Title: Love in an Elevator
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pairing: Emily/JJ, of course…who else?
Archive: P&P, WIK
Disclaimer: No profit being made and unfortunately, I don’t own these fine ladies. This would definitely happen if I did.
A/N: This is post LoFi, so there may be a few spoilers. This is for sofia_lindsay because she’s been incredibly patient with my muse that went MIA after IDF. Sofia needed an Em/JJ smut fix…here you go, buddy!
A/N2: Not beta’d. Heck, this was FOR my beta, so I couldn’t very well let her read it. *wink*
Emily stood in the hallway, mulling over her first day back to work. After the bombings in New York and the closing of their case, Hotch gave everyone a week off to get themselves together before tackling the next case. Emily was beginning to wonder if there would ever be enough time off to help her forget the earth-shattering news that JJ was pregnant. On top of it, she was marrying that detective. The brunette still couldn’t bring herself to say his name, even in her head, and she feared that it would only be a matter of time before JJ picked up on her obvious distaste for the New Orleans cop. When she heard the news of the pregnancy, she tried to suppress her own disappointment. In fact, looking back on it, she thinks she may have laid her false enthusiasm on a bit thick.
The profiler had yet to see JJ this morning and wondered how she’d feel and react to the one person on the team that she felt not only comfortable with, but bonded to, like no other. Her start at the BAU had been rocky to say the least and with time she had managed to gain the team’s trust, but all she cared about at this moment was not ruining the one friendship that, if she lost, would devastate her the most. So, when the elevator doors opened and she saw the familiar blonde head bowed in concentration at the files in her arms, she took a deep breath and put on a fake smile.
“Hey!” JJ jerked her head up at the chipper voice.
“Well hi, Em! Did you have a good week off?” She turned to face the dark-haired woman as she burrowed herself deep into the corner of the elevator. After years of being on the BAU, JJ had learned to pick up on body language, inflection, and tone. What she saw in the slightly slumped shoulders and smile that didn’t reach dark eyes worried her. Emily was sad and hurting. She was wounded and trying to find a way to protect herself from more pain. The press liaison had noticed the subtle changes in Emily’s body language not long after Will had shown up on one of their cases. These changes became more and more pronounced after Emily had practically shoved JJ into Will’s arms after a case. JJ didn’t have to seek out Reid, the boy genius, for analysis of this situation. The blonde was pretty sure that Emily felt something for JJ and the news of Will and the baby only exacerbated the agent’s pain.
Truth be told, JJ wasn’t sure why she had been running from Emily and of all people ran into Will’s arms. In spite of the fact that members of the team shouldn’t become romantically involved, Emily and JJ were grown women and capable of approaching this situation like adults. So why didn’t they? It was a question that plagued JJ. It was getting to the point of keeping her up nights. She had dreaded coming back to work, but couldn’t imagine staying away. Every day she feared walking into the office to get the news that Emily had resigned, yet she couldn’t bring herself to be honest with Emily either. To force the issue and call this what it was. Love.
When the elevator started to move, Emily broke into her thoughts, “It was good, I guess. Nothing special. You?” Emily flinched at her own comments. This conversation was more painful than having a tooth pulled without anesthetic.
“It was okay. Nothing special,” the blonde laughed at the repetition of Emily’s own words, who politely smiled in response. Both stood silent praying for the ride to end quickly. Both got their wish, but not the way they wanted it, when all the lights went out and the elevator jerked to a halt. As the orange glow of the emergency lights came on, they stared at each other as realization hit.
Emily was the first to react. She banged ineffectually at the metal door, “No, no, no!!! Damn it, come on!”
JJ, however, was slowly backing up to the wall, a look of panic on her face, “Em?”
The brunette turned to see a wide-eyed JJ sinking to the floor, “JJ, are you okay?”
“Em? Emily!” Her breath came in short, quick gasps, and her vision was starting to tunnel. “Oh god, oh god, I can’t breathe.” Emily knelt down in front of JJ, grabbing her face between both hands, forcing the blonde to look her in the eyes. Emily hissed as JJ’s nails dug into her forearms.
“JJ! JJ, look at me!” Frightened blue eyes anchored onto warm brown centering her. “I’ve got you. We’re okay. Take a slow deep breath.” JJ followed the instructions and took a deep breath, feeling herself immediately relax. “Don’t look away. Just look at me.” JJ wasn’t finding the commands hard to follow. She was, in fact, enjoying the soft caress of Emily’s thumb against her cheek and her hands on the warm skin of Emily’s forearms. She had yet to break eye contact with the brunette and the intensity of the moment made her hyperaware of every sensation. She watched with fascination as Emily licked her lips.
Emily noticed the movement of JJ’s eyes to her mouth, the gradual darkening of blue eyes into a sensuous violet, and JJ’s own sympathetic response as the blonde bit her bottom lip. The profiler’s heart sped up at the signals JJ was sending. When she tried to pull away, JJ refused to let her arms go.
“No more running, Emily. You can’t tell me you don’t want this too.” Emily lost all sense of time and space as the words hit home. JJ wanted her. The feelings were mutual. It was almost more than Emily could comprehend. This moment was better than any dream or fantasy she had ever had about JJ. “Do you want me, Emily?”
Words wouldn’t come. All the emotion Emily felt was stuck inside so she decided to show the other woman exactly how she felt instead by kissing her in a way that left no room for doubt. JJ closed her eyes at the touch of Emily’s mouth and moaned as her tongue teasingly entered her mouth. Slowly, their mouths discovered each other building a tension between them as the sensations binding them together spread throughout their bodies. Suddenly, JJ found that she couldn’t get the brunette close enough and was tugging at her feverishly, eventually wrapping her legs around the other woman’s waist trying to get as close as possible.
Emily broke contact with JJ’s mouth and let her lips explore along the cheek and jawline she had been caressing only moments before. JJ returned the favor by pushing aside Emily’s collar and biting gently but firmly at the base of Emily’s neck. The brunette let her head fall back, savoring the feeling of JJ’s mouth on her neck and her hands kneading her breasts through her shirt, until she caught sight of the security camera in the corner.
“Um, JJ? Maybe we better stop.”
JJ pulled back, completely confused, “What? Why?” She followed Emily’s gaze over her shoulder to the camera. JJ turned back to her with a wicked smile. “Power’s out, Em. It’s not recording.” She watched the smile of understanding slowly spread over the dark features. Slowly her hands picked up where they left off, teasing Emily’s nipples through the material.
“This shirt really needs to go, Em.” Emily couldn’t agree more. A small part of her questioned the logic of this situation. That same part of her wanted to wine and dine JJ. Take her out on a proper date. The larger part of her wanted to feel JJ’s skin against hers…now.
“JJ, are you sure you want to do this, like this?” Emily panted as her bra joined her shirt on the floor. She quickly learned that JJ liked to torture her as her nipples grew tighter from being squeezed and flicked.
“No, not really,” Emily pulled back, looking at her strangely. “I have far too many clothes on too.” Emily smirked and leaned back further to enjoy the show as JJ proceeded to remove her own shirt and bra. “Do you want to touch me?”
The brunette quirked an eyebrow at JJ, “No, not at all.” JJ had a retort at the ready that got cutoff by Emily’s hot mouth on her breast.
“Jesus!!!” JJ fell back against the wall, looking down her body at the mane of dark hair spread out across her chest. She was losing control and fast as her hips bucked at the sensation of Emily’s mouth sucking her harder and harder. “Oh god, Em!” All pretense was gone. She had to have this woman and she had to have her right now. She fumbled with the buckle of her own pants and grabbed a hand holding her tightly around the waist. “Em?” The profiler looked up with hooded eyes. The emotions that rocketed through the blonde at the sight took her breath away. “I need you, Em. Please,” she whispered desperately.
Emily watched the emotions dance across JJ’s face as she pulled her up straighter and pushed her hand past the band of her underwear. With painstaking slowness, Emily slid two fingers into JJ. JJ’s eyes started to drift closed at the exquisite feeling of Emily inside of her, “Look at me.” The look of complete adoration and unrestrained passion in Emily’s dark eyes was all too much.
“I love you, Emily.” Her hips picked up the steady, sure rhythm of Emily’s fingers. She could feel the tingling start in her toes and fingers as the orgasm built from a far off distance, like a wave crashing to the shore. They kept eye contact, close enough to kiss, but far enough off to watch the changes on each other’s face. Emily saw the wave coming closer as JJ struggled to keep her eyes open, her body tensing and tightening, until she could no longer hold it. At that moment, Emily gave her heart to the woman in her arms, “I love you too, Jennifer.” JJ pulled Emily closer, burying her face in the other woman’s neck, as she cried out Emily’s name.
The elevator lurched as the power came back on, forcing both women to hurriedly put their clothes back on. JJ smirked as she looked over at Emily, “I guess that’s one way to handle a panic attack.”
Emily finished buttoning her shirt and leaned over to kiss JJ, a thousand watt smile plastered across her face, “I have many skills.”
Title: Underneath the Ashes
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Rating: PG-13, descriptions of bodily harm
Event: Written for International Day of Femslash
Archiving: P&P, WIK
A/N: Not really one to give, just used to having this here. I guess this is kind of a “what if” scenario story.
Emily slammed into the hard metal of her car door and lost her balance from the jolt of the explosion. Scrambling to her knees, she could see the flames and already smelled the nauseating scent of burning rubber. She knew the rest of the team’s cars were parked in the vicinity and with a sickening dread she took off in a wild sprint in the direction of the charred vehicle.
When she rounded the corner, the flames were beginning to abate but the heat knocked her back on her heels. Morgan tore around the other corner from the opposite direction in a frenzy. He was followed close behind by Hotch, Reid, and Garcia. Rossi brought up the rear. They all looked frantically around. Something was missing. Something was terribly wrong.
“Oh god, JJ,” the brunette brought her hand up to her mouth, already heading in the direction of the burning SUV. Tears sprang to her eyes, her hands visibly shaking, “No, no, no, no, no.” Before Morgan could grab her to restrain her, Emily took off in a run for the SUV.
“Emily!!!” Everyone followed the dark-haired profiler as she disappeared past the dying flames closest to the building.
All they heard as they approached was Emily’s tearful mantra, “Not JJ. Not JJ. Not JJ.”
When they got closer, choking on the acrid smell of gas, rubber, and the distinct stench of burning human flesh, they saw Emily hunched over, her arms wrapped around a body, and rocking gently.
“Oh god,” Garcia was the first to react when she saw the shock of bloody blonde hair.
“Jesus Christ,” Rossi muttered. Reid stood silent his fingers wrapped in a death grip in his messy hair.
Morgan squatted down on the other side of Emily and JJ, quickly assessing the injuries.
“Emily,” the handsome agent coaxed.
“No!” Emily pulled JJ tighter into her arms. Both women were covered in blood. It was everywhere, but there wasn’t one large wound. Instead, JJ’s body had been pierced by thousands of shards of glass. The flashing of the fire had lightly singed her skin and the ends of her hair. The lack of a major wound only concerned Morgan more since the damage probably lurked unseen.
“Emily,” Morgan spoke more urgently, “let me check her. We need to know the extent of her wounds…please.”
Emily’s dark eyes caught her friend’s, “I can’t lose her, Morgan. I can’t…,” the brunette’s tears turned to full-blown sobs, “I never told her.”
“Emily, she’s going to be fine, you hear me? She’s strong. You’ll get your chance to tell her, but right now, we need to get her help.” Sirens could be heard in the distance. The profiler knew he was right, knew she had to let go, but she couldn’t. She could still lose her and that fear ripped her up inside.
Fire trucks and ambulances rounded the corner, “C’mon, Em.” Morgan reached out his hand. The EMT’s were running toward the scene. Emily closed her eyes and kissed JJ’s forehead, feeling the rough glass embedded in the pale skin beneath her lips.
“In case I never get another chance, know I love you, Jennifer. I’ve always loved you,” she gently laid JJ down on the ground and moved away to let the EMT’s through. Morgan pulled the profiler to him, protectively placing an arm around her. They watched until JJ was placed in the back of the ambulance.
Hotch stepped up to the pair, after giving a brief rundown of the events to the local police, and calling
“Take me to the hospital. I’ve got to be with her,” Hotch simply nodded and Morgan walked her to the car. Seeing the dark SUV, she pulled back, shaking her head.
“No! I can’t get in there.”
“Emily, it’s five miles to the hospital. You can’t walk it,” Hotch reasoned.
“Then get me a cab. I’m not getting in there.”
Ten hours later, the sun had come up but the mood in the waiting room was bleak. Emily hadn’t moved. She refused to leave until they had news on JJ’s condition. Morgan and Hotch stood sentry on each side of the room, while the rest of the team was spread out around the room in various states of sleep or anticipation.
The room suddenly burst to life as the doctor came barreling through the doors making a sleeping Reid fall out of his chair in surprise. Emily was the first in front of the doctor.
“Well?” Her voice was rough from lack of use.
“It’s going to be touch and go for the next 24 hours. Apparently, the force of the explosion threw her up against the concrete wall at a side angle so her back didn’t take the force of the blow. Her shoulder is pretty much shattered. Our ortho surgeon will be in today to check her x-rays. If she stabilizes, we can get to work on fixing those injuries. She’s a helluva lucky woman though. Aside from that, a concussion, a broken ankle and too many small cuts to count, she seems fine. Surprisingly, there was no internal bleeding.”
The team looked at each other, thinking of the question they were all afraid to ask, but Emily eventually spoke up, “And the baby?”
The doctor smiled, “That’s the biggest miracle of all. The baby’s fine and looks like she’s on the way to having a perfectly healthy baby girl.”
Emily smiled for the first time since this all began, “A girl. When can we see her?”
“When we get her settled into her room, I’ll have one of the nurses come and get you.”
“Thank you, doctor.”
A couple of hours later the team was huddled around JJ’s bed. As if by mutual understanding, Emily was seated in the chair next to her bed, her hand resting gently in the blonde’s.
The doctor came into the room, checked her vitals and reviewed her chart.
“She’s holding steady and that’s a good sign, but we have no idea how long she’ll stay unconscious. You all really should go home and try to get some rest.”
“We can’t rest,” Hotch spoke for his team matter-of-factly, “Whoever did this is still out there and still a threat to JJ and to this team. She’d want us to get back to work.”
Morgan clenched his jaw but nodded determinedly, “Hotch is right. We can’t lose our focus.”
“Let’s get to it then,” Garcia finally spoke in an uncharacteristically serious tone before heading to JJ’s bedside and giving her a soft kiss to her forehead, “We’ll get these bastards. I swear to you, we will.”
As the team headed out the door, Hotch came to stand at Emily’s side. She didn’t want to leave, and she really didn’t need to get a dressing down by her boss right now.
“Hotch…,” he put a hand on her shoulder before she could finish.
“Stay with her. She’ll need you here when she wakes up,” she looked up at him with relief and in return he gave her a rare smile.
“Just take care of her, Emily. Be good to her,” Emily simply nodded in response.
The soft, rhythmic rubbing of a thumb against the back of her hand woke her from the sound sleep she had fallen into. Lifting her head from the side of the bed with a groan, Emily gazed into the most beautiful blue eyes she’d ever seen.
“Hi,” JJ’s voice was rough from having the breathing apparatus removed earlier.
“Hey, yourself. Glad you’re back,” Emily sat up on the edge of the bed.
“How do you feel?”
“Like someone tried to rip my teeth out through my ass,” Emily grimaced at the description.
“Um, that’s what morphine’s for,” the brunette picked up the button for calling the nurse, “pressing this will get you more.”
The blonde smiled, “Later. So, how long was I out?” The brunette had to think because she had lost track of time while waiting beside JJ’s bed.
“Actually, I think it’s only been a day and a half. Seems longer,” she pushed her hair behind her ear, feeling the grime of two days unshowered in her hair.
JJ had yet to let go of Emily’s hand, “What happened?”
“What do you remember?” Emily was bracing herself for the questions she knew was coming. She had thought about how to explain Will but never really let the conversation in her head get past the point they were at now.
JJ looked down at their entwined hands, thinking, her brows knitting together, “A flash of light. That’s all.”
Emily looked down as well, taking a deep breath, “Well, apparently, the unsubs targeted the team and rigged one of our vehicles with explosives…yours was the unfortunate one chosen.”
The profiler paused to let the blonde process the information, her blue eyes focused in concentration.
“Will,” she stated the name not as a question but as fact.
“I’m sorry, JJ. I’m so sorry,” Emily expected the blonde to cry, but the tears never came.
“And the baby?” JJ hadn’t made eye contact yet, but Emily squeezed her hand to get her to focus, a beaming smile coming to her face.
“The baby’s fine. The doctor said it was basically a miracle,” JJ finally let out the breath she had been holding.
“I’m really sorry about Will,” JJ shook her head and closed her eyes.
“JayJ, don’t say that! You’re just in shock. It’s okay to be upset,” JJ actually started to laugh.
“I’m not upset, Em,” clear, blue eyes zeroed in on her own brown ones, locking them both in the moment, “I didn’t love Will. I never loved him.”
“But I thought?” Shaking her head, she tried to make sense of the last few weeks and months, “I don’t get it. You were going to marry him.”
“But he’s not the one I wanted to marry.”
The brunette was looking at her truly confused, “So, there’s someone else?”
“Yeah, and if I have only learned one thing from all this is that time can’t be wasted. Even in the ashes of a tragedy, a treasure can be found. Emily, if my life had taken a different kind of path or the last few months had gone a different way, you would have been the one killed in that explosion. But you weren’t. And you’re here…now…with me and with this baby,” JJ was becoming as animated as one could with wires and tubes hooked up to her. Emily watched her in awe as the tears she had been waiting for at the news of Will, finally started to come to the surface.
“Jennifer, what are you saying?” Emily nearly whispered.
The blonde quirked an eyebrow at the agent, a smile gracing her lips, “You’re the profiler. Guess.”
Emily felt her heart beat faster at the teasing and flirting that had been sorely missing from their friendship in the last few months, “Hmmm, well, it seems to me that you’re insinuating that I’m your treasure beneath the ashes.”
“Close, but if you were to come closer, I could kiss you and clear up everything,” the brunette smiled and happily leaned down, gently kissing JJ.
“I love you too, Emily Prentiss,” the profiler creased her brows, wondering if JJ had heard her confession as she had cradled her after the explosion.
JJ giggled at the look on Emily’s face, “You talk in your sleep.”
“Oh, good to know!” Resuming the kiss where they had left off.
Title: Telling Tales
Rating: NC-17. It was just going to be R, but I got carried away. I think there’s some plot in here somewhere. *shrugs*
Archiving: P&P, Xenafanfic
Event: Written for the International Day of Femslash
A/N: Thanks to androbard1364 for the prompt. I took some liberties with it. Hope you don’t mind.
The dark-haired warrior glanced out of the corner of her eye watching Gabrielle rummage around gathering together items so they could head out for the day. Xena hadn’t been in this particular part of
The blonde bard had put all bedding and other unnecessary items away in the packs and was now settled down in front of the fire with a scroll watching a couple of fish fry. The warrior watched her as she stared off into space.
“Something wrong, Gabrielle?” The bard looked up in surprise at her partner then threw her hands up in the air.
“I’m stuck!” Xena came to sit beside her, their thighs barely touching. Xena pushed down the rush the touch of skin did to her. Life on the road made intimate moments difficult so she had to remind herself that they would have a proper room in a proper inn probably by nightfall.
“Well, what are you writing about?” The blonde blushed fiercely, bringing a smile to Xena’s lips, which she tried to hide quickly behind her hand when her younger partner looked up.
“Xena!!! Don’t laugh at me! I have writer’s block and it’s funny!” She started rolling up the scroll.
“Gab, baby, I’m sorry,” Xena comforted her with a hand to her shoulder, “Please, tell me. Maybe I can help.”
Gabrielle plopped back down on the log, “It’s kind of embarrassing. See, I haven’t written anything like this before and I’m trying something new and … gods, I don’t know!”
“What is it, Gabrielle?”
“It’s about our first time,” she mumbled the last two words and braced herself waiting for Xena to explode. Instead,…
“Maybe you should try talking it out first.”
“Huh?” Damn, Xena’s superior hearing!
“Yeah, treat it like a play and talk it out,” the bard was already shaking her head.
“NO! I can’t!”
“Oh, it is, is it?” Xena gave her patented death glare.
“Xena, that’s not what I meant and you know it! Doing it is one thing,” the images that provoked made the blonde blush head-to-toe, “but talking about it is totally different.”
Xena smirked at her lover, “Oh, I don’t know. Sometimes talking about sex is almost as good as the sex itself.”
Gabrielle snorted, “I doubt that!”
Xena leaned over, close to Gabrielle’s ear, her voice dropping an octave, “Remember our first time, baby? That time when we were in the stables and the day kept repeating over and over again.”
Gabrielle leaned her head a little closer to the dark-haired warrior, “We thought Joxer had been killed and we had just had his funeral. You were holding me by the fire and kissed the top of my head.”
“Suddenly, you sat up and looked at me with a fire in your eyes that I’d never seen before,” Xena let her fingers rest lightly on Gabrielle’s leg as she brushed a tongue along her pulse point in her neck.
“I told you to stop treating me like a child. That I was a woman and I wanted you to treat me like one.”
“And how’s that, I asked.”
“Like this,” Gabrielle leaned away to look into Xena’s darkening blue eyes before cupping her face and leaning in for a kiss. The kiss quickly turned heated, heads angled for better access and Xena’s fingers creeping under Gabrielle’s skirt. When Xena’s long fingers touched wet heat, Gabrielle pulled away with a gasp.
“Gods, it was so good. You were so good.”
“What did I do?” Xena latched back onto Gabrielle’s neck, slowly working her way down along the collarbone and heading lower.
“You did treat me like a woman. You took your time. Slowly undressing me, kissing me everywhere.”
“What was your favorite place to be kissed?”
“Mmmm, my breasts,” Xena’s mouth followed the path to the aforementioned body part, making Gabrielle push into her.
“Did I do something like this?” Xena sucked a pert nipple into her mouth, letting it scrap lightly along her teeth.
“And how did that make you feel?”
“Umm,” the bard was finding it hard to form words as the warrior mimicked their conversation with her body.
“Gabrielle, baby, tell me how it made you feel for me to suck your breasts.”
The blonde licked her lips, trying to focus, “Oh Xena, I…I felt sensations I’d never felt before. It was like you were already touching me, already inside me. Like you were loving me from the inside out.”
“And when you couldn’t stand the torture anymore, what did you do?”
“I told you to take me, make me yours,” Gabrielle guided Xena’s fingers underneath her skirt, where she needed her most, just like she did that first night. The sensation of being penetrated completely, in her heart and in her body, overwhelmed her.
Smaller hands disappeared into dark hair as Gabrielle held Xena to her and her hips, agonizingly slow, rode the fingers inside of her.
“Gabrielle,” Xena rested her forehead against Gabrielle’s chest, getting lost in the sensations and sounds, her own desire flaring bright inside of her. Deceptively strong hands pulled Xena up to kiss her.
“Xena, I am yours. Forever.” The warrior watched her bard as her green eyes closed, her head fell back, and her body jerked hard…once, twice, three times. Xena cradled Gabrielle until the spasms around her fingers let up and she slowly withdrew from the bard.
She brushed the damp blonde hair out of Gabrielle’s eyes, waiting for her lover to come down, “Are you okay?”
“Mmmmm,” the blonde head nodded and smirked, “I think I found my inspiration to finish that story now.”
Title: Thin Line
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Archiving: P&P, WIK
Warning: Not beta’d.
A/N: For sofia_lindsay and her need for smut. J
A/N2: I’m not saving this for IDF because 1)
“What the hell are you doing here?” Emily blocked JJ’s entry to her home.
“Emily, please, let me in. We need to talk.”
“There’s nothing to talk about, JJ. You’re getting married to that…that detective AND you’re pregnant with his child. I think that pretty much says it all, don’t you?”
“No, no I don’t, and can we please not talk about this in the hallway where all your neighbors can hear?” The blonde glanced around nervously.
Emily raised an eyebrow, “What’s the matter, Jennifer? Ashamed or something? ‘Fraid someone will hear about your personal life?”
“What the hell does that mean?”
Emily had had enough. She grabbed JJ by her collar and yanked her into the apartment, slamming the door behind her.
“It means, you,” she poked the blonde in the shoulder, “kissed me and we…” Emily drew up short at the images the thought provoked, “You acted like it meant something to you. That entire weekend, and you said you were fine with us. Fine with people knowing. You acted like you didn’t have reservations.”
The brunette stepped away from JJ, running her long fingers through the dark hair, trying to stay calm as the next words came out. She walked toward the floor-to-ceiling windows to look out over the Capitol, her back to JJ to hide the pain on her face.
“The next thing I know, this guy shows up staking a claim to you, saying you’re together, saying you’re…”
“And you pushed me to him, if I remember correctly,” JJ’s voice was hoarse and shaky.
Emily turned around, throwing her arms up in the air, the unshed tears evident, “What was I supposed to do, JJ? Fight for you? You hadn’t looked at me or even come near me in weeks. How can I compete with him when he can give you all the things I can’t? A home, security, acceptance, family. Jesus, JJ! You fucking lied to me!!!” The tears came now without restraint.
JJ gently stepped closer, tears in her own eyes, “I know. I’m sorry.” The blonde reached for Emily only to have her hand forcefully slapped away.
“No!” The shock registered on JJ’s face.
“No, Jennifer!” Emily held up her hands, backing away. She didn’t trust that she could stop herself, the anger inside practically a living entity. “You can’t have it both ways. You made your decision…now leave.”
“I did make my decision, Emily,” blue eyes pleaded with the brunette, “That’s why I’m here.”
It took a few seconds for the words to penetrate Emily’s heartbroken mind, “What?”
JJ stepped into Emily’s personal space, letting her fingers brush along a soft alabaster cheek.
“I did make a decision…you,” the blonde spoke in a husky whisper, her lips only inches away from Emily’s, teasing out the moment, before finally closing the distance as her fingers tangled in dark tresses.
Emily moaned, low and deep, savoring the flavor of JJ and letting the awareness of the words awaken her body. A tightness of need coiled low in her belly and she felt herself grinding her hips into JJ seeking the necessary friction. The adrenaline of their confrontation coursed freshly through Emily’s veins and she found her hands aching to grab, pull, and shove something and that’s exactly what she did.
She pulled the blonde hard against her body, her arms wrapping as tight as possible around the other woman, before she lifted JJ off the ground. JJ’s response was instinctive. Her long legs wrapped around Emily’s waist, trying desperately to find the contact she needed. JJ found herself carried to the couch and dumped unceremoniously on her back. A vision of a feral, dark-haired woman crawling over the couch arm to hover above her the only image she saw before hands reached down to rip at her white button up shirt and finally her white lace bra.
Emily wasted now time. With a growl, she descended on JJ’s already hard nipples sucking hard. The blonde squirmed, moaned, and bucked underneath her making the coil of need in Emily’s belly send out fresh rushes of adrenaline only to coil up tight again. Emily knew she was losing herself because her vision was tunneling and all she could think about was making JJ scream her name.
Emily’s voice was rough and raw with need, “JJ, say it. Say what I need to hear.”
JJ knew what she meant. The brunette refused to take her without permission and now she needed to hear it more than ever to confirm to her that JJ wanted this as bad as she did.
“Jesus, Emily, fuck me! Please, I need you.”
Emily bit down hard on JJ’s neck, making the blonde dig her nails into Emily’s shoulders and drag them down her back.
Emily quickly undid JJ’s jeans, not bothering to pull them down, before plunging three fingers deep into the writhing blonde agent, “Oh, fuck!!! Jennifer, baby.”
JJ grabbed the older woman by the hair, pulling her up to face her and look into her eyes, “I’m yours, Emily.” Before the brunette could answer, JJ kissed her with abandon, her body and heart open to the dark profiler, as she let the orgasm rip through her with a groan.
Title: It was Always You, Part 2
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Archive: P&P, WIK
Disclaimer: Not mine. If they were, Captain Crawfish wouldn’t exist.
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.
Title: Body Shots
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pairing: Em/JJ, of course!
Archiving: Yes, please.
Challenge: 48 hour summer challenge
Prompt: Garcia throws a Summer Solstice party
A/N: I took some liberties with the prompt. I read this prompt in the middle of lunch (leftover Mexican) and thought of summer and Mexican and margaritas, soooo we’re going with Cinco de Mayo instead of a Summer Solstice party.
A/N2: This is a story presuming the upcoming events in the Heat ep aren’t really happening. I’m living in happy oblivion. Thanks tosofia_lindsay for reminding me that I owed you guys some CM smut.
Emily looked around at Garcia’s apartment, while she sipped on her second margarita, and chuckled to herself. Only Penelope Garcia could pull off the puking piñata look! Her gaze roamed around the room watching her co-workers and adopted family paired off in predictable groups.
Hotch and Rossi stood over by Garcia’s computer desk looking over case files; their beers long forgotten resting on the table next to them. Jesus, those two need to get a life! Morgan and Reid were slumped down at opposite ends of the couch with
In the middle of the room was JJ. Her blonde hair swinging back and forth as she did the best version she could of headbanging while cradling the last vestiges of her third margarita in her hand. They had only been there an hour so JJ was well on her way to having a very painful wake-up call in the morning.
Emily raised an eyebrow, enjoying the spectacle, until JJ lost her balance and almost fell into Garcia’s prized hand blown glass collection in the corner.
“This isn’t looking good,” Garcia placed the dip on the bar next to Emily. Emily just shook her head, when JJ started to stumble again.
“Maybe someone should…”
Emily reassured Garcia with a hand to the shoulder, before heading in the direction of the giddy blonde, “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it.”
Morgan and Reid had long stopped arguing about the logic of men in tights hitting each other and watched JJ open mouthed. The brunette stepped gingerly up behind the gyrating blonde and touched her shoulder. Any other time she would have taken a moment to admire the view, but now wasn’t the time with their bosses in the room. The blonde spun around too fast and lost her balance, falling heavily into Emily’s arms.
“Whoa, easy there, JJ!” Emily lifted the woman back to her feet with effort.
“Em, hi!!!!!” JJ threw her arms around Emily as if she hadn’t seen her in years. “How’s your sexy ass doing, huh?” For emphasis, the blonde grabbed a handful of Emily’s rear.
Emily jumped at the unexpected pinch, “Um, I’m fine, but I think you’re going to have a rough morning if you don’t slow down. Maybe we should step out on the balcony and get some fresh air.”
JJ nuzzled up closer to Emily, letting her hands roam, “I’d rather stay here with you, maybe do some body shots, dance a little.” JJ punctuated her words with a slow grind of her hips against the brunette. Emily swallowed hard and noticed Reid squirming in his seat out of the corner of her eye. Both men sat there, gawking, until Reid excused himself and hurriedly ran to the bathroom. A vicious crimson blush raced up Emily’s face. Somewhere behind her, Hotch and Rossi had stopped talking. She didn’t even want to imagine their expressions.
“I really think we need to step outside, JJ. Come on,” With little warning, Emily jerked JJ by the hand toward the balcony doors. Once outside, she spun her friend around. “Jesus, JJ, what do you think you’re doing? Our bosses are in there.”
JJ had a feral look in her eye. She made no attempt to hide her open appreciation of Emily’s body as her eyes roamed over every inch.
“They’re not out here though,” she stepped closer into Emily’s personal space, “You’re so fucking beautiful, Em.”
Emily suddenly found herself with an armful of a very exuberant blonde. JJ had latched onto Emily’s lips and for a moment, Emily forgot everything, letting herself fall into the kiss, tasting the sweet remnants of tequila and lime on JJ’s tongue. The brunette came back to herself when she felt a hand slip under her shirt to caress her bare skin.
With effort she pushed JJ away a little, “JJ, wait, slow down.”
“Why?” Emily felt a shiver run up her spine at the dark look of desire in JJ’s normally clear blue eyes.
“I can think of five reasons standing in that room right now.”
“But you’re not one of them, Em. Tell me you don’t want this and I’ll stop,” Emily couldn’t answer her. The blonde leaned back in to claim Emily’s lips again, but she was gently nudged away.
“You’re drunk, JJ.”
“I’m not that drunk, Em. I know exactly what I’m doing. It’s what I’ve been wanting to do since the moment you walked into the BAU,” she leaned in, barely letting her lips dust over Emily’s, making the older woman whimper with need. Emily felt her resolve breaking, “Please, tell me you want this too.”
Instead of answering, Emily pulled JJ to her, finally making full contact with her lips. As hard as she tried and as dangerous as she knew this was, Emily couldn’t stop this even if she had wanted to. Somewhere in the dark recesses of her compartmentalized mind, she thought how unbecoming this is for an Ambassador’s daughter to be making out with her female co-worker. When she felt the zipper of her slacks being lower though, she slammed the door to that annoying voice and lost herself in the soft lips sucking at the hollow of her neck.
Slowly, JJ pushed her up against the wall, the rough concrete digging into her back. Her pants fell to the ground and looking down she saw JJ’s mouth working a slow but determined path down her stomach.
“Jennifer,” the blonde looked up, a smirk gracing her beautiful lips, as she slipped her fingers under the edge of Emily’s underwear and began slowly easing them down.
“Do you want me to stop?” Emily felt JJ’s hand sliding up the inside of her thigh, sending tingles everywhere, until one finger slipped between the wet folds and came out glistening in the moonlight. Emily watched mesmerized and shaking as JJ’s lips enveloped her finger, resulting in a moan of pleasure from both women.
JJ smiled up at Emily, “I’ll take that as a ‘no’.”
Emily felt all of the air sucked out of her lungs as the blonde started kissing the inside of her thighs, gradually nudging her long legs apart. The first touch of JJ’s tongue almost made Emily scream. Instead, she threw her head back, grabbing a handful of blonde hair, “Jesus fucking Christ!” When JJ added two fingers, the mantra changed to “Oh God, Jennifer.” Her free hand started digging at the concrete wall behind her as her hips bucked uncontrollably. Inside the whir of a new batch of margaritas being made drowned out Emily’s scream.
Title: Itty, Bitty Polka Dot
Fandom: The Sarah Connor Chronicles
Archiving: Please do.
Challenge: Ralst's 48 hour summer challenge
Prompt: Cameron gets her first bikini
A/N: Is one really necessary? I think it’s fairly self-explanatory.
A/N2: I don’t know what it is about these two, but I put them together and smut always happens. Ye have been forewarned!
“What’s Spring Break?” Cameron looked across the kitchen table at Sarah, her head tilted slightly to the side.
“A teenage social ritual where boys and girls get stinking drunk and half naked, usually near a beach, and have unprotected sex,” Sarah paused and was caught off guard by the slight curve of Cameron’s lips, “And no, you’re not going to participate.”
Sarah shoved her chair from the table, roughly picking up Cameron’s uneaten plate of pancakes. She still wondered why she bothered cooking for the girl at all. Cameron followed her to the sink.
“Why not?” She sounded every bit the whinny teenager, causing Sarah to grip the edge of the counter tightly. The image of Cameron frolicking on the beach with a bunch of drunken, horny boys made her gut churn. Not that Cameron frolics but that wouldn’t stop a teenage boy.
“Because I said so, Cameron,” the older woman looked at her incredulously, “And why would you even want to go?”
“To learn more about human teenage interaction, of course. It’s only logical if I’m trying to fit in and be inconspicuous that I learn as much as possible from observation,” Sarah narrowed her eyes at the oblivious terminator. As hard as she tried, she couldn’t argue with that logic.
Turning fully to Cameron, leaning her hip against the counter as she nonchalantly dried her hands on a dish towel, Sarah called her bluff, “Well, girlie, I guess that only means one thing then,” Cameron raised an eyebrow slightly, a new human gesture she had learned, “you need to get a swimsuit.”
This one would make the tenth store they had stopped at, and it wasn’t even lunch yet. Sarah was regretting her acquiescence to Cameron and feeling every bit her age. She’d rather fight a terminator any day than shop…in mall. If Cameron picked up on Sarah’s sour mood, it didn’t faze her. She was actually…giddy. It didn’t take much for Sarah to forget she was in the presence of a killing machine and not a young girl on a shopping spree.
Sarah rummaged through one piece suits, usually in black or some other muted color, until she felt a tap on her shoulder.
Spinning around, she got an eyeful, literally because Cameron was excitedly dangling a piece of cloth mere inches from her face, of the smallest piece of material known to humanity. G-strings had more material than this did!
“This is the one. I love it!” The pink suit with brown polka dots danced in front of Sarah’s eyes, which if she was stoned, might have been fun. Right now, it was just annoying.
“You want me to spend,” she grabbed the tag which seemed bigger than the suit itself, “$75 on dental floss.”
“No, on a swimsuit,” Cameron deadpanned.
“No way, Tin Miss. Pick something else.”
“Come on, Sarah. At least let me try it on. It may look better than you think,” she took Sarah’s hand and tugged her toward the fitting rooms.
“Fine, but I still say no,” Cameron spun around still holding onto Sarah’s hand, looking her teasingly up and down.
“We’ll see about that.”
Sarah jerked to a stop when she realized that Cameron was dragging her into a changing room.
“I’ll just wait out here.”
Cameron stepped a bit closer until she was just inside Sarah’s personal space, this time calling Sarah’s bluff, “Unless you want me to come out here and parade around in public in this, I suggest you come on.”
Something in Sarah’s gut told her this was a big mistake, but she weighed it against having some guy see Cameron half naked, then took a deep breath and stepped into the tiny room.
With hardly enough room to move, Sarah unceremoniously slumped down onto the bench. Cameron propped her foot on the bench next to Sarah and reached down to undo the laces of her boots. Being so close, Sarah couldn’t help but watch the deceptively slender fingers work the laces apart then slipping under the edge of the leather to slip it off. Sarah didn’t realize that she continued to watch as these fingers slid up the thigh still propped on the bench.
Sarah’s heart was beating triple time when the hands finally reached the button of the dark cargo pants. It seemed like an eternity before the button slipped through the eyelet and the sound of a zipper being lowered filled the air.
“Sarah?” Cameron had noticed the increased heart rate as soon as she took her hand outside the changing room, a steady staccato that was becoming more erratic the more she undressed. This knowledge, the fact that she undid Sarah so completely, brought a small smile to her lips. Gently she tipped the older woman’s head up, “Sarah.”
The deeper, huskier sound of Cameron’s voice brought Sarah out of her mesmerized state. Two sets of eyes locked on each other, one spooked and ready to run, the other darkening with an unknown desire.
Cameron somehow knew they were in a delicate balance. She could read the fear and uncertainty in Sarah’s eyes.
“I mislead you, Sarah,” the older woman’s eyebrows came together in a frown, her fight or flight response ready to kick in at the first hint of deception, “I didn’t want the swimsuit so I could go to Spring Break.” She brushed her fingers along Sarah’s jaw, before grazing her pounding pulse point lightly then dipping into the hollow of her throat. “I wanted to get you alone. I just wanted to be with you.”
Sarah swallowed hard, trying to find her voice, “You have no idea what you’re asking.”
“Yes, I do. And I think you do too,” she leaned down, brushing Sarah’s hair aside, until her mouth rested just below Sarah’s ear, “Don’t you?”
Sarah felt the chills run down her spine when a warm tongue caressed the space where Cameron had spoken. Not sure whether to run, fight, or scream, Sarah jumped from the bench, pushing Cameron roughly against the wall. She had imagined this moment, doing exactly this same thing to Cameron a million times. It had started the night Cameron had walked down the hallway in her underwear and the feelings hadn’t stopped. With time, she thought the feelings would go away, but now, as she looked into the wild eyes dissecting and processing all the emotions coursing through her, until there was nothing left but raw desire, Sarah understood that she was either going to kill Cameron or fuck her. There was no other option.
Now, here they were, dancing on this unknown precipice, as Sarah fought within herself to make a decision, until Cameron’s words pushed her over, “I want you, Sarah.”
Sarah pulled Cameron into a fierce kiss, both women angling for dominance in a war that neither could win. With lightening speed, Cameron undid Sarah’s jeans, but she wasn’t fast enough before Sarah grabbed her wrist and pinned it to the wall. She knew Cameron could easily overpower her but at the moment, the knowledge that this machine was letting her take control was enough to make Sarah’s head dizzy with need.
Keeping Cameron’s wrist held in place with one hand, Sarah dipped her other hand into Cameron’s open pants until she felt dampness on her fingers.
“Do you want this?”
Cameron nodded her head, “Say it, Cameron.”
“Yes,” came the harsh reply.
“Yes, what?” Sarah demanded. She dipped her fingers a further, feeling the hard nub. She closed her eyes at the sensation, astonished how real and feminine Cameron really was. The awareness made Sarah lean back to look in Cameron’s eyes. Staring back at her were the eyes of a woman on the edge. Sarah watched amazed at Cameron as she fell over the cliff.
“Yes, I want this. I want you,” Sarah watched, as if outside her own body, as she slipped two fingers inside Cameron. The younger woman’s head fell back, her mouth open but unable to make sound. Sarah looked down the lithe body until she saw her own hand, moving in a quickening rhythm, feeling the moist heat pulsing around her fingers, when something primal broke inside Sarah.
She clasped onto Cameron’s exposed neck, biting hard, causing a hiss to finally escape the terminators lips. Letting go of the bound wrist, she wrapped her fingers in Cameron’s dark mane, pulling her mouth down into a kiss, swallowing Cameron’s strangled moan. Cameron lifted one leg to wrap around the older woman’s waist, making more room for Sarah’s hand to move. The gasps and moans freely falling from Cameron’s lips and the increased bucking of her hips let Sarah know she had Cameron close to orgasm, and with a renewed drive, she began pushing harder and deeper into Cameron.
“Sarah,” Cameron’s eyes, darkened with passion, need, and fear of the unknown, captured Sarah’s as Sarah felt the tightening contractions around her fingers. The young woman’s eyes closed briefly, a gasp falling from her lips, as the sensation rocked her body.
Sarah waited until the pulsing slowed before removing her fingers. Both women looked at each other unsure what to do. Until Cameron’s lips curved into a smirk and she took Sarah’s face in her hands, kissing her slowly and deeply. Sarah lifted the skimpy suit with her finger, “So, you still want this?”
“Why? I’m not going on Spring Break.”
Sarah shrugged her shoulders, smiling, “I thought I’d introduce you to another summer ritual…sunbathing.”