FIC: Morpheus Calls, JJ/Emily, PG
Title: Morpheus Calls
Author: darkhawkhealer
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pairing: JJ/Emily
Rating: PG
Word Count: 763
Warnings: Slight spoilers for 6.18, Lauren and 7.01, It Takes A Village
Summary: Of all the things JJ is grateful for, she's most grateful for this.
Note: Written for the Fragments of Sappho challenge at dogged_by_muses. I always pick my favorite number, and as a result, always get the same prompt. Thanks to kyrdwyn for the fresh pair of eyes, and the reassurances.
Ever since JJ had Henry, she's become a light sleeper. Sometimes it feels like she catnaps more than anything else. When the light changes in her room, JJ notices, and rises out of her light sleep to slit her eyes open against the spill from the partially-open doorway.
She would know that figure anywhere.
Even after this long, too long, JJ recognizes Emily's long, lean body where it's leaning up against the doorway. Relief slides through her, a slow melting of limbs against the bed even as she can feel the corners of her mouth turning up in a sleepy smile. JJ slides back further towards the wall, and opens the blankets in silent invitation.
It's just a few seconds' hesitation before Emily is crossing the room, slipping off her shoes and dropping her sleep pants on the side of the bed before she crawls into bed. The gentle rocking of the water bed gives JJ a convenient excuse to close the blankets against the cool air and roll closer, bare legs meeting and tangling in the moonlight.
Emily is staring at her, brow furrowed as she reaches up and smooths away stray strands of long blonde hair from JJ's forehead.
JJ can remember the last time they were like this with stunning, bittersweet clarity. It was that case in Alaska, in that little bed and breakfast. Their time together had been cut short by the case, but oh, how precious those few hours together had been. They'd started out in separate beds, facing each other and gossiping quietly while the radiator ticked in the background. Then Emily had gone to the bathroom, and come back freezing, her feet like ice.
Her bed had gotten cold in her absence, and she jumped out of it with a startled yelp that sent JJ into a fit of giggles too strong to protest when Emily had climbed into her bed with her. Emily warming her feet on JJ's calves had only renewed the laughter in them both.
And maybe it was unplanned, the way Emily had leaned forward and kissed her. All JJ knows for certain is that at the same time her brain stopped and stuttered, she was kissing back and holding onto Emily’s shoulders, wrapping her legs around Emily’s and pulling her closer. Long-fingered hands had tickled tentatively at her sides and then wrapped around her waist, holding her still - as if JJ could even contemplate going anywhere.
JJ remembers staring at Emily, seeing the same stunned confusion she felt looking back at her. She thinks she should be excused for the way the softly-uttered “Wow,” came out; her brain still wasn’t functioning properly.
The word caused Emily to laugh again, and JJ remembers the heat that had risen to her cheeks as she ducked her head. Emily squeezed her waist affectionately and then brought one hand up to brush a lock of hair out of JJ’s face.
“I completely agree.”
Then Emily had drawn her closer, until JJ was lying half on top of Emily, listening to a rapid heartbeat slow into the steady rhythm of sleep.
Now it’s JJ’s turn, and she captures Emily’s hand to draw it over her body as she rolls onto her back, waiting for Emily to catch the hint and settle herself closer. Her frame is tense, muscles rigid as JJ runs her fingers up and down the back of Emily’s neck.
“I...I haven’t been sleeping very well,” Emily confesses. Her breath is hot against JJ’s collarbone.
“Good thing you’re here, then,” JJ replies, voice husky from sleep and disuse. She has no idea what, exactly, it is that she’s trying to imply, but the sentiment stands. Of all the beds Emily could be in tonight, JJ’s glad it’s hers. “Just sleep, baby. I’ll be here.”
Emily hesitates, then nods. She squeezes JJ’s fingers with her own and then turns in JJ’s embrace, keeping a hold of the arm that was around her waist and pillowing her head on JJ’s shoulder, back pressed up against her side.
JJ wonders at that for a moment, brow furrowed, before it hits her. She turns, too, cuddling up behind Emily and wrapping her free arm high up around Emily’s ribs, mindful of her obviously still-healing injury.
JJ lets her lips brush against the nape of Emily’s neck and breathes in her scent, quietly, desperately grateful to have this chance again. The last words she utters into the dark are both a prayer and a benediction.
“Sweet dreams, Emily.”
Author: darkhawkhealer
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pairing: JJ/Emily
Rating: PG
Word Count: 763
Warnings: Slight spoilers for 6.18, Lauren and 7.01, It Takes A Village
Summary: Of all the things JJ is grateful for, she's most grateful for this.
Note: Written for the Fragments of Sappho challenge at dogged_by_muses. I always pick my favorite number, and as a result, always get the same prompt. Thanks to kyrdwyn for the fresh pair of eyes, and the reassurances.
Ever since JJ had Henry, she's become a light sleeper. Sometimes it feels like she catnaps more than anything else. When the light changes in her room, JJ notices, and rises out of her light sleep to slit her eyes open against the spill from the partially-open doorway.
She would know that figure anywhere.
Even after this long, too long, JJ recognizes Emily's long, lean body where it's leaning up against the doorway. Relief slides through her, a slow melting of limbs against the bed even as she can feel the corners of her mouth turning up in a sleepy smile. JJ slides back further towards the wall, and opens the blankets in silent invitation.
It's just a few seconds' hesitation before Emily is crossing the room, slipping off her shoes and dropping her sleep pants on the side of the bed before she crawls into bed. The gentle rocking of the water bed gives JJ a convenient excuse to close the blankets against the cool air and roll closer, bare legs meeting and tangling in the moonlight.
Emily is staring at her, brow furrowed as she reaches up and smooths away stray strands of long blonde hair from JJ's forehead.
JJ can remember the last time they were like this with stunning, bittersweet clarity. It was that case in Alaska, in that little bed and breakfast. Their time together had been cut short by the case, but oh, how precious those few hours together had been. They'd started out in separate beds, facing each other and gossiping quietly while the radiator ticked in the background. Then Emily had gone to the bathroom, and come back freezing, her feet like ice.
Her bed had gotten cold in her absence, and she jumped out of it with a startled yelp that sent JJ into a fit of giggles too strong to protest when Emily had climbed into her bed with her. Emily warming her feet on JJ's calves had only renewed the laughter in them both.
And maybe it was unplanned, the way Emily had leaned forward and kissed her. All JJ knows for certain is that at the same time her brain stopped and stuttered, she was kissing back and holding onto Emily’s shoulders, wrapping her legs around Emily’s and pulling her closer. Long-fingered hands had tickled tentatively at her sides and then wrapped around her waist, holding her still - as if JJ could even contemplate going anywhere.
JJ remembers staring at Emily, seeing the same stunned confusion she felt looking back at her. She thinks she should be excused for the way the softly-uttered “Wow,” came out; her brain still wasn’t functioning properly.
The word caused Emily to laugh again, and JJ remembers the heat that had risen to her cheeks as she ducked her head. Emily squeezed her waist affectionately and then brought one hand up to brush a lock of hair out of JJ’s face.
“I completely agree.”
Then Emily had drawn her closer, until JJ was lying half on top of Emily, listening to a rapid heartbeat slow into the steady rhythm of sleep.
Now it’s JJ’s turn, and she captures Emily’s hand to draw it over her body as she rolls onto her back, waiting for Emily to catch the hint and settle herself closer. Her frame is tense, muscles rigid as JJ runs her fingers up and down the back of Emily’s neck.
“I...I haven’t been sleeping very well,” Emily confesses. Her breath is hot against JJ’s collarbone.
“Good thing you’re here, then,” JJ replies, voice husky from sleep and disuse. She has no idea what, exactly, it is that she’s trying to imply, but the sentiment stands. Of all the beds Emily could be in tonight, JJ’s glad it’s hers. “Just sleep, baby. I’ll be here.”
Emily hesitates, then nods. She squeezes JJ’s fingers with her own and then turns in JJ’s embrace, keeping a hold of the arm that was around her waist and pillowing her head on JJ’s shoulder, back pressed up against her side.
JJ wonders at that for a moment, brow furrowed, before it hits her. She turns, too, cuddling up behind Emily and wrapping her free arm high up around Emily’s ribs, mindful of her obviously still-healing injury.
JJ lets her lips brush against the nape of Emily’s neck and breathes in her scent, quietly, desperately grateful to have this chance again. The last words she utters into the dark are both a prayer and a benediction.
“Sweet dreams, Emily.”