my brow lifting in disbelief.

She had the decency to try to hide her face in her own shoulder. The ropes made it difficult, and I made it impossible by pulling on her chin to force her to look at me directly. "Sorry," she mumbled quietly.

"Sorry," I said harshly, "I didn't catch that."

"I'm sorry, ma'am," she responded more loudly. "I just needed your hands on me."

"Oh princess," I cooed, "You only have to ask if you need something." I reached up to untie her hands to massage her sore shoulders. She had pulled so roughly against her restraints tonight. Once I loosened the rope, I hissed at seeing the angry red lines circling her wrists. "I marred your precious skin!" I lamented.

She pulled her wrists down to examine them herself. I longed to smooth my fingers over the worsening rope burn, but I didn't dare irritate her skin further. "I liked it, Em. Relax, please. It's not a big deal," she dismissed me casually.

"Does it hurt?" I asked stupidly. Of course it did.

"It's fine," she dismissed once again.

"Does it hurt?" I pressed more insistently.

"I mean," she shrugged, "It stings a little." At seeing the sour expression on my face, she quickly amended, "But really, Em. It was worth it." She bit her lip, her eyes looking far away as she replayed the memories of the last hour in her mind's eye.

I smirked at her. "I'm turning you into a rope bunny." She said nothing. "I've created a monster," I teased.

"Yes," she agreed quickly. "And you should feed it more."

"Is that so?" I asked with mock outrage. I captured her in my arms and tickled her sides while I attacked the side of her neck with my tongue. A cross between a giggle and a moan escaped her throat, as did a half-serious protest. I pulled away and said, "Let me get you some lotion, Indi."

"No!" she protested fully now at my pulling away.

"I'll be right back. I need to do this, baby. We won't use rope again. You pull too much for this to be safe. I can't have your skin rubbed raw every time."

"Emilyyyyy," she complained. I reached for some soothing aloe to put on her wrists. She hissed at the sting from me touching her wrists.

"I'm sorry, angel. I know it hurts." I kissed the tops of her hands. "Let me get your chest too," I demanded, eying thin lines from the flogger. I gently massaged the aloe into her skin, smiling at her while I did. "Turn over, angel," I said softly.

"I can't with you on top of me, Em," she responded cheekily.

I sighed at her precocious tone but lifted myself off of her so she could roll over. I sighed again, this time at seeing her delicious ass. Again, I rubbed aloe into her soft skin. I kneaded gently; I couldn't help myself. She moaned lightly. "Em please," she whined, bucking her hips up into my hands.

I leaned down and pressed my lips to her ass. "Don't get too worked up, angel. It's time for dinner."

"No..." she whined. I flipped her over gently. She beamed at me, something shining brightly in her eyes. I couldn't let myself hope it was love; it was too soon for that. "Besides," she smirked, "I only came once." The defiant gleam in her eye showed me that she was teasing. I knew she was, but I couldn't help but rise to her bait.

"Is that right, angel?" I asked, slightly put out. "Guess we'll have to fix that then, won't we?" If she was going to complain about only cumming once, I would make sure she came as much as she could the rest of the night.

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Tastes Like Sugar (ch. 8)

Pairing: India Mae Banks x Emily Prentiss; OC x Emily Prentiss

Warnings: eventual smut; sugar baby relationships; age gap (16 years - but all over 18)

Word Count: 4k

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Chapter 8 - A Work of Art

I woke up with the sun shining in my eyes. While I normally wasn't a morning person, today held a certain air of excitement. I was here, in Emily's home. I was really doing this. I looked around my new room to take it all in when I noticed a huge bouquet of flowers on my nightstand, a note propped up against the vase.

I smiled softly at the size and colors. They were so vibrant; it was absolutely stunning. Emily sure was making this transition easy. I reached for the note and unfolded it to reveal Emily's smushed, messy-but-somehow-elegant, looping scrawl.

"Dearest India,

I hope you slept well. I can't express to you how excited I am that you're finally here. I can't wait to see what these four months will hold. See you soon.

Yours, Emily"

I didn't realize it could get better than waking up to a sweet text message every morning, but having a handwritten note was really special. I read over the "dearest India" and the word "yours" about a hundred times. I pressed her letter to my chest and smiled like a sap. I couldn't wait to see what these four months would hold either.

Eager to see Emily and get our day started, I threw my hair up in a messy bun and slipped on one of my sundresses. It was a little chilly for a dress, but I assumed Emily was taking me to some high-end stores and I didn't want to feel underdressed. Even though I had given her a hard time about all the things she bought from Sephora, I used the face cream, and it was the best product I had ever used. I would die before I told Emily that though because I knew she would smirk at me, all too smug to be right.

As soon as I walked in the kitchen, I swore my heart stopped beating. Emily was sitting at the kitchen island reading the paper, coffee in hand, with reading glasses perched on her nose. The sun streamed through the kitchen windows and made her normally raven-black hair a glowing, beautiful russet. She looked unbelievably sexy – I couldn't stop staring. Why was something as simple as glasses so attractive?

She finally looked up, smiled, and said, "Good morning, Indi. Sleep well?"

"Yes," I lied. It took me a long time to fall asleep, but she didn't need to know that. It was so quiet out here. The lack of normal city sounds unnerved me. "Thank you for the flowers; they're beautiful."

I almost audibly objected when she took her glasses off to look at me properly. "You certainly are welcome. When would you like to head out today?"

"I require caffeine and then we can go." She chuckled and nodded her head towards the coffee maker. I didn't need to be told twice. I filled a mug 3/4 of the way and rummaged in her fridge for some milk.

"It's in the side of the door, Indi," she told me, amusement lacing her voice.

"Thank you!" I sat down near her at the island. "So what's the plan for today? Where are you taking me?"

"I figured we'd start at Nordstrom. If you don't find anything there, we can go to Saks or Neiman Marcus. And depending on how quickly you shop and what you like, we can buy multiple dresses today, so we don't have to shop for every event."

"I like the way you think, Ms. Prentiss." I quickly finished my coffee and hopped up. I rinsed my cup out, put it in the dishwasher, and turned towards Emily. "I'm ready!"

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It turns out, I was not ready. Emily didn't seem like the type to love shopping, but I had clearly underestimated her. The woman was a shopping machine. She loaded us both down with so many dresses for me to try on. The woman would give Penelope a run for her money.

"Emily!" I complained, coming out of the dressing room in what felt like the same silk dress I had tried on thirty times before. "You already have six in the approved pile. Can't we just call it a day?"

"We can if you add that one to the pile of dresses to buy." She quirked an eyebrow at me. I nodded reluctantly, ready for the hours of torture to be over.

But Emily's hours of torture weren't over with dresses. We had to choose necklaces and earrings, handbags and clutches, and then we looked at shoes endlessly. I thought I would lose my mind. Emily insisted on buying several pairs of high heels I was certain were going to kill me. I vowed to myself that when Emily was away on a case, I would exclusively walk around the house in heels to practice walking in them. When Emily finally – blissfully – declared us ready to pay, we walked towards the check-out counter, passing by the perfume counter.

My eyes lingered on the perfume I had been dying to buy for two years now, but could never afford. It was $120 for the small bottle. It smelled so good, so sexy. I tried not to be obvious – Emily was already spending what I calculated to be about $6,000. On me. It was enough to make my head spin.

"Sweetheart?" she asked, pulling me out of my thoughts.

"Hmm?"

"If you want something, you only have to ask," she reminded.

"I don't. Let's go," I said pushing on her arm towards the check-out.

She tugged on my arm to drag me back to the perfumes. "Which one is it, angel?"

I bit my lip. Was this coercing Emily into buying me more stuff? I felt guilty, but I wanted it so badly. "Uh," I looked towards the display, "It's this one," I said picking it up. "But I want you to like it too. I don't want it if you hate it."

She stepped closer to me, placing one hand on the counter behind me. I was caged between her and the counter, but it didn't bother me somehow. In fact, it felt nice to be this close to her. "Let me smell it then." I held the bottle up to her nose and she inhaled deeply. Her eyes darkened and her lids drooped. "Yes," she said a bit breathlessly, taking a step even closer – shrinking the space between us even further. "I think we should buy that."

"Can I help you?" a saleswoman interrupted. Emily immediately took two sizable steps backwards. I missed the warmth from her body.

"Yes," Emily answered. "Can we get this in a 3-ounce bottle?"

"It comes in 1.7, 3.4, or 5 ounces."

"The 3.4, then. Thank you. And can we pay for it at the other counter? We have several things to purchase." The woman nodded and disappeared behind the counter.

"Thank you Emily, really." She squeezed my shoulder. Her touch had me longing for earlier's closeness. The magic of her touch was undeniable. I needed more.

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I stared at the stranger looking back at me in the mirror. She was elegant, sophisticated. She belonged on Emily's arm. Her long, false lashes fluttered seductively. Her smokey makeup made her look mysterious. Her dress draped over her curves deliciously. If I weren't looking in the mirror, watching her copy my movements, I wouldn't believe it were me. I had never felt as beautiful as I did tonight. For the first time, I truly believed I was worthy to be seen with Emily.

I clumsily clomped down the stairs in my might-kill-me-before-the-night-is-over heels and called out, "Em?"

I heard a gasp from across the living room. "My god, Indi," she whispered. "You look stunning. Absolutely breathtaking." I felt insecure but somehow warm under her gaze.

"Thank you," I said shyly. "You look beautiful too." It sounded contrived, but I meant it. No one looked sexier in a suit than Emily did. After several more seconds of staring, she grabbed my hand and tugged me towards the garage.

"Let's get a move on, or we're going to be late."

"Sorry," I whispered. "It took me longer to do my makeup than expected." I remembered the multiple gluing disasters I had with my eye lashes. And then applying and immediately wiping off eye liner on my left eye because I couldn't get the wings even. It was enough to make me almost scream several times. Penelope always made it look so easy. Before I came downstairs, I had convinced myself it wasn't worth it to do this all again, but seeing Emily's reaction changed that. There wasn't anything in this world I wouldn't do to hear Emily's breathless gasp at seeing me walk down the stairs.

She paused her walking and spun me to face her. Her hand cupped my cheek and I melted. "It will be worth it, even if we're late. You really do look lovely." My cheek blazed underneath her hand. I was hopeful she couldn't feel the new heat from my embarrassment, but I thought it unlikely.

I cast my eyes down in embarrassment – her eyes were so sincere, so hypnotizing – but grabbed her hand to hold it to my skin for just a moment longer. "Okay," I said releasing her hand, "Let's go."

The drive to the gallery was uneventful. Emily and I made idle chit chat until we pulled into a spot that said 'reserved.' I smirked at her. "You have your own spot?"

She rolled her eyes and said, "Come on, you," and got out of the car. I quickly followed her lead but was met with a frown. "You should really let me get your door."

"Sorry, Em," I whispered. She was standing so close and somehow the night air charged the electricity between us further. I suddenly longed to feel her lips on mine.

"I want to apologize for what's about to happen."

"What do you mean?" I asked, my brows furrowed. But as we rounded the corner to walk in the main entrance, I immediately understood. Cameras started flashing immediately and a chorus of "Emily!" or "Ms. Prentiss!" surrounded us. And then they noticed me.

"Ms. Prentiss! Who's this? Who did you bring tonight?" The questions were endless as were the camera clicks. Emily's arm encircled my waist, drawing me closer.

"I'm sorry about this," she apologized again. Her lips brushed against the shell of my ear, and I had to bite back a moan, but I couldn't stop the shiver that ran down my spine. "Just pose with me? And then they'll go away." I smiled though I was a bit dazed. What had I gotten myself into? Emily's thumb rubbed circles into my hip, calming me down.

When we finally made it inside, Emily grabbed two wine glasses off a passing waiter's tray and handed me one immediately. Throughout the night, as we made polite conversation with all her socialite friends, she made sure my glass was full. I started slowly sipping so I didn't get drunk and embarrass her.

It was interesting to see Emily in this setting. Though she always seemed so poised and commanding, it was maxed out tonight. The Emily I saw at home was much different from this almost aloof woman. I could tell the strain it imposed on her to discuss meaningless things with these vapid women. And her arm never dropped from my waist, showing everyone I was hers. Normally such a possessive display would anger me, but I was all too willing to be hers.

After introducing me for what felt like the millionth time, Emily said, "Excuse me, ladies. I'd like to show my girl around." My heart fluttered in my chest like a hummingbird. I was her girl.

As we circled the gallery, I tried my hardest to stay engaged, but art really wasn't my thing. But this was important to Emily, so I dutifully looked at every painting we passed. She paused in front of an abstract painting that vaguely resembled two, intertwined bodies. Now that we were away from her friends, I couldn't help but ask, "How am I doing? Am I embarrassing you in front of all your friends?"

She grabbed my hand and squeezed. "You could never embarrass me."

"Even though I don't know anything about art?" I teased.

Her eyes sparkled as they penetrated mine. "Even then," she whispered. It seemed cruel to all the artists represented here tonight to showcase their art in the same building as Emily. She was the most beautiful work of art I had ever seen. Nothing would ever compare to the majesty of her smile. No color could ever be as deep as her eyes; nothing would ever compare to getting lost in her eyes.

"Emily!" a woman called over the noise of the crowd. Emily's entire body stiffened noticeably. "You are the center of the gossip tonight, did you know? You couldn't even tell your own mother you were bringing a date?"

"Mother," Emily said in curt greeting. Ahh that explains her sudden shift.

"A tux, really Emily? You couldn't find a dress to wear?" Suddenly, it didn't seem so unreasonable for Emily to speak of her mother the way she did. Emily's mother seemed like an incredibly unpleasant woman. "And aren't you going to introduce me?"

"Mother, this is my girlfriend" – the thrill at hearing the fake title hadn't lessened over the course of the night – "India Mae."

"I had no idea you were even dating," she said dramatically, "let alone seriously involved with someone. Honestly, I have no idea why you tell me so little about your life." I could venture a guess. Emily sighed deeply, her grip on my waist tightening a touch more in frustration. "Last I heard, you were seeing Jennifer."

Ouch. I had no reason to be upset because I wasn't actually dating Emily, but it still stung. Who was this woman coming in and talking to Emily about a different woman in front of the "current girlfriend?"

"Mother," Emily warned icily, anger tensing her whole body. "Don't. I JUST told you I was with Indi. That was incredibly rude." Inexplicably, it felt so good to have Emily defending me. This feeling, unfamiliar before meeting Emily, shot through my stomach, causing it to clench deliciously. It was reminiscent of every time our eyes locked or when she touched me. But it was much stronger now. I looked up at her: eyes tight and nostrils flared. My stomach tightened again. My lips ached to touch her jaw, her cheek, her own lips. Could this be what true desire felt like?

"Come on, baby," Emily interrupted my reverie. "Let's make sure we finish looking at everything and say congratulations to each artist. Then we can go, okay?" Every time she called me 'baby,' I tried not to read too much into it – especially now since we were in public – but it fell so sensually out of her mouth. I wanted to hear her gasp it breathlessly as I kissed her neck.

She grabbed my hand and started to turn away when her mother protested, "Emily! This is YOUR gallery. You cannot leave so early. What would it look like?"

"I don't care. Excuse us," she said pulling me away firmly. I sent a tight-lipped smile over my shoulder to Emily's mom, trying to be polite. I struggled to keep up with her walking as quickly as she was. I still wasn't used to wearing these heels.

"You didn't tell me this was YOUR gallery!" I whispered. "Why do you even have a gallery?? I thought you were in the FBI…"

"I am. This was just something I was interested in. I wanted to give young artists of color a chance to show their work. DC is hostile to new artists, especially young adults of color. We need more voices in the art world."

I admired what she was doing very greatly, and it furthered my desire to stay for the remainder of the evening. "We can't leave yet then! Your mom's right. It would be rude to dip out on your own gallery opening. Why didn't you tell me?"

"I just did," she said nonchalantly with a shrug. We walked the gallery in silence after that. She hummed at a piece every now and then, and I dutifully followed her.

"So, what do you think?" she asked when we arrived at the last exhibit.

I scrambled to find something, anything, to say. I should have googled vague arty things to say in preparation for tonight. "It's uh…" I tried to find a compliment that wouldn't give away the fact that I didn't give a damn about paintings. "Nice," I finished lamely. Great job, Indi.

"Nice, huh?" she chuckled.

"Well frankly, I appreciate the arts in the form of music, but I am open to you changing that about me."

"I have yet to hear you appreciate the arts in the form of music," she teased.

"I can change that any time, Emily." I looked up into her eyes again to express my sincerity.

"I'd like that." Everything tunneled and narrowed until I could only see Emily, only hear her. No one else surrounded us. There was no party – there was only us.

I cleared my throat to break the tension. "Can we go home now? Or do you need to stay longer?"

"Sure baby, lemme just congratulate all the artists and say thank you for their work." As if we had been doing this for years, she leaned down and kissed the corner of my mouth before turning and walking away. I stiffened, stunned by the electricity that scorched the skin under where her lips had touched me. Involuntarily, my hand raised to my mouth, as if touching the sacred place her lips had kissed me would preserve the feeling.

I watched her slowly turn around, her eyes wide. But all I could do was smile. She had kissed me. "Indi, I'm so- fuck. I'm so sorry."

"Not here, Em," I said closing the distance between us. "It's okay. Don't call attention to it. That's a normal thing for a couple to do." I cupped her face to ease her worry.

"Promise?" I nodded. "Come with me?" she asked in a voice much smaller than I was used to from her.

"I'm right behind you." Before I could stop myself, I grabbed her hand and intertwined our fingers together. I craved that feeling again – the feeling of tingling skin from where her lips nearly kissed mine. It wasn't quite the same holding her hand, but it was better than nothing, because I just craved her. Each inch of space between us felt like a mile.

I thought it might be awkward at first. I mean, what does one talk about after almost being kissed by the most beautiful woman on the planet? What is one supposed to say when their dream almost comes true? But I wouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth. I would take any affection she showed me. I was worried there was something undesirable about me. Maybe that was why nothing had worked out for me romantically so far.

But once the feel of her lips faded from my skin, and the more I heard her "Fuck, I'm so sorry" echo around my head, it started to eat at me. How easy she could just brush it off. It was all I could think about. It affected me profoundly. Emily's lips, even just on my cheek, had shifted my world.

When we finally got in the car to go home, I bit my lip and stared out the window. I don't know how many minutes passed, but Emily's voice finally interrupted my yearning. "Something's bothering you." It wasn't a question. She just knew.

"How can you tell?" I was genuinely curious. We had only known each other a couple weeks now, and nearly all that time had been virtual.

"You're pretty easy to read, Indi. Now tell me."

"I was just thinking about earlier…" I said honestly. Why lie?

"I'm sorry," she apologized again. "I crossed a line. I wish I could take it back." I felt like I was punched in the gut. She wanted to take it back.

"Oh…" I couldn't keep the hurt out of my voice, though I tried my hardest. It was ridiculous for me to be so affected by this. This was the arrangement – this is what I had agreed to. There was no room for me to long for her, to want her.

I quickly backtracked because clearly this meant way more to me than it did Emily. I was embarrassed, so I lied. "Actually, I was curious about your mother."

"Oh!" she said in shock. "Well, we don't have the best relationship…" Even though Emily was telling me valuable information about herself, I couldn't listen. My heart stung like the tears in my eyes I fought to keep from falling.

I started when I felt her hand on mine in my lap. "Hey…" I appreciated her gesture, and I held onto her hand like a life preserver. I looked up, shocked to discover we were home. "I know that isn't what you wanted to talk about." Damn profilers. I couldn't hide anything from her. We walked inside in tense silence.

I moved to head upstairs when she pulled on my shoulder to stop me. "What is it? Do you want to call this off?"

I snapped my gaze to meet hers. "No!" How could she think that? "I was just wondering…" Jesus, I was so embarrassed.

"Yes?" she prompted. She sighed, frustrated I wouldn't just spit it out. "This can only work if you're honest with me. I won't judge. Whatever it is, you can tell me."

"Why don't you want to have sex with me?!" I blurted.

Her jaw dropped and she froze like a deer in the headlights. "What!" she gasped. Clearly she was expecting to hear that as much as I had been expecting to say it.

There was no turning back now. "You were so set on no physical contact and then you said you regret kissing me."

"I never said I regretted it," she interrupted. I looked at her puzzled, waiting for her to elaborate. "I said I wished I could take it back." I failed to see how that was meaningfully different. I didn't know if that was supposed to make me feel better.

She pulled me to the couch and sat down next to me, maintaining her grasp on my hand. "You deserve something real, Indi. You're so special. I just want you to be happy."

"But am I so repulsive to you in that way? Is it so crazy to think of me like that?" Christ! I must have had way too much wine. Where had my filter gone?

"Of course not! Honestly I was under the impression it was a dealbreaker for you. And I don't need that; the terms of our agreement do not need to include sex." My stomach sank again. Don't make it awkward, India. She's being polite; she doesn't want to hurt your feelings. The agreement doesn't need to include sex because she doesn't feel that way for you. And why would she?

I quickly made an excuse and headed upstairs to bed. I slowly pulled pins out of my hair. I wiped eyeliner off my eyelids in a daze. When I washed my face, I watched makeup rinse down the drain. It was like scrubbing away my hope. It was naive to think this could turn into some fairytale romance. Real life didn't work like that. This was nothing more than a business arrangement. A job.

But everyone needed to figure out a way to enjoy their job, right? As I laid in bed, aching to feel her lips on me again, I had to come up with a plan to get her to kiss me again. If she would only show me affection when we were out, in order to keep up appearances, then I would just have to curate several scenarios to get her to do that. After all, if this was my job, I needed to give Emily what she was paying for.

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