calliopes_muse | Criminal Minds fic

calliopes_muse

Title: Thin Line

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Emily/JJ

Rating: NC-17

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) Sofia wanted smut (and what Sofia wants, Sofia gets) and 2) I wanted to prove to everyone I’m not dead, just getting ready for IDF.

“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.

“Emily, please.”

“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.

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*turns A/C up a little* Now that's how the last season should have ended!!!

How can I compete with him when he can give you all the things I can’t?
Has that woman not looked in the mirror lately!?! I mean, Crawfish v. Emily, even if I wasn't a lesbian, I'd go gay for Emily!!!!

On another note:
1) Sofia wanted smut (and what Sofia wants, Sofia gets)
You do realize what you've opened yourself up to now, don't you?

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