I dreamt of you last night, she ached to tell him. But he was standing next to his wife, his arm around her waist, hand resting lightly on her hip. He turned his head and caught her staring at them. She blushed and tried to look away, but his eyes held hers. He looked down, and she followed his gaze, watching him tuck his hand in the back pocket of his wife's jeans. Then he slid his eyes back up to meet hers and he winked, a small smirk appearing on his lips.
Peggy finally broke eye contact with him and shivered slight, desire flaring up in her body. Throwing caution to the wind, she sauntered over to the group Henry and Willow were a part of. "The sopranos are going to have to watch that high B," Henry said, and the group nodded. "What do you think, Peggy?"
"I think that I can hit it, and that we have too many followers who sing soprano because they can't find a harmony part to save their life," she replied, arching her eyebrow at him.
Willow laughed and patted Peggy on the shoulder. "You hit the nail on the head. But my husband can't say no to anyone. It's one of his downfalls." The look she gave Peggy caused her to melt a little, knowing that she had meant more than just choir members. Swallowing heavily, Peggy nodded.
"I'm the same way. Never did learn how to say no."
Willow's smile grew and Peggy noticed her nudge Henry with her elbow. "Didn't you want to show Peggy that new manuscript you bought last week?"
He looked from his wife to Peggy, then back to his wife. 'That's right, I did. It's definitely Elizabethan, right up your alley."
"Sounds interesting. I'll follow you home." She pinched herself surreptitiously, wanting to make certain she wasn't dreaming once more. They walked out to the parking lot and got in their cars. Peggy's hands trembled as she steered, her heart thumping in her chest. She parked behind them and followed them inside.
As soon as the door was closed behind her, she was roughly pushed back against it, Willow's lips capturing her. She leaned into the kiss, burying her fingers in Willow's red hair. She felt herself being turned and then Henry's hands were unzipping her dress. Peggy rolled her head back to rest on his chest while Willow kissed down her neck, sucking on her pulse point as she pulled the dress off of her. Henry bent and kissed her, his hands cupping her breasts, thumbing her nipples through the lace of her bra.
Willow kept kissing down her chest, licking the curve of skin not covered by Peggy's bra, and she moaned into Henry's mouth. He let go of her breasts and she almost fell. Quickly, he wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close to him. She felt…
"Garcia! Where's your mind?"
Startled, she blinked, looking up from the story she'd been reading, then turned to look at Emily, her arms folded across her chest. "Can I help you?"
"We're briefing a new case. Hotch sent me to get you."
"This late in the afternoon?" she asked as she grabbed her notebook and a pen, following Emily out of her office.
"There's been another kidnapping in Atlanta; they're finally asking for our help."
"Oh." At Hotch's request, she'd been following the rash of disappearances from assisted living facilities in the Atlanta area. The count was up to thirty gone, but since most of the families either lived out of state, or didn't care what happened to their loved one, nothing had been repost to officials as it should have been. And when they had shown up dead a few days after they had gone missing, it was assumed they had gotten out and become disoriented, dying from exposure.
The last disappearance had been different. The mother of a local news anchor had gone missing and she had gone to the police right away. They had tried to brush her off, seeing as how the home had not reported her missing, but she would have none of it, threatening to take her story to the public.
And now, the police were asking for their help.
She sat through the meeting taking notes, not keeping 100% concentration on what everyone was saying until she heard her name. "Garcia, I want you with us."
"I'm sorry, Sir?"
"You're coming to Georgia with us. We'll need you to go through the surveillance videos from us, see if there's anything they missed."
"Of course."
"All right, wheels up in thirty. We'll meet with the police and then head to our hotel."
They all nodded and moved out, and Penelope hurried up to her office, shutting down the story she had been reading and grabbing her bag. She slipped her laptop inside the bag and then went out into the bullpen. "Hey Mama, you ready to head out?" She nodded and followed Morgan and Emily out to his car. The short drive to the air strip was quiet, no one really up to talking.
The flight down was short and they hit the ground running. Hotch introduced the team to the lead detective on the case and they set up in the room he provided. Once all the preliminary work was out of the way they went to the hotel. Penelope's room was last in the corridor, with Morgan next to her. She set her bag on the dresser and pulled out her nightclothes. She had just pulled her shirt on when a knock came on her door. Penelope looked out the peephole and saw Emily standing there. She opened the door and let the woman in. "What can I do for you, Emily?"
"I was wondering if you have problems saying no as well."
Penelope blushed, recalling the story she'd been reading earlier. "I-I don't understand," she stammered.
"Don't play coy with me, Penny. I saw what you were reading before we left." Emily closed the distance between them and locked eyes with her. "Now, I'll ask again. Do you have trouble saying no?"
Penelope swallowed hard and nodded slowly, uncertain of what would happen next. Emily closed the small gap between them and kissed her hungrily, pulling off her glasses as she did so. Penelope squeaked a little, under her breath, and then returned the kiss, marveling in how soft Emily's lips were against hers. As the kiss deepened, Emily maneuvered them towards the bed, pushing Penelope down.
Penelope sat heavily, pulling Emily down on top of her. Hesitantly, Penelope fumbled with the buttons on the other woman's shirt, finding it hard to undo them. While she was focused on that, Emily slipped her hands under her shirt, cupping her heavy breasts. Penelope moaned as Emily thumbed her nipples, the sensitive tips hardening beneath the gentle touch. She slid her hands down Emily's arms, holding her hands tight against her breasts, bending up to reclaim Emily's lips.
Emily slid her hands back down Penelope's waist and grabbed the hem of her shirt, pulling it up over her head. Then she shrugged out of her shirt, fumbling with the clasp of her bra. Penelope sighed at the sight of her, feeling self-conscious for the first time. She began to turn away from Emily, but found herself pinned to the mattress instead. "You're beautiful, like a Reuben's model," she whispered, bending to kiss her once more.
There was a sweetness to the kiss that had been absent before, and Penelope found herself even more aroused. Reaching up, she buried her fingers in Emily's hair, returning the kiss with fervor. She breathed in deeply as Emily broke the kiss and began to trail soft kisses down her jaw. When she reached the junction of shoulder and neck, she bit down and Penelope gasped, arching her neck to give Emily better access.
After a few moments, Emily kissed her way down her chest. Through heavy-lidded eyes she watched Emily's tongue snake out to lick the underside of her breasts. Penelope whimpered in pleasure as Emily drew one erect nipple into her mouth, her tongue flicking the sensitive nub over and over. She could feel her orgasm build up, becoming tighter and tighter the more Emily focused on her breasts.
"Emily," she breathed out as the other woman skimmed her pants down her legs, her mouth never leaving her breasts. The slow, sensuous stroking of Emily's thumb against her clit sent her over the edge, and she orgasmed hard, wailing Emily's name. Emily didn't let up, however, instead trailing her lips down Penelope's stomach swirling her tongue around her bellybutton before pulling Penelope's legs over her shoulders, burying her face in her core. Quickly, Penelope ramped up to another orgasm, digging her heels into Emily's back as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.
Breathing heavily, they both laid back on her bed, fingers entwined. After a while, Emily turned on her side and drew on Penelope's bare skin with her fingers. Penelope squirmed slightly under the attention, biting her lip to keep from moaning. "Thank you."
"For what?" Penelope asked, turning to look at her.
"For this, for not rejecting me."
"You didn't really give me much choice." She saw a wounded look flash over Emily's face and reached out to stroke her cheek. "I didn't protest, though, did I?"
Emily shook her head and Penelope smiled sweetly, snuggling close to the other woman. Emily rested her forehead against Penelope's, wrapping an arm around her. "May I stay the night?"
"Of course. I don't think I could let you go."
"Good. I was hoping to hear that."
Penelope soon fell into a contented sleep, safe in her lover's arms.