I have been sitting at the bar for the past twenty minutes staring intently at Emily. I look at her, up and down; she is wearing loose jeans and a form-fitting pink button down shirt. Her hair is down and particularly wavy. She holds her beer with one hand and the other is positioned on the bar, right next to a blonde woman. Emily looked beautiful and there is pure desire in the look that the blonde is giving Emily. They are talking and the blonde moves her hand onto Emily's as she laughs at something the brunette said. It takes all of me not to stride up to the blonde and smash her head against the bar. Okay, maybe too violent. After staring intently at Emily's ass and then at her breasts, I am fairly sure there is pure desire in the look I am giving her as well, so I guess I can understand where the blonde is coming from. It is impossible to resist Emily Prentiss. Finally, Emily walks away from the blonde at the bar and back towards me. I look at her swaggering in my direction and can't help but wonder if she is doing it for my amusement of for the blonde's.
"Sorry it took me so long," placing both beers on the table, Emily apologizes.
"She seems nice." I say offhandedly, hoping that Emily will disagree. To my disappointment, she doesn't.
"Yeah, she is great. She is a defense attorney in the area and recognized me from one of my depositions in a local case I consulted on. I hope you don't mind if I head home early" Emily says, looking back towards the bar at the slut, I mean, attorney who will clearly be taking her home. I nod and smile and stare at the blonde once again. She looks sophisticated, confident, clearly has been out of the closet for a while. Awesome, I guess she is everything I am not. And she is about to have everything I want.
We have done this before and we do it often. I take Emily to a bar; she gets picked up by some woman and then goes home with her. I drive myself home and pretend that I am okay with it and that we are just good friends. Sometimes I cry but more recently I have been dreaming of being whatever woman was bold enough to actually ask Emily out.
I dream that I walk up to her at a bar. We talk casually about insignificantly things and then I drive her back to my place. I casually invite her in and pretend that it wouldn't completely break my heart if she said no. She, of course, says yes. You know, because I am so cool, sophisticated and awesome in my dreams. The moment we walk into the apartment, I push her against the wall and kiss her, slowly at first but then more passionately, as I unbutton her shirt. I then move my hand from the back of her neck to one of her breasts and hold it in my hand. I notice how perfectly her breasts fit in my hand and make notice that clearly this was meant to be. She was made for me. I lead her upstairs, never breaking the kiss, and gently lay her on my bed. I finish undressing her and I can feel her wetness on my hand. Emily is wet for me; I made her wet with desire- desire for me. I make love to her; tasting every part of her body; licking every inch; loving each touch. After I make her feel ecstasy, several times, I hold her in my arms and again notice just how perfectly our bodies fit together, and right before I fall asleep, she whispers, "I love you Jennifer. Never leave me."