She didn't mean it like that. She didn't mean it like that. She didn't mean it like that-
The words rattled around in Tara's head relentlessly, pestering her and making her hunk about what Emily had said. Jesus, she said one slightly sexual thing a week ago and it's affected you like this? Some profiler. Tara continued to mentally berate herself until her thoughts drifted back to what Emily had said.
A WEEK AGO:
"His work and home addresses sent to your tablets as we speak my doves!" Garcia had all but shouted into the phone, her voice, albeit tinny was a beacon of comfort for all of them. Tara and JJ shared a smile, JJ's shoulders going upwards in an 'I don't know anymore' expression, and Tara laughed.
Emily walked in front and started to hand out orders. "JJ, you, Simmons and Alvez check his work. Dave, Tara and I will check his home, and we'll all rendezvous here." Prentiss paused before leaning to Tara and smiling slightly, "let's get the strap." Tara who had forgotten how to breathe since Emily leaned in, started coughing violently, much to the others' concern. Insisting she was fine, Tara continued to the SUV, trying to ignore the dampness in her underwear from one sentence.
Tara was shaken out of her thoughts by a hand on her shoulder squeezing. She jumped slightly, surprised to find JJ above her, smiling softly. "Prentiss said she wanted to see you before she left. You doing okay?" Tara smiled and nodded shakily. She couldn't get rid of that one sentence. 'let's get the strap'... it haunted her dreams, disrupted every train of thought she had. She couldn't stop herself from thinking about Emily, straddling her, strap on latched to her hips, that sexy goddamn grin on her face as she slowly slid it into Tara's-
Tara knocked on Emily's office door, hearing a faint 'come in' from the other side. Tara entered and saw the brief flash of surprise on Emily's face and was confused. 'Didn't JJ say she wanted to see me?' Tara thought and internally cursed after coming to her realisation.
JJ knows.
"Hey, what brings you here?" Emily asked. God, Tara has got to stop zoning out. "Just... wondering if you're up for drinks. You know, blow off some steam. Don't worry if that paperwork keeps you though." Tara felt like a schoolgirl again, all nervous. She was an FBI agent goddamn it. She shouldn't be this shaken by one person. And yet-
"Sure! I'm always up for a drink. But.."
Ok, here we go.
"I don't think that's what you really want to do with me, Tara Lewis."
Once again, Tara had forgotten how to breathe, let alone communicate. She floundered for a few seconds before Emily gracefully put her out of her misery. "I think...we should just skip the pretences. I've wanted you for long enough that I'm done hiding behind girl's nights and pairing on cases. Now, I'm going to finish this paperwork in record time, and I want you, with this key, to let yourself into my apartment to wait there for me. Make yourself a drink, a snack while you wait. I don't care. I'll call you when I'm leaving. Do what you want before then, but you better be naked and face down on the bed by the time I get there." Emily snarled out her orders, each word hitting Tara with a new wave of arousal. This woman was going to kill her. She nodded quickly, eyes downcast, and Emily smiled. 'Maybe I don't have to break her in as much as I thought.' Tara made to leave before Emily called her back gently. She stood in the doorway, listening intently. "I hope you're thinking about how hard I'm going to fuck you when I get back. You won't be able to walk for the next week without thinking of me." Emily said, leaned back on her desk casually, as if they were discussing brunch plans. Tara gave an involuntary moan and covered her mouth, scuttling out, almost sprinting towards the exit, and Emily smirked. She had wanted this for so long it seemed. And now she was finally going to get it.