Emily and Derek's relationship wasn't one that could easily be classified. They weren't dating, but they also weren't really single. The relationship was mainly physical, but at the same time, they knew each other on a deeper level.
They slept together, but they'd both agreed that they were free to have sex with other people if they wanted. In fact, on more than one occasion, they'd discussed their latest hook ups over a drink (and usually would then end up in bed together).
Emily was seated on the kitchen counter, arm slung around Derek's neck as she kissed him with fervour. Her blouse was opened and Derek palmed her breast, thumb tweaking her nipple.
He pulled away from her lips to kiss his way down her throat. "Been in anyone else's bed lately?" he asked, lips brushing her neck.
She hummed a teasing note as her hand slipped into his boxers to grab his cock. "No, but I've had someone in mine," she purred.
"Really?" he asked. "Who?" His lips continued their downward path to latch onto her nipple.
Her head lolled back, her body arching into the contact. Breathily, she said, "That's for me to know and you to find out."
He chuckled, the vibrations travelling to the flesh he was working with his lips and tongue. "Well, I've had someone in my bed too, Princess."
"You're such a slut," she teased. "Who else have you been dick deep in?"
"I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours..."
With a breathy laugh, she said, "I'll give you three guesses..." She pulled his head closer onto her breast while her other hand stroked his length. "It's someone we both know," she described, "She's young, cute, and blonde. And it's not JJ or Garcia..."
Almost immediately, he knew who she was referring to. "You're kidding, right?" he said, pulling away to give her a skeptical look. "Ashley?"
She raised a brow. "That a problem?"
"No!" he was quick to assure. "Well, I mean..."
She cocked her head. "Well?"
"It's just..." he cleared his throat, "I fucked her too."
"What!?" she demanded. "When?"
He shrugged. "Two weeks ago. I took her out for a drink after the case, one thing lead to another..."
Emily smirked, worked her hand up and down his cock once again. "Tell me more," she purred. "Was it good?"
He chuckled, worked his way to the button on her jeans. "So good, baby."
"Yeah?"
He nodded. "For an inexperienced little thing, she's sure a good fuck."
She hummed her agreement. "When I had her sweet little mouth between my legs, all I could think about was how badly I wanted to see your cock in her while she ate me out."
He groaned. "Fuck, Em..." He slipped his hand into her panties, pushing two fingers into her soaked cunt.
"Yeah, baby?" she purred, "You'd like that, wouldn't you?" She moved her hips in time with the thrusts of his fingers. "You'd love to invite some hot young pussy into bed with us..."
"Wouldn't you?" he teased. "You love the taste of pussy..."
She just laughed, wrapping her fingers around his wrist. She pulled his fingers to her lips, wrapping her lips around them and sucking her juices off them. When she pulled back, she fixed him with a smirk. "I wonder which one of us she liked better..."
His grin became positively wicked. "Maybe we should ask her."
Emily ambushed Ashley in the locker room as she showered after running the Cadet's course. It was hardly private, so they'd have to be quick about it, but the risk of getting caught had never stopped Emily before...
"Em-Emily..." Ashley stammered as Emily backed her into the shower wall. "What... What are you..." She struggled to finish a sentence as Emily's hand ghosted across bare skin, landing on her breast, thumb brushing across her nipple.
"I recently had a very interesting conversation..." Emily informed her, lips hovering over hers before she captured them in a searing kiss.
Ashley indulged in the kiss all too eagerly, letting Emily slip her tongue into her mouth without hesitation. She let out a little whimper when Emily pulled away, obviously expecting some kind of answer to her conversational prompt. With a rattling breath, Ashley said, "Oh, really?" She laughed shakily, unsure why Emily's almost predatory glare filled her with equal parts anticipation and alarm.
"Yes... Derek had a lot to say about you," she purred. She kept her eyes locked on Ashley's waiting for her to back down from the unspoken challenge, even as her fingers sought out her clit.
"Well, he... I mean, we..." she tried, failed. She gasped as Emily's fingers found their target, rubbing the sensitive bud with gun-calloused fingers. Her eyes fell shut under the intensity of Emily's gaze.
"Look at me," Emily commanded, waiting for her eyes to open again before a wicked smirk crossed her lips. "You fucked," she said plainly. "Didn't you?"
She nodded, swallowing thickly, hips bucking against Emily's hand as she worked her clit with frantic circles of her fingers.
"Was he good?" Emily asked, as if she didn't already know that Derek's sexual prowess was no work of fiction created by his ego and the rumour mill. "Did you like being used like the whore you are?"
Ashley gasped sharply as Emily slipped two fingers inside her. "Yes..." she choked out. "I loved it!"
Emily laughed breathily. "Of course, you did. The real question is: do you like his cock better than my tongue?" Ashley seemed utterly lost for words, so Emily captured her lips again, swallowing any words she might've said. "It's okay, I know how good he can be when he's between your legs."
"R-really?" she stuttered when Emily's lips made their way down her throat. "You and Derek?"
"Is that so surprising?" she asked against the skin of her throat. "We've been hooking up for years before you came along."
Seeming to mistake her words for an accusation, Ashley started to stammer out an apology.
Emily just laughed. "Oh, believe me, no one is upset – in fact, we very much enjoyed discussing it while we fucked. But now we want to know: who's the better fuck?"
Ashley mumbled, "Don't kiss and tell, right?"
Emily worked her clit harder. "I asked you a question," she scolded.
With a little whimper, Ashley arched her back off the shower wall, her hips thrusting in time with the movement of Emily's fingers.
"Answer me," Emily commanded. She leaned down to nip at her neck.
She cried out as Emily bit down. "I can't... I don't..." she stammered.
Emily raised a brow, expression imperious. "You'll answer or you won't cum," she informed her.
Ashley let out a pathetic little sound of need. "Emily..." she begged.
But Emily was not to be swayed. She pulled her fingers from her cunt, bringing them to her lips and laving her tongue over them, never breaking eye contact. Emily slowly trailed her other hand down her body towards her own clit.
Ashley chewed at her lip, watching hungrily and debating what to say...but ultimately demanded, "Wait!"
Emily stalled, brow raised in question.
"You were better," she whispered. "Please, just... Please."
With a smirk, Emily said, "You're such a little slut...but at least you have good taste." And with that, she lunged forward to capture her lips as she once again plunged her fingers deep inside her cunt.
Ashley moaned into the kiss, squirming with her ministrations, all desperation and eagerness.
"Cum for me," Emily coaxed, thumb brushing her clit. "I want to hear you scream my name because I'm the better fuck."
Derek was just about to climb into his truck when he heard the sound of an engine struggling nearby. And, having something of a saviour complex (which his mother had termed his 'knight in shining armour reflex'...while Emily called it a 'pick up technique'), he couldn't resist following the sound to see if he could help out.
What he found was Ashley leaning her head against the steering wheel and sobbing quietly.
Concerned, he tapped on her window to get her attention. "Everything okay?" he asked.
She jumped at the sound, glancing at him with alarm in her tear-filled eyes. "Shit..." she muttered, "Derek... I thought you'd already left."
"I was just on my way out," he said, gesturing over his shoulder to where he was parked. "Do you need a jump?"
She shook her head, patted her dashboard sadly. "I think she might have bit the biscuit... She's been fixing to die for awhile now."
He frowned. "Well, can I at least give you a lift home?"
"It's fine – I'll just call an Uber and..." she started to say.
"Nope. No way," he cut her off. "I'm not leaving you stranded in the middle of the night. I insist."
She laughed a little, shrugged helplessly. "If you insist," she said.
It wasn't until they were nearing her apartment when Derek's hand came to land on her knee that she began to suspect that he might have ulterior motives in offering to drive her home. And, though she couldn't have been certain why she decided to blurt it out, she nonetheless announced rather loudly, "I hooked up with Emily!"
She thought Derek might have been upset...but instead, he just laughed heartily. "So, she got to you first, did she?" he said.
"What?"
He just shook his head, still grinning. "I'm sure you know by now that we're not upset about your little interludes with both of us.
She nodded slowly, still obviously confused.
"In fact," he continued.
She finished the thought for him, "You want to know who was better, right?"
Smirking, he said, "Something like that."
"Pull over," she said suddenly and, for a moment, Derek was filled with fear that they'd pushed her too far. He opened his mouth to apologize as he pulled to the side of the road and threw the truck into park. But before he could get the words out, Ashley had surged forward to kiss him fiercely.
Briefly stricken by surprise, it took him a moment or two to react and kiss her back, but once he did, he easily took control. He tugged her into his lap, guiding her hips so she was grinding down on his hardening cock. "You feel that, Baby?" he husked, pulling away from her lips, "That's all for you."
He was surprised by her boldness then, when she made short work of unzipping his jeans so she could reach into his boxer briefs and pull out his cock, stroking it slowly.
"Maybe we should continue this party back at your place?" he suggested.
"Can't," she replied breathlessly. "Roommate..." Her eyes flashed with mischief he wouldn't have suspected her capable of as she said, "Are we going to do this or not?" Before he could answer, she once again surprised him by spitting into her palm and stroking him harder.
With a raspy laugh, he tangled his fingers in her hair and crashed his lips to hers. "You..." he said, lips ghosting over hers, "...are going to get yourself in trouble if you don't slow down."
Once again, she merely smirked.
Never one to be outdone, Derek proceeded to tear her panties off her. "You ready for this dick, Baby?" he asked, "You going to take all of it like a good little girl?"
She nodded, whimpered slightly as he teased her entrance with his cock, the sound turning into a moan as he lowered her onto his length.
"You know how to ride it, right, Baby?" he coaxed, using one hand to pop a few buttons on her blouse so he could pull her breast from inside. He brought his mouth to her nipple, teasing the sensitive bud with his teeth and tongue.
Rather than answer, she began moving her hips.
Derek just chuckled. "You are full of surprises, aren't you?" He sought out her clit with his fingers. "So, I'm the better fuck, right?" he asked playfully. "Tell me the truth and I'll..."
He didn't get the chance to finish his sentence, though, because there was a sharp knocking on the truck window, followed by a flashlight shining inside.
"Shit!" Ashley hissed, face immediately flushing bright red as she attempted to cover herself while simultaneously climbing off of Derek. "Shit, shit, shit!"
Derek, for his part, was doing his best to remain calm. Tucking his cock back into his pants, he rolled down the window, and prepared to launch into – what he hoped – would be a believable excuse.
Before he could get a word out, though, the officer laughed. "I should have known..." he drawled.
Relief washed over Derek at the familiar voice. "Will... Thank God, Man..." he effused.
Will shone his flashlight over at Ashley, then turned to Derek with a raised brow. "I thought you and Emily were..." he said.
"It's a long story," Derek said, mildly chagrined. "You're, umm... You're not going to tell anyone about this, right?" (By anyone, he mostly meant JJ who would inevitably tell Garcia who would make it a whole big thing...)
Will raised a brow, looking as if he were considering the matter. But eventually, he just barked out a laugh. "You're lucky I'm the one who found you or you'd be looking at a public indecency ticket at the very least..." he chided. "As it is, though, I don't think anyone needs to find out about this little indiscretion."
Letting out a sigh of relief, Derek said, "I owe you one, Man!"
"Yeah, you do." Will tipped him a wink.
"You look like shit," Emily announced as she entered Derek's office carrying two cups of coffee.
Choosing to ignore the insult, he said, "Please tell me one of those coffees is for me..." And, without waiting for an answer, he extended a hand towards her and made a grabby motion.
She scoffed, made no move to offer one of the cups. "I thought you might come over last night..." she said.
Running a hand over the back of his head, he suddenly seemed chagrined. "I was tired," he said, perhaps too quickly to be entirely believable.
Emily raised a brow. "Is that code for too busy fucking someone else?" It wasn't said with any sort of jealousy or anger, but rather a note of teasing. "Because judging by the way Ashley can't meet my eyes today, she's got a secret she doesn't want me to know..."
"You're such a bitch sometimes," he replied, but once again, there was no heat behind the words.
She laughed and finally took pity on him, setting the second coffee in front of him. "I thought you'd be in a better mood today," she said, "Or did your ego suffer a little when she told you that I was the better fuck?"
"Dream on, Em."
"I don't have to," she retorted, "Because that's exactly what she told me."
He raised a brow. "Before or after you made her cum?" he asked.
She opened her mouth to respond, but all that came out was helpless stammering followed by a frustrated huff.
He crowed with laughter at the expression on her face. "Give it up, Em. She was dying for an orgasm – she would have said anything so you'd let her cum."
Glowering, she demanded, "Well, did she or did she not tell you that you were better?"
His amusement quickly dried up at that. "She didn't have to," was all he would say.
"Nope. Nu-uh. That was not the bet," she said, shaking her head firmly.
"Bet?" he repeated dubiously. "There was no bet, Em. Because if there was, believe me, you'd be paying up right about now."
She rolled her eyes. "I'm not sure I'm buying your whole cocky insistence thing this time. I think you're hiding something. So, spill."
He shook his head. "Nothing to spill."
"Fine. Then, I'll just go ask Ashley." She turned on her heel and had her hand on the doorknob when he grabbed her wrist, turning her sharply and backing her into the door. With a breathless little gasp, she said, "Unless you want to tell me yourself?"
"You know, you're bratty today..." he breathed, lips ghosting over hers. "Keep it up and I might have to punish you."
She grinned mischievously. "Tell me what happened last night and I'll suck you off right now..." And, as if to prove it, her hands trailed down his chest in search of his belt buckle.
With a dramatic sigh, he said in one breath, "We were fucking in my truck and she was about to say that I was better, but then the police showed up..."
Her hands halted in their path, her eyes going wide. "The police!?" she hissed. "Derek, what the fuck!?"
"It was just Will, okay?" he said, holding up his hands in self-defence. "And he didn't even give us a ticket so..."
It was her turn to crow with laughter. "So, I win."
"You don't win!" he insisted. "I was interrupted and you didn't play fair."
"Fine," she said, "Let's just get her to answer the question now." And, before Derek could stop her, she turned, opened the door and called down into the bullpen, "Seaver, a word?"
When Ashley joined them in Derek's office, she looked a little like she might vomit from nerves. "Everything okay?" she asked meekly.
With her most seductive smile, Emily reached out to toy with a lock of Ashley's hair. "Everything's great. I was just hoping you might tell Derek what you told me the other day..."
"Don't listen to her," Derek interrupted. "You don't have to lie."
Glancing from Emily to Derek, then back, Ashley looked stricken for several moments. Then, she said, "He's right: I can't lie..."
The In your face! was clearly poised on Derek's lips, about to smack talk Emily within an inch of her life...
...when Ashley continued, "Because, actually...neither of you was the best."
The smirk instantly fell from Derek's face. "What?" he demanded.
At the same moment, Emily said, "What?"
She shrugged, smirked. "Now, I don't want to betray anyone's privacy, but let's just say: it was someone you both know quite well..." And with that, she turned on her heel and flounced out of the office.
