CM fic - A Hard Day

[calliopes_muse]

Title: A Hard Day

Fandom: Criminal Minds (yep, you read that right!)

Pairing: Emily/JJ

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: None except that this isn’t beta’d

Spoilers: For the 10/7/09 episode “The Reckoner”

Disclaimer: Too bad these ladies aren’t mine. We wouldn’t have just occasional subtext to feed from, but we do because they belong to the dickweeds at CBS.

A/N: So, yeah, we finally got Emily and JJ not only alone for a moment but actually physically touching. I’m shocked, aren’t you? Anyway, as soon as that happened, Sofia_Lindsay, among others, said, “Okay, you got some subtext now. Write!” Yes ma’am…whatever you say, ma’am! LOL So…here we go. I’m delving back into CM for the moment. Let’s see if I still have the touch.

 

You hand her the mug of hot coffee and sit next to her. The sad, faraway look on her face making your heart break a little for her. In the brief touch of your hand to her knee, you try to convey these feelings without giving too much away. Since she came back from having Henry, you tried really hard to keep your distance and let yourself move on. She hasn’t seemed to fight it either, and you’re just at the point of letting go. Then she turns to you, as you try desperately to focus on the Vonnegut in your hands, and you can’t help but look back.

 

She leans the seat back and continues to pierce your soul with her beautiful blue eyes. Letting go is going to be a slower process than you expected if she keeps looking at you that way. Then she reaches over and runs a finger along your forearm.

 

“I miss you.” Her eyes leave yours and she watches as her finger traces the veins in your arm, making you shiver. “Especially when we have hard days like today, when it helps to have someone that understands.”

 

She slides her fingers up to your own and threads them together, “Talk to me, Emily.” You see the lost and pained look. You know she’s cleaned up since that guy’s blood splattered all over her, but you can still see it, not on her body but in her eyes. The haunting look of another one lost to the madness.

 

You haven’t said a word, just looked at her, watched her and took in the changing emotions drifting across her face. The lights inside the cabin are bright and you wish for the darkness that’s settling outside to take over inside too.  As if on cue, the cabin lights dim to near black before the overhead lights take over. You put away your book and with your free hand reach up to flip the annoying pinlight off above you, shrouding you both in darkness in your little corner of the plane. You lay your seat back as well to be face-to-face with her, the slowly rising moon outside casting her face in shadows.

 

You both turn on your sides and she pulls the blanket over her legs up over both of your shoulders. It feels strangely like a dance. She moves, you move. She steps back, you step forward. It’s always been this way between the two of you, and you’re seeing it now for what it is. One giving and the other taking, but never really meeting in the middle.

 

You see it though in her eyes, that shared knowledge, and you feel it as she reaches her hand to you under the blanket, where prying eyes can’t see. You look over your shoulder. Everyone’s asleep. It’s just the two of you, in this moment. Taking your hand in hers, she lifts it to her lips, but she doesn’t kiss it. She merely lets her lips play over the skin as she breathes you in. The intimacy of it sends a shiver down your spine, settling warm in your stomach. You realize neither of you have said a word since she asked you to talk to her, but it doesn’t seem needed. You are talking without saying a word, and it feels perfect and understood.

 

Her blue eyes capture you again, and they speak to you of regrets and loss and the should have beens that never happened. She doesn’t break the gaze as she edges a little closer in her seat. Your breathing picks up because you think you know where this is leading or at least you hope you do. A thought occurs to you and you check the armrest between you and sure enough a latch on the bottom makes it lift up and away from you. Now there’s no barrier between you and she smirks a little. It’s barely visible but it’s there and you smile back.

 

Your smile falters though when she does finally kiss your fingers, one by one, and then guides them down her chin to her neck. You feel her pulse point for a brief moment before she moves your hand down further. You’re watching the path of your hand, but when your fingers come to rest at the V of her shirt and her breath catches, you quickly look back up. In her now darkened eyes, you see it. All of that pain and loss transitioned into desire. The haunting look in her eyes now a reflection of her desire kept hidden too long.

 

You test your assumption by unbuttoning the first button, and she doesn’t stop you. She watches you and caresses your forearm, encouraging you to continue. So you undo another button and you see the lacy blue bra underneath and the beginning of skin on her stomach. Your mouth runs dry as you realize that this really is happening, and she has no intention of stopping you. The more buttons you undo, the bolder and more intense her caresses on your arm become.

 

She urges you to continue down, putting your hand over the waistband of her jeans, but you gently pull away and slip the side of her shirt away from her bra-clad breast. Her eyes flutter closed as your fingers gently move over the silky material, teasing her nipple to attention. Lightly, you squeeze it and her mouth parts. You pull back, and she looks at you in surprise. You can’t stand the separation any longer so you do what you wanted for so long and lean over to kiss her. When she doesn’t pull away, you give into it and move closer, leaning over her and claiming her mouth, your hand teasing down her smooth stomach until it rests at the button of her jeans. Desperately, you try to stay quiet. You want so bad to moan into her mouth, talk to her, ask her what she wants but you don’t want to break the spell, or worse, wake anyone up. So you jump off the cliff and plunge ahead, just hoping she’ll still be there to catch you when it’s over.

 

You get your answer when her hand brushes over yours, and she helps you with the button on her jeans and slowly undoes the zipper so it doesn’t make too much noise. Then you’re there, moving past damp curls and she gasps softly, before moving her hips against your hand, beckoning you to follow her in this dance. You push in, she pulls back in surprise, then back down against you as you pull back. Then it all shifts and changes as you push deeper, she slides a thigh over you, welcoming the intimate intrusion, and she pulls your hips in close to her, rolling into you, meeting your thrusts. Finally, there you both are after the long dance, meeting in the middle, of one mind and one body.

 

Your eyes lock, and you feel it deep inside before it ever reaches her eyes. Before she has a chance to voice it, you kiss her again, your tongue mimicking the movement of your hand as she moans into you, wrapping her arm around you and holding you close. When it’s over, you try to move out of her, but she holds you still and kisses you again, not in desperation but acceptance. 

Comments

[revanstar.livejournal.com]

Yay! This was awesome, I am so glad I am not the only person who sees them together and screams subtext at the top of my lungs. Thank you for this.

[mudpiegirl.livejournal.com]

Criminal Minds is still a good show, but I really miss the Emily and JJ interaction. I know they are aware of the fanbase for the E/J pairing because Paget Brewster said in an interview that A.J. Cook had emailed her a youtube video about them. It really seems like at some point there was a decision to curtail their scenes together. It was one thing to know that they weren't ever going to be a canon couple, but another thing altogether to not even have any subtext moments (or heck, any moments together at all).

Anyway, this was a nice little vignette. I still live this femslash pairing, but you just don't see as many good stories, especially long ones, for them.

[angylgrrl81.livejournal.com]

did paget say if she and/or aj were digusted or didn't like that they have a femslash following?

[angylgrrl81.livejournal.com]

oh and great story lol

[mudpiegirl.livejournal.com]

As best I remember, she sounded a little surprised that fans made these youtube videos (in general, not just about them) and said something like it was hilarious.

Sooo, I don't think there was any kind of disgust or revulsion to the idea, but like she didn't really take it serious. Of course, with Kirstin V. who plays Garcia being gay, and Paget offering to perform her wedding ceremony (I read that too and have no idea what kind of license she has) I doubt that there's any homophobia in the cast.

[theluji.livejournal.com]

I've read that too, but if I remember correctly she didn't offer to perform the wedding but wanted to be her wedding planner. Could be wrong though.

The lack of subtext is really frustrating and like seemingly all of you I was completely delighted at that tiny little scene. And this story is the perfect continuation :)

[sofia-lindsay.livejournal.com]

Considering Paget has made out with Missy Crider in Huff, I don't think a femslash following would upset her.

[widget007.livejournal.com]

*tacklehugs* awesome!!! thank you SO much for this, it's brilliant!!

[malexfaith.livejournal.com]

Ive read so many stories by you over time, and each time you capture me with your brilliance and originality. I love how every story is different, and how descriptive and mesmerising each it. I like this one, Ive read a s**t load of E/J fics, but Ive never read anything like this. I like the idea, and the way you wrote it is extremely sexy. Thanks heaps for sharing

[hoeyon.livejournal.com]

This was awesome, and hot. Ugh.

[scarimor.livejournal.com]

Beautiful :)

[ttandme69.livejournal.com]

Wow... I saw that touch on the show and was like, yes, a little interaction w/E&JJ. Thanks for sharing this story! I love your work! Lisa

[sofia-lindsay.livejournal.com]

*runs around the room squeeing, hits wall. Picks self up and squees some more!*

WHEEEEEEEEEEEEE!! I got smut!! I got smut!!!

*sends a triple chocolate cake with REAL chocolate chips your way*

[cyandragonfly.livejournal.com]

Nice to see you writing some CM again! Great writing as always. Talking without words - it's one of those real signs of intimacy. And translating that to fic in a way that works is dificult. Except, it seems, when it comes to your writing.

[authorw.livejournal.com]

This was great!
I love how you describe everything!

[i-fly-solo.livejournal.com]

Okay, first of all, I really like this - and not just because it's smut. ;)

Secondly, can someone clear something up for me? I was under the impression that JJ and will never actually got married, but am I wrong? I'm just a little confused. Thanks!

[sofia-lindsay.livejournal.com]

To our knowledge, they didn't get married. The rings were a sign of commitment to Henry. (Or maybe that last part was a fic I read...)