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virescent-v · 10 months

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Phone Tag

Summary: Emily's been gone for a few days and you're just *really* missing her. Warnings: it's smut, ya'll. Pure smut. Word Count: 3k. (I don't know how...)

A/N: It goes without saying, but minors DNI. This ain't for you. Also, I'm 90% sure this will have a part 2 ;)

Emily had been gone on the current case for over a week and a half. While that wasn’t too out of the ordinary, you were really missing her, mostly because you were off of work for a bit. You didn’t think you had become so dependent on your girlfriend, but apparently you were wrong.

The days have slipped by in never ending boringness. You spent the first days off cleaning your messy apartment, restocking your empty fridge, and running the errands you’ve been putting off. But now, on day six, you just want your girlfriend.

At first, you had just wanted to hang out with her. Take her on cute little dates, make her grocery shop with you (even though she couldn’t cook for shit), catch up on all of your missed tv shows with her.

But now?

Now, you were just super needy.

But now?

Now, you were just super needy.

While she hadn’t said you couldn’t touch yourself in her absence, you didn’t want to. You wanted Emily here, between your legs, touching you, making you cum. It wasn’t the same if you did it yourself.

Just the thought of her on her knees for you, tasting you, fucking you, was enough to have you dripping.

You knew it was late, but hopefully she was still awake.

You: baby?

Almost immediately, you got your response. She must be having a hard time sleeping.

Emily: Hi baby. What’re you doing up so late?

You: Can’t sleep. Missing you too much.

You weren’t sure how Emily was feeling. You haven’t had too much contact with her during this case. It was apparently a really bad one, leaving your only communication to a few quick ‘good morning’ and ‘I love you’ texts.

Emily: I miss you too, princess. I’m hoping to be home within the next couple of days. If I can swing it, I want to take a couple of days off and spend them with you. How’s that sound?

You: Amazing! There’s so much I’ve been wanting to do with you baby.

Emily: Oh yeah? Like what?

You started to feel the blush rising on your cheeks. You weren’t sure if Emily would be down for where your head was at, but you had to try.

Y/n: Right now all I want is for your tongue or fingers on me ma’am. I’ve been so needy for you the past few days.

You watched your text go from delivered to read. Immediately after, your phone started ringing.

You were almost hesitant to answer it. Wanting to talk to your love won out, and you hit the green button.

“Hi, Em,” you said. You almost felt like you needed to whisper, even though you were alone in your apartment.

“Baby, I-” she started. You could almost hear the moan in her voice. “I can’t wait to come home and fuck you until you can’t walk properly.”

“Jesus, Em,” you breathed heavily. You didn’t think she’d go so quickly into this, but you were ready for it. Ready for her. “That’s all I’ve been thinking about since you left. It’s almost unbearable how much I want you right now.”

“Yeah? You wet for me right now, angel? I haven’t even said much.”

You cleared your throat. “I’ve been thinking of all of the different ways I want you to make me cum for days, Emily. I’ve been wet the whole time. I’ve had to change my panties so many times,” you whispered the last part, almost embarrassed at how turned on just the thought of your girlfriend makes you.

You’re pretty sure you hear Emily curse under her breath. “And you haven’t touched yourself since I’ve been gone?” She asked, genuinely sounding curious.

“No, ma’am. It’s not the same. I only want to cum if you’re the one making it happen.”

At that, Emily moaned. As if she just realized how much of an effect she actually has on you, as if she just realized how addicted you were to her touch.

You’ve never explored phone sex before, nothing past a few flirty text messages. That, and the fact that she’s never been gone so long before, this was new to both of you.

“Then you’re not allowed to touch yourself while I’m gone unless I tell you to, understood?”

You whimpered. While you hadn’t been thinking about touching yourself because you really only wanted Emily’s hands, now the thought of not touching yourself was going to drive you crazy. “But, baby, ple-,” you started.

“No. Absolutely not, angel. Your body is mine, your orgasms are mine. Do not disobey me. Or I will edge you for a month and ruin your orgasms.”

You gasped, “That’s so unfair, Em! Don’t leave me like this, baby, please.” You could feel how wet you were already - again - without removing one piece of clothing.

“No, and I won’t say it again. Understood?”

You sighed. “Yes, Em. I understand.”

“Good,” she said. You could almost hear the smirk in her voice. You realized in that moment that she was going to make the next few days a living hell for you, just because she could. “Now, it’s late, and I’m exhausted, so I’m going to get some sleep.” Emily paused for a fraction of a second. “And you’re going to be my good girl and go to bed, too.”

You groaned. If you couldn’t touch yourself, you at least wanted to talk to Emily. You’ve missed her voice. But, you know how grueling the case was and you respected her work. “Fine, Em, but I’m not happy about it.”

Emily laughed, her deep chuckle echoing over the phone. “I know, angel. But hopefully I’ll be home within the next couple of days,” she paused. “And, if you behave for me, I’ll make it worth your while, okay?”

Your mind ran through all of the different scenarios that could play out when Emily got home. Her pinning you to the wall when you greeted her at the door, her bending you over every available surface in your apartment and licking you until your legs gave out, you riding her cock until you were dripping down your legs. Hopefully she’d make it all happen.

“Baby?” You heard, Emily’s voice sounding a little worried. “Are you still there?”

You swallowed heavily. “I am. Sorry, Em. My thoughts, uh, started drifting a little.” You could feel the embarrassed blush rising on your cheeks at being caught daydreaming.

You could hear the smirk Emily was sporting on the other end of the phone. “Oh?”

You rolled your eyes. You shouldn’t have expected anything else. Emily was rightfully arrogant in her ability to turn you into a whimpering mess in person. It shouldn’t have been a shock that just a few words over the phone have done the same to your libido. You snorted, “I’ll see you when you get home, ma’am.”

Emily’s laugh rumbled through the speaker. “Yes you will. I can’t wait to see you, pretty girl.”

You smiled. Emily’s affection for you has only grown steadily throughout the course of your relationship. It took awhile for her - for both of you - to let down the vast walls around her emotions and her heart. But once she did, Emily was an amazing girlfriend. She was attentive, even with being gone constantly. Having a relationship that sometimes went purely telephonic for a few days, it was crucial to have great communication. Emily always made sure to text you where she was going, what she was doing for the day, and checked in often after chasing unsubs. Her job was rough, you were always worried about her safety, so she made sure to check in as often as possible.

While she was away, you were always relieved, and usually ecstatic, to receive messages or calls from her. You wished she was around more, but you understood her job meant a lot to her and you would never stand in the way of that. She definitely more than made up for it when she was home.

“I can’t wait to see you, too, Em. I love you. Sweet dreams,” you whispered, a little sullen at having to hang up, but you both needed to sleep. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow?”

“Definitely. I’ll call or text as soon as I can. I love you, too, baby. Sleep well.”

The beeping signaling the end of the call was your only warning that she’d hung up. You locked your phone before getting up and heading to bed. Plugging your phone in to charge, you watched it light up to your lock screen of you and Emily on your last vacation smiling at the camera. Smirking to yourself, a plan started to form in your mind.

***

You woke up late the next morning, groaning at the late morning sunlight streaming through your bedroom window. Having off of work for a while meant you were enjoying the opportunity to sleep in as much as possible. As you were rubbing your eyes, your phone vibrated with the notification of a new text message.

Emily: Good morning, sweet girl. I hope you slept well. We’re going to be working with the local police today, so I won’t be on my phone much, but I’ll try and check in as much as I can. Love you!

You smiled, gazing at your phone. Today was going to be such a good day. You had your plan in mind, the sun was shining, and you were going to tease your girlfriend. Which, thinking about it, probably wouldn’t end up good for you when she got home. But, until then, you were going to have fun.

You got out of bed, deciding the first course of action would be to take a shower. You turned the water on, the temperature slightly hotter than you preferred. The bathroom quickly filled up with steam, the shower door fogging up, little droplets running down. You quickly shed your clothes, set up your phone on the sink, pointing it directly at the shower door. You set the timer for 10 seconds, and quickly got in the shower. Hearing the snap of the photo, you sped through your shower routine, drying yourself, and throwing on the nearest robe, which just so happened to be Emily’s.

Looking at your camera roll, you smiled to yourself. The photo was exactly what you wanted. The door to the shower was fogged up by the steam, but the droplets of water had caused some areas of visibility. You could just make out the fact that you were in the shower, some slivers of your wet skin visible. It was enticing and provoking, while still being tasteful and teasing.

You opened your message thread to Emily, attaching the photo and sending a quick text.

You: Good morning, Em! Wish you were here to wash my back ;) Have a good day today, stay safe, and check in when you can. Love you! <3

You made sure the photo was delivered before walking out into the living room, settling yourself on the couch. The satin and lace of Emily’s robe felt amazing on your freshly showered and lotioned body. The confidence and giddiness you were feeling was making you almost vibrate in excitement from how Emily would react to your photo.

Pulling your lip between your teeth, you looked down at yourself and the phone in your hand. Deciding hastily, you snapped a picture of yourself on the couch, the robe just covering the swells of your breasts, leaving a decent amount of cleavage in view of the camera. You made sure you could see from your nose down, your lower lip pulled between your teeth, the smooth skin of your thighs noticeable towards the bottom of the picture.

You opened your messages, again, noticing the last one still said delivered. You attached the photo you just took, thinking of what to text with it. You knew the picture was the most important part, so you weren’t worried about the actual text.

You: Thanks for letting me borrow your robe, babe. It feels so nice. ;)

At this point, you were sure Emily was going to get you back in some way or another, but you couldn’t help it. It was just too much fun to tease your girlfriend. Smirking, you turned on the tv, getting lost in whatever trashy reality tv show was on at the time. You couldn’t wait for Emily to check her phone.

***

Halfway through your third episode of Real Housewives of Orange County, your phone rang. Looking over at it, Emily’s smiling face greeted you. Your grin widened, anticipation sending goosebumps down your arms.

“Hi baby!” You exclaimed.

“Angel…,” Emily almost growled. “Want to explain those pictures?”

Emily’s voice was low. Dangerous. If you didn’t know her, you’d think she was pissed at you. But, you could tell she just wasn't expecting them.

“What do you mean, Em? I just thought you’d like to see what I was up to this morning.” You were playing with fire and you were kind of excited to get burned.

Emily took a deep breath. “Babygirl. You know exactly what you were doing when you sent me those incredibly sexy pictures of you.” You could hear Emily walking around and the background noise getting a little quieter. “All I can think about now is how much I wish I was there to taste you, how I want to fuck you hard and deep while you wear my robe. How much I want to hear you moan and whimper and beg for me to let you cum. Over and over and over again until you’re a panting, sated mess.”

Hearing Emily describe the exact thoughts you’ve been having set you on fire. The moan you let out was almost pornographic. “Please, ma’am. Please. I’ve been so needy for you for days. I’m so wet.”

Emily grunted. “Oh yeah? Is that tight, pretty, little cunt of yours soaked angel? I bet it’s so swollen, just throbbing with the thought of me licking it, fucking it. You haven’t touched yourself have you?”

“No, Em. But it’s getting really hard not to.”

Emily let out a little chuckle at hearing your neediness over the phone. “Go ahead, love. One finger, lightly circle your clit. Do as I say, or I stop, understand?”

You didn’t expect Emily to let you touch yourself, but you weren’t going to question it. Not when you were this worked up. “Yes, ma’am, I understand.” You moved the robe to the side a little, exposing your cunt to the cool air of the apartment. The difference in temperatures sent a brief chill down your spine. You trailed one hand down your torso, wanting to touch your breasts on the way, but wanting to follow Emily’s orders even more.

One hand trailed down between your legs, one finger making contact with your swollen nub. You were drenched already, had been for days, and the fact that Emily was doing this was turning you on even more. “Shit, Em. I don’t think I’m going to last long,” you panted.

Emily let out a low moan and tried to stifle it before it could really get out. “Go ahead, baby. Make yourself cum. Rub your clit a little faster for me.” Emily waited until she could hear you follow her directions. “Good girl, baby. God, you sound so fucking delicious moaning for me.” Emily licked her lips, her breath coming faster, heavier. “I wish I was there to feel you writhe against me, push your hips into mine to beg for more.”

“Ungh, Christ, Emily.”

“Fuck. I wish I had my cock buried so deep inside you. Wish you were on your hands and knees for me, fucking back into me to take me harder. I wanna feel your tight little pussy squeeze around me, watch you throw your head back as you cum hard on my cock.”

You could hear Emily’s voice starting to quiver as if it was taking everything in her not to touch herself right now.

You let out the loudest moan yet. “Emily, please.”

“You gonna be a good little slut for me? You gonna cum hard? Soak your fingers for me, pretty girl. Let go.”

Just as you could feel your orgasm start to hit its peak, you heard in the background of the phone rushed footsteps and a slightly out of breath Derek say, “Prentiss, we found the unsub! Get off the phone with your woman and let’s go!” As he rushed past Emily.

Emily cursed under her breath. You could only imagine how flustered she looked. Emily was a confident woman, sometimes pushing the boundary of arrogance, but she was also very private. It took her months of dating before she even mentioned you to her team, almost a year before she introduced you. You heard her clear her throat, could imagine how flushed her face was.

She took a deep breath before saying, “I’m sorry, baby. You can finish what we started if you want. But, please, no more pictures while I’m at work. If Derek had caught me saying those things in the precinct…,” she trailed off.

You had lost your orgasm as soon as you’d heard Derek’s voice, worried about getting Emily caught. “No, Em, I’m sorry. I was trying to rile you up because I’ve just missed you the past few days. I didn’t mean to almost get you caught.” You bit your lip. You did kind of feel bad. Just a little.

Emily laughed lightly. “It’s okay. I did really enjoy the pictures. I can’t wait to come home to you, love.”

“I can’t wait either, Em. And I can’t wait for you to fuck me silly as a punishment,” you cheekily said.

Emily laughed loudly. “What am I gonna do with you, huh?”

You smirked. “I know exactly what I want you to do to me, ma’am.”

You could imagine Emily shaking her head in bemused adoration. You knew just how to push all of her right buttons and tease her and she loved you for it.

“I love you, you know,” she said. You could hear her walking back towards more sound, probably getting ready to head out.

“I know you do. I love you, too. Be safe, okay?”

“I will. For you. Always. I’ll talk to you soon and I’ll be home as soon as I can.”

“Bye, Em.”

“Bye, baby.”

A/N: Part two: Emily comes home :P

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