CM fic - Girl's Night Out
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calliopes_museTitle: Girl’s Night Out
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pairing: Emily/Jordan
Rating: NC-17
Summary: While hunting a serial killer, Emily gets some insight into Agent Jordan Todd.
Spoiler: Maybe a little for “Masterpiece” and the upcoming “52 Pickup.”
A/N: When I saw the interaction between these two in the last ep, my subtext brain went south quick with all the hot and dirty stuff that could go on between these two. I have no idea what’s going to happen in the next ep “52 Pickup,” but after seeing the promo, I thought this could be a fun scenario.
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Emily tried hard not to glare at the man standing next to Jordan at the bar. She had to play this role so they could draw out the unsub who had been targeting beautiful, well-to-do women. She may not like it, but for tonight, this was her job. She had to stay focused. She threw a 20 on the bar and order rounds for the three of them. Flaunting was part of her well-hidden breeding. She practically had a degree in it. The true talent was in making it look effortless. She had never quite mastered that, much to her mother’s dismay. Faking irritation at crappy come-ons in a bar was not in Emily Prentiss’ repertoire.
“Girls Night Out, huh? Come on, I can’t believe two beautiful ladies such as yourselves are here all alone,” he smiled a slimy grin at Jordan.
“Is that your idea of a pick-up line?” Jordan spun in her chair, trying hard to hide the smirk forming at her lips. Ever since Emily had walked into her office a couple of weeks ago to “check up on her,” Jordan’s been finding herself subtly deferring to the dark-haired agent, reading her behavior and watching how she interacts with the group. Even now, she waited for Emily’s next move.
“Can you believe this guy, Jordan? Let me guess,” Emily rolled her shoulders back, raising herself to her full height, feeling the adrenaline of confrontation pump through her veins, “You’re one of those guys who thinks he’s God’s gift to women.”
The guy shot Emily a dirty look and chalked her up as a lose, but her friend hadn’t said a word so he thought all wasn’t lost yet. He put on his best charming smile and moved in a bit closer, effectively nudging Emily further away.
“Maybe I am. Would you like to find out?” Jordan raised an eyebrow, sat back slightly to take in the man with one long look. He was sure he felt the table tip in his favor. Jordan tilted her head and smirked.
“If you’re God’s gift to women, then God must have a sense of humor.” Emily bit her bottom lip to hold in the snicker. The guy got so red from embarrassment that he was practically purple.
He grabbed his drink from the bar, muttering as he walked off, “Fuckin’ dykes.”
Emily slid into the space he vacated next to Jordan, “What if he was our unsub?”
“If he was, he wouldn’t have stormed off. He’s far too calculating to let his anger get the best of him,” Emily nodded at Jordan’s assessment.
“Good point.”
Emily swirled the whiskey in her glass, mulling over the best way to ask Jordan about what has been on her mind.
“What’s on your mind, Emily?”
“What? Oh, nothing…really,” Jordan held her gaze for a long moment.
“Uh huh. Why don’t I believe that?”
Emily shrugged, “Because I’m a horrible liar?”
Emily turned fully to Jordan, biting her lip for courage, before diving headlong into the issue. She wasn’t sure if she really wanted the answer, but she couldn’t seem to stop herself from asking either.
“What’s going on between you and Derek?” Jordan sputtered in mid drink.
“What? Nothing! Why?” Emily stumbled, unprepared for that kind of retort and unable to get the words out.
“Well, um…,” Emily nervously tucked her hair behind her ear, unable to tear her eyes from the swirling mass in her glass, “you were kind of upset the other day and I had just seen Morgan in your office, then you came storming out of Hotch’s office and nearly took my head off when I not-so-subtly checked on you, but…by the end of the day, you and Morgan were joking and teasing each other. It just seemed kind of…something…um, I don’t know. Just forget I said anything.”
The whole time Jordan had been sitting there mouth open listening patiently while Emily babbled. Eventually, she smiled and then she started to laugh. Emily looked up at her confused.
Jordan finally got control of her laughter, “Oh…my…God. You think I have a thing for Morgan. That’s funny. Sad, but funny.”
Jordan took a moment to study Emily’s profile, the blush of embarrassment evident even in the dim lights of the bar. She exhaled a deep, cleansing breathe, bracing herself for the next comment.
“So, fair is fair, since we’re playing truth without the dare. What’s up with you and JJ?”
Emily’s head shot up, “Wha…? I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Let’s just say, that when JJ was briefing me on the team, she gave tons of details about everyone’s life, interests, family. However, when she got to you, she got very…quiet. All I know about you is that you’re daughter to an ambassador. I could have Googled you and found that out. So, what’s the deal, Prentiss?”
Emily rubbed the space between her eyes, feeling suddenly very tired. She wasn’t sure if she was up to another round of avoidance. “Can I just take the dare?”
Jordan got up from her stool, bringing herself in closer to Emily’s personal space, “Maybe it is a dare. Maybe I’m daring you to tell me the truth.”
Emily closed her eyes, the low thump of the music keeping time with her heart. Maybe just this once, she needed to trust and let go. She had held it in for so long.
She looked up into the persistent brown eyes that matched her own, swallowing around the lump in her throat, “JJ and I were…lovers. For a little while.”
Jordan nodded a little, urging her to say more, “It happened after Garcia was shot last year. She needed someone. I needed her. Now…”
“Now she’s a mom and soon-to-be wife.”
“Yeah,” Emily threw back the remainder of her whiskey in one large gulp.
“Damn, girl! How the hell did you not explode under that pressure?” At this, Emily heartily laughed, remembering the first time she had said these words.
“Oh, I just compartmentalize better than most.”
Jordan finished her drink and set the glass on the bar. She reached down to take Emily’s hand in her own, then tilted her head towards the dance floor, “Can you dance and compartmentalize at the same time?”
Emily let a slow smile of realization take over her, “Oh, I’m pretty skilled at a lot of things, Agent Todd.”
Jordan led her to the dance floor, turning as she entered an open space. She twirled Emily towards her, allowing her arm to effortlessly wrap around Emily’s waist. Her eyes mapped the features of Emily’s face, watching the shifting hues of reds, purples and greens dance like lovers across the planes of her face, before finally landing on deep, red lips.
She licked her lips instinctively, but held back, trying to read the woman in her arms.
When she looked up into Emily’s darkened eyes, something told her this wouldn’t end like all the others. Emily was different. Emily had a lot to lose too.
“You don’t have to compartmentalize with me, Emily. I won’t deny you.”
This time Emily fought the war, memorizing the small and unique parts of Jordan Todd. This close she could see the faint gold rings around the outside of her irises and a small scar over her right eyebrow. She gave in to the urge to touch it, letting her fingers trace down a cheekbone until resting under Jordan’s chin. With the lightest of pressure, she lifted Jordan’s lips to her own. She tasted of cinnamon and the sharp tang of tequila.
Jordan wrapped both arms around Emily’s waist, as they swayed to their own music, letting the kiss slowly deepen. When they parted, several pairs of eyes watched them curiously.
Emily took Jordan’s hand in her own, “Ready to go?”
“Definitely.”
The trip back to the hotel was uncomfortably silent. Emily told herself this was nuts. The last thing she needed after JJ was another office romance or fling or whatever this was, but she felt a draw to Jordan that she couldn’t deny.
Emily could feel dark eyes turning to her occasionally, trying to bridge the gulf that suddenly separated them. Emily turned once to catch Jordan looking out the window, her chin in her hand, much like JJ used to do. She shook her head trying to rid her mind of the ghosts that would probably always haunt her.
Jordan never turned when she spoke, “I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking this is crazy. The last thing you need is for whatever that happened with JJ to happen all over again. I’ll be honest, Emily, I don’t know what this is between us, but I’m willing to take the chance. I’ll never be JJ to you, but I would like to try to be Jordan to you.”
Emily smiled. Finally, someone who got her.
“Just promise me one thing, Jordan.”
“What’s that?”
“That when we get to the hotel, that you won’t talk so much,” Jordan watched as Emily’s face went from mischievous to predatory, sending violent signals of desire throughout her body.
“Deal.”
They arrived at the hotel in record time thanks to Emily’s breaking of several major traffic laws. Thank goodness their rooms were close to the entrance; otherwise, they never would have made it into the room before breaking a couple of laws about lewd conduct in public.
Blouses and bras were quickly stripped as soon as the door closed behind them. Emily pushed Jordan hard against the door, tugging roughly at her hardened nipples. Jordan banged her head against the metal door, forgetting temporarily that she was made of flesh and bone. She worked frantically at her own belt buckle and zipper, trying to remove the restrictive clothing. All of her efforts were in vain. Every time she tried to accomplish something, Emily latched onto a nipple, making her forget what she was doing. Eventually, Emily tugged at the half undone pants, helping Jordan step out of them.
Emily stood up and took Jordan in a fierce kiss, their tongues dueling and fighting for dominance. She let her hands roam over warm skin and gentle curves, her eyes closed as her fingers mentally memorized Jordan’s body. Emily’s hand slid between Jordan’s legs, feeling the dampness greet her long before she reached her destination. Jordan put a hand on Emily’s shoulder bracing herself as Emily smoothly and quickly slid into her, first two fingers and then three. Jordan wrapped a leg around Emily’s waist to give her better access.
She wanted to tell her to go deeper, push harder, more fingers, but she kept her word to not talk. Instead she leaned back and looked into Emily’s eyes and with a few thrusts of her hips sent a message loud and clear to Emily. Emily leaned in, pushing harder and curling her fingers in just the right position. When Jordan’s body went rigid, she continued to stroke her until she felt the wetness tickling the back of her hand and wrist.
Emily placed kisses on Jordan’s shoulder, slowly working her way in, across her collarbone and up her neck. Gradually, Jordan’s breathing regulated and her eyes opened.
“Are you…?” Emily started, but Jordan placed a finger over her lips to stop her.
She walked Emily backwards until she reached the bed, causing Emily’s knees to buckle. Before she could prop up on her elbows, Jordan had her pants and underwear off and on the floor. She watched as Jordan wasted no time situating her head between Emily’s thighs, taking her breath away with the sudden sensation. Emily pulled up a handful of blanket, riding out the waves that Jordan’s tongue caused. She closed her eyes tight, thrashing her head from side to side, as wave after wave of pleasure overtook her. She had little time to process what was going on before it was all over.
Jordan slid up over Emily’s body, kissing here and there along the way, before resting above her with a satisfied smirk, “You were saying?”
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Date: 2008-11-21 09:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-11-21 08:33 am (UTC)*blows horn*
HOLY FUCK ME. you never dissapoint, callie ♥
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Date: 2008-11-21 09:33 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-11-21 09:37 am (UTC)I've submitted that story I mentioned ... after much battling with the posting and lj cut *facepalm* Hope you like...
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Date: 2008-11-21 09:21 am (UTC)i love me some jj, but if she is gonna leave our emily for cap'n crawdaddy, then emily gets some goodness too, right?
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Date: 2008-11-21 09:36 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-11-21 06:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-11-21 11:06 am (UTC)Fantastic as always.
xxx
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Date: 2008-11-21 12:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-11-21 02:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-11-21 04:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-11-21 08:03 pm (UTC)This was really great. I really liked where your mind took you.
And I really liked that you didn't totally abandoned Em/JJ and gave them some history.
I totally think there could be some serious chemistry between those two!!
Great set up, Hot smut!
More!!!
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Date: 2008-11-21 08:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-11-22 12:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-11-22 06:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-11-22 04:05 pm (UTC)the interaction between those two was awesome in masterpiece, they were oh so flirty!
also jordan made emily coffee *squee* i thought that was really cute :)
i'm already in love with this pairing <3
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Date: 2008-11-29 10:45 pm (UTC)Great fic! And finally some Emily/Jordan goodness in written form. =D
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Date: 2008-11-22 09:07 pm (UTC)i fell like i'm continually repeating myself when i comment your fic because it's always 'awesomeawesomeawesome'. but it's well deserved.
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Date: 2008-11-23 04:36 am (UTC)