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calliopes_muse) wrote2008-12-30 08:43 pm
CM fic - The More, The Merrier
Title: The More, the Merrier
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pairing: Emily/Jordan/JJ…OH MY!!! (You all KNOW it HAD to be done!)
Rating: It’s a threesome…um, DUH!
Summary: JJ should knock before she enters.
A/N: This was supposed to be for Christmas, so it’s a tad late.
A/N2: This is for ![[info]](https://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small}
sofia_lindsay so she won’t be so bored.
One of these days, JJ was really going to learn to knock before entering a room. She didn’t think it would be an issue showing up a little early to Emily’s annual BAU holiday party, but she had been horribly wrong. Now she sat in her car outside Emily’s condo at 4am, looking at the door, wondering where the hell her mind had been for the last three hours. How in the hell was she going to face Emily at work Monday knowing what had happened? An even bigger question was how was she going to stop the quivering deep inside every time she thought about Emily now?
JJ heard the give of the click in the lock as she juggled the bowl of green bean casserole and plate of honey ham, a bottle of Merlot gingerly tucked under her arm. Every corner of Emily’s condo was tastefully decorated for Christmas. Like Emily, nothing was flashy or gaudy, but classic and unique. JJ had learned at last year’s party that every piece of Emily’s varied Christmas collection was gathered from her many trips abroad with her family. Even her tree was covered with ornaments carefully selected from about 50 trips between Paris to Belize and back again.
JJ couldn’t help but listen enthralled by all of Emily’s tales from her travels. She joked about sliding down a hillside in Brazil to reach a small village for the tiny red and gold ornament third from the left. Halfway through the story, JJ realized she had been staring at Emily’s mouth and had an urge to wrap her arms around the other woman, curl around her and listen to her stories for hours. The realization shocked her, but she pushed it away as a fluke or too much wine. Either was plausible or at least more acceptable than a little Occam’s Razor in your life.
She carefully set the dishes down on the island with bowls and plates of other food already prepared by Emily. She reached for a wine glass and the antique, solid silver corkscrew. It was a heavy son of a bitch, but JJ loved it! With a soft pop, the cork came out and JJ poured a healthy helping in her glass. She had nearly filled her glass when she heard a giggle from upstairs, then another and another.
JJ assumed Emily was upstairs still getting ready, but Emily NEVER giggled! She may laugh, a hearty laugh that JJ loved or quietly smile mischievously, but she did NOT giggle.
Then another voice, “Oh Emily!” almost made JJ drop her glass.
Curiosity overtaking her, she walked up the stairs as quietly as possible. Emily’s bedroom door was cracked and JJ gave in to the urge to peek inside, as a soft moan escaped through the opening.
JJ managed to cover her gaping mouth just in time to stop her audible gasp. Stretched out on Emily’s bed was a half-naked, enraptured Jordan, with an equally naked Emily standing over her.
Emily’s black tank top was being pushed up by one of Jordan’s roaming hands, while Emily pushed down her own black slacks.
“Please, baby, fuck me…hard,” Jordan moaned, as she wrapped her legs around Emily’s waist.
Emily reached between their bodies, making a motion slightly backwards, then forward again, “Is this what you want?”
Jordan thrashed her head from side-to-side, as Emily leaned over her, “Answer me or I’ll take it out.”
“Yes, oh fuck yes!” Emily smirked and placed a hand on each side of Jordan’s head.
That’s when JJ noticed it, the dildo firmly attached to Emily and even more firmly embedded in Jordan. It was too much information coming at JJ at once. She hurried to get away and ended up stumbling into what JJ would later assume was a very expensive vase. It went tumbling down the stairs in pieces, followed by JJ.
Emily and Jordan jumped at the commotion, “What the fuck was that?!”
Both women hastily pulled their clothes on and reached simultaneously for their firearms on the bedside table. They raced to the stairs and saw JJ in a heap, but breathing.
“JayJ!” Emily was at her side first, but JJ was already stirring, rubbing the side of her head.
“Oh shit, that hurt!”
“JJ, are you okay?” Emily noticed that Jordan was already going to the kitchen to get some ice for JJ’s head.
“Yeah, yeah, it’s just a bump, no blood. I’m good.” JJ was already making an effort to stand up.
“Whoa, take it easy. Here, sit on the couch.” Emily eased her over to the oversized sofa, as Jordan came up behind JJ.
“Here, JJ. This will help.”
JJ looked at Jordan in nothing but panties and a T-shirt and remembered why she took the fall down the stairs. She moaned, not at the pain, but the inevitable embarrassment coming. She looked up to see Emily crinkling her eyebrows at Jordan and then following her eyes to the top of the stairs, the realization hitting her dead on.
“Um, JayJ?”
“Don’t, Emily. Please.”
“You were…you saw…,” she looked at JJ with her head in her hands, a dark shade of red staining her tan cheeks, “you watched us.”
JJ dropped her head further into her hands and moaned harder.
When Emily didn’t say anything else and the room was deathly silent, JJ peeked up between her fingers to see a smirking Emily with her arm wrapped around Jordan’s waist.
“Did you enjoy the show, JayJ?”
JJ stood and raced for the kitchen and her glass of wine, “I think I need a drink.”
“Oh my god, JJ! You did!”
“Shut up, Em.” Emily leaned over the bar towards JJ as she downed her last gulp of wine, waiting for the blonde to look at her.
“Tell ya what, Jay. You stick around after everyone leaves and we’ll finish what we started. Your choice. Either way, it’s our secret.” As if on cue, the doorbell rang.
JJ stood stunned at their retreating backs as they left to finish getting dressed. She ran her hands through her hair. Holy shit, she thought.
Dinner was an awkward affair. She couldn’t stop looking at Emily and the knowing glances from Jordan. Damn if the other woman wasn’t actually smirking at JJ. Emily laughed and joked as if nothing happened or would happen, and it was driving JJ nuts. She was amazed that in a room full of profilers, no one caught on to the looks being exchanged between Emily and Jordan or her own withdrawn behavior.
In spite of the light conversation, she couldn’t get the image of Emily and Jordan in bed out of her head. The thought sent a rush of heat through her and against her better judgment she downed glass after glass of wine. She tried to focus on the jokes and laughter around her. She tried to get out of her head and enjoy the moment, but she kept seeing herself from Jordan’s point of view, under Emily, her legs wrapped around the other woman’s waist, her own head thrown back in pleasure.
When Hotch inquired about dessert, JJ found the perfect opportunity to extract herself from the situation.
“I’ll get it.” She was gone before anyone could protest.
Jordan looked at Emily, a flash of concern sending Jordan into action, “I’ll go help her.”
When Jordan peeked in the kitchen, JJ was leaning against the counter, her eyes closed and her lips a hard, thin line. She stepped closer but decided to keep her distance.
“Hey, you okay?”
JJ jumped at the voice and fought to regain her composure, “Oh yeah, I’m great!”
“You could fool me. You’ve hardly said two words tonight, and you look like you’re heading for the firing squad.”
When JJ didn’t respond, Jordan stepped closer to stand next to JJ, leaning her hip against the counter, “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, JJ.”
JJ nodded her head, “I know.”
“But?”
JJ looked up into the endless depths of Jordan’s eyes and for a brief second she understood what Emily saw in her. She exuded a warmth, kindness, and tenderness rarely found in their line of work. JJ could see why they were good together.
“But,” JJ let out the breath she had been holding, “what if I want to?”
Jordan reached for her hand, lacing their fingers together, “That’s okay too.”
JJ could feel herself starting to shake at the meaning of her self-disclosure and Jordan reading her perfectly, stepped in front of JJ, raising her head with one hand.
“We’re all adults here, JJ. This is whatever you want it to be for this moment. Whatever you want or need can be granted here and it’ll stay here. That I can promise you.”
JJ’s nervousness gave way to a rush of desire at Jordan’s words, “Anything I want?”
Jordan smirked, “Anything. Think about it.”
Jordan turned to reach for a pie and hand another one to JJ, who was smiling widely at her, “That’s the problem! I’ve been thinking about it all night.”
Reid was the last one to leave, and in his naïveté suggested that he could drive a very tipsy JJ home.
“That’s sweet, Spence, but I think I’ll just sleep it off here. If that’s alright with Emily.”
Emily smiled at her, “Absolutely!”
Reid shrugged, “Okay, whatever. Later, ladies.”
Emily closed the door on his retreating back and leaned against the door, “Finally!”
“I second that!” Jordan walked up to Emily, claiming her lips in a possessive kiss. JJ swallowed hard, watching the scene from her spot across the room.
When Jordan broke the kiss off, she turned to look at JJ, while Emily began to nibble at her neck. She reached out a hand to JJ.
“Come here.”
She only hesitated slightly before rising from the sofa. None of it felt real to JJ. It was almost like this was all happening to another person, and she thought that was a shame because she really wanted it to be her.
Emily stopped her assault on Jordan’s neck to look at JJ, “I’m glad you decided to stay, Jennifer.”
Before JJ could respond, Emily’s lips descended on hers, touching lightly at first until JJ opened her lips to invite Emily in. That’s when Emily wrapped her arm around JJ’s waist and pulled her in closer, deepening the kiss. Jordan moaned at the sight, drawing JJ’s attention away from Emily’s lips. The look of desire and complete trust in Jordan’s eyes pushed away the last of JJ’s doubts as she leaned in to claim her soft, warm lips.
“Let’s take this upstairs,” Emily nudged them. Jordan took JJ’s hand and led her away, as Emily watched.
When Emily clicked the bedroom door closed, Jordan was already in the process of undressing JJ. She could feel Emily’s eyes on her, burrowing underneath her skin, warming her from the inside out. Jordan’s hands caressed the space below her breasts before sliding over and cupping each, causing JJ’s breath to hitch.
Emily slipped her own shirt off as she approached the two women. She kissed each in turn, letting her hands wander over JJ’s bare torso. She leaned back to look into JJ’s blue eyes turned a deep indigo with desire. She was going to state the obvious that they wouldn’t do anything JJ wouldn’t want them to, but she wasn’t sure if there wasn’t anything JJ didn’t want.
“Perhaps we should all get a little more comfortable,” Emily started helping JJ do just that by unzipping her jeans. She stopped Emily’s hands when she began pulling them down.
“I think I’d like to watch first.” Emily and Jordan smiled at her.
“Anything you want, JJ,” Jordan reminded JJ of their earlier conversation before turning back to Emily and undoing the other woman’s pants. In moments both were naked and kissing as JJ sat on the bed and watched. JJ had never thought of herself as a voyeur, but right now, it was her new favorite sexual activity. JJ found herself lost in the image of roaming hands and mouths on bare skin. The moans and sounds making her squirm uncomfortably, until Emily pulled away from Jordan and made her way to JJ.
“The more, the merrier.” Emily pushed JJ onto her back and ran her hands up JJ’s thighs, reaching the apex of her thighs and applying a little pressure to make JJ moan. She slid her hands up to undo JJ’s jeans and pull them over her hips.
Jordan laid down next to JJ, running her fingers through blonde hair and caressing soft, tan skin. JJ couldn’t decide whether she wanted to focus on the hands building the ache between her legs or the one coaxing her into movement. Eventually, she gave in and reached up to pull Jordan down into a hard, deep kiss. She felt the other woman’s breasts brush her own as the kiss became more intense, the touches below more fervent.
Jordan pulled away and slowly began a torturous descent down JJ’s body, pausing to suck hard on her nipples and biting at the tender flesh underneath.
“Oh god!” Jordan’s hand joined Emily’s, teasing the sensitive skin just outside of JJ’s opening. As Jordan kissed down JJ’s body, Emily was working her way up, biting at the soft skin behind JJ’s knee then running her tongue along the crease to ease the slight pain her bite caused.
JJ couldn’t believe this was happening. She had to look to be sure it wasn’t all a dream or some wine-induced fantasy. Sure enough, there were twin dark heads kissing the inside of her thighs, pressing her legs further and further apart. JJ’s head slammed back on the bed as her fingers dug into the soft bedspread. When the mouths on her stopped moving, she looked down again to see Emily and Jordan engaged in a fierce kiss then they stopped and passed a knowing look between them.
Movement started again when one hand, JJ wasn’t sure which, teased her opening with a finger, while another stroked her clit. JJ was about to lose control and beg, even demand, for something, anything, to happen. It was all she could do to hold the rocking motion of her hips still to not make her need too obvious.
Not just one, but two, fingers entered JJ making her sigh in relief and renewed desire. Her body refused to be still as her hips met the fingers in a frenzied, rhythmic motion.
“Oh god, oh yes, oh fuck,” JJ panted. She was so close and she didn’t care anymore about who or how or why.
All movement stopped again, almost making JJ scream in frustration, until Emily stood above JJ simply looking at her.
“Do you need this, JJ?”
“Yes.”
“Do you care how you get it?”
JJ barely hesitated, “No.”
But JJ wasn’t ready for what came next. The force of the dildo between her legs practically lifted her off the bed as she dug her nails into Emily’s forearms where she braced herself above JJ. Emily’s steady thrusts built the desire in JJ again, until she was tossing her head from side-to-side. She barely registered that Jordan was seated in a chair across the room, her hand busy taking care of her own pleasure.
“I want you to come for me, Jennifer,” Emily whispered huskily in her ear.
“Oh god…oh Emily,” her body shook as Emily words pushed her over the edge.
When the lights went out in Emily’s condo, JJ started up her car. She wasn’t sure what Monday would bring once she had to finally face Emily, but one thing JJ knew, this would be one holiday she’d never forget.
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Hey!! What's that supposed to mean?!!
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*nervously* Now let's not get too carried away here. I'm sure we can work something out!
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I'm sure we can. *wink*
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*makes mental note never to cross calliope, and offers a cookie as a preliminary start on the right foot*
Nothing can be bad if it results in tons of smut!!
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