Criminal Minds - JJ/Emily - Taking It
Title: Taking It
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pairing: JJ/Emily
Rating: Is “OMG” a rating? *wg*
Spoilers: 4.03 Minimal Loss.
Warning: Not beta’d. I wrote it in two hours, don’t expect perfection or plot. We need sex and subtext and damn it, if the CM writers won’t give it to us, we’ll just have to take matters into our own hands…so to speak. *eg*
A/N: A special request from Sofia. She needed happy-ending smut. I was happy to oblige. I’ll do anything for the Greater Good called Femslash.
She watched her. That’s all she’s been doing since New York, and the pressure’s building inside. She stood outside, under the tent, separated from the group but still listening to her voice, saying the same words over and over again, “I can take it. I can take it.”
JJ wasn’t sure how much longer she could take it though. Her resolve was failing her, and hearing the crack of bone on bone as Cyrus continued to punch and kick Emily was getting to be more than she could take. She had an overwhelming urge to barrel through the door of the compound and rescue Emily with her own bare hands, to put a bullet in the head of the bastard beating her. She rubbed her belly, feeling the small bump that is barely visible under her shirt, reasoning with her logical side that this is exactly the reason why she had to pull away, run away from Emily.
The blonde flinched at another resounding crack coming through the headphones. She turned away, looking out into the open field and running her hands through her hair for what seemed like the millionth time. She gripped hard at the hair at the base of her neck and pulled, willing herself to stay put. There was silence and it was over. She sat down and took a deep breath, waiting along with the team for the next move.
It seemed like an eternity later when women and children poured from the building, followed by a blast that shook the ground. JJ was sick of fire and smoke and screams. She was tired of worrying about Emily and tired of bombs and killers and madness. She had had enough in New York, enough of the screaming in her head that told her she was going to break, that she was going to give in to this or lose her mind. She was even more sick and tired of hearing the thick Cajun accent on her voicemails that seemed to buzz in at greater frequency with each passing day.
She watched as person after person filed past, until she saw her, and saw her wrap her arms around Reid. She stood there and watched Emily look from team member to team member, scanning the crowd until dark eyes locked on blue. JJ let out the breathe she didn’t realize she had been holding, glad to see the agent in one piece, battered and bloodied, yet powerful and beautiful in her resolve. JJ slumped back into the chair behind her, resting her head in her hands. She was tired, so very tired of it all.
Later, JJ stood in the back of the plane watching everyone board. She pretended to be checking messages on her phone, when really she was deleting the last of the voicemails from Will. She had sent him a simple text, “I can’t do this.” Emily saw her in the back of the plane, noticing the empty chairs before deciding to sit at the only chair in front of Reid. She couldn’t tell what Emily was saying, but she saw the tenderness and affection in her eyes. JJ closed her eyes and turned away. It had been a long time since Emily had looked at her that way. It seemed like a lifetime ago when Garcia had been shot and a lifetime since she had felt so connected to the dark-haired agent.
She didn’t know how long they’d been in the air. JJ hadn’t moved and her eyes had been closed the entire time. She only stirred when she smelled the familiar spice of Emily’s favorite perfume. Her stomach clinched and her heart raced. The emotions were unexplainable. Every time Emily was near, her body involuntarily reacted, setting off JJ’s despicable fight or flight response, but now, there was nowhere to run.
“I can’t take it,” JJ muttered.
“What?” Emily was stunned to be addressed at all by JJ. They had barely been in the same room longer than five minutes since New York. The distance was pissing Emily off, but JJ wasn’t hers and she had to respect the blonde’s space and her decisions.
“You can take it. You said so yourself to Cyrus. You’re stronger than me. You have a fighter’s spirit, but me…I run. I always run,” Emily stood there and watched as JJ leaned her head against the wall of the cabin, looking out into the blackness beyond, the shaking of narrow shoulders the only indication that JJ was crying.
Emily suddenly felt awkward and didn’t know what to do with her hands. She started to raise them to put on JJ’s shoulders to comfort her, but she didn’t feel like she had a right to touch her. Instead, she stepped around to look JJ in the eye, leaning her shoulder against the wall.
“That’s ridiculous, JJ. Remember Hinkle? You’ve always been strong,” she shook her head, dispelling the images from that case and a shattered JJ leaning over the bathroom sink, “Where is this coming from, J? It doesn’t sound like you.”
“You. It comes from you,” Emily scrunched her eyebrows, confused, “You’re Emily Prentiss. You’re fearless and you barrel into situations without fear of consequence or failure. Me…God, I’m nothing even close to that.”
Emily shook her head, even chuckled at the thought of being seen as fearless, “It’s all a front, JJ. I’m not fearless. I’m terrified actually…of a lot of things.”
JJ gave her a crooked smile, “Oh yeah, Prentiss? Like what? What are you afraid of?”
“You,” Emily held her breath when she realized the admission had come out against her will.
JJ arched an eyebrow, “Me?”
“Yeah, you scare me,” Emily closed her eyes for a moment, steeling herself, realizing that anything she said beyond this point couldn’t be misconstrued or taken back. It would forever change everything, but she could take it. She could take anything but she couldn’t take running from this anymore.
“What you do to me scares me, JJ,” she leaned in closer, memorizing the smoky blue eyes and soft features, “You make me want to run, and you make me want to fight. Sometimes you make me so angry that I want to hurt you, push you into a wall and scream at you. You make me want to cry and laugh all at the same time, and you make my heart race and my palms sweat. I can’t sleep and I can’t eat. You make me want to love you, live for you, die for you. You make me put everything on the line and say things I never thought I’d say. Right now, you’re making me risk our friendship and the team for one moment, one flickering chance that you’ll say you feel it too. I’m terrified of you, of these feelings, of the consequences, but I can take it. I can take it all as long as it’s you giving it to me.”
Emily took the final leap and sealed their destinies with a kiss. JJ clutched at her hungrily, opening her mouth to Emily’s probing tongue. Emily fell into the kiss, allowing herself to taste the sweetness of JJ’s mouth, teasing the blonde slowly. A moan escaped JJ as she entwined their fingers and tugged the brunette into the darkened corner of the plane. She looked over Emily’s shoulder one last time to make sure the team was asleep.
“Jennifer,” Emily shook her at what JJ was implying with her smirk and devilish look.
“I thought you said you could take it, Prentiss,” JJ turned Emily around and pushed her down onto the couch in the corner, “Time to put up or shut up.”
Emily lost all coherent thought as JJ latched onto the sensitive spot between Emily’s shoulder and neck, “Shit, JJ! Oh my god!” All she could do was grab onto JJ and hold on as some demon seemed to possess the previously despondent blonde.
JJ swiftly undid Emily’s blouse, snapping the last button off in frustration and making quick work of the zipper of her black pants. Emily watched in stunned fascination as JJ sucked Emily’s already erect nipple into her warm, welcoming mouth. Emily’s hips bucked in response.
Overcome by the sounds coming from Emily, JJ couldn’t stop herself. Her logical mind was saying this was the wrong place and time, but she couldn’t rid herself of the overwhelming desire to see exactly how much Emily could take and how much the brunette was willing to give her. JJ looked up Emily’s outstretched body, involuntarily licking her lips at the sight. She was trying to decide what she wanted to do more…taste Emily or be inside of her.
Making up her mind, she pulled Emily’s black panties off and spread the long thighs in front of her. Emily felt the dull ache build inside as JJ slowly moved between her legs. Both of them watched as they balanced on the precipice, Emily encouraged her by reaching down and lacing her fingers with JJ’s. Finally, JJ leaned down and placed an almost chaste kiss on the inside of Emily’s thigh.
With her free hand, JJ reached up and spread Emily to her waiting mouth. Emily body bowed in reflex as she fought back a scream. Instead she squeezed the hand she still held. JJ moved her tongue slowly through the folds, breathing in and tasting all of Emily. A thought flickered through her mind of how good Emily tasted before she closed her eyes and buried her tongue deeper into the woman above her. JJ felt the moan Emily couldn’t voice vibrate through her body, and she was surprised to find that she was moaning as well. A need was building in her own body making her want to get closer to Emily, to possess her completely.
JJ moved up to the tight bud, taking it deep into her mouth as she pushed three fingers as deep as possible into Emily.
“Oh fuck,” Emily hoarsely whispered above her. JJ looked up the most amazing sight. Emily’s free hand was seeking purchase on the cushion behind her head, a head that was flung back, as she undulated between opening her mouth and biting on her lower lip to stop the screams. Her bare chest was heaving and her stomach muscles clenched each time JJ pushed into her. Emily’s hips rolled to meet JJ’s thrusts and then suddenly stilled as JJ felt the muscles around her fingers tighten then throb in release.
JJ kissed Emily’s thigh, wiping her mouth in the process. JJ slowly worked her way up Emily’s body, placing soft kisses on her wrist, her hip, her stomach, her shoulder. She looked into the dark eyes as they worked to refocus.
“Still scared of me?” Emily smiled a crooked, sexy smile, chuckling at how this all started.
“Terrified, but I think I can take it.”