Emily dropped heavily onto the couch with a weary groan. "God damn, my feet are killing me," she lamented, easing off her heels. Her feet were swelling up out of them like rising bread dough and the straps left angry red imprints on her skin where they'd been biting in.
Alex hummed a note that Emily was quite well acquainted with – it was her way of telling her she'd made a stupid decision without having to say the actual words. "Well, if only someone had advised you not to wear high heels," she remarked dryly.
Emily just glared, pouted. "A little less lecture, a little more foot rub," she demanded, hoisting her feet onto Alex's lap. "...please?"
Alex just shook her head, but she smiled softly as she began massaging Emily's feet. "Long day?" she asked, tone much more compassionate, even if her point about the foolish footwear still held true.
"The longest," she agreed. "Being the boss is awful and doing it while pregnant is even worse."
"What happened?" Alex asked, digging her thumbs into the soles of Emily's feet, the action making Emily sigh contentedly.
"People talk to you like you're an idiot when you're pregnant," she muttered. "And I've spoken to three different men today who refused to even look in my eyes like I'm contagious or something."
Alex gave a snort of laughter. "They were probably too busy looking at your breasts – they're practically bursting out of your blouse..."
She glanced down at her chest, cheeks flushing. (It wasn't exactly her fault, considering the fact that she'd gone up nearly a cup and a half over the last nine months...)Then, a thought seemed to occur to her. "My back is killing me too, by the way..."
"I suppose you'll be wanting me to rub your back as well?" she teased.
"Please?" Emily pouted, batting her eyes sweetly.
Alex sighed, nodded.
Smiling her thanks, Emily began unbuttoning her blouse, pulling off her bra with a sigh of relief.
"I don't know why you don't just take your maternity leave early if working is putting such a strain on your body," Alex remarked gently, working Emily's stiff back muscles with her fingers.
"If I go on maternity leave now, do you have any idea the chaos I'd be setting the stage for?" she asked. "I mean...between Garcia and Luke's feud, Reid's insistence on getting constantly injured, and whatever it is that Rossi does unsupervised..." She shook her head, sighed.
Alex laughed softly. "Touche. Surely you can do most of your work from home, though..."
Emily raised a brow, though Alex couldn't see it. "Why do you want me home so badly?"
"Because," Alex said pointedly, "You're going to go into labour at the BAU and have the baby before you even get to the hospital and I'll miss it!"
Rolling over, she gave Alex a soft smile. "That's not going to happen – the doctor said first labours are long and..."
"And the doctor said you're already two centimetres dilated and your mother had you in under four hours," Alex countered.
Emily reached up to cup her cheek, smiling softly. "You're not going to miss the birth." Then, she leaned in to kiss her.
Alex sighed. "This may very well be the only child we have and it'll just kill me if I miss her being born," she whispered.
"You won't," Emily repeated. She kissed her again, firmer, hungrier. "I promise." She wrapped her fingers around Alex's wrist, moved her palm to her breast.
"Em..." she said warningly as Emily's hand overlapped hers, squeezing it around her breast.
Emily whimpered, breath hitching. "Please? It might bring on labour..."
"Are you using our child to blackmail me into sex?" she asked, brow raised. Emily shrugged, smirked. Alex just laughed, leaned in for another kiss.
Emily pulled Alex's hand up to her lips, sucking two fingers into her mouth and laving her tongue over them. Then, slipping them past her lips with a wet pop, she brought them between her legs.
With a shaky exhale, Alex caught Emily's gaze. "Are you sure you..."
She nodded, whimpered as she guided Alex's fingers into her dripping cunt. "Make me cum, Alex...please?"
Smirking, Alex captured her lips, swallowing her scream as she began thrusting her fingers inside her. "Is this what you want, Em?" she asked, lips ghosting hers.
"Yes!" she gasped, throwing her head back. "Please, don't stop..."
Alex laughed breathily. "You're so fucking insatiable," she murmured, watching her hungrily, writhing beneath her.
She nodded, whimpered. Her hips bucked in time with Alex's thrusting fingers. "Alex," she moaned, "Alex, I'm so fucking close... Please! Let me cum!"
Alex added a third finger, crooking them inside her, making her cry out, back arching sharply. "Cum for me, Emily," she coaxed, "I want to hear you scream..."
Gasping, Emily bucked her hips sharply. "Alex..." she cried, "Alex, please..."
Thumb rubbing her clit furiously, Alex felt Emily's cunt clench around her fingers as she came with a cry of her name.
Panting, Emily collapsed backwards on the couch. Her eyes fell shut, her face a mask of blissful exhaustion.
Alex just chuckled, shaking her head fondly. She snuggled up next to Emily, her hand resting on the swell of her stomach. "Fell any contractions?" she asked.
"Not yet," she said apologetic. "I'm sorry..."
She shook her head. "She'll come when she's good and ready," she said, stroking her belly. "I can wait.
Emily tilted her head up to steal a kiss. "I love you, you know that, right?"
"I've never doubted it for a moment," Alex vowed. "Even if you're incredibly stubborn..."
Emily raised a brow. "Stubborn?" she repeated.
Alex nodded. "As a mule. And a workaholic. And a pain in my ass sometimes." She smirked playfully.
Pouting, she grumbled, "What happened to the loving patient woman who was rubbing my feet?" A beat. Then, she burst out laughing.
Alex rolled her eyes. "I'll love you to the end of time...but that doesn't mean you don't piss me off sometimes. Like when you wear high heels even though I told you it would hurt your feet."
"Touche."
She resumed massaging Emily's feet, though.
Emily was very nearly asleep when, all of a sudden, she whimpered, sat bolt upright. "What was that?"
"What?"
"Press that spot again," she ordered. When Alex did as asked, Emily let out a low moan. "I think you just started my labour..."