calliopes_muse

Title: Love in an Elevator

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Emily/JJ, of course…who else?

Rating: R/NC-17
Archive: P&P, WIK

Disclaimer: No profit being made and unfortunately, I don’t own these fine ladies. This would definitely happen if I did.

A/N: This is post LoFi, so there may be a few spoilers. This is for sofia_lindsay because she’s been incredibly patient with my muse that went MIA after IDF. Sofia needed an Em/JJ smut fix…here you go, buddy!

A/N2: Not beta’d. Heck, this was FOR my beta, so I couldn’t very well let her read it. *wink*

Emily stood in the hallway, mulling over her first day back to work. After the bombings in New York and the closing of their case, Hotch gave everyone a week off to get themselves together before tackling the next case. Emily was beginning to wonder if there would ever be enough time off to help her forget the earth-shattering news that JJ was pregnant. On top of it, she was marrying that detective. The brunette still couldn’t bring herself to say his name, even in her head, and she feared that it would only be a matter of time before JJ picked up on her obvious distaste for the New Orleans cop. When she heard the news of the pregnancy, she tried to suppress her own disappointment. In fact, looking back on it, she thinks she may have laid her false enthusiasm on a bit thick.

The profiler had yet to see JJ this morning and wondered how she’d feel and react to the one person on the team that she felt not only comfortable with, but bonded to, like no other. Her start at the BAU had been rocky to say the least and with time she had managed to gain the team’s trust, but all she cared about at this moment was not ruining the one friendship that, if she lost, would devastate her the most. So, when the elevator doors opened and she saw the familiar blonde head bowed in concentration at the files in her arms, she took a deep breath and put on a fake smile.

“Hey!” JJ jerked her head up at the chipper voice.

“Well hi, Em! Did you have a good week off?” She turned to face the dark-haired woman as she burrowed herself deep into the corner of the elevator. After years of being on the BAU, JJ had learned to pick up on body language, inflection, and tone. What she saw in the slightly slumped shoulders and smile that didn’t reach dark eyes worried her. Emily was sad and hurting. She was wounded and trying to find a way to protect herself from more pain. The press liaison had noticed the subtle changes in Emily’s body language not long after Will had shown up on one of their cases. These changes became more and more pronounced after Emily had practically shoved JJ into Will’s arms after a case. JJ didn’t have to seek out Reid, the boy genius, for analysis of this situation. The blonde was pretty sure that Emily felt something for JJ and the news of Will and the baby only exacerbated the agent’s pain.

Truth be told, JJ wasn’t sure why she had been running from Emily and of all people ran into Will’s arms. In spite of the fact that members of the team shouldn’t become romantically involved, Emily and JJ were grown women and capable of approaching this situation like adults. So why didn’t they? It was a question that plagued JJ. It was getting to the point of keeping her up nights. She had dreaded coming back to work, but couldn’t imagine staying away. Every day she feared walking into the office to get the news that Emily had resigned, yet she couldn’t bring herself to be honest with Emily either. To force the issue and call this what it was. Love.

When the elevator started to move, Emily broke into her thoughts, “It was good, I guess. Nothing special. You?” Emily flinched at her own comments. This conversation was more painful than having a tooth pulled without anesthetic.

“It was okay. Nothing special,” the blonde laughed at the repetition of Emily’s own words, who politely smiled in response. Both stood silent praying for the ride to end quickly. Both got their wish, but not the way they wanted it, when all the lights went out and the elevator jerked to a halt. As the orange glow of the emergency lights came on, they stared at each other as realization hit.

Emily was the first to react. She banged ineffectually at the metal door, “No, no, no!!! Damn it, come on!”

JJ, however, was slowly backing up to the wall, a look of panic on her face, “Em?”

The brunette turned to see a wide-eyed JJ sinking to the floor, “JJ, are you okay?”

“Em? Emily!” Her breath came in short, quick gasps, and her vision was starting to tunnel. “Oh god, oh god, I can’t breathe.” Emily knelt down in front of JJ, grabbing her face between both hands, forcing the blonde to look her in the eyes. Emily hissed as JJ’s nails dug into her forearms.

“JJ! JJ, look at me!” Frightened blue eyes anchored onto warm brown centering her. “I’ve got you. We’re okay. Take a slow deep breath.” JJ followed the instructions and took a deep breath, feeling herself immediately relax. “Don’t look away. Just look at me.” JJ wasn’t finding the commands hard to follow. She was, in fact, enjoying the soft caress of Emily’s thumb against her cheek and her hands on the warm skin of Emily’s forearms. She had yet to break eye contact with the brunette and the intensity of the moment made her hyperaware of every sensation. She watched with fascination as Emily licked her lips.

Emily noticed the movement of JJ’s eyes to her mouth, the gradual darkening of blue eyes into a sensuous violet, and JJ’s own sympathetic response as the blonde bit her bottom lip. The profiler’s heart sped up at the signals JJ was sending. When she tried to pull away, JJ refused to let her arms go.

“No more running, Emily. You can’t tell me you don’t want this too.” Emily lost all sense of time and space as the words hit home. JJ wanted her. The feelings were mutual. It was almost more than Emily could comprehend. This moment was better than any dream or fantasy she had ever had about JJ. “Do you want me, Emily?”

Words wouldn’t come. All the emotion Emily felt was stuck inside so she decided to show the other woman exactly how she felt instead by kissing her in a way that left no room for doubt. JJ closed her eyes at the touch of Emily’s mouth and moaned as her tongue teasingly entered her mouth. Slowly, their mouths discovered each other building a tension between them as the sensations binding them together spread throughout their bodies. Suddenly, JJ found that she couldn’t get the brunette close enough and was tugging at her feverishly, eventually wrapping her legs around the other woman’s waist trying to get as close as possible.

Emily broke contact with JJ’s mouth and let her lips explore along the cheek and jawline she had been caressing only moments before. JJ returned the favor by pushing aside Emily’s collar and biting gently but firmly at the base of Emily’s neck. The brunette let her head fall back, savoring the feeling of JJ’s mouth on her neck and her hands kneading her breasts through her shirt, until she caught sight of the security camera in the corner.

“Um, JJ? Maybe we better stop.”

JJ pulled back, completely confused, “What? Why?” She followed Emily’s gaze over her shoulder to the camera. JJ turned back to her with a wicked smile. “Power’s out, Em. It’s not recording.” She watched the smile of understanding slowly spread over the dark features. Slowly her hands picked up where they left off, teasing Emily’s nipples through the material.

“This shirt really needs to go, Em.” Emily couldn’t agree more. A small part of her questioned the logic of this situation. That same part of her wanted to wine and dine JJ. Take her out on a proper date. The larger part of her wanted to feel JJ’s skin against hers…now.

“JJ, are you sure you want to do this, like this?” Emily panted as her bra joined her shirt on the floor. She quickly learned that JJ liked to torture her as her nipples grew tighter from being squeezed and flicked.

“No, not really,” Emily pulled back, looking at her strangely. “I have far too many clothes on too.” Emily smirked and leaned back further to enjoy the show as JJ proceeded to remove her own shirt and bra. “Do you want to touch me?”

The brunette quirked an eyebrow at JJ, “No, not at all.” JJ had a retort at the ready that got cutoff by Emily’s hot mouth on her breast.

“Jesus!!!” JJ fell back against the wall, looking down her body at the mane of dark hair spread out across her chest. She was losing control and fast as her hips bucked at the sensation of Emily’s mouth sucking her harder and harder. “Oh god, Em!” All pretense was gone. She had to have this woman and she had to have her right now. She fumbled with the buckle of her own pants and grabbed a hand holding her tightly around the waist. “Em?” The profiler looked up with hooded eyes. The emotions that rocketed through the blonde at the sight took her breath away. “I need you, Em. Please,” she whispered desperately.

Emily watched the emotions dance across JJ’s face as she pulled her up straighter and pushed her hand past the band of her underwear. With painstaking slowness, Emily slid two fingers into JJ. JJ’s eyes started to drift closed at the exquisite feeling of Emily inside of her, “Look at me.” The look of complete adoration and unrestrained passion in Emily’s dark eyes was all too much.

“I love you, Emily.” Her hips picked up the steady, sure rhythm of Emily’s fingers. She could feel the tingling start in her toes and fingers as the orgasm built from a far off distance, like a wave crashing to the shore. They kept eye contact, close enough to kiss, but far enough off to watch the changes on each other’s face. Emily saw the wave coming closer as JJ struggled to keep her eyes open, her body tensing and tightening, until she could no longer hold it. At that moment, Emily gave her heart to the woman in her arms, “I love you too, Jennifer.” JJ pulled Emily closer, burying her face in the other woman’s neck, as she cried out Emily’s name.

The elevator lurched as the power came back on, forcing both women to hurriedly put their clothes back on. JJ smirked as she looked over at Emily, “I guess that’s one way to handle a panic attack.”

Emily finished buttoning her shirt and leaned over to kiss JJ, a thousand watt smile plastered across her face, “I have many skills.”