If Not for You
Part 6
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It was always the same dream;
"Show me what you can do." She whispered in his ear.
He smiled and began kissing her, his tongue running over her delectable and swollen lips. She opened her mouth willingly and he slipped his tongue in to taste her more. He could not get enough of her.
Her hands splayed over his back while his caressed her heated skin. She panted softly, her heart beating erratically. He had incredible hands that ignited fire within her. She writhed beneath him wantonly as he began kneading her breasts. She arched her back as sensation after sensation coursed through her body and he was not even inside her.
His hand slid from her breast and travelled slowly down to her flat belly and inside her panties to the soft thatch that covered her womanhood. She groaned with want and lust.
He removed his finger from inside her and put it in her mouth, she tasted and liked her essence; salty, creamy and very erotic.
He slowly slid his finger back inside her and moved it around slowly, she was wet through. This time, he licked his finger with his tongue and kissed her at the same time. She couldn't get enough of him and his finesse.
Oh yes, he had that!
She was leaning against a wall, and he hiked her skirt up while pulling her lacy panties down, she stepped out of them as he shed his pants and boxers.
Picking her up, he aligned his shaft to her entrance and began to slowly penetrate. She groaned loudly at the pure torturous feeling of him slowly entering her.
"Tell me you want this," He asked her huskily.
She nodded, "Yes! I want you inside me…now!"
"You do, don't you? Ah yes!" He too, groaned, when he was inside her completely.
She frowned slightly; he felt a little different this time, the fit was tight as usual but something else was not right and she couldn't figure out what. But then again, did it matter? It was her dream, her fantasy and they could change.
She blocked out her logic side of the brain and let her inhibitions part took over. Oh, it felt so delicious, so wanton and so sinful.
Mac knew what he wanted out of her and she was giving it all to him…
Stop!
Emily snapped her eyes opened and sat up suddenly.
Mac? As in Mac Taylor? In her dreams?
Emily frowned, how dare he invade her dreams? They were reserved for Hotch! Her fantasy Hotch was the only one she admitted in her dreams, not anyone else!
Mac Taylor?
She shook her head; she wanted to shake the erotic images of him out of her head.
Go away! She hissed to herself.
She looked for a clock and spotted it across from the bed; it was still early, not even 6am.
But she couldn't get back to sleep; the images were still vivid.
"Hey Em? You up?" Flack's voice came from the other side of the bedroom.
"Yeah." She had gotten out of the bed and opened the door.
"I thought I heard you calling out. Were you dreaming about something?"
Did she call out his name?
"Uh, yeah. I was dreaming about…mmm, I can't remember."
Flack studied her; her face was flush, an indicator she was lying about something but it was still too early for long talks and that was what would happen if he pursued.
"Oh. Hey, since I'm up, and I can't get back to sleep, I'm going for a run, you up for it?"
Emily wanted to say no, she was on leave and sleeping late was a rarity for her, and they did go to bed not long ago. But she knew she wouldn't be going back to sleep again.
She nodded, "Sure! Give me a couple of minutes." She closed the door and leaned against it.
Did she actually call out Mac's name? It was supposed to be Hotch's name she usually called out!
Emily groaned as she straightened out and grabbed her go-bag for her jogging outfit.
…
Two miles later, Emily was still breathing normally; she jogged regularly whenever they were not on a case, so more or less; she kept herself in good shape.
Flack was beginning to lag. It had been quite a while since he exercised. Yesterday's jog was a start and he had only done a mile. Today, he was doing it with Emily and he had to show her up. Once again, the competitiveness nature was rearing up. They were always competing.
"If you can't make it further, let me know and I'll slow down," Emily said.
"Oh, I can make it. Unless you're the one wanting to slow down and not admitting it," Flack shot back.
Emily shook her head, "Pretending to act manly, aren't you? Don't think I didn't see you eyeing on that blonde ahead of us."
"What blonde? I'm not looking."
"Yeah, whatever."
She smiled to herself, she did see him ogled at the blonde jogger who was wearing clothes that seemed two sizes too small but she obviously enjoyed being stared at and the blonde had noticed Flack's stare.
She slowed a little, just to let Flack catch up.
Emily picked up her pace; making Flack do so as well and soon they were jogging alongside the blonde.
It didn't take Flack long in engaging a conversation with the blonde.
As he was engaged, Emily picked up speed and was soon ahead of the two.
When she passed the blonde, Emily tried not to stare much but her profile looked familiar; where had she seen her before?
Going through the bins in her mind, she couldn't pick her out. She must be someone who had that type of face where she just resembled someone but not who you had thought she was.
Alone, she couldn't help but thought about her dream. Why did she dream about Mac Taylor?
Garcia and JJ would interpret that as she was horny and in need of sex. They knew that Emily was on a dry spell, a very long dry spell.
I am not that horny! She muttered to herself angrily.
As for Reid's opinion, she gave a shudder as she could imagine his answer would be at least half an hour long.
"Am I intruding?"
Emily turned her head suddenly at the voice, for a moment she thought she was in danger! All those cases she had dealt with about women being attacked while jogging came to her.
But to her relief, it was Mac Taylor.
Well, speaking of the devil!
She eyed him, not wanting to show that he had unnerved her. "Don't you have a job? We seemed to run into each other quite regularly."
Mac studied her; she seemed to be in a bad mood. Maybe, she was not the early morning type. Too bad; Claire was one.
"Sorry to be in the way. I'll just get going." He said as he began to jog ahead.
Emily felt like a bitch instantly; it was not his fault his fantasy self was in her dream.
"Mac, wait!" She called out as she followed him.
He slowed and turned to her, "Is everything okay?"
She nodded, "Uh, yeah. I guess I'm just not ready to wake up this early."
He raised his eyebrows.
She smiled a little, "We went to bed not long ago and yet, here we are a couple of hours later. And I did drink a lot."
Mac was quiet.
Emily frowned and then began to blush deeply. "Oh god! I didn't mean it that way! Okay, let's do this again. Good morning Detective Taylor."
Mac grinned; he heard her 'faux pas' and thought it was humorous. Then, he actually imagined them in bed, together. Her dark shiny hair spread out on her pillow, her bare shoulders, smooth and silky. Her long legs…
"Good morning, Agent Prentiss," he returned her amended greetings. "It's a surprise to see you out here."
Emily smiled, "Me too. I guess this place is a jogging and meeting place. Did you see Don?"
"Yeah, I see he just met Detective Michelle Greene. She is a transfer from Dallas."
"Michelle Greene. Her name sounds familiar." Emily said a loud as she was thinking.
And it clicked; she had made a play at Hotch while they were covering a case on missing teens at San Antonio, Texas. She was a climber and would stoop to any level to get her way. Was this one of her stops? Or maybe she had changed her ways?
Yeah, leopards can change spots!
"You know her?" Mac was intrigued. The look on Emily's face was not a good impression of the new detective.
"Not personally. We worked on a case a couple of years ago at her precinct."
"Oh? What kind of case? Or could you talk about it?"
Emily nodded, "It's a closed case, so yeah, it's no problem."
She began to tell him about the case, and the rest of their morning exercises were talks of high profile cases they had worked on previously.
"Hey Em! Mac! Wait up!" They turned around and saw Flack jogging to them.
"Hey, have you met the new Detective?" Flack asked Mac.
"I did. She is nice. Knows her stuff."
Flack grinned, "Oh, she does huh?"
Mac eyed his friend, "And what's does suppose to mean?"
Flack shook his head, "Nothing. Just kidding. When did she start?"
"Two days ago."
Flack nodded.
"Why?" Mac asked slowly.
"Well, she is already assigned to the multi-robbery case." Flack replied darkly.
Emily looked from Mac to Flack and back again.
Flack saw her confused look and said, "It's a case I've…we" he indicated Mac as well, "have been working on for the past two months. Five robberies in one month, we thought we had the robber but he died in a botched home invasion before the last robbery. Same M.O.; no force entry, he knows the alarm codes and only steals laptops and routers."
"Pretty specific." Emily said.
The two men nodded.
"Any clues why those particular thefts?" She asked.
Both men shook their heads.
Mac's cell phone rang. He moved away from the two to take the call.
Emily spoke, "I don't know about you but I'm starved. I would go back for a shower and change but right now, I'm so hungry I could eat a horse."
"Yeah, I am too. There's a diner a block from here, will that do? They don't serve horse meat though."
Emily smacked him on his arm, "Not funny!"
"Hey! That hurts! You feebs sure don't know how to control your urges!"
"So sensitive. Are you ready to go?"
Flack turned to look at Mac; he was still on his phone. "How about asking him if he wanted to join us?"
Emily almost pouted; she didn't want to spend more time with Mac Taylor! Those images kept flashing across her mind.
"Sorry, that was Jo. She found something on one of the routers that was dropped at one of the crime scenes. Have a good rest of the morning." He jogged in the opposite direction of where they were.
"Well, I guess you got your answer." Emily smiled. Whew! That was close!
Unbidden, an image of his hand running slowly across her bare thigh came and she stopped her movements as she 'watched' his hands.
"Em?" Flack looked at her confusingly.
"Em!" He waved his hand in front of her face. Nothing.
He then nudged her hard, and luckily, it worked.
"What the hell?" She glared at her best friend. "Why did you do that for?"
"You kinda got loopy and stared into space. It was scary. What's going on? Are you on some kind of drugs?"
"No! I was just…daydreaming. You know we didn't get much sleep last night…early this morning." She frowned at him.
"So, you're good?" He asked.
She nodded. "Come on, let go eat!" She jogged away from him.
Shaking his head at his friend, he went after her.
End of Part 6
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