It was Always You, p2
Title: It was Always You, Part 2
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pairing: JJ/Emily
Archive: P&P, WIK
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine. If they were, Captain Crawfish wouldn’t exist.
Spoilers: Lo-Fi
Summary: JJ realizes her mistake.
A/N: This was started out as pure smut and ended up as romantic sap. Blame the smutty parts on sofia_lindsay and cmbfs. They’ve been writing JJ/Emily smut for weeks now and my muse likes to hang out with bad company, so…there you go!
Emily rolled over, feeling the welcome ache in her muscles, as she wrapped her arm around a slender waist. A wicked smile spread across her face. Never opening her eyes, she let her hand rediscover the soft skin underneath, sliding down over a bare hip then back to tickle the skin where thigh meets buttocks. The profiler’s smile spread wider when she felt JJ chuckle.
“My goodness, Agent Prentiss, you’re insatiable!” The brunette let the laughter overtake her as she nuzzled into the blonde hair in front of her.
“Well, you are kind of tasty and I’m kind of hungry. It’s a good thing.”
JJ rolled over to look into Emily’s dark eyes and felt a shiver run through her at the sight of her feisty and quite disheveled looking lover, “Are you always this,” she struggled for the right word, “perky in the morning?”
Emily shook her head, “I don’t do perky. You, however…” JJ jumped and giggled when the brunette tweaked an already hard nipple. Both women rolled and laughed, kissed and touched, getting lost in the moment. Eventually, JJ pulled back, breathless. She looked up at Emily’s smiling face, tucking the dark tresses behind one ear.
“What, baby?” Emily whispered.
JJ felt tears spring unbidden to her eyes. She came so close to messing everything up and losing the one person who got her, who understood and accepted her just the way she was.
“You’re so beautiful, Em,” she leaned up to press a solid kiss to the already reddened lips above her. The kiss was slow and deep as if they were trying to savor every moment. Emily felt the familiar stirring of arousal as her hips slid between JJ’s legs.
The blonde moaned before pulling away, “God, Em, you’ve gotta stop that!”
“What?” The profiler put on her best innocent expression as she pushed her hips into JJ.
“That!” The press liaison ran her nails down the cress of Emily’s spine, making her thrust harder.
“You’re one to talk, woman,” Emily leaned down to nip at the sensitive spot below JJ’s ear, “You’re encouraging me.”
JJ leaned her head to the side to give Emily better access, her legs wrapping instinctively around Emily’s waist. It took a moment for JJ to realize that the buzzing sound she heard wasn’t coming from her or Emily, but from the pile of clothes on the floor.
“Em, baby,” the brunette shook her head and continued nibbling at JJ’s collarbone, “Baby, I gotta get my phone.” Emily reached down into the jean’s pocket, flipped open the phone, and handed it to JJ without ever stopping. JJ stared at the phone, not sure if she could manage this type of multi-tasking, but feeling Emily’s tongue lick a sensitive spot near her pulse point, she realized she didn’t have a lot of choice.
“Jareau,” the blonde bit her lip to stop a moan from escaping, and then after a few seconds, “Yes, sir.”
“Hotch?” Emily brushed her tongue down the outside of JJ’s breast. JJ ran both her hands into the profiler’s hair and gave a gentle tug.
“Yeah, we’re meeting downstairs in 15.”
Emily flopped her head down on JJ’s chest, “Damn, just when it was getting good.”
“Well, there’s always the shower,” Emily jumped from the bed at lightening speed. Standing naked in the bathroom doorway, she gave her best come hither look and crooked a finger at JJ. Seeing a very naked and very willing Emily sent a shiver of anticipation through JJ’s body, and she narrowed her eyes at the vision in the doorway.
“You better not make us late, Emily Prentiss.”
“That all depends on how creative I get,” she peeked her head further into the bathroom before turning back to the blonde, “after all, the shower does have one of those unhooking shower massage thingies for getting the hard to reach spots, lots of different speeds too.”
It was JJ’s turn to fly out of the bed, pushing Emily backwards toward the shower, “We better hurry then.”
*******
Exactly 15 minutes later, they were ready to head out the door. JJ stopped dead in her tracks causing Emily to crash into her.
“Baby, watch where ya going?” Emily looked up to see the object of JJ’s distraction.
“Will,” JJ stated the obvious. He stood there directly across from them, leaning against the wall, his arms crossed. He pushed away from the wall but didn’t uncross his arms. Emily felt the hairs stand up on the back of her neck. Will was pissed and she had a bad feeling about this.
Immediately, she dropped her bag and felt her body tense, waiting. She brushed a hand across JJ’s back letting her know she was there. She could feel the tension in the blonde’s body. JJ may not be a practicing profiler, but she knew danger when she sensed it. Right now, fear was emanating from her even if she didn’t let it show.
“I see...and heard what you had to do last night,” JJ visibly winced at that. Both of them realizing the big mistake they made - forgetting that JJ and Will’s room was next door to Emily’s, the same room where JJ and Emily had been making love, occasionally noisy love too, all night.
“Fuck!” Emily swore under her breath but still audible to the other two.
“That is another way to say it,” Will sneered at Emily. She called on her years of compartmentalization to push down her anger. Instead, she took it out on the palms of her hands as her nails dug into the skin.
“We’re not doing this right now, Will.”
“Oh, yes, we are,” he grabbed JJ’s arm, “right now.” The blonde hissed at the pain in her arm, but before she could react, she saw a blur out of the corner of her eye and heard the sickening crack of bone on bone. In a flash, Emily had Will picked up by the shirt and pushed up hard against the wall. He could only struggle futilely as his feet dangled a couple of inches from the floor.
“You put a hand on her again, you little fucker, and I’ll pull your shriveled balls out through your throat,” Emily delivered a knee to his groin to drive her point home.
JJ finally snapped out of her shock, “Emily!”
The dark-haired woman spun around, “Come on, let’s go.”
JJ stared at her in amazement as she took the other woman’s hand. When they reached the elevator, she still couldn’t get over what she just saw. Emily broke down under the persistent stare, “JJ, I’m really so…” Her words were cut short as JJ kissed her senseless. Neither let go until the elevator dinged their arrival.
The blonde smiled at the suddenly shy and somewhat embarrassed look on Emily’s face, “Nobody ever told me that my knight in shining armor could really be a princess.”
“Princess!! Baby, I’m a fuckin’ queen!” JJ laughed in spite of the scary situation. They saw their team across the lobby and slowly headed toward them.
“I love you, Emily,” the blonde whispered.
“I adore you," JJ shoke a little at the look of emotion on Emily's elegant face, a look that went far deeper than morning-after sexual bliss. It was adoration, pure and simple.