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Title:  Underneath the Ashes

Fandom:  Criminal Minds

Pairing:  JJ/Emily

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 Quantico to let them know what had happened.

 

“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.”

 

“Alright.”

 

******

 

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.

 

“Thanks Hotch.”

 

“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.

 

“I’m not.”

 

“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.

 
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 I did this one last minute, but I was in a romantic mood and the music fit so...there you go.
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 For Bardy at the XOC forum.  I finally got it done!!!!
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Since I'm going out of town this weekend for IDF, I thought I'd post my stuff on my LJ in case I can't get to it later.

This was a fun vid I did in honor of my friends over at the Xena Online Community forum.  There's a little something for all of us in here. :)

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Title:  Telling Tales

Fandom:  Xena

Pairing:  Xena/Gabrielle

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 [info]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 Greece but the increasing amount of horse and cart tracks helped her conclude that they were close to the next town.

 

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!”

 

“Why not?”

 

“It’s embarrassing!”

 

“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.

 

“Oh Xena!”

 

“Did I do something like this?”  Xena sucked a pert nipple into her mouth, letting it scrap lightly along her teeth.

 

“Gods, yes!”

 

“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.”

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Title:  Skippin’ the U-Haul

Fandom:  Criminal Minds

Pairing:  Emily/JJ

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 [info]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.

 

“Emily!” 

 

“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.

 

“Come in.”

 

“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 New Orleans office,” Emily was sure the earth was opening up and swallowing her because there was nothing under her feet to hold her up.

 

“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…” 

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This awesome vid was created by a co-conspirator, um friend I mean, of mine, Lexx223, over in the Xena community.  This completely rocks and looks so real, esp. the end, that I just had to share it.

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Title:  It was Always You, Part 2

Fandom:  Criminal Minds

Pairing:  JJ/Emily

Archive:  P&P, WIK

Rating:  NC-17

Disclaimer:  Not mine.  If they were, Captain Crawfish wouldn’t exist.

Spoilers:  Lo-Fi

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 [info]sofia_lindsay and [info]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.

calliopes_muse: (Default)
Title: It was Always You
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pairing: JJ/Emily
Archive: P&P, WIK
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine. If they were, Captain Crawfish wouldn’t exist.
Spoilers: Lo-Fi
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 [profile] sofia_lindsayand [profile] 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!
 
 
The lights of the club were starting to hurt Emily’s eyes. The more whiskey she drank, the more the thumping bass felt like nails on a chalkboard. She could feel herself on a precarious edge where an innocent provocation could set off fireworks. Her head told her to leave before something irreversible happened. She closed her eyes to block the strobe effect from her vision, but all she saw was JJ’s face smiling at Will when the news of her pregnancy and ultimate marriage was announced. She smiled her congratulations as convincingly as possible before disappearing to the nearest bar.
 
*****
 
JJ stared at the charred wreckage. Two blocks away, a dark SUV exploded into a million fiery pieces. It was empty, a plant that looked almost exactly like the BAU’s. It was meant to send a warning. Tears fell down the press liaison’s face as Will approached her, gently resting a hand on her shoulder. 
 
“Come on, baby. Let’s go,” she refused to move. Will didn’t understand. He’d never understand. She looked at Morgan, his arms crossed in anger, then to Hotch, a worried frown digging into the etched lines of his face. Garcia stood off to the side on her phone, probably talking to Kevin. She could see her friend’s reddened cheeks and a glint of tears even from a distance. This was her family. These were the people she cared about and needed in her life, but the one person she needed to see more than anyone was nowhere to be found.
 
She brushed Will’s hand away, “I can’t. I have to do something.”
 
She didn’t wait to hear his protest. She walked over to Garcia instead, “Where is she?” The tech goddess looked at her like JJ had grown another head.
 
JJ reiterated what she thought was the obvious, “Emily…where is she?” If anyone could find someone, it was Garcia. She told Kevin bye and started punching on the keypad of her Blackberry.
 
“She’s at the bar around the corner from our hotel. JJ, what’s wrong?” The blonde gave her friend a sad smile.
 
“Give me an hour and hopefully nothing will be wrong anymore.”
 
******
 
Emily rubbed at her now aching temples. Why the hell was she still here? What did she think was going to happen here that couldn’t happen in her hotel room? At least there it was quiet, but something about drinking herself silly while JJ fucked Captain Crawfish next door made the pain she was currently in somehow much more appealing.
 
“Emily?” Great! Now she was hearing voices too. It was definitely time to call it quits. She should have done that when her nose went numb three shots ago.
 
JJ brushed her hand over Emily’s shoulder and slid up to the bar next to her. Hallucinations too??? Fuck! She was really bad off. JJ counted the empty shot glasses and wondered how the brunette was still sitting on the stool much less conscious.
 
“Em? What the hell are you doing?” The profiler glared at the blonde. It was this simple question of concern that sent her over the edge of reasoning.
 
“Oh, what, JJ? Are you going to get all holier-than-thou on me now…MOM?” She emphasized the last word, with a glance at JJ’s stomach, intending it as the dig it was meant to be.
 
The bite in the words made JJ visibly flinch. She hadn’t seen Emily out of control and didn’t know what to think. She knew that it was the alcohol talking and she pulled at all of the resources her years of dealing with her father had taught her.  
 
“Why don’t we go back to the hotel and talk?” Emily leaned in close, a sneer pulling at the edges of her mouth. She could smell the sweet scent of lilacs in JJ’s shampoo and she wanted to run her fingers through the silky tresses. Her look turned sad.
 
“Why don’t YOU go back to the hotel, to your Crawdaddy?” JJ caught the second slip of the brunette’s eyes to her stomach. When she looked back up into Emily’s dark eyes, she saw something there that rocked her to her core. It wasn’t anger or disappointment or even bitterness. That wasn’t it. 
 
JJ’s next words came so naturally and so true that she didn’t even realize she had said them until they were out there, “I don’t want Will.”
 
It didn’t register with her until that very moment, but when she was standing by the burning vehicle, her first thought wasn’t of Will or even of the baby, but of Emily. She remembered screaming at seeing the blast, and it was because she thought it was Emily’s car.
 
The profiler turned fully on her, looking down through dark eyelashes as she stared at JJ’s mouth, making the blonde squirm under the intensity, “Then what do you want, JJ?”
 
The seconds stretched for an eternity between them. JJ forgot the question as she watched Emily watching her. Blue eyes zeroed in on red lips. JJ’s heart beat in double time when Emily’s tongue barely dusted over those same red lips. She felt the invisible pull between them and she was helpless to stop it. Emily put a hand on her waist before leaning in close to JJ’s ear.
 
“Do you want me JJ?” The husky voice of the profiler sent shivers through JJ’s body.
 
“Yes,” Emily dropped her money on the bar, and then reached for JJ’s hand. The blonde felt the warmth of Emily’s hand in her own and it felt right. She was scared out of her mind, but she couldn’t walk away now.  She didn’t want to.  She felt the pieces slip into place. All of the casual glances and gentle touches made sense. It had always been Emily.
 
When they reached Emily’s hotel room, JJ found she couldn’t keep her hands off of Emily. She brushed her hands along Emily’s back, feeling the curves leading to her waist. The blonde was so lost in nuzzling Emily’s neck that she didn’t realize Emily had dropped the room key.
 
Emily grabbed one of JJ’s roaming hands and wrapped it around her waist, leaning back with a smirk, “JJ, honey, if you don’t stop that, I’ll never get this door open.”
 
“Then we’ll do it out here,” JJ could have sworn she heard the brunette growl as she bent over to get the key then swiftly opened the door. Emily braced the door with her foot and turned to the blonde that clung to her back.
 
“I don’t think you want Hotch to see this,” Emily wrapped one arm around JJ’s waist and pulled her in at the neck with the other until their lips met. JJ moaned at the contact of lips, breasts, and hips. She tried to brace herself against the door jam but, not finding purchase, eventually dug her fingernails into Emily’s back, making the profiler gasp.
 
Emily pushed JJ further into the room before kicking the door closed. The slight distance between them gave JJ a chance to brush her palms over Emily’s breasts before moving to the buttons. The brunette gently pushed JJ’s hands away, giving her a devilish smirk, as she moved her slowly back toward the edge of the bed causing JJ to fall backwards on the mattress. When JJ attempted to sit up, Emily pushed her back down.
 
“No. Just watch,” JJ swallowed hard as Emily’s hands wandered over her own body before teasingly unbuttoning her shirt. The press liaison watched the lithe fingers move lower and lower, images of what she wanted those fingers to do to her superimposed over the delicious striptease she was receiving. Her sensations were on overload and her hands itched to touch Emily’s skin.
 
“God, Emily, you’re so beautiful.” It came out in a whisper, almost like a prayer of thanksgiving to whatever god created this creature. “I want to touch you.” 
 
JJ sat up, her face level with Emily’s stomach. She let her hands glide up over firm thighs as she placed gentle kisses on Emily’s bare skin. A hand moved into her hair to silently urge her on. That was when she noticed it - Emily’s scent. The knowledge that she had done this to Emily, that the brunette wanted this as much as she did, made her lightheaded. Vaguely conscious of it, she realized she was undoing Emily’s pants to get closer to her, to taste her. 
 
A hand tugged at her hair making her look up at the dark eyes staring intently at her, “JJ.”
 
“I want to. Let me,” the blonde pulled at the now undone pants and kissed the edge of black panties to emphasize her point. When she looked up, Emily’s eyes locked with hers. She watched Emily as she pulled the panties down before moving a finger into the wetness. Emily’s eyes fluttered closed.
 
“Oh God, Jennifer,” she liked the sound of her name coming from Emily and she wanted to hear more of it. She moved another finger into the warmth. When Emily’s head fell back, JJ wrapped an arm around her waist to keep her steady. The blonde closed her eyes, resting her head against Emily’s tight stomach, getting lost in the sensation of Emily’s muscles contracting around her fingers.
 
She felt the wetness and ache between her own legs increase, making her push Emily’s legs apart further with her knees. It was like she couldn’t get close enough, deep enough. Emily hissed when a third finger was added.
 
“Jesus! Oh, fuck me!” Emily braced herself against JJ’s shoulders, digging into the soft skin, only vaguely aware of her hips bucking instinctively against JJ’s hand as she felt the warmth start in her belly and spread throughout her body as her orgasm approached. The blonde watched with fascination as Emily went to pieces before her eyes. She gathered Emily in her arms and guided her down onto the bed.
 
JJ caressed Emily’s face, marveling at the regal beauty naked in her arms. For a small town girl from Pennsylvania, this felt like some unbelievable dream she was going to wake up from. Things like this just didn’t happen to someone like Jennifer Jareau. Emily rolled over, propping her head in her hand and wrapping one arm around JJ’s waist. 
 
“I love you, Jennifer. I’ve always loved you,” JJ smiled at the words, remembering her own thoughts from earlier. She ran her free hand through the dark tresses.
 
“Emily,” she shook her head, “I’m so sorry.”
 
“Why?”
 
“It’s always been you. You were always the one I wanted.”
 
“You’ve got me, Jennifer Jareau, for as long as you’ll have me,” Emily cemented the promise with another kiss, deepening the kiss as her hands wandered over the blonde’s body. When she caressed the soft skin of JJ’s stomach, her heart couldn’t help but make a promise to the small life growing inside JJ.  

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