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Criminal Minds Fic-Good to Know

Prentiis-Rossi True love-Hot Sex
Title: Good to Know
Author: mingsmommy
Rating: FRAO/NC17/Seriously
Pairing: Prentiss/Rossi
Summary: From The Criminal Minds Kink Meme: The Second, prompt: Rossi/Prentiss, dirty talk.
Disclaimer: I don't own Criminal Minds, I'm making no money from this fic (or much of anything else for that matter).
A/N: Thanks to smittywing for the encouragement to own it and smacky30 for the beta of the final product; she is awesome.





The phone rings just as she’s pouring herself a glass of Merlot. “Prentiss.” She’d checked the display automatically, so she knows who it is, but answering this way is just as automatic as checking the display.

“I got caught in traffic.” Rossi’s tone is doing nothing to mask his frustration with the situation. “It’s finally started to move.”

“Yeah,” she sighs, “it’s bad tonight. But I’ll have a glass of wine waiting for you when you get here.”

“You better have more than that waiting for me,” he growls. “It’s been two weeks since I’ve been alone with you and I am so hard right now…” his voice tapers off as if he hadn’t meant to say that much and he’s suddenly unsure that pursuing this particular vein of conversation is a wise idea.

The wine glass makes a little click as Emily places it on the granite countertop. “You’re so hard right now, what, Dave?” She deliberately lowers and slows her voice. “What could you do with that raging hard on you’ve got?” She gives a little laugh and almost unconsciously passes a hand over her chest, feeling the skin warmed silk of her blouse and the bump of one nipple pass under her palm.

“I’m so hard I feel like I could fuck you through the phone,” he rumbles.

“Oh,” she shakes her head though she knows he can’t see it, “that would be a waste. A terrible, terrible waste.” The increase in his breathing is easy to hear over the line. “Because I am absolutely sure I wouldn’t be able to feel how hot and hard your cock gets for me over the phone. And I want to feel that, Dave.” She moistens her lips, making little wet noises as her tongue passes over her lips, her teeth. “I want to feel that a lot.

“Christ, Emily,” he groans.

“I need you here, Dave.” Sighing a little over the phone, she closes her eyes, trying to imagine his face right now. “I need you to come through that door and put that big dick of yours inside me and fuck me all night long.”

“Emily,” his voice is tight, but not, she bets, as tight as his jeans, “I can’t wait to be inside you. I want to feel you; you get so wet and you’re so tight around me. Fuck.”

“I think I’m wet now,” she knows she is. There’s been a low throb pulsing between her legs since she walked through her front door knowing Dave would be following shortly. “Should I check for you?” Her voice is throaty, a dark tease. This is a dangerous game she’s playing, teasing him like this. “Just to make sure?”

“Fuck.” He sounds almost as if he’s in pain and she deliberately lowers the phone to waist level so he can hear the zipper’s grinding teeth as she pulls the tab down.

She brings the phone back to her ear as she slides her hand into her underwear. Really, she can’t help the groan she releases when she feels just how wet she is.

“Emily?” He’s practically panting into the phone. “Are you wet?”

The touch of her own hand and the raw need in his voice have swept all thoughts of a teasing game from her mind. Now her words are every bit as urgent, every bit as filled with naked need as his. “God, Rossi, God. I am so wet, I…I…” she stutters as her fingers slide over her slickness. When they brush against her clit she moans.

“Emily,” he says urgently, “are your fingers wet? Look at them. Are they shiny from where you’ve touched yourself?”

It’s almost painful but she withdraws her fingers and pulls them out of her underwear. “Yes,” she gasps as she looks at the glistening digits.

“Fuck, I love that,” he groans. “Love it. Love smelling my fingers after they’ve been in your pussy, love to suck your slickness off my fingers. I wish I was there to suck your fingers, Emily. I’d put your fingers in my mouth and my cock in your cunt and I’d suck them clean while I pounded into you.”

“Dave,” she moans again, placing her fingers near her nose and inhaling, being deliberately loud. “Hurry.” She slips her fingers inside her mouth, allowing all the wet, slurping noise to escape as she sucks the rich taste off them.

“Fucking hell,” he grunts. “Be naked when I get there. I’m two minutes away…be naked. I am going to come through that door, push you up against a wall and pound my cock into you until you scream. Two minutes, Emily. Be naked.

The call abruptly ends but she doesn’t care. She’s already kicking off shoes and shedding clothes, not able to process much beyond the thumping pulse centered in her pussy. When her pants and underwear hit the floor, she realizes she can smell herself as she kicks them out of the way. It’s a rich, musky smell, but it’s missing something, Dave’s scent intermingled with her own. She is ridiculously wet and she can feel the moisture and how swollen her outer lips are as she presses her thighs together. Rossi said two minutes but it feels like it’s been two hours and she just can’t be that good she thinks as one hand glides down her stomach and another glides up her chest. Her index finger finds her clit as she rolls her own nipple and her head drops back. Just one finger, she makes herself hold back from finger fucking herself, just one finger.

“Fuck,” Rossi gives a muted roar as he comes slamming through the door. She doesn’t even really have time to look at him as he presses her up against the wall of her entry way, kicking the door shut with his foot. He’s huge and hard in his jeans and his mouth is hot, greedy and demanding. Both her arms go around his neck and he slides two fingers into her without preamble or apology. “Good,” he growls as he breaks the kiss, “you’re wet.” He strokes his fingers into and out of her and it’s rougher than she’s used to from him, but she doesn’t care, hell she wants it, she needs it. “You’re gonna need to be wet because I am going to fuck you so hard you’re going to feel it into next week.”

“Dave,” she pants, going for his pants, the zipper, wanting her hands on him.

“You want it don’t you?” He nips across her collarbone, lips and teeth. “Want to feel my cock inside that hot hole of yours.” He sucks a patch of skin into his mouth, she’ll have a bruise tomorrow, she’s sure. “I ought to make you wait,” he scrapes his teeth across the curve of her shoulder, then goes over the reddened skin, soothing with his tongue. “I ought to make you wait, punish you for teasing me on the phone. I should make you suck me.”

She finally manages to push the button on his jeans through the hole, but the rasp of the zipper is drowned out by his next words. “Fucking love your mouth on me.” He finds her wrist with his other hand, pulls her hand up and sucks her fingers into his mouth. “Your lips and tongue and the way you suck me. So good, so fucking good, Emily.” Two fingers inside her pussy and her two fingers inside his mouth and his hard heavy body is pushing her against the wall. He sucks so hard on her fingers she feels it in her nipples, feels it in her clit. She cries out with the sensation and his look is hot and dark as he pulls her fingers from his mouth, bends and kisses her again. His tongue invades, insists and claims and she surrenders, submits and concedes until his lips move away from her mouth, dragging across her cheek, down her neck.

His fingers are thrusting in and out of her and his mouth is everywhere, hot words in her ears and hot breath against her skin and she has to fight to concentrate on getting the damn zipper of his jeans down, so she can touch him. “Your mouth is almost as good as your cunt. Almost. But that hot box of yours…damn, there is nothing better in the whole Goddamn world than sinking my prick into your tight, wet pussy.”

Finally, finally she gets her hand on him and frees him from his jeans and his boxers. He’s hard and hot in her hand, his flesh meaty and thick against her palm as she strokes him. She looks down and he looks almost too big for her hand.

“Do you want it?” His voice is a rough whisper as he looks at her staring hungrily at his hard cock.

She nods.

“Tell me,” he thrusts into her hand and the dollop of pre-come smears against her palm, sliding over the searing heat of his erection. “I want to hear you say it.”

“I want you to put your prick inside me and fuck me so hard I forget how to breathe.” Her chest is heaving but her eyes never leave the sight of her pale hand pumping the red and purple flesh of his engorged cock. “I want it all the way in me. I want you to fuck me and make me come and then I want you to come deep, deep inside me.”

“Fuck, Emily.” Roughly, he wraps his big hand around her thigh and pulls it up to his hip opening her up. “Put me in, so I can fuck you.”

She adjusts slightly; brushing his cock against her plump, wet folds, she brings the head to her opening. “Yes,” she hisses as he slides in. “Yes.”

They hold for a minute, both of them breathing heavily, then she raises her leg a little higher and opens a little more and he thrusts into her and then they’re off, rhythm and counter rhythm, fucking and fucking and fucking.

“Damn, you feel so good.” His next thrust is deep enough to rattle the picture frame on the wall three feet down from them. “Fuck, it’s good.”

Emily doesn’t answer. She’s looking down; watching as his dick moves into and pulls out of her body, shiny with the slickness it’s pulling from her body.

Rossi follows her gaze. “You like that, don’t you? You like watching my prick go into your slit? So you know what it feels like and what it looks like?”

“God, yes. It’s so good,” she gasps.

“It is good,” he agrees. “This is the best fucking I’ve ever had, you’re the best pussy.” He’s thrusting into her, pounding against her steadily as he talks. “Your slit is so tight, so wet. Fuck, I can’t get enough of you.”

She looks up at him, looks at his face, the beads of sweat and his dark, dark eyes and she leans forward and kisses him, hot and open mouthed. “I love your cock” she whimpers. “It makes me feel so good, every damn time. Stretches me, fills me up, makes me come.”

“I want you to come. Come over and over.” He moves his hand between them, sliding towards her clit, but she shakes her head.

“No, just a little more,” she pants, arching against him. “Just your cock, a little harder.”

He moves his hand back to her hip and begins thrusting into her harder, dragging against her until she’s gasping for breath and stuttering unintelligible things. “Yeah, Emily, come. Come around my cock. Fuck, it feels so good when your pussy starts to grip me, when you come and your muscles start to flutter and squeeze.”

The smell of sex surrounds them and the sound of skin smacking against skin skates along her nerve endings and she feels it start to take hold, feels the muscles begin to spasm, feels herself begin to grip his cock, feels her whole body coil tighter and tighter until it can’t happen fast enough, it can’t happen soon enough and she knows he can tell.

“Come, Emily, come and I’ll come deep inside you,” he grits, straining, thrusting into her. “Come and I’ll shoot my load so far up inside you…”

She gives a little cry as the movement of his body and those words finally push her over the edge and she’s falling and flying at the same time. She feels like every nerve ending is on fire, like she’ll break if someone breathes on her, then everything tenses tighter and tighter and she’s there, pulse after pulse washing over her body, from the top of her head to the soles of her feet and Rossi is fucking her through the whole thing. “Goddamn you are beautiful when you come,” he groans, his voice is frayed and thick and she knows he’s close, so she shifts a little, angles her hips a little differently and his eyes go wide. His thrusts have turned frantic, sloppy and deep.

“Fuck.” He rasps and it sounds like it hurts. “Fuck. I’m coming.” He arches into her hard, their bodies pressed together, his pelvic bone against her clit and she feels another, smaller, orgasm vibrate through her.

They’re both sweaty and breathing hard when he gently eases her leg down. He presses his head against her damp skin. “God, that was good.”

Putting her hands on his shoulders, she only now realizes he is still mostly dressed. “I thought you promised me all night.”

He blows out a breath across her collarbone. “All night with suitable rest periods in between.”

Running her fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck, she smiles. “Good to know you’re not all talk.”

Comments

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alicat713
Apr. 13th, 2010 03:15 am (UTC)
There is nothing better than seeing new fic by you before I go to bed. Dave is patiently waiting for me to come to bed... he knows I just read Ming!Smut. :-p
mingsmommy
Apr. 13th, 2010 03:08 pm (UTC)
Heh.

Thank you for the kind words.

And tell Dave he's welcome.

;P
microgirl8225
Apr. 13th, 2010 03:53 am (UTC)
I don't know why, but dirty talk between these two is always so damn hot. This was freakin' fantastic! I'm surprised my laptop didn't implode. Emily teasing Dave was sooo in character.

Yeah, this was good. Whoot! New fic from you always makes my day.
mingsmommy
Apr. 13th, 2010 03:10 pm (UTC)
I...might have a dirty talk kink...maybe.

But seriously...in his voice? Can you imagine?

Thanks for the kind words, my dear!
amichevole
Apr. 13th, 2010 09:30 am (UTC)
You dirty girl, you :D.

Fantastic stuff, as always.
mingsmommy
Apr. 13th, 2010 03:11 pm (UTC)
I think this may be the filthiest thing I've ever written. And considering the amount of smut I've written, that's saying something.

Thank you so much for the kind words. I appreciate it so much.
amichevole
Apr. 13th, 2010 11:25 pm (UTC)
I'm pretty sure kink memes fool us all into writing things that we'd never really write. Ever. Or maybe that's just me.
smacky30
Apr. 13th, 2010 12:56 pm (UTC)
This is hot. Extremely hot. As I told you when I didn't realize it was you - I feel woefully inadequate and am going to hide in a corner and whimper. ;)
mingsmommy
Apr. 13th, 2010 03:13 pm (UTC)
That may have been the coolest thing ever...I didn't realize you didn't know it was mine and you giving it such a high compliment just really made my...day, night, weekend, week, month, year.

I'll let you know about life when I get further along, but it's definitely in the running.

You're the best. *MWAH*
agirlinagarden
Apr. 13th, 2010 05:54 pm (UTC)
::fans self:: Woooh! That was fabulous!
mingsmommy
Apr. 14th, 2010 11:32 pm (UTC)
Thank you SO much! I am so grateful for the kind words and absolutely delighted you liked it. YAY! Thank you.
smittywing
Apr. 14th, 2010 12:59 am (UTC)
It is good to own your kinks! Then other people are embarrassed to admit they feel the same. (That's a lie, there's no shame in fandom.)

But absolutely, this is white-hot amazing, clothes-tearing OMG pr0n and that is a beautiful thing. I love how you write them - how they just build off each other with such sizzle.
mingsmommy
Apr. 14th, 2010 11:34 pm (UTC)
You are way too kind...on the other hand, I'm not proud...Thank you so much! Thank you for all the nice things you said when you first read it and these here. You are so generous.

THANK YOU!
_nextboldmove_
Apr. 21st, 2010 05:04 pm (UTC)
HOLY FRAKKING CRAP! Whew! I kinda don’t read much het anymore...but this was downright nasty...in a good way ;) Thanks for sharing!
mingsmommy
Apr. 22nd, 2010 01:52 am (UTC)
Oh, thank you so much...I truly appreciate you reading AND commenting. It means so much more than I could ever say. I am so glad you enjoyed and grateful for the comment.
skye007lex
May. 18th, 2010 08:49 am (UTC)
Holy hotness Batman! That's the best "dirty talk" I've ever read in a fic, and it seems so perfect coming from them.
wizened_cynic
Oct. 26th, 2012 04:51 am (UTC)
THIS IS SO FUCKING HOT I AM NOW COMPLETELY TURNED ON AND WIDE AWAKE IN THE MIDDLE OF A LECTURE ON DRAFTING COMMERCIAL CONTRACTS.

Seriously, this is so incredibly sexy and dirty and sensual. Amazingness, as usual.

I need a cigarette.
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