Fandom: X-Men/Criminal Minds x-over
Pairing: Emma Frost/Emily Prentiss
AN/Disclaimer: Not my girls.
Word Count: 1398
Prompt: 023. Medical Play (yeah, I'm working in a clinic right now- sick people: not that sexy)Apologies: You decide in what world and when this happens.
Emily woke up groggily. She could feel the drugs in her system clotting up her mind and vaguely remembered an uncomfortable dream. Her eyes were sticky as she tried to open them but she could almost make out a form in sky-blue scrubs standing near her bed checking the IV.
That was when her shoulder started to throb and she remembered why she was there.
“Look who’s rejoined the land of the living,” said the woman, tugging the band out of her platinum hair and rebinding it into a low convenient ponytail.
Emily stared at her as best she could with her blurry vision. She seemed unnervingly familiar, but Emily couldn’t place her face or find a name to go with it. “Do I know you?”
“I suppose that depends on whether or not you count my long acquaintance with your unconscious body as you knowing me as well, hero.”
The woman sat down on the edge of the bed (she was tall enough to, even though it was a high hospital one) and deftly inspected the bandages on her shoulder. “Isn’t that how you got this? Some ill conceived act of heroism?”
“Ill conceived?” The details were still foggy. “It's my job.”
The woman raised her eyebrows as if to comment that the choice of job itself was also ill conceived.
Emily frowned. “Emma, right? That’s your name.”
The woman just smiled and started for the door. “I’ll send the doctor in to have a look at you.”
Emily always had a hard time sleeping in hospitals. Her shoulder was aching, and her head too, but she wasn’t going to ask for morphine. She was still foggy enough.
Emma might bring the morphine. She hadn’t quite worked out the woman’s hours. She always seemed to be there, fluttering around the edges of her vision, mocking, disapproving, flashing her secret smiles when the doctor was being dull and pedantic.
Emily’s fingers drifted between her legs. That would usually get her to sleep. Her shoulder twinged slightly, so she kicked off her thin blanket and the sheets, and brought up her knees, angling her hips for easier access.
Emma was standing in the doorway, leaning comfortably against the doorframe and watching her with a blatant smirk on her face. Emily froze, exposed and immobile.
“You can keep going if you want. I was enjoying the show.”
Emily scrabbled for her covers and then hissed as her shoulder rebelled.
“Shh.” Emma’s hands were on her, guiding her back into a comfortable position, rearranging her blankets and tucking them in. She was so close, hovering over Emily, an escaped strand of hair brushing over her face. “I’ll make the pain go away.” Emily thought (hoped) for a moment that she was going to kiss her, but she just pressed the button on the morphine dispenser, and Emily slipped out of consciousness.
“I thought you could use a little help.”
Emma was back again. The hospital room was dark, and Emily wondered vaguely why no one had come to visit her. There was a familiar buzzing sound, and Emily tried to see through the dim light. She didn’t need to see. Emma pressed the vibrator against her mouth, and she shuddered at the feeling.
“Yeah,” Emily reached for her hand, but Emma pulled it just out of her reach, teasingly.
“I’m worried about what the doctor would say if you used your injured shoulder too much though. Perhaps… I need to help you with that too.”
And the vibrator was touching her again, tracing a zigzag path down her chest. Emily brought her knees up, spreading them wantonly, and the sheets and blanket were gone. But suddenly the feeling was gone and Emma had turned away.
When she turned back she was wearing a pair of latex gloves. “Let me check to make sure you’re ready.”
Emily spread even farther and Emma slid her thumbs inside her lips, parting her. An index finger traced a circle inside, and Emily’s hips bucked.
Emily licked herself off the latex barrier. She drew two fingers inside her mouth and sucked on them.
“Put your legs here. It will take more pressure off your shoulder.” Emma moved her around until she was positioned directly between her legs, which rested on her shoulders at the ankle. The buzz came again and the vibrator ran delicately over her clit. Emily whimpered roughly. She needed a steady pressure, not this maddening hum. She reached out again and Emma rapped her knuckles.
“I’ll warn you once. No touching.” Emily’s fingers retreated under her back, but Emma seemed to understand what she had thought and pressed the pad of her thumb against Emily’s clit, rubbing an easy slow circle.
Then the vibrator entered her. It pushed against her walls and she gasped.
“You’re tight, aren’t you?” Emily couldn’t find words to respond as Emma started rocking the shaft in and out of her. Her thumb was still rubbing circles into her clit and the two separate sensations were more than Emily was used to. “Haven’t given it much use?”
“I’m not-“ Emily tried to get out.
“Oh I can tell that.” Emma smirked, leaning down between her legs to eye her lewdly. Her thumb left her clit and the damp fingers that she had sucked started probing her ass. Emily jerked in shock. “But are you a virgin there?”
One of the latex covered fingers slipped inside and gently started to fuck her. Emily clung to the sheet, unable to process this. “No-“
“No?” Emma pressed deeper, up over the first knuckle and Emily yelped. “I think you are. But be quiet, if you don’t want someone peeking in.”
She withdrew the slick vibrator from within her and touched it against her asshole. Slowly and evenly she pushed it inside. As it stretched, the opening ached, and Emily forgot entirely about the throbbing in her shoulder. Emma fucked her with it, gently, barely moving it at all, but it felt violent and inconsiderate. She made circles on her cunt, and Emily came, too quickly, crashing over the edge, with a humiliating half-yelp, half-gulp and lay flushing and still shaking from the aftershocks.
Emma withdrew the vibrator and dropped it into a contamination bin. She peeled off her latex gloves and they followed it. Then she turned towards the door.
“Wait,” Emily made out weakly.
Emma paused and looked back, a slightly offended confusion on her face.
“I want to feel your skin.”
Emma came over to her bed and looked down at her. She shook her head, and Emily felt even weaker, spiritless.
Emma sighed and reached out, brushing her fingertips over her cheek. At the touch, Emily felt her hold on her consciousness begin to fade and sleep take her. “G’d night,” she murmured.
She was almost asleep, but she thought perhaps that she heard a voice whisper, “goodbye.”
Emily woke up groggily. She could feel the drugs in her system clogging up her mind and vaguely remembered an uncomfortable dream. Her eyes were sticky as she tried to open them, but she could almost make out the grouped figures of her team surrounding the bed.
“Look who’s rejoined the land of the living,” said a voice, it had Morgan’s jovial lilt to it, and Emily frowned involuntarily.
“What happened?” she whispered, her voice creaking with lack of use.
“You got clocked in the head with a two by four is what.”
Reid bent into her realm of vision, looking worried. “Do you know what day it is? Who’s president?”
Emily glanced around nervously. Hotch was in the corner looking dour, but relieved. Rossi was patting her foot.
JJ’s hand came down on her shoulder. “I’m so glad you’re awake!”
Morgan shoved his phone at her. “Here, Garcia wants to make sure you’re all right.”
Something felt like it was missing, but she couldn’t quite pinpoint what it was. She looked curiously at her own equipment: no IV, no morphine drip. She must have only been out for a short time. She was still groggy and tired, but something felt wrong.
“Where’s Emma?” she asked.
Her team looked at her. JJ’s eyes were wide, Morgan looked confused. But Reid was the one who spoke. “Emily… who’s Emma?”Emily stared at him, bewildered and inexplicably sad. “I… I don’t know.”