CM fic - Quality Time - Em/JJ
Title: Quality Time
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pairing: Who you think?!
Rating: NC-17
AN: I owed Sofia smut and there was some call for a fic to go with the image below. This is one version. There may be more. *shrugs* Maybe. *eg*
“I’ll be back in 20 minutes,” Emily gave JJ, adorable in her worn out Mickey Mouse t-shirt and still mussed up morning hair, a leer and chuckle as she juggled the baby in her arms, “You…be ready. We have a long day ahead of us.”
JJ moaned her approval, “The faster you leave, the faster you can get back here and take care of our wife. Get that beautiful ass movin’.”
Emily practically ran down the steps to her SUV in a hurry to get the baby to daycare and back for “quality time” with JJ. It had been a long tough year to get to where they were and Emily found herself cherishing every moment with the blonde. JJ had gotten as far as the bachlorette party before realizing her mistake and ditched Will. It helped that Emily got slightly drunk enough to risk kissing JJ in the kitchen at the party, a move the brunette never regretted. Today was a special day. It was their one year anniversary and the first day they’d both been off in months. God bless Hotch, after breaking a particularly hard case, he’d given the team a week off.
Eighteen minutes and 52 seconds later, Emily pulled back into the driveway and sprinted to the door. She pulled up short at the darkened room and a faint glow coming from the bedroom. She smiled slyly as she rounded the corner, only to have her breath taken from her at the sight that greeted her.
JJ was stretched out on the bed, naked as the day she was born, wearing nothing but whipped cream on her breasts.
Emily’s mouth watered instinctively at the sight, “What’s this, J?”
“Breakfast,” Emily removed her t-shirt and crawled carefully onto the bed, snickering.
“And what’s for brunch?”
JJ spread her legs, inviting the other woman to lay down between them, “This.”
The brunette placed both hands on each side of JJ’s head, easing herself down but careful not to ruin the delectable creation below her, until their lips touched, teasing and barely meeting. She ran her tongue lightly across JJ’s upper lip, smirking at the way JJ was already losing control, her eyes closing and her hands skimming Emily’s sides. The loved to watch the younger woman gradually collapse under the intensity of their lovemaking. It was an image she never tired of.
Emily sat back up to remove her black bra and instead of doing the obvious and kissing JJ, she lifted JJ’s foot to kiss the inside of her ankle before running her blunt nails down the inside of JJ’s leg before stopping right where JJ wanted her.
“Damn it, Em. You’re driving me crazy!”
“I know. I like to play with my food before I eat it.” JJ slammed her head back into the pillow. She couldn’t bear watching Emily kiss and nip her way closer and closer to her hips. “What’s the matter, baby? Are you getting a little overheated?” Emily ran her tongue along the outside of JJ’s breast, catching the whipped cream that was melting and beginning to run down onto the bed.
Exquisitely slow, Emily devoured the creamy substance on each breast, making the blonde moan and arch into her mouth, and eventually grabbing handfuls of dark hair in her hands and yanking the older woman up to her mouth none too gently.
Lips crashed together, as Emily tried to remove her jeans with one hand. She eventually succeeded by kicking at them frantically until they were off her feet.
Pulling away, gasping, Emily looked at the darkening blue eyes of her wife, “What do you want, baby? What do you want me to do to you?”
JJ was so far gone that the words wouldn’t form. All she could do is cut her eyes to the table by the bed.
Emily felt the familiar tightening in her belly at the image conjured in her head, “Is that what you want?” JJ could only nod. Emily leaned over, reaching into the drawer. She sat back, adjusting the straps as JJ watched with hooded eyes. She reached back into the drawer for the small tube, when JJ stopped her.
“You won’t need that.”
Emily leaned over and kissed JJ thoroughly, pressing firmly between her legs, making JJ moan and roll her hips in anticipation. Then she uttered the last words that either would be able to speak, “Get on your knees, baby.”
The older woman caressed JJ’s hips and low back as she got into position. Emily remembered when JJ asked for this the first time and the power the blonde turned over to her at that moment. A shiver ran down Emily’s spin, feeling that power transferred to her through JJ’s body.
Emily traced one finger between JJ’s legs, ensuring she was ready, and feeling the wetness that greeted her slowly eased the dildo into her. She could hear the groan coming from deep inside JJ and saw her fingers digging deep into the mattress. Emily watched as she pulled out and then pushed back in. On the third push, JJ raised up onto her palms and actively began pushing back into Emily, urging her in deeper and harder, making Emily throw her head back and grab onto JJ’s hips.
Faster than either wanted, a shudder ran through JJ’s body and both women stilled, riding out the sensations. When Emily started to pull out, JJ reached back to stop her and began moving her hips again. No words were needed. Emily picked up the pace again, until JJ reached up and grabbed the headboard, signalling Emily to reach around and in a couple of strokes brought JJ back down face first into the pillows.
An hour later, Emily stirred from sleep to watch JJ, her blonde hair fanning out across the pillow. She ran a finger over JJ’s eyebrows, pushing some stray hair from her eyes, until JJ yawned and stretched, smiling up at Emily.
“Hmmmm, I say we celebrate every anniversary this way,” Emily didn’t miss the meaning behind JJ’s words and her heart swelled a little at the assumption of more anniversaries to come.
Emily chuckled, “Cover yourself in whipped cream again, and I’m there!!!”