Lead the Way - Chapter 064 - Sara
There are a lot of things I should do. Pack. Answer my emails and facebook messages and LJ comments and LJ messages and guys, I really do love you and appreciate every single word you post, but mostly... these days... I'm just too pissed. I'm angry at the clerk who's incapable of spelling my name right when he reads it from my driver's licence. I'm angry at the guy who cuts me off and forces me to break so sharply my head almost ends up on the dashboard and then THANKS ME! I'm angry at people who communicate through me yet aren't picking up their phones. I'm in a constant anger mode. Which makes me angry. Because I am a gentle, generally calm person. Shut up Syccas! Do I get upset? Of course. I'm not made of stone. But in general I get angry once, for a short period and the rest is smily faces. Not the other way round. So forgive me please, for not taking time to answer your comments. I do read them all, I appreciate them and I will get back to them as soon as I am myself again.
Also. This is the last post before my holiday, so savor it :) I will be back July 22nd. As will LTW. Have fun guys and let's all get some rest.
Lead the Way - 064 - Sara
“I’m glad you called.” The beautiful woman in front of her reached out and touched her hand. She had indeed called her earlier and invited her to a candle-light dinner. Emily felt it was appropriate given the way she had treated her friend last time. After throwing her out of her apartment in the middle of the night, Sara deserved to be pampered.
“I missed you.” Sara looked at her, her cold, icy blue eyes searching for confirmation. Emily didn’t feel it but she said it back just the same. She had missed her as a friend to hang out with and talk to but not the way Sara meant it.
When the waitress came to bring them their orders Sara retracted her hand and leaned back. She had heard what she wanted. The rest was child’s play.
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As soon as she heard about her promotion to the BAU Emily had flown to Washington DC and gone real estate shopping. She had been unsuccessful at first but she didn’t mind. She could stay in her hotel a couple of weeks longer. Her mother had called her one day, telling her that a friend of hers had retired and wanted to sell his apartment.
The Prentiss women went to look at the place and it had been both perfect and hideous. The layout was exactly the way Emily wanted it - minus the view - but the furniture was simply gross. Elizabeth bought it for her and a week later Emily met Sara the interior designer.
As soon as she’d seen her Emily knew she wanted to seduce Sara. Little did she know that Sara had had the same idea all along. The two women spent more time than necessary picking out furniture and wall patterns, getting to know each other yet keeping a professional distance.
When her apartment was finally ready for her to move in, Sara took the opportunity and showed her personally how perfectly her wishes had been realized. When Emily turned around to thank her, Sara kissed her and the deal was sealed.
A couple of days later, Sara called Emily again but Agent Prentiss had no inclination of getting involved with anyone.
“I’m sorry,” she told her. “I don’t do second dates.”
“I don’t think we had a first one.” At that Emily laughed and agreed to going out for a movie. She didn’t sleep with Sara again that night. Slowly the relationship grew into friendship and then into a friends with benefits deal.
Both women were open about their other conquests, sometimes even sharing bad bed stories. There was no jealousy between them and no deeper feelings than mutual respect. And the sex was great.
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During dinner Emily started to relax. Talking to Sara was as easy as ever, they still had the same things in common and she was relieved to see that she hadn’t changed as much as she had feared.
JJ hadn’t damaged her defense mechanisms beyond repair. She hadn’t had such a big influence on her after all. Maybe she had never loved Jennifer Jareau. All the better. It would make getting back to normal that much easier.
It was only natural after sharing a cab that Emily asked Sara to come up for a cup of coffee. She didn’t really expect any resistance and Sara did not disappoint. Of course coffee was the last thing on her mind and within minutes she had the agent right where she wanted her.
Emily enjoyed being touched by her experienced lover and she gave back as best she could. Sara was satisfied and Emily pretended to feel the same way. Later as Sara was already sleeping Emily got up and went downstairs.
A glass of scotch in her hand she pulled her white silk robe around her tighter. Her apartment was warm as always, but she was freezing. For the first time in her life Emily Prentiss had faked an orgasm when sleeping with a woman. Usually she got what she wanted even if the girl was a little inexperienced. They just needed a little guidance. After all, they pretty much knew what felt good and what didn’t.
Sara had known that from day one. As far as Emily could tell she hadn’t done anything differently. So if it wasn’t Sara that must mean that JJ did change her after all. Deep, very deep down she was not the woman she was before.
If that was true, she was in serious trouble. She had expected pain and hurt of course. She had anticipated some jealousy and over protectiveness and she had tried to shield herself from that with distance. She hadn’t expected to be changed.
Not like this. Not in the most intimate way. If she couldn’t enjoy sleeping around anymore she had no defense against JJ’s relationship with Will. She had counted on seducing a couple of women, fucking them hard and pretending that nothing had changed. That they could go back to the way things used to be before she had been weak enough to let JJ in.
Since she had joined the BAU her conquests had become fewer and fewer preferring to take the easy way out and calling Sara rather than going for someone new. She had planned on changing that. She had planned on changing her private life and not anticipated that her private life might have changed her.
She hadn’t wanted to change. Ever. Again. Everything had been so perfect. The dream job. The dream apartment. A town full of beautiful women. That was the way she had meant for things to stay.
And who was to say it wasn’t Sara’s fault? Maybe she had just had a bad day. Or maybe Emily was getting bored by her. There could be a thousand reasons for this, none of which had anything to do with Jennifer Jareau. Who was she anyway? ‘Angel, my ass.’ Emily gulped down the last of her Scotch and went back to bed.
Also. This is the last post before my holiday, so savor it :) I will be back July 22nd. As will LTW. Have fun guys and let's all get some rest.
Lead the Way - 064 - Sara
“I’m glad you called.” The beautiful woman in front of her reached out and touched her hand. She had indeed called her earlier and invited her to a candle-light dinner. Emily felt it was appropriate given the way she had treated her friend last time. After throwing her out of her apartment in the middle of the night, Sara deserved to be pampered.
“I missed you.” Sara looked at her, her cold, icy blue eyes searching for confirmation. Emily didn’t feel it but she said it back just the same. She had missed her as a friend to hang out with and talk to but not the way Sara meant it.
When the waitress came to bring them their orders Sara retracted her hand and leaned back. She had heard what she wanted. The rest was child’s play.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
As soon as she heard about her promotion to the BAU Emily had flown to Washington DC and gone real estate shopping. She had been unsuccessful at first but she didn’t mind. She could stay in her hotel a couple of weeks longer. Her mother had called her one day, telling her that a friend of hers had retired and wanted to sell his apartment.
The Prentiss women went to look at the place and it had been both perfect and hideous. The layout was exactly the way Emily wanted it - minus the view - but the furniture was simply gross. Elizabeth bought it for her and a week later Emily met Sara the interior designer.
As soon as she’d seen her Emily knew she wanted to seduce Sara. Little did she know that Sara had had the same idea all along. The two women spent more time than necessary picking out furniture and wall patterns, getting to know each other yet keeping a professional distance.
When her apartment was finally ready for her to move in, Sara took the opportunity and showed her personally how perfectly her wishes had been realized. When Emily turned around to thank her, Sara kissed her and the deal was sealed.
A couple of days later, Sara called Emily again but Agent Prentiss had no inclination of getting involved with anyone.
“I’m sorry,” she told her. “I don’t do second dates.”
“I don’t think we had a first one.” At that Emily laughed and agreed to going out for a movie. She didn’t sleep with Sara again that night. Slowly the relationship grew into friendship and then into a friends with benefits deal.
Both women were open about their other conquests, sometimes even sharing bad bed stories. There was no jealousy between them and no deeper feelings than mutual respect. And the sex was great.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
During dinner Emily started to relax. Talking to Sara was as easy as ever, they still had the same things in common and she was relieved to see that she hadn’t changed as much as she had feared.
JJ hadn’t damaged her defense mechanisms beyond repair. She hadn’t had such a big influence on her after all. Maybe she had never loved Jennifer Jareau. All the better. It would make getting back to normal that much easier.
It was only natural after sharing a cab that Emily asked Sara to come up for a cup of coffee. She didn’t really expect any resistance and Sara did not disappoint. Of course coffee was the last thing on her mind and within minutes she had the agent right where she wanted her.
Emily enjoyed being touched by her experienced lover and she gave back as best she could. Sara was satisfied and Emily pretended to feel the same way. Later as Sara was already sleeping Emily got up and went downstairs.
A glass of scotch in her hand she pulled her white silk robe around her tighter. Her apartment was warm as always, but she was freezing. For the first time in her life Emily Prentiss had faked an orgasm when sleeping with a woman. Usually she got what she wanted even if the girl was a little inexperienced. They just needed a little guidance. After all, they pretty much knew what felt good and what didn’t.
Sara had known that from day one. As far as Emily could tell she hadn’t done anything differently. So if it wasn’t Sara that must mean that JJ did change her after all. Deep, very deep down she was not the woman she was before.
If that was true, she was in serious trouble. She had expected pain and hurt of course. She had anticipated some jealousy and over protectiveness and she had tried to shield herself from that with distance. She hadn’t expected to be changed.
Not like this. Not in the most intimate way. If she couldn’t enjoy sleeping around anymore she had no defense against JJ’s relationship with Will. She had counted on seducing a couple of women, fucking them hard and pretending that nothing had changed. That they could go back to the way things used to be before she had been weak enough to let JJ in.
Since she had joined the BAU her conquests had become fewer and fewer preferring to take the easy way out and calling Sara rather than going for someone new. She had planned on changing that. She had planned on changing her private life and not anticipated that her private life might have changed her.
She hadn’t wanted to change. Ever. Again. Everything had been so perfect. The dream job. The dream apartment. A town full of beautiful women. That was the way she had meant for things to stay.
And who was to say it wasn’t Sara’s fault? Maybe she had just had a bad day. Or maybe Emily was getting bored by her. There could be a thousand reasons for this, none of which had anything to do with Jennifer Jareau. Who was she anyway? ‘Angel, my ass.’ Emily gulped down the last of her Scotch and went back to bed.