I do not own Criminal Minds. I do not own Emily Prentiss, I just fantasize about her. Read and Review. Femslash. Don't like, don't read. -dragonavatar

"You're home," I said, slightly shocked with the sight of her in our home.

"Apparently, I am," she responded with that it-is-obvious look of hers.

I laughed for asking such a stupid question. She smiled. I placed my things on the floor, and hung my coat.

"Well, can't blame me for not having seen you in two weeks, Emily," I complained. "So, no cases for the meantime?"

She looked at me with those lips with my favorite red lipstick on them, "No, and will not have in the next week. The team is on break."

I smiled widely. She must have seen it because the next look on her face was an eyebrow raised. I sat acrosss her, noticing her legs up on the sofa. With these, I knew that she must have tired her legs out again. See, she usually wears shoes that are too heavy for her to move with. I always tell her to wear good shoes but she says heavy and high-heeled shoes are great for kicking criminal asses.

I moved to the sofa where she laid, at placed her legs on my lap. I caressed her legs and noticed there were soft. Ok, dump my bad legs theory.

I started massaging her right thigh, the way she wanted it. "How was your last case?" I asked. "It went well, but Morgan needed to be in a hospital for a couple of days," she replied.

"Oh, that punk Morgan who flirts with you?" I asked, annoyed. "He always seem to be tailing you, Em," I added.

"Hey, he flirts with Garcia, not me. With your rhythm on my legs, it looks like you are jealous," she pointed out my out-of-sync heavy presses on her leg.

"Profiling me, eh?" I said, making my massage more rhytmic.

"It is not profiling, it is the obvious," she whispered.

"You always get me."

"'Cause you are obvious!"she said laughingly. I smiled at her and continued massaging her.

"How were the aircrafts designs?" she inquired.

"We are still in materials evaluation, but still I think we are off to a nice project," I replied, not looking in her eyes.

"I missed you, you know," she broke the ice, "and I am sorry for the few phone calls and messages, we were re-"

"Shhh, I know, just relax" I told her. I continued to massage her thighs, until I finished her feet. She was really tired for after a minute on her feet, I can already hear her snooze.

"Sleep well, Em," I said as I kissed her hand.

I went upstairs to our bathtub. We've been together for three years now, we met before she joined the Team and we got together before Rossi came. I know she hasn't told about us but the Team would have figured it out by now like how they figured JJ and William.

I soaked in the tub, reminsicing the last time we were together in our house. Gods, it feels like it was years ago. We were supposed to get together that evening, until JJ called for their case in Orlando. That night sucked liked hell. I was supposed to-

"Are you done, Dre?" I was snapped back to reality by her sweet voice, her sweet voice.

"Hey, Dre, are you done?" she asked again, her voice getting sweeter.

"Be out in a minute, Em" I replied as I dried myself and wore my robe.

I went out of the room, and there she was. She laid across the bed, wearing her black nighties which made her skin glow with the moonlight.

I reached for the light switch but she stopped me. She instead lit out night lamp with its dimmest shade, just enough to complement the moon.

I stood at the foot of the bed, frozen at her marvelous sight. She laid with her head supported by her right hand, wearing that seductive smile which never fails. Her creamy legs were exposed, making my mouth water and my heart pound harder. I moved my eyes from her feet slowly to her thighs. She closed her thighs just before I saw what was between those. She tilted her neck, exposing it which was inviting me to savor it with my tongue.

"Care to join me?" she asked with her voice low, blending with the silence of the night.

I took my steps, and laid beside her. I run my left hand across her face and when it reacher her mouth, she grabbed my forefinger with her tongue and sucked it. She repeated this with all my fingers, in where she focused with my thumb.

She really knows how to turn me on.

I kissed her. A peck at first. I licked her lips slowly, tracing them slowly with the width of my tongue. She moaned with every trace, pulling me closer to her as I pry her mouth open with my tongue. She opened her mouth slowly, making my need to be in her mouth more intense. I pushed my tongue in reaching every inch of her mouth I can reach.

She started to moan on my tongue, the vibrations run through my mouth. I touched her cheeks lightly with my hands, her moan getting louder.

"Fuck Em, I am really turned on right now," I said between kisses.

"Then, show me what you've got."

I left her mouth with her moan of disapproval only to be replaced by her sharp breath as I bit her neck, just below her earlobe. This is one of her most sensitive part. I can her her moan louder as my tongue and lips travel along her neck, collarbone, and shoulders. I slowly removed her strap but to be replaced only with my tongue.

"Oh, gods, Dre!" She clawed her fingers on my back, from the extreme sensation she was feeling.

I continued slowly, going south to her breast, along with removing her nighties. She was already naked on the top when she looked at me and said, "Please me Dre, like you would have done two weeks ago". And she winked.

Fuck. I hate profilers. She even knew that I was already in the mood to make love to her before we even got to our room the last time.

I looked at her body, and boy, am I really lucky. Her perfectly peaked breasts, the perfect tone of her abs, and how that t-back covers her treasure. I couldn't ask for more.

I started to kiss her cleavage, soft kisses along the valley. She held my hand and placed it over her breast, while I moved to lick around her other. I moved my fingers around her nipple, and began to lightly touch it. She squirmed around, oushed her breast towards me to meet my touches.

As my mouth was hovering over her other nipple, her phone rang.

I stopped and sighed.

"This will not take a minute Dre," she said as she picked up her phone.

I laid on the bed, my eyes on the ceiling. Not this again.

"It was JJ, we need to get to the Bureau in thirty. Case in D.C. I am really sorry Dre." she said, looking at me apologetically.

"Okay, I'll drive you then."

"Hey, Dre. I promise I'll make it up to you."

I just smiled.