"Do you want to grab a drink?" JJ offered when she entered the hotel room to quickly take a shower and change her clothes. "Derek, Reid, and Rossi are all planning to meet at the hotel bar in a half hour. You should come."
Emily looked up from where she was staring blankly at her phone screen and it seemed to take her a moment or two to remember where she was. "Oh, umm...no thanks." She attempted a smile, though it was really more of a grimace.
JJ frowned, cocked her head a moment, studying her. "Are you okay?" she asked gently.
"What? Yeah. Of course." She attempted a smile again, this one even more hollow than the last.
"Are you sure? Because – no offence – you don't really seem like yourself lately..."
She sighed, struggled to resist bouncing her foot nervously. "It's nothing. I promise."
JJ didn't seem entirely convinced, but saved her the embarrassment of admitting that. "So, you'll come?"
"Actually, there's an...an old friend I've been meaning to look up."
"I thought I'd find you here..." Emily drawled, leaning against the doorframe of the cramped little office.
Kate looked up from her computer screen, doing her best to hide her surprise (and doing a rather good job of it...Emily was a profiler, though, and she didn't miss the microexpressions giving it away). "Emily Prentiss..." she said, letting the name linger in the air for a long time as she seemed to struggle for what to say next. What she eventually did say was, "I thought you were dead."
"You know as well as I do that not everything the government tells you is true..." Emily said dryly. She crossed the room to rest her palms on Kate's desk, staring down at her with a cocksure attitude that seemed to surprise both of them.
Kate barked out a laugh. "I'll drink to that," she said, opening the bottom drawer of her desk with a telltale clinking of glass on glass. She proceeded to pour them both a generous tumbler of bourbon, passing Emily a glass with a stare laden with implication.
Emily wasted no time pretending like she wasn't going to drink it, that this wasn't exactly why she'd come... She downed a greedy swig of the amber liquid, feeling it burn all the way down her throat. Kate watched her do so before taking a sip herself.
"So..." she said at length, "Why are you here, Emily?" She rounded her desk with slow purposeful strides, boosting herself onto the wooden surface.
Emily rolled her eyes. "Why do you think I'm here, Kate?" she asked pointedly. It was a stupid question, really...given their history. During Emily's stint at the FBI's Seattle field office, they'd had an ongoing thing (not the most specific word, but probably the most accurate...).
Kate raised a brow. "You really think that after all this time, you can just walk in here like nothing ever happened and think I'm going to let you get in my pants just because you ask nicely?"
"You know, you're just as much to blame for what happened as I am," Emily retorted. "Besides, you're the one who..." She stopped, shook her head, sighed. "I'm not here to fight with you."
"Shame..." Kate said, "That always made the sex hotter." Then, she leaned forward, capturing Emily's lips with her own, kissing her with hunger. She sank her teeth into her bottom lip, then pulled back, dragging the soft flesh with her.
Emily whined, but didn't protest – partly because she was a bit of a painslut and partly because Kate's lips were just as quickly back on hers, demanding and needy. Her tongue darted out and laved the wounds left by her teeth.
Once she'd regained her senses, Emily's hands found Kate's thighs, moving them up underneath her skirt, then back down, this time dragging her nails along the soft skin. The scrape of her nails made Kate moan into the kiss, the sound only spurring Emily on.
"Shit, Em..." Kate gasped against her lips. She tangled one hand in Emily's hair, short nails scraping along her scalp and sending a shiver of want racing through her. It took her a moment or two to have enough wherewithal to continue her ministrations, but once she did, she brushed her knuckles against Kate's core through the fabric of her panties.
Bucking her hips, Kate chased the friction, but Emily didn't give in that easily. "What do you want, Kate?" she taunted, "Use your words..."
Pulling back from the kiss, Kate glowered at her. "Don't fucking tease me, Emily," she growled. "I can just as easily leave you unsatisfied..."
Emily knew Kate meant it and she was already too far gone to stop this, so she relented and bunched her skirt up around her hips and dragged her panties down her legs, tossing them over her shoulder before diving in and trailing her tongue along her slit.
She spent several long moments lapping hungrily at her cunt, catching every drop of her juices that spilled forth. "Fuck, I forgot how good you taste..." she panted, paused to nip at the tender flesh of Kate's thighs.
She found it difficult to focus on the words, on anything, with desire pooling sticky between her thighs and Emily's warm breath right there. Emily smirked up at her as if reading her thoughts, entirely too cocky, and damn if those arousal-darkened eyes staring up at her from between her legs didn't reignite all those feelings she'd long since forgotten lay dormant inside her, even after all the time that had passed.
Then, Emily's tongue hit her clit and she bucked her hips sharply at the suddenness of the contact. She almost cried out before she remembered where they were and how thin the office walls were, catching the sound with a hand clapped over her mouth.
Once she was certain she had better control over her volume, she managed to utter, "More, Em... Please, Em..."
With a little chuckle, Emily pulled away far too quickly for Kate's liking, eliciting a whimper of disappointment. She clicked her tongue scoldingly. "None of that, Baby... You know I don't like whining."
Kate's eyes fluttered shut for a moment as she tried to calm her rapid pulse, sending need racing through her body – Emily's gaze was too intense, words too laden with implication, and she was coming undone entirely too quickly. She was under no delusions about what this was – that there was anything other than sex between them – but that didn't mean she couldn't get her money's worth, so to speak...
She didn't have the chance to bite down on her cry this time, as Emily's mouth returned between her thighs, trailing her tongue through her slit, then pausing to scrape her teeth along her clit. "Fuck," she hissed, Emily's ministrations almost more than she could handle. "I need... I want you inside me, Em..." she begged, "Please?"
Emily pulled back, pausing to re-memorize the sinful sight that was Kate in the throes of passion. And, if she enjoyed the way Kate squirmed and panted and pouted, well...that was just a bonus. Then, "On my lap, Baby."
Kate was quick to obey, straddling Emily's thighs, grinding down on her leg as she tore open her blouse...which is when things came to a screeching halt.
Emily's face flushed bright red and for a moment, she was embarrassed. Just as quickly, though, the embarrassment gave way to anger. "Look at it!" she snapped, "Everyone else has..." Tears were welling in her eyes, but she refused to let them fall.
"What happened?" she asked in a whisper, hesitantly reaching out as if to touch the angry wheal of scar tissue above the lacy cup of her bra, then thinking better of it.
Rather than answer directly, Emily finished unbuttoning her shirt, then pulling it off, exposing the long ridge of scar tissue left by the stabbing, the scars left by the surgeries required to save her life. Kate didn't seem to know where to look, if she was even allowed...
"Go ahead..." Emily whispered, not quite able to meet Kate's gaze. "Look..."
She took first one trepidatious step forward, then another and another, until she was able to rest her palm against the ridged flesh of her stomach. She wanted to say something – anything, really – to reassure her, to tell her that this didn't make her any less beautiful. Not in her eyes.
She didn't have the words, though. Instead, she simply kissed her once again.