Unexpected Circumstances part 9
Title: unexpected circumstances part 9/?
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pairing: Emily/JJ
Archiving - passion and perfection if anyone else would like it let me know layla
Summary - Emily and JJ find a case hitting too close to home for both of them, in more ways than one.
Rating - could get to R
Disclaimers: I don't own Criminal Minds, except my own
Notes: so, i purposfully used the Japanese names for the sushi because ... well i felt like it i guess... if you want to know what the ladies are enjoying you can find a picture guide here
part 1
part 2
part 3
part 4
part 5
part 6
part 7
part 8
There was no mistaking JJ’s intention as she leaned across the table offering the first bite to Emily. There was a long second in which Emily was frozen by the intensity in JJ’s gaze and her own panic. She had dreamt innumerable variations on this moment but now that it was here she couldn’t quite wrap her brain around it.
“Unless, of course, you don’t want any,” there was no denying the thinly veiled meaning in those words. Something in the tone snapped Emily out of her haze and she smoothly leaned in to meet JJ halfway.
“Oh, I definitely want some,” Emily breathed out the words, making her meaning abundantly clear. Her eyes never left JJ’s as she accepted the other woman’s offering, taking it into her mouth, teeth and lips gently brushing the tips of JJ’s fingers. The combination of the succulent, complex flavors playing across her palate and the look in JJ’s eyes sent waves of pleasure throughout Emily’s body. Unable and unwilling to quell her body’s response her eyes fluttered shut ever so briefly before she leaned back in her chair savoring hints of salt and sea on her tongue.
JJ could not possibly have prepared herself for the sensations that accompanied feeding Emily that one bite. From the moment their eyes met and Emily leaned in accepting the offered morsel the world had taken on a hazy quality around the edges. There was nothing outside of those deep dark eyes and those perfect red lips. The soft brush of them against JJ’s fingertips had left her feeling a strange combination of numbness and hyper-sensitivity. Her pulse had begun to throb in a powerful, almost painful way. She tried to find her voice, to say anything, but her words had fled.
Emily was faced with a shockingly easy choice. She could follow her erratically beating heart or the ever-present, if suddenly tiny, voice of reason in her head. She wasn’t even conscious she had reached a decision but it seemed her body and her heart knew precisely where they wanted to go and the rest of her was just along for the ride. This feeling was thrilling and unfamiliar and ever so slightly terrifying. It was her turn now in the delicate back and forth that had developed between them as the evening progressed. She reached out selecting a piece of the unagi and held it out for JJ.
“Your turn,” she was surprised at the sound of her own voice, slightly rough around the edges.
JJ’s response was immediate she shifted toward Emily taking the offered bite in her mouth allowing her tongue to delicately brush and linger over Emily’s fingers. It was excruciating and delicious for both of them. Neither one was exactly sure how this had begun. Neither of them had the least desire for it to end. But they both knew something was going to have to give or they were running the risk of spontaneous combustion.
Emily, as much as she enjoyed her racing pulse and the delicious ache JJ had triggered with the whispered touch of her tongue, knew more words would have to be shared. Their friendship was too valuable and their job too insane to risk it all for one night. If the intensity building between them was any indication one night would never be enough, for either of them. The chance of having more would be well worth the conversation. Instead of diving in with logical, analytical questions Emily chose a different tack. She reached her hand out, palm up fingers open and relaxed, an obvious invitation.
JJ welcomed the gesture, returning it by slipping her hand into Emily’s lacing their fingers together. She didn’t bother to suppress the shiver that raced through her at the contact; at this point it seemed silly to hide her attraction. Instead she allowed herself to soak up the beauty of the moment and the woman across the table.
“I wasn’t exactly expecting this,” Emily only wished she could somehow be as smooth and polished as she often pretended to be, but she could tell her shy inner dork was going to lead this conversation.
“Yeah, me neither,” JJ wasn’t exactly feeling supremely articulate either, her heart was beating too fast and her head was too light.
“So, how long have you…is this…I mean,” Emily could feel her tongue tripping over words not sure which question to ask or if she really wanted answers.
“How long have I known I was attracted to women? Or how long have I been attracted to you?” JJ felt a certain boldness in the face of how adorably shy and stumbling Emily had become. She was so used to seeing Emily Prentiss, FBI she couldn’t help but be wooed by this uncertain, almost geeky Emily she’d only ever heard about.
“Both,” Emily shrugged thankful that one of them seemed to be able to form a complete sentence.
“Since soccer camp when I was twelve and since the very first moment I saw you in Hotch’s office.” Her answer was direct, simple, and completely honest. “What about you?”
“I went to a series of all girls boarding schools, so I don’t really remember a time I didn’t know and since the very first moment I saw you in Hotch’s office.” Emily smiled across at JJ. It would seem for members of the most elite team in the FBI at studying human behavior they’d both been missing some serious clues.
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pairing: Emily/JJ
Archiving - passion and perfection if anyone else would like it let me know layla
Summary - Emily and JJ find a case hitting too close to home for both of them, in more ways than one.
Rating - could get to R
Disclaimers: I don't own Criminal Minds, except my own
Notes: so, i purposfully used the Japanese names for the sushi because ... well i felt like it i guess... if you want to know what the ladies are enjoying you can find a picture guide here
part 1
part 2
part 3
part 4
part 5
part 6
part 7
part 8
There was no mistaking JJ’s intention as she leaned across the table offering the first bite to Emily. There was a long second in which Emily was frozen by the intensity in JJ’s gaze and her own panic. She had dreamt innumerable variations on this moment but now that it was here she couldn’t quite wrap her brain around it.
“Unless, of course, you don’t want any,” there was no denying the thinly veiled meaning in those words. Something in the tone snapped Emily out of her haze and she smoothly leaned in to meet JJ halfway.
“Oh, I definitely want some,” Emily breathed out the words, making her meaning abundantly clear. Her eyes never left JJ’s as she accepted the other woman’s offering, taking it into her mouth, teeth and lips gently brushing the tips of JJ’s fingers. The combination of the succulent, complex flavors playing across her palate and the look in JJ’s eyes sent waves of pleasure throughout Emily’s body. Unable and unwilling to quell her body’s response her eyes fluttered shut ever so briefly before she leaned back in her chair savoring hints of salt and sea on her tongue.
JJ could not possibly have prepared herself for the sensations that accompanied feeding Emily that one bite. From the moment their eyes met and Emily leaned in accepting the offered morsel the world had taken on a hazy quality around the edges. There was nothing outside of those deep dark eyes and those perfect red lips. The soft brush of them against JJ’s fingertips had left her feeling a strange combination of numbness and hyper-sensitivity. Her pulse had begun to throb in a powerful, almost painful way. She tried to find her voice, to say anything, but her words had fled.
Emily was faced with a shockingly easy choice. She could follow her erratically beating heart or the ever-present, if suddenly tiny, voice of reason in her head. She wasn’t even conscious she had reached a decision but it seemed her body and her heart knew precisely where they wanted to go and the rest of her was just along for the ride. This feeling was thrilling and unfamiliar and ever so slightly terrifying. It was her turn now in the delicate back and forth that had developed between them as the evening progressed. She reached out selecting a piece of the unagi and held it out for JJ.
“Your turn,” she was surprised at the sound of her own voice, slightly rough around the edges.
JJ’s response was immediate she shifted toward Emily taking the offered bite in her mouth allowing her tongue to delicately brush and linger over Emily’s fingers. It was excruciating and delicious for both of them. Neither one was exactly sure how this had begun. Neither of them had the least desire for it to end. But they both knew something was going to have to give or they were running the risk of spontaneous combustion.
Emily, as much as she enjoyed her racing pulse and the delicious ache JJ had triggered with the whispered touch of her tongue, knew more words would have to be shared. Their friendship was too valuable and their job too insane to risk it all for one night. If the intensity building between them was any indication one night would never be enough, for either of them. The chance of having more would be well worth the conversation. Instead of diving in with logical, analytical questions Emily chose a different tack. She reached her hand out, palm up fingers open and relaxed, an obvious invitation.
JJ welcomed the gesture, returning it by slipping her hand into Emily’s lacing their fingers together. She didn’t bother to suppress the shiver that raced through her at the contact; at this point it seemed silly to hide her attraction. Instead she allowed herself to soak up the beauty of the moment and the woman across the table.
“I wasn’t exactly expecting this,” Emily only wished she could somehow be as smooth and polished as she often pretended to be, but she could tell her shy inner dork was going to lead this conversation.
“Yeah, me neither,” JJ wasn’t exactly feeling supremely articulate either, her heart was beating too fast and her head was too light.
“So, how long have you…is this…I mean,” Emily could feel her tongue tripping over words not sure which question to ask or if she really wanted answers.
“How long have I known I was attracted to women? Or how long have I been attracted to you?” JJ felt a certain boldness in the face of how adorably shy and stumbling Emily had become. She was so used to seeing Emily Prentiss, FBI she couldn’t help but be wooed by this uncertain, almost geeky Emily she’d only ever heard about.
“Both,” Emily shrugged thankful that one of them seemed to be able to form a complete sentence.
“Since soccer camp when I was twelve and since the very first moment I saw you in Hotch’s office.” Her answer was direct, simple, and completely honest. “What about you?”
“I went to a series of all girls boarding schools, so I don’t really remember a time I didn’t know and since the very first moment I saw you in Hotch’s office.” Emily smiled across at JJ. It would seem for members of the most elite team in the FBI at studying human behavior they’d both been missing some serious clues.