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: 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: Skippin’ the U-Haul
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Rating: PG-13 for sporadic use of the F-word
Archive: P&P, WIK
Event: Written for the International Day of Femslash
Warning: Silly fluff ahead, sorry, no smut this time.
A/N: This one smacked me in the head, out of the blue. Seriously, I don’t know where this came from. Thanks to sofia_lindsay for beta-ing and listening to me whine. You so rock! ;)
Emily sat in her car playing with the hem of her jacket. It was simple, black, understated – not the typical look you would wear to a wedding, but this wasn’t any wedding. This was JJ’s wedding…to Will. She had been avoiding the blonde as much as possible at work for the last week, which was a little hard when you’re flying through the sky in a metal tube. At those moments, she opted for the earbuds and an indulgence in her rediscovered love...80s metal rock, particularly the ballads. It reminded her of her high school days and it seemed fitting for the childish feelings she’d been having ever since she practically shoved JJ into Will’s arms. She was angry at herself for being so stupid and even angrier at JJ for being so easily led.
She looked at her watch realizing that she had wasted as much time as possible. The ceremony starts in fifteen minutes and she was expected to show up the same amount of time earlier. She was putting off the inevitable. She knew it. Closing her eyes, she mentally opened the box in her heart labeled JJ and neatly stuffed her feelings away and locked it behind her. Taking a deep breath, she stepped from the car.
“You can do this, Emily Prentiss.”
The chapel was small and very non-descript. Emily eyed the guest sign-in book. There were exactly ten names already on there, half of those were the BAU team. The profiler quickly deciphered that JJ’s parents weren’t on the list. She vaguely recalled an on-the-plane conversation JJ was having with Garcia about not inviting them. It was one of the many pre-wedding Garcia gush-fests that Emily tuned out with her IPod. She had come to dread seeing Garcia board the plane because she knew she was trapped for hours of schoolgirl giggling. It took all the brunette had not to strangle the tech goddess because she was pretty damn sure that Garcia had an inkling of Emily’s feelings for JJ, and that thought just pissed her off more.
“Speak of the devil,” the blonde techie was acting like she had drunk a couple dozen double venti mocha frappucinos.
“Not in church you don’t!”
“This is technically a non-denominational chapel, not quite as sacred in my book.”
“Yeah, well, you’re a heathen,” the brunette crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow at that comment, “Look, the pre-wedding jitters have got JJ in a tiz. Go talk to her, please.”
“Why me? I’m not good at this stuff.”
“Oh, maybe because she keeps asking for you, hotshot. Are you sure you’re a profiler?”
“Haha!” Garcia chucked her on the arm, as if she was going into the game to throw the winning touchdown, leaving Emily to finish her dirty work.
Emily softly knocked on the plain wooden door. A part of her hoped that JJ would yell for her to go away. That small part of her didn’t think she could handle seeing JJ right now. The rest of her couldn’t stand the thought of never seeing her again.
“Fuck,” Emily muttered before putting on a stoic face.
The brunette cracked the door open and peeked in. JJ faced the mirror with her back to Emily, head bent over diligently fighting with some unknown piece of material.
“Hey,” JJ spun around at Emily’s voice and Emily nearly passed out on the spot. Standing before her was the most beautiful vision of a woman she’d ever seen, and it took her breath away. JJ’s long blonde hair was pulled up loosely in a clip and strands of blonde hair fell softly around her face, scrunched into curls all over. The dress was a traditional white but with bare shoulders and a deep V in the front that ran well below the bra line.
“Em! I’m so glad you made it!” She hugged Emily and the brunette allowed herself the momentary luxury of burying her face in the soft curls of JJ’s hair and breathing in her scent. She pulled back before the ache in her chest threatened to overtake her.
“Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” the enthusiasm of the words didn’t quite reach her eyes, but JJ didn’t notice since she’d already started pacing and studying the fascinating pattern on the carpet. “Wow, you’re nervous, huh?”
“No, not really,” blue eyes jumped up to catch chocolate brown, “not about that anyway.” JJ paused, gathering her thoughts, but her eyes never left the brunettes. Emily felt a moment of hope make her heart flutter. “I haven’t told anyone this and I’m scared of how this is going to completely change everything.”
“It’s fine, JJ. You can tell me,” Emily reached for JJ’s hand.
“I’m transferring to the
“Oh, um, that’s…” she started to say ‘great’ but she didn’t mean it, “that’s…JJ, are you sure?” JJ let go of Emily’s hands and walked towards the mirror. She looked at her image before training her eyes on Emily’s reflection. “Isn’t that what’s supposed to happen when you get married? Someone has to go. Nothing stays the same.”
There was a knock at the door, “Are you ready, JJ?” It was Hotch’s voice on the other side.
“Just a couple more minutes,” Emily made a move to leave but stopped with her hand still on the knob.
“He can move here,” Emily’s voice caught. This was too much. This hurt too bad. For a brief moment, the profiler had thought that it would hurt less to have JJ leave, but she realized she was wrong.
“He doesn’t want to, too cold he says. Besides, all of his family is there and they can help with the baby,” the blonde had stopped looking at Emily’s reflection, instead she looked down at the diamond on her finger thinking that she should be happier today than she is.
Emily turned back around. “We can help with the baby, JJ. We’re your family too,” she could feel the tears welling up in her eyes, and she tried to fight them back for JJ’s sake. JJ turned and looked at Emily, the blue eyes that once danced with joy were dull with resignation.
“What other choice do I have?”
The desolation in JJ’s eyes gripped Emily’s heart like a vice. The tears that had been threatening to come fell unashamedly down her face. Something told Emily that this was it, this was the last time she would ever see JJ. The last image she’d have of the blonde was one of utter emptiness. If this was to be her last memory of JJ, she wanted to make it one worth remembering, one that would lay all the truth bare.
In two long strides, Emily crossed the room and kissed JJ solidly and gently, letting all of her feelings for the blonde be told in the connection of their bodies. When she stepped back, JJ swayed before opening her eyes. The dull blue was vibrant again, a look of wonder etched into her beautiful features. This was the way Emily wanted to remember JJ. Without a word, the brunette turned and left the room before her common sense was permanently sent on vacation. It was better this way.
JJ stood shell-shocked in the room, a shaking hand touching her still tingling lips. The closing of the door roused the blonde out of her stupor.
“What the…?” She bolted from the room, racing down the hallway behind Emily.
“Emily!” The brunette brushed at the tears flowing down her face. She ended up in the parlor outside the chapel doors, suddenly panicking not knowing where to go, when she felt herself spun around by her arm.
JJ’s brows were furrowed and her blue eyes had turned the color of ice, “What was that about?”
“I…,” Emily stumbled before JJ continued.
“You kissed me, like…really kissed me.”
“JJ, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have. I have no right to…,” JJ pulled her in for a kiss, effectively shutting up the rambling woman. Emily let a little moan escape her at the surprise, but pulled back to look at the blonde.
The flinging open of the chapel doors startled both women causing them to jump apart.
“JJ, are you ready?” Hotch looked particularly dashing in his tux, playing the role of pseudo-father perfectly.
“Um, yeah, I guess,” she reached for the arm that Hotch extended and hooked her own through it. Emily was standing there her mouth open when Garcia came rushing past the two entering the church.
The blonde grabbed at Emily’s arm, “Come on, Em, we’re starting.” Emily, however, didn’t budge causing Garcia to screech to a halt in mid yank. She saw the lost look in the brunette’s eyes and found herself taking her hand, squeezing. Suddenly, she felt incredibly guilty for rubbing JJ’s engagement in Emily’s face. It wasn’t meant to hurt. If anything, she had hoped that Emily would deal with this long before the day of the wedding.
“Hey…Emily,” Garcia gave a gentle tug, making the profiler look at her. Emily brushed away a fresh tear, feeling a rush of exhaustion overtake her. Her shoulders slumped.
“Garcia,” the taller woman started to try to explain.
“No, don’t. Emily, I’ve kept quiet long enough, but don’t you dare mess this up. You got it?” Garcia poked a finger into Emily’s shoulder for emphasis. The desolate agent just nodded, “Now, come on, we’ve got a wedding to attend.”
“We are gathered here today…” the words of the preacher droned in Emily’s head without really being heard. She was completely focused on keeping herself together that she had to be elbowed by Garcia to stand when Hotch walked JJ down the aisle and gave her away.
Emily was trying to make sense out of the recent events. She kissed JJ. JJ kissed her back, and she could feel it between them. She knew she wasn’t crazy. JJ wanted this too, her heart told her that she did. Then why was JJ marrying someone else.
Garcia leaned over and whispered, “She’s so beautiful, isn’t she?” The techie’s words drew the brunette out of her stupor to really look at JJ, to stand here in this moment and watch the woman she loves walk out of her life.
She could only nod at Garcia’s comment. The words were lost on her on how to describe JJ, as the blonde faced Will holding his hands. The movement made JJ’s line of sight land directly on Emily. It literally felt like the air had been sucked from her lungs and her heart had stopped beating. But it hadn’t. If anything, Emily’s heart was racing and her stomach was on the fastest rollercoaster known to man.
“If there is any reason why these two should not be joined in holy matrimony, let him speak now or forever hold his peace,” pleading blue eyes locked on brown, the dull lifeless look that Emily had hoped to eradicate had returned, and Emily felt frozen, terrified at the thought of losing JJ and of the outrageous image running through her head, until an elbow in her ribs set her in motion.
“Wait!” All eyes turned at the brunette’s outburst.
“Is there an objection to this marriage?” The preacher was confused and perturbed at being interrupted.
Another jab in the ribs, “Ow! Damn it, Garcia, would you stop poking me!” Turning back, she zeroed in on JJ’s smiling blue eyes. Suddenly she felt like the world was back on its axis and she could finally focus, “Yes! Yes, there is.” Emily stepped forward, her eyes never leaving JJ’s.
“And what is this objection?” The brunette swallowed hard.
“I love her,” Emily smiled at the small twinkle she saw in JJ’s eyes. It was a tear, yes, but not one of hurt, anger, or even fear. “Jennifer, please tell me I’m not crazy. Please tell me you love me too ‘cause if you don’t this is going to be really embarrassing.”
JJ actually laughed through her tears. Leave it to Emily to crack a joke at such an emotionally overwrought moment.
The blonde took Emily’s hand, “I do, Emily. I do love you!”
“About damn time!” Garcia muttered, making both women turn to look at her, “What!?”
“Wait a minute!” Will finally piped up. “What the fuck, JJ?! Are you kidding me?”
“Um, no. I’m sorry, Will, I can’t marry you,” he looked at her incredulously.
“But, why not?” He whined.
“Dude, where have you been?” Reid announced from behind the group, making Hotch fight down an uncharacteristic smirk.
“Ummmmm, I don’t love you?” JJ gave the obvious explanation and shrugged her shoulders.
“Are we having a wedding or what?” Morgan asked from behind Will, who looked up at the towering profiler like he was crazy. Morgan smirked at the smaller detective and slapped him on the shoulder, “Sorry, buddy. That’s the brakes!” Will, his manhood barely intact, left in a huff.
“Emily Elizabeth Prentiss,” JJ’s husky voice drew the brunette’s attention back to her, and the look in her darkening blue eyes sent a shiver down her spine, “You didn’t really think you were going to kiss me and just walk away, did you?”
The profiler could only shake her head, “Good, remember that!”
Both women moved as if in slow motion, eyes drifting to lips then back before finally touching again in a slow, lingering kiss. Emily tilted her head, deepening the kiss, and snaking her arms around JJ’s waist to pull her in flush to her body.
“Whoa! Morgan, get me a hose. We need to cool these two off,” Garcia fanned herself.
Morgan leaned closer to the pair, still lost in their kiss, “Ladies, I think this is supposed to happen AFTER the vows.” Emily couldn’t stop herself from laughing, forcing her and JJ to come up for air.
“Come on, let’s get on with this shindig,” Rossi announced, “I’m ready to get out of this monkey suit.” With that the team turned to face the preacher who was still in a state of shock at the turn of events. Emily raised her eyebrow, giving him a death glare that told him he better get on with the show.
“Oh, yeah, um…dearly beloved, we are gathered here today…”
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.
For those who have been living in seclusion and haven't heard about this, you really need to watch this video. Seriously hot and seriously, from what I've heard and read, going to be continued next season. Just please, please, please, don't let the writers totally screw this storyline up like they've screwed all of our other shows. No need for reading subtext here. This is about as maintext as you can get!
Hopefully, this new pairing will give my muse a kick in the ass and get her moving. Callica is pure crack! ;)
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pairing: JJ/Emily (um, who else?)
Archive: Yeah, I guess so
Warning: Not beta'd
A/N: This is my first foray into CM femslash, and I'm kind of freaked because JJ & Em are kind of an intimidating pair. I don't know why, but it's like I'm afraid I'll screw up something. Plus, I've only seen a few eps and read lots of fanfic so if I mess up the characterization keep that in mind.
A/N2: The idea for this popped into my head because of the speculation that TPTB at CBS will write in AJ's pregnancy, and I just couldn't have potential Reid-as-daddy stories out there without some kind of counter. The timeline may be a bit funky too, but my muse is insisting that I get this out there.
When JJ had innocently mentioned to Emily on the plane that she'd be great with kids, she had no idea that she'd be looking at the mechanism in her hand with the glaring blue plus sign.
"Em!!!!! Honey!!!!" Emily came crashing through the bathroom door after waiting impatiently, pacing outside the door.
JJ turned, trying to fake her lover into thinking it was negative...again, but she couldn't hold it and looked up at her with bright blue eyes, close to spilling over with tears. She bit down on the corner of her bottom lip to stop from crying as she held it out to Emily.
"Oh my god," Emily stared disbelieving at the blue plus sign, before the tears came, then the screaming.
"Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god!" Her arms waved in front of her on the verge of freaking out, but getting herself together on the third "oh my god," she ran for JJ and grabbed her up in a bear hug, spinning her around the bathroom. The "oh my gods" eventually subsided as she eased JJ back onto her feet, a tad wobblier than before.
"I love you so much, JJ. You're going to be a great mom."
"We both are," the kiss was gentle and tender, a promise sealing a committment made only a year ago.
(ONE MONTH LATER)
JJ came stumbling out of the bathroom stall at the BAU looking deathly pale. The stacks of pictures of dismembered and decomposing bodies on her desk didn't help settle her stomach this morning. More and more lately, it was taking very little to set her tender stomach off. She leaned over the sink to splash cold water on her face when Garcia came dancing through the door to a tune only she could hear, her pink hair bobbing along to the beat. She stopped cold at seeing JJ.
"Jesus, honey, you look like hell! Whatever it is you've got, I don't want it."
"Don't worry, you won't get it," JJ muttered a little louder than she planned to.
"Oh good, I'm glad it's not cont...," Garcia had her hand on the stall door when she slowly turned around and narrowed her eyes at JJ.
"Shit," JJ mumbled softer this time, realizing her mistake.
"Spill it, Jureau," Garcia crossed her arms, indicating that she wasn't budging until she got the full scoop. JJ knew her friend better than to fight the inevitable.
Sighing, JJ turned to Garcia, "I'm pregnant."
Garcia started waving her arms frantically around, "Oh my god!!! Oh my god! Oh my god!"
"What is so unbelieveable about me being pregnant that everyone reacts this way?" JJ threw her hands up in the air. The comment got her a hard smack on the arm.
"Ow! What was that for?!"
"Everyone? Who the hell else knows? I'm supposed to be your friend and you didn't bother to tell me."
"You know now!"
"That's not the point and you know it!" Then the inquisitive part of Garcia kicked in, "Hey, wait a minute! Who's the daddy?"
JJ looked at her friend with a raised eyebrow, "Oh, now don't go all sexist on me, Garcia. Since when does there have to be a daddy involved?"
Garcia started pacing, trying to figure out the mystery, "I know. It's Hotch, right? That's why his wife left him, isn't? JJ, how could you?!"
"No!!! It's not Hotch. For crying out loud, Penelope, he's our boss!"
Then Garcia turned on her with blood in her eyes, "Oh, you better not tell me it's Morgan because if it is, girl, we are on!"
"It's not Morgan!!!"
Garcia threw her hands up in the air, baffled, "Then who the hell is it?" Garcia wasn't even talking to JJ anymore. She was standing, shaking her head with her hands on her hips in deep thought. JJ braced herself for what she knew was coming. Garcia's mouth fell open long before any sound came from it.
"Emily?!" Garcia squeaked, but was considerate enough to wait to comment further until JJ smirked and looked down at her feet, "No freakin' way!!! Oh my god!! Oh my god! Oh..."
"Would you PLEASE stop saying 'oh my god'?"
"When...why...how...?" Garcia found herself fumbling unable to complete a single question. There was so much she wanted to ask her friend, but she was completely caught off guard and stumped. Until something else hit her...so she hit JJ on the arm, again, and in the same spot as payback.
"Ow! Would you stop hitting me? I am pregnant, you know!"
"How long have you and Emily been together?" Garcia crossed her arms. To think that JJ kept something so important from her and worst that she didn't even notice anything was going on, really irked her.
"About a year."
"Were you ever going to tell me? Your supposed best friend?"
JJ reached and took Garcia's hand, "Of course! We just wanted to make sure it was going to last before we told anyone. If it didn't, we didn't want any of the team to feel weird around us or think they had to take sides."
"Well, okay then."
"I guess," she paused for effect, just to make JJ squirm, before letting her off the hook and taking her into a hug, "Yes, of course! I'm so happy for you and Emily. You're both going to make great moms. By the way, have you told Hotch yet?"
"Oh, hell no! I still have a month or two before I even start showing. I'll worry about that then."
The two women exited the bathroom smiling and laughing. JJ felt better than she had in a while with two secrets lifted, until she saw Emily round the corner.
The mischief maker in Garcia couldn't help herself, "Way to go, stud!"
Garcia scampered off around the corner to the sound of Emily's voice, "Jennifer! What did you tell her?"
Fandom: The Sarah Connor Chronicles
Rating: NC-17 (if done right!)
Archiving: Ralst, others ask
Challenge: Their Fate is What You Make It - Missing Scene
Warning: Not beta'd
Author's Note: This occurs during the episode Demon Hand after Cameron returns in her cop uniform (you know I couldn't resist writing some smut to this). BTW, the way the scenes were cut in this episode seemed to focus on S&C's boots. For a second I thought Sarah was wearing Cameron's cop boots, and my smutty little mind went nuts. Looking at it later though, I don't think she was. However, it made for a good part of the story so I took creative license.
Sarah had made a concerted effort not to notice Cameron's skin tight cop uniform when she came through the door. Instead she made a joke about bleeding cops, trying to deflect the way Cameron made her feel.
"You might want to change."
Cameron caught her staring at her ass when she turned around to give her that strange look. It was somewhere between "come make me" and "come here," and Sarah found herself involuntarily following the girl into her bedroom.
The dark corners of the room made it easy for Cameron to catch her off guard. They had been living together long enough that Sarah was no longer guarding herself against an attack from Cameron. Slowly, the older woman realized that she was coming to trust Cameron - a fact that equally unnerved and thrilled her.
The plaster of the wall was cold against her face as she was pressed firmly into the wall from behind. Sarah tried to move but the lean body pushing into her back wouldn't budge. She could feel the buckle of Cameron's pants nudging at the base of her spine and a nightstick dangling from her hip. It bumped rhythmically against the back of Sarah's thighs sending a shiver through her body.
"What the hell are you doing?"
She could hear the slight smile in Cameron's voice, "Frisking you."
"Because you want me to," Sarah couldn't deny it, but she'd never admit it. Suddenly she felt soft hands firmly grip her wrists and pull them behind her back, while Cameron's hips held her pinned against the wall. The ominous click of handcuffs filled the air. Sarah struggled against the restraints even though she knew it was useless.
Cameron used her feet to kick Sarah's legs further apart.
"The first rule of any proper frisking is to be very thorough," Cameron ran her hands up over Sarah's shoulders before sliding them up the back of her neck and then down again, her nails scraping lightly at the sensitive skin there. A soft moan escaped Sarah's lips.
"Where'd you learn that?"
"A show called 'Law & Order'. Olivia Benson is..."
"You watch too much TV," Sarah tried to look over her shoulder, and she caught the smirk on Cameron's face.
"I don't sleep," she shrugged her shoulders in a way that Sarah found incredibly sexy, "I have to do something with my time."
Sarah had a witty comeback at the ready, but it was quickly lost when she felt the nightstick press up between her legs. Her head fell back to the wall with a thud. She rolled her head to face the wall, not daring to look Cameron in the eyes. Instead, she made the mistake of looking down and saw the slick black of the nightstick pushing forward and back and forward again between her legs.
"Oh dear God," her body instinctively reacted, rotating her hips to increase contact. The friction and tension was building in her body to an almost unbearable point when Cameron took the apparatus away. Her body shook with need.
"Cameron...please," she couldn't believe she was begging but it didn't surprise her nearly as much as finding it hard to believe that Cameron was well on her way to fucking her senseless.
"Not yet. I have much, much more frisking to do yet," the whimper from Sarah was unmistakeable. Cameron, at that moment, felt compassion for Sarah. She wanted to please her and didn't like to see her suffer, even if it was for fun.
Cameron reached around Sarah's waist, letting her fingers run lightly over the older woman's tight abs. With her other hand, she pushed Sarah's hair aside to nibble at the back of her neck. Sarah tilted her head to allow better access. Cameron could read the signs of Sarah's body and knew exactly what she liked. The steadily increasing heartbeat and respiration told her not to stop. She pushed both hands under Sarah's shirt, unhooked her bra and gently caressed the hard nipples with the palms of her hands.
The soft sensation of barely being touched was driving Sarah crazy, "Cameron."
"Yes," she whispered in Sarah's ear, but Sarah couldn't say the words. Cameron sensed the hesitation. With a slight hint of amusement in her voice, she gave Sarah permission to let go, "Tell me what you need, Sarah. Your wish is my command."
"I need you...inside."
"Say what you really want, Sarah," the older woman groaned out her frustration, her need for Cameron overriding her inhibitions.
"I need you to fuck me," Using one hand, the other still on Sarah's breast, Cameron swiftly undid Sarah's pants, sliding her fingers underneath the panties. Cameron was amazed at the sensation as she gently invaded the soft wetness of the woman in front of her. All of the reading she did on the internet to prepare her for this simply didn't prepare her for what she was feeling. Overwhelmed by the surrender of this amazing woman's body, a woman she was quickly coming to admire, Cameron could do little except rest her head on Sarah's shoulder and close her eyes.
"Oh, Sarah," she felt Sarah's body tighten like a bow, pressing closer to the wall, her breathing coming in fast, shallow gasps as Cameron moved in and out of her.
"Cam," Sarah whispered as she clinched at Cameron's fingers before flying off this unknown precipice. She wasn't sure what they had started, what this all meant, but as she felt Cameron take off the handcuffs giving her wrists a compassionate rub in the process, she knew somehow this was fate.
Cameron moved to the bed to sit down. Sarah watched in amazement as she started to undo her boots until finally Cameron looked up at her with a shy, almost embarassed, look.
"So, my wish is your command?"
"Yes," Cameron's eyebrows creased in confusion.
Sarah pushed off the wall, strutting closer to Cameron, until Cameron was staring at the still undone pants, "Well, Genie, I get two more wishes."
Cameron smiled understanding the story of the fable, "And what wishes do you have?"
"First, I want those boots," Sarah cocked an eyebrow and paused, "second, I want you," Sarah undid the clip holding Cameron's hair, watching it fall over her shoulders, before pushing her back on the bed effortlessly.
Sarah sat in the swing, running her finger along the seam of Cameron's cop boot, waiting for the line to be picked up. Hearing the click, she smiled for the first time in years, "Yeah, this is Sgt. Johnson senior property over at LAPD, got a little problem I was wondering if you could help me..."
Title: Dance With Me
Fandom: The Sarah Connor Chronicles
Challenge: Their Fate is What You Make It, Epilogue
Archiving: P&P absolutely
Author's Note: I think it's so cool that Cameron can dance and that somehow this gives us a glimpse into her "soul" (whatever that consists of) so I thought it fitting that there's a fic with dancing involved.
Warning: no beta'd
Derek stalked toward me like a man on a mission. He wasn't looking at me, but through me as he headed out the front door. That's when I heard it, the sound of soft music coming down the hall, a light lilting sound full of hope and love, a sound so unusual in this house that I was curious about its source. With a teenager in the house, the last sound I expected was classical music.
Peeking around the corner, I was surprised to see Cameron in her ballet attire moving with the music. I couldn't help but notice the gentle sway of her arms and the sensual curve of her back, spinning, tilting and bending to the beat of the heartbreaking melody of a violin. If machines had souls, I was seeing Cameron's right now and it mesmerized me. Looking past her, I caught a glimpse at her face, eyes half closed, lost in a world of movement and sound. Without realizing it, I had closed my own eyes letting the cadence of the string instruments speak to my own soul.
A hand to my face woke me from my reverie. Warm brown eyes looked not just at me but into me, and I felt something I never thought I'd feel with Cameron: a connection. As her hand took mine, slowly pulling me further into her room, I gave up the battle I had been fighting since I first met her. Yelling at her the other day about Charley had zapped me of what little willpower I had. It was all bluster and hot air, anger, fear and everything I had lost to the machines wrapped up in the vicious words I spewed at her. I couldn't bring myself to destroy her because in doing so I'd destroy a piece of me. My life has become so wrapped up in the world of the machines that I wouldn't know how to live without them if I tried, and I was finding it harder to live without the thought and presence of Cameron.
"Because my soul has something to say to yours."
Then she smiled, almost shyly, like a schoolboy caught looking. I felt her hips move into me, guiding me into a turn, while her hand on the small of my back pressed me closer to her, pulling me in as her hips and legs turned me. The music stopped and we stood still in the silent room, only our breathing making any sound, letting our souls tell our stories.
Title: Sick Day
Fandom: Women's Murder Club
Archive: P&P, others ask
Disclaimer: Not mine, but if they were, trust me, I wouldn't be hanging out here! ;)
Warning: Not beta'd. Any mistakes are all my fault and the fault of the cold meds I'm currently on.
Author Note: This is a follow up to Aubz' piece called "Putty." I took the ending of that and went a little further. Okay, a LOT further.
In spite of the chilly temperature of the morning, I thought I'd surely melt into a puddle of goo when Lindsay pulled up on the black motorcycle. When she swung her leg over the seat and swaggered over to me, all big Texas ego and sex appeal, my heart nearly stopped. I had to be strong. I had to resist. I could do this.
Determined to stick to my guns, I got the key in the door before I felt her lanky frame and her leather jacket envelope me, pressing me firmly into the metal.
"Call in sick, come with me, and you can wear the jacket," her warm breath caressed my ear, before the tip of her tongue caressed the outer edge of my lobe. How could any girl in her right mind refuse that?
"Get in front."
"You're bossier than usual this morning," I followed her to the bike, watching her hips move and the muscles play along her back through the sheer fabric as she removed the jacket, "You're gonna freeze, Linz."
"I'm used to it, besides you won't get the full effect if you're hidden behind me, Tiny Tim," she straddled the seat and slide back to make room for me while I slipped on the jacket, still warm from her body heat. I pulled it tight around me for a moment taking in the scent that was uniquely Lindsay. Just the smell of her made me dizzy.
I slide in front of her and followed her instructions as she told me where to put my feet and hands. When the engine started up, my heart fell into my stomach. I had never been on a motorcycle before and suddenly I was terrified. Her right hand snaked around my waist, holding me tightly against her.
"Relax, I've got you." We drove off down the main road, the wind whipping our hair around. Self-conscious that my thick red hair would blind her, I tried to pull it back with one hand. She leaned down close to my ear where I had pulled my hair back, "You better hold on with both hands." With no warning, she veered off onto a side dirt road that hadn't seen traffic in quite a while.
"You like taking chances, don't you, Cindy." It was a statement of fact, not a question. "How daring do you feel today?"
She slipped her hand to the button of my jeans and unsnapped it with little pretense. I jumped and she grabbed me around the waist again.
"Whoa, careful, don't make any sudden moves." As we slowly climbed the dirt hill, I dared to look down to find her fingers unzipping the fly of my jeans. Sweet Mary, Mother of all that's Holy. She's gonna fuck me on the bike, and...I'm gonna let her. I leaned my head back on her shoulder, willing myself to relax, trusting Lindsay to protect me.
Trying not to move too much, I raise up slightly waiting for the first touch as her hand slips past my underwear. When her fingers finally find my clit, I lean forward gripping the handlebars hard. Working hard to barely touch me so I don't go over the edge yet, she steers cautiously up the hill until we're at a bluff overlooking the city. Simply holding me now, she stops and puts the kickstand down. With the danger of pummeling down the hill gone, I release my hold on the bars and grip the long jean clad thighs on either side of me, raising up a little and pushing back into Lindsay's arms.
"Jesus fucking Christ, Lindsay!"
"I take it you like this," I could hear the laughter in her voice, her fingers barely moving.
"You're such a fucking tease! You've been driving me crazy for months. All of those lingering looks at Papa Joe's and the smartass comments about me being twelve." I was rambling.
"Cindy," she turned my head around to look at her, "shut up." I was on the verge of opening my big mouth again when my words were swallowed by Lindsay's mouth on mine. Dear God, she tastes good! My brain is close to shortcircuiting with her tongue plunging deeper into me, but it was the fingers that slid lower and mimicked the motion of her tongue that let loose a deep, throaty moan. I held onto the mouth attached to me, wrapping my fingers in dark hair, keeping her close, while my other hand gripped her forearm like a lifeline. My hips bucked out of control and I could feel the scream building deep within me.
She let go of my lips, speaking in a deep throaty voice, her Texas accent more prounounced, "Scream for me, baby." And I did. All of the feelings that I'd held in for months, watching and longing for this dangerous woman from a distance, were set free in one long primal scream. She stayed with me waiting for me to come back to my senses.
"You okay?" I chuckled at the utter ridiculousness of the question. Um, hello, I just got screwed on a motorcycle by Lindsay Boxer. I think that goes in the category of "fanfreakintabulous."
"Let's just say that I have a lot of sick days saved up."
Title: Only Destiny
Fandom: The Sarah Connor Chronicles
Pairing: DUH! Sarah/Cameron
Archive: P&P, SarahCameron, others ask
Rating: NC-17, ya asked for it, ya got it!
Disclaimer: Not mine, but if they were, trust me, I wouldn't be hanging out here! ;)
Warning: Not beta'd. I've been traveling all day and it's 1AM so I can't guarantee anything right now, except that I'm nuts.
Author Note: this is for
Staring out into the black night, Sarah idly stirred the icing in slow, wide circles. It was a simple and mindless action that she stretched out longer than necessary. She could tell that John was on edge. Making him a chocolate cake with chocolate icing, caramel drizzles and M&Ms had become somewhat of a ritual when they were both stressed out.
Cameron padded quietly into the kitchen, leaning silently against the countertop to watch Sarah. The older woman glanced at her and smiled at the freshly scrubbed face and wet hair - the picture of wide-eyed innocence. Her eyes roamed down to the bare shoulder, blushing at the quickly healing nail and teeth marks. After such an intense experience, she thought she'd certainly get to sleep, but she was more high strung than ever.
Cameron drew her eyebrows together, eyeing Sarah curiously, before following the darkening green eyes to her shoulder. Sarah lost her grip on the bowl remembering the events of only a couple of hours ago. Simply recalling the feel of Cameron's fingers inside her made a shiver run up her spine and a familiar tension clutch at her belly. She was shocked that Cameron, despite her inherent inhumanity, was the gentlest lover she had ever had, kissing away her tears and reading the need of her body. The harder Sarah rocked against Cameron's hand, the deeper Cameron pushed. It was at that peak moment when Sarah buried her cries in the flesh of Cameron's shoulder. A quiet hiss was Cameron's only response.
"I didn't think you felt pain," Cameron had stepped closer and Sarah couldn't resist running her fingers over the welts.
"That's only when I'm in fighting mode. It makes me more...effective," Cameron, in her study of human behavior, was learning quick. Sarah smirked when she noticed that the younger woman was staring at her cleavage.
"And when you're not fighting?" Sarah quirked an amused eyebrow.
Dark telling eyes met mischievous green, "I feel everything."
Sarah licked her lips, liking the answer. It suddenly occurred to her that Cameron couldn't be broken, couldn't be hurt, and this pleased her. She pushed Cameron against the counter, hard. Reading the need for what it was, Cameron allowed Sarah's forcefulness. She could have easily stopped her, but an unknown part of an equation she didn't understand had reared its head. Truth was, she wanted this from Sarah. She needed the strength of the woman that saves the world to pass a part of it on to her. She desired Sarah and if she was ever going to understand the sensations that Sarah experienced earlier, she knew she only wanted to learn it from Sarah.
In one quick and fluid movement, Sarah ripped the thin tank top off Cameron, exposing perfect breasts to the cool air. Sarah watched in rapt fascination as the nipples tightened, and she couldn't resist running the palms of her hand over them. Cameron responded with an involuntary shiver. A million ideas of what Sarah wanted to do to Cameron next filtered through her mind until she settled on one. She reached behind her into the sink and drew out some dark sticky goo on two fingers.
A little alarmed and suddenly unsure, Cameron drew back, "What's that?"
"Chocolate. It's as good as sex," then she added with a slight shrug, "Almost anyway, but it does make it fun...and messy."
Cameron sucked in a breath at the cool mixture suddenly being spread across her nipples and down her belly. Sarah raised a finger to Cameron's lips and spread the sweet food along her bottom lip.
"Taste," Cameron followed the simple command never breaking eye contact with Sarah. She processed the flavors and textures quickly deciding that she liked it...a lot. She snaked out her tongue to get more off of Sarah's fingers. The older woman stood transfixed, watching the pink tongue slowly remove the liquid, but she nearly fell down in shock as her fingers disappeared in Cameron's mouth. The sensation rocked her body and took her breath away.
"Son of a bitch!" Realizing finally that the battle to resist Cameron was useless, Sarah grabbed her and pulled her into a searing kiss. Their tongues battled for control one minute and danced delicately together the next. Searching and testing each other for limits or boundaries, they found none. They were equals wanting and needing the same give and take from the other.
Sarah broke the kiss and latched onto Cameron's neck and working steadily lower, sucking and biting harder than she normally would, but she knew Cameron could take it. She was so lost in the moment that she didn't realize Cameron was responding, enthusiastically, pulling herself tighter against Sarah's body. She felt long familiar fingers at the nape of her neck, reach up and give a gentle tug to her hair. The clean taste of Cameron mixed with the warm sweet chocolate on her nipples. It was a heady combination that made Sarah lightheaded. She sucked and bit at the swollen peaks before looking up at Cameron. Her eyes were closed and her head was thrown back.
"Do you feel that?"
"Yes," Cameron's voice was different, raspy and laden with sexual desire. She sounded like a woman. All doubt was swept from Sarah's mind. She forgot everything she thought she knew about terminators, and replaced it with a much more pleasing image of Cameron in the throes of passion.
"Look at me," Sarah waited while the dark eyes refocused on her, "Watch me." Sarah pulled the navy pajama pants down over rounded hips, running her hands over a shapely ass. Sarah could freely admit it now that it was one of the first attributes of Cameron's she noticed. The chocolate had pooled in Cameron's navel and was running down her stomach toward the patch of hair below. With a last glance up at Cameron, who was struggling to keep her breathing steady, her eyelids threatening to flutter closed, Sarah leaned closer before delivering an admonition, "Don't close your eyes."
Sarah wasn't sure what to expect, but she was more than pleased that beyond the sweet chocolate was the pure essence that could only be Cameron. Her tongue slipped effortlessly through moist folds, finding and savoring the small bud. The gasp above her and hand in her hair made Sarah pull back. The eyes above her hadn't wavered or closed.
Sarah smiled crookedly at her, before lifting a long leg and placing it over her shoulder. Angling lower, she pressed her tongue deep into Cameron, making her buck her hips seeking more. Sarah slid back and replaced her tongue with a finger. She moved slowly at first unsure of just how human she was made. When she met little resistance she added another and looked up at Cameron. The brown eyes that had, when they first met, seemed empty and void of emotion were now soft and vulnerable.
"Sarah," the whisper was barely audible. The gentle voice stirred something in Sarah. She leaned her forehead against Cameron's stomach and closing her eyes, allowing the sensations to envelope her. All she heard was the fast and halting breaths that came and went with the movement of her fingers. All she felt was the moist warmth that held her in her own private cocoon, safe and protected. All she knew at that moment was Cameron and Sarah.
There was no past, no future, and no fate. All that existed anymore was destiny. As Cameron reached for and grabbed Sarah's free hand, clinging tightly to each other, they both knew that destiny had found them.