Story: And now these three remain: faith, hope and love.
Title: And now these three remain: faith, hope and love (Corinthians 13:13). Part IV
Author: xiotonks
Fandom: Criminal Mind
Pairing: Emily/JJ, Emily/OFC
Disclaimer: I don't own them. If I did I'd sell Will and JJ and buy Jenny Shepard from NCIS
Ratings: PG-13 if you are really, really fussy
Warnings: Will maybe - and JJ friends won't probably be too happy with me, Spoilers for Lo-fi
Summary: And suddenly she's nobody left to talk to...
AN: HUGE thanks tokassandra_luem for doing her beta thing and putting up with my sometimes rather stupid mistakes.
AN2: I started this while I was in Taizé this summer. It probably shows.
V.
In the late afternoon of her first day as a civilian, Emily drives to her mother’s estate where she switches cars. Cell phone turned off and behind the wheel of a tiny little silver BMW that has always been Emily’s favorite of all the cars the Prentiss family owns, she drives back into town, cautious because Garcia is sure as hell trying to track her down. An hour later Emily is, for the first time since Chicago, entering a gay bar, determined to get either drunk or laid tonight. Or maybe both, if she’s lucky. Getting herself a drink, she chooses a table in one of the corners, private but still giving her the ability to observe the whole room - and especially the dance floor. One woman in particular is immediately catching her attention. More than a few years younger than herself, long, blonde hair and eyes that are actually more grey than blue.
She’s just about to get up and ask the girl for a dance when her path is blocked by another woman, this one a brunette. Tall, curvy, with radiant green eyes that look like extraordinary beautiful emeralds. She couldn’t interest Emily less.
“You wanna dance?”
the brunette asks her in a tone that sounds like she doesn’t expect to be turned down. When Emily looks back to the dance floor the blonde is nowhere to be seen.
“Sure, why not…”,
she shrugs and lets herself be led to the floor. After the third song the brunette pulls her closer. Breast on breast, tigh on tigh, their bodies pressed against each other. Emily suppresses a moan. Feeling the heat of a female body against her own is another thing she hasn’t been able to do for too long. After the fifth song, Emily feels hot lips caress her neck and then, after she moves her head, they are finally touching her own. It’s not too long until they rush out of the club and into the tiny little thing that is Emily’s car where they resume kissing and touching and whatever else. The lack of space, however, makes things slightly difficult. After Emily has hit her knee on the wheel and the brunette her head on the roof they stop for a while.
“Maybe we should go somewhere else…”, the brunette states.
“Yeah”, Emily replies, turning to look at her companion.
“I’m Emily, by the way.”
“I’m Megan”, says Megan, and smiles.
“So Megan, where do you live?”
“Too far away for my liking. I don’t want to wait the two hours of driving. I wasn’t actually intending to go back there tonight…”, she replies with a cheeky grin.
“My place it is then”, Emily confirms and starts the engine.