CM fic - Not Another Cliche` - Emily/?
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Title: Not Another Cliché
Fandom: Criminal Minds/I’m not telling.
Pairing: Emily/?
Rating: NC-17
Summary: “What happens in Vegas…”
Spoilers: Set in between 4.6 “The Instincts” and 4.7 “Memoriam”.
A/N: Something to explain why Emily was hungover. This is for
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Warnings: None that would surprise you. *wg* However, this is a little more angsty than what I usually write.
Emily could feel her presence at her back long before she got there. Already there was a heat eminating from the blonde and Emily welcomed it like she welcomed the burning brown liquid scorching down her throat.
“I know you.”
“Do you?” The blonde waved the bartender over. “Two more…on me.” She motioned to the glass Emily was twirling her ice around in.
“Yeah, I do. But we won’t act like we do, how about that?”
“Works for me.” Emily finished off her drink and lifted the new one that had just been put in front of her.
“What was her name?” She looked at the blonde, really for the first time. Not that she hadn’t noticed her at the crime scene, her long blonde hair blown back by the hot desert wind, until she got aggravated by it and pulled it back. Watching her was far better than watching her examine the remains of that little boy.
“Who’s name?” Emily turned fully to the woman, letting her eyes linger on the crystal blue eyes before roaming over breasts and curves. Either the liquor was kicking in full throttle or Emily was worst off than she thought.
The blonde flicked her own eyes up and down Emily’s body, “The stupid woman that broke your heart, of course.”
Emily shook in her head. In less than five minutes, she had not only been pegged but also had her heart re-opened and bleeding for a stranger. This would not do, not tonight. Not when JJ was so close to being a living embodiment of a Stepford Wife.
Emily stepped closer to the blonde, deliberately brushing the back of her fingers along the underside of the woman’s breast, “I don’t want to think about her.”
The blonde gasped at the light touch, the crisp blue of her eyes growing a stormy dark, eyelids getting heavy with desire.
“What do you want?”
“I want you to follow me.” Emily walked away, moving to the back of the bar, finding an unoccupied dark corner. Moments later, she yanked the approaching blonde into the vacant space and kissed her hungrily.
Their mouths fought for dominance and control. Emily knew this was the closest she’d come to getting what she wanted. She cursed and thanked her ability to compartmentalize, to shut JJ out, because she could only imagine the holy hell that would break loose had JJ ever known how she felt about her. Emily resolved to find a place of comfort and peace, even if at the hands of strangers, a place where she knew she could call the shots. JJ had made her feel out of control. If she couldn’t have it with JJ, she could have it one way or the other. This, right here with this woman, this she understood.
The blonde pulled away, biting at Emily’s lower lip. Emily moaned her approval at the rough play and was rewarded by being spun around. Her pants were unceremoniously undone, leaving enough room to maneuver a hand between her legs, while the woman’s other hand snaked under her shirt to find a nipple waiting for her, hard and wanting. She tugged at it through the thin cloth of the bra, making Emily grind her hips into the body behind her.
The whole world disappeared and all the mess she had created was obliterated. For a brief moment, there was the perfection of standing on this precipice waiting for the inevitable rush of fingers and mouths and burning sensation. She spread her legs a little, inviting it all in, welcoming the warmth and the pain wrapped up in a beautiful, blonde package. She needed this as much as she needed to forget, to let go, to start again.
As long fingers entered her, she closed her eyes and let her mind flash to the first time she saw JJ, to the time in the hospital when Garcia was shot, to the time of JJ comforting her after getting knocked out by the unsub, to the moment on the plane where she was so sure JJ was flirting, and to the time when he showed up, claiming her as his own. She let the tears fall as the pain swept in, mixing with the unbridled pleasure. She felt her heart break, tear open and bleed again while her body opened and welcomed and healed. As she bent over, taking more of the blonde in, she felt herself rising and falling, riding waves of hurt and hope, and as she took this final plunge with this stranger holding on tight, she kissed JJ for the final time and said goodbye.
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Date: 2008-12-06 04:52 am (UTC)i think not.
and hey!
i was complimenting YOU!
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Date: 2008-12-06 07:14 am (UTC)i really liked this. nice and angsty.
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Date: 2008-12-06 04:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-06 07:49 pm (UTC)*wipes brow*
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Date: 2008-12-07 04:43 am (UTC)'What happens in Vegas' hey? Needed to be written :)
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Date: 2008-12-06 07:34 am (UTC)make it so heartbreaking and so beautiful and so hot at the same time... gah
YOU ARE A CONTRADICTION IN TERMS. and i love it.
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Date: 2008-12-06 04:03 pm (UTC)I don't know how I do it. Some sucky life experiences to pull from. *shrugs*
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Date: 2008-12-06 11:23 am (UTC)Mucho gusto.
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Date: 2008-12-06 11:30 am (UTC)Thanks for sharing this with us all!
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Date: 2008-12-06 04:05 pm (UTC)Thanks!;)
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Date: 2008-12-08 05:55 am (UTC)And you're welcome!
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Date: 2008-12-06 02:04 pm (UTC)I was thinking: Vegas? Who, at least a little interesting and sex is in Vegas. Well there's CSI, right. So I was thinking Sofia, maybe??
Now I'm off to see if I was close...
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Date: 2008-12-06 02:12 pm (UTC)SO you never mention it, but it IS Sofia, right? *g*
This was really intense. Of course there wouldn't be that much reasons that Emily drunk herself into a nice hangover besides JJ. Maybe getting fired from the BAU or have Strauss blackmail her into leaving.
I really loved this story, because at the end there is a glimps of hope that Emily will get over her.
(And I have the fitting icon *ggg*)
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Date: 2008-12-06 04:08 pm (UTC)I had to give our girl hope. I could leave it like that, and now that she got her thing for JJ out of her system, she can move on to our gorgeous Jordan. *wg* See, it fits perfectly into all the Em/Jordan smut I've been writing lately.
Dude, I LOOVVEEE your icon! That was a hilarious scene! I adore hungover and slightly snippy Emily, esp. when she snips at JJ. It was so deserving.
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Date: 2008-12-06 07:52 pm (UTC)xxx
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Date: 2008-12-07 07:42 pm (UTC)Angsty, but in a good way. Glad it's her getting over JJ rather than dwelling and obsessing over her. Catharsis or what have you.
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Date: 2008-12-07 07:57 pm (UTC)We are soooo sending you to Charlotte more often!! And anyone else in between!!! This made my incredibly great weekend even better! Great job!
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Date: 2008-12-08 01:36 am (UTC)My, I had no idea what I want to read carries so much weight!!
*eg*