Wicked: The non Oz version - Part 2
Title: Wicked: The non Oz version
Fandom: Criminal Minds/The Inside/Untraceable/Gossip Girl/Final Destination
Pairings: Jennifer Jareau with Elle Greenaway/Emily Prentiss/Jennifer Marsh/Clear Rivers/Blair Waldorf/Rebecca Locke and a few original characters
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters from Criminal Minds, Gossip Girl, The Inside, Final Destination or Untraceable.
Rating: 14A
Summary: Jennifer Jareau delves into her wild side.
A/N: Wanted to try out some smut before I begin my epic crossover story. And if I’m going to do smut, might as well go crazy with it. Don’t expect any well thought out stories or character portrayals here.
A/N2: Just to let people know in advance, I’m intentionally making Jennifer Jareau a twisted pervert for this story, hence the title. So this is a warning to anyone who might be offended because some scenes may come off as borderline rape.
A/N3: For anyone unaware, Jennifer Marsh is from the movie Untraceable, played by Diane Lane. Rebecca Locke is from the TV series The Inside, played by Rachel Nichols. Finally Clear Rivers is from the first and second Final Destination movies, played by Ali Larter.
A/N4: Special thanks to my wonderful betas calliopes_muse and amethystfirefly over at Dreamwidth
Part 2
The door opened and Jennifer stepped in the house carrying Devon on her shoulders. He woke up to the feeling of being dropped on hard wood floors. He shook his head trying to register where he was. Jennifer grabbed him by the leg, and dragged him into the bedroom where Sara was resting.
Sara was startled by the ruckus in the other room, and turned to glance in the direction of the noise. She saw Jennifer dragging someone into the room. The height of the bed made it hard for Sara to get a good look at the other person’s face.
“Sara…” Jennifer grabbed Devon’s torso and raised it high enough for the young woman to see, “Is this him?”
The young woman’s eyes widened in shock when she recognized the man who victimized her a few days ago. She panicked a bit, “Yeah… yeah that’s him.”
“So you’re still alive,” he remarked at the sight of Sara. He saw the duty belt on the counter, then turned to look up at Jennifer, “So, what? You’re a cop?”
“Something like that,” Jennifer answered with a strict tone.
He stared back at the woman on the bed, “Miss me? We had so much fun back at my place.”
Jennifer swung a fist at Devon and knocked the man off his knees. Blood dripped down the corner of his mouth. He reacted by laughing at it, “That’s quite a punch you have there.”
“You want to see how hard I kick too?” The ball of Jennifer’s shoe made contact with Devon’s face. She kicked him again and again. The grin on his face was gone, more blood dripped down his face, leaving him semi conscious. “That’s for beating her up.”
The agent marched over to the counter where her duty belt was set. Jennifer took her taser out, and the blonde looked down at Sara, “You want to get back at this guy? Now’s the chance.”
“Bring me to him,” she replied.
Jennifer placed the electrical weapon in the younger woman’s clutches then carried her off the bed. Sara was close enough to shock Devon in the leg. “Closer,” she requested.
Once close enough, Sara pressed the taser against the man’s stomach and hit the button. He let out a shriek.
“That’s for trying to kill me!” Sara yelled out.
Jennifer can’t help but feel a bit pleased at what Sara just did. “I’ll take that now.” She retrieved the taser and carried the younger woman back onto the bed. The agent put the taser back then dragged Devon out of the room.
Jennifer pulled out a chair and set Devon on it. His arms were placed around the backrest. She found materials in the cabinets to tie him with. She bound him to the chair with rope, and slipped the rope around the chain of the cuffs to make sure he’s fastened down.
Devon still saw Sara through the open door of the bedroom. “You know it was still worth it,” he called out to her.
The blonde agent ripped out a piece of duct tape and attached it to the man’s mouth, “You shut up.” She then walked over and closed the door to the bedroom.
*****
The colour of red and blue from an ambulance and police car turned around out in the driveway, lighting up the dark exterior of the summer house. The officers escorted Devon into the cruiser while paramedics carried Sara on a stretcher. Jennifer followed her into the ambulance. She smiled and clutched the younger woman’s hand, “Told ya you were going to be alright.”
Sara signaled the blonde to come closer, trying to get a message to her. Jennifer leaned closer and that was when Sara raised her head up enough to kiss the blonde on the lips. “My hero,” she said gratefully.
*end flashback*
That was how it all started. She did visit Sara while the young woman was in the hospital, but something about that time in the lake house got to her. The power and control of the situation she had, getting the girl in the end. It activated a side to the media liaison she never knew was there.
Jennifer took a sip from her glass.
The first time she finally decided to act upon that side, when it surfaced again, was when the team was flying back from a case they just finished. They arrived late in the night, and her colleague Elle Greenaway was too tired to drive, so Jennifer offered to take her home.
*flashback*
Elle slept throughout the entire car ride. When they arrived at Elle’s apartment, Jennifer was able to tell how eager she was to get to bed.
If it wasn’t for Elle’s sleep deprived state, she might have questioned why her colleague followed her to the bedroom, rather than leaving once Elle got inside. The brunette turned around to face the blonde. “Thanks for taking me home,” she said in a tired voice.
That was when Jennifer made her move. She pushed Elle down and pinned her down on the bed. The sudden action sent a jolt through the brunette’s body that made her more coherent of her situation. “JJ, what are you doing?” she asked with a confused look on her face.
“You’re the profiler, you tell me,” the blonde answered with an alluring voice.
Elle saw the small smirk forming in the corner of the blonde’s mouth, “If I didn’t know any better, I would say you were attracted to me.”
“Good guess,” Jennifer swiftly moved in to kiss Elle.
Surprise filled the older agent. This was not the Jennifer Jareau she had known. She didn’t even hesitate when kissing Elle. Elle tried to get the blonde off her, but now she’s caught by another surprise: Jennifer was physically stronger than Elle gave her credit for. Jennifer grabbed her wrists and held them over her head. She attempted to break free, but it’s easier said than done.
Jennifer pulled away from the kiss. Her breathing was harder than before. A satisfied smile plastered on her face, “That felt so good.”
“JJ, let go and I’ll pretend that didn’t just happened,” Elle asked politely, trying to control the situation.
Jennifer crossed Elle’s wrists together then held them down with one hand. She ran a finger along Elle’s face with her other hand. “You didn’t think kissing you is all I had planned for tonight, did you?”
They looked into each other’s eyes. Elle could see there’s a lot in store for her in those seductive blue eyes. How could she not have known about this part of Jennifer all this time? How could all of her colleagues not have known about this part of her? Maybe it was just the way the woman presented herself. Appearing like the wholesome sweet girl next door from a small town. It was enough for them to assume there couldn’t be anything dark underneath the surface.
Suddenly, Elle felt metal around her wrist. While Elle was in a daze, Jennifer took the brunette’s handcuffs, and attached her to the bed frame. “Stop this right now JJ, or I’m going to scream.”
Jennifer placed a hand over the other agent’s mouth. “I’m going to do this with one hand if I have to.”
The blonde then started to trail her other hand along the brunette’s body. She kept the contact above her clothes. “Elle Greenaway, so tense, so strict, always trying to prove yourself,” the blonde’s hand travelled up Elle’s torso to rest on top of one of her breasts.
“There must be a lot of frustration inside that pretty head. Probably wish some handsome man would just come up, and take all that frustration away. However, that man never came. None that you deemed fit anyways.” Jennifer ran her hand up the hem of Elle’s shirt. Soft fingers moved underneath the fabric, and caressed the skin around the collar bone; finally moving under the shoulder strap of the brunette’s bra.
“Maybe the problem here is that a man was never supposed to be the one to do it. And something tells me you’re not going to scream even if I take my hand off your mouth.” Jennifer did exactly that. The hand came off and made its way down to Elle’s waist. The blonde rubbed her colleague’s stomach sensually while the other hand advanced underneath the brunette and unhooked her bra.
Elle looked at the younger woman and saw how she’s really into this. She could have stopped this by yelling for help if she wanted to, but she didn’t. The older agent couldn’t believe it, Jennifer was right. She was actually enjoying the way the blonde was touching her. Rather than trying to think of a way out of this situation, Elle’s attention was on the way Jennifer was touching her ribs, and the anxiety she got knowing those fingers were going to be making their way up to the breast. Turned out Jennifer was a better profiler than she gave her credit for too.
When Jennifer’s hand came up to Elle’s breast, the brunette found herself liking the feeling it generated. “Kiss me again JJ?” she asked of the blonde.
Jennifer grinned, almost sadistically, and fulfilled the request. Their lips locked as the younger woman continued to fondle the other agent’s bosom. If someone was to tell Elle a week ago that Jennifer Jareau of all people was going to be the one to relieve her sexual tension, the brunette would have found the statement outrageous. However, the very situation she would have never expected was happening. Unbeknownst to her, the hand Jennifer had resting on top of her belly unzipped the brunette’s pants and made its way down.
The sudden sensation caught Elle by surprise, and she moaned into Jennifer’s mouth. Soft lips, smooth skin, nice breasts pressed against her, wonderful fragrance, and soft hands fondling and caressing both her pleasure areas, this was so new to Elle, and Jennifer was going the whole way with it. The older woman’s thighs tensed up and tightened closer to one another in a reflex manner. The younger woman hooked one of Elle’s legs with her own, and pinned it down, giving Jennifer more space to move her hand.
*Special Author's Note* Stupid LJ wouldn't allow me to post the entire scene, so I apologize for cutting you off like this.
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