Archive of Our Own ^beta

~~~~

By now you were acquainted with the game you and Emily seem to have been playing since you first joined the team. It was fun but it led to you going home every night you went home and wondered why she wouldn't make a move. Sure you could just tell her how you felt but where was the fun in that if you knew every button to press to get her all riled up?

The team was headed out for drinks and you knew for a fact that a certain Unit Chief had promised the first round of drinks so you hoped she'd let loose a bit. Tonight was the night you'd push just enough for her to finally take a step.

It was a simple plan, one of the oldest in the book really: Step 1 was to find a dress she wouldn't be able to resist. You picked a deep red, practically maroon dress that was far from modest and a larger leather jacket to combat the cold you knew you'd feel when so much of your body was on show. The dress wasn't too short, it came to just about mid thigh but knowing you could use the fact that Garcia had said to dress up as an excuse made you feel a bit less nervous.

JJ had offered to give you and Tara a ride since she wouldn't be drinking tonight. Michael had a soccer game the next day bright and early and she wasn't the biggest fan of waking up at 7 with a hangover.

When she arrived her and Tara had you do a spin before even getting in the car. "Damn Y/n, got plans for tonight?" JJ asked and Tara chuckled. "I might," you didn't say much more, "Gonna elaborate on that?" Tara asked from the passenger seat. "Nope" you said with a smile knowing they'd figure it out eventually.

Your favourite part of the night had to be the look in Emily's eyes when she helped you out of the car and took in what you were wearing. "Garcia said dress up so I did," you whispered to her with a barely covered smirk.

"Yes you definitely did," she was still staring when Penelope dragged you away to the bar and all night her eyes barely left you. In step 2 you used that to your advantage when a random guy who clearly thought he would be getting lucky with you tonight walked up to you at the bar.

He was mainly talking at you about whatever it was he thought made him interesting as you just nodded along and took an occasional glance over his shoulder at Emily. "I was thinking, can I get your number?" he said as he took a step closer and put his hand on your waist. His body was unfortunately close to yours but when you looked at where Emily sat she was gone.

You were confused as she was just there a moment ago until a familiar hand came from behind, pulling you away from him and against her chest. You were surprised when she ended up fully pressed against you and when you turned you saw the cold stare she gave the man, he ran off as if he'd seen a ghost.

She didn't even care to see where he went as she turned you to her and pinned you to the bar. "What the hell was that?" she practically growled. "What? It's not like I was doing anything wrong, last I check I'm still single." You have her you most innocent eyes as you fought your smug grin. Slowly all you steps fell to the wayside.

"Fine. You wanna play pretty girl? Go, I won't stop you." She went to pull away but just as her body separated from yours you pulled her back by the waist of her pants. "No wait, don't go." You whined a bit that she wouldn't just say the words.

She stopped and looked at you expectantly, you grabbed her hand and pulled her to the washrooms. The second you walked in she pushed you into a stall and your back hit the wall as she pinned you.

"What's wrong sweetheart?" she said with a finger under your chin so she could force you to look her in the eye. "I thought you were single?" "Maybe I don't want to be anymore," she wasn't going to confess but maybe you could push her to getting there. "Well you certainly picked the right dress for it, you've had people lined up all night waiting for you to notice them." Her lips trailed up and down your neck, just brush where you wanted more.

"I didn't wear the dress for them Emily I wore it for you!" You were getting more and more needy by the second especially when her hand then slipped under the hem of your dress, hiking higher and higher. "Really? Tell me pretty girl, what did you imagine me doing to you in this dress?"

"I imagined you taking it off of me and then using me like you own me." You said breathlessly and she groaned at the thought, her fingers trailing up your thighs to just where you needed her the most.

"You're mine." She says as her bites your neck.

You gasp at the sensation and buck into her hand, "I'm yours."