calliopes_muse

I've been promising someone a CM fic for a while. I like to keep my promises. I just hope it lives up to what she's used to from me.

Title: Taking You Home
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pairing: Emily/JJ
Rating: NC-17
Spoiler: For the ending of “The Performer” on 11/11/09.
Disclaimer: These lovely ladies aren’t mine. If they were, I wouldn’t have to write this to have the good stuff. I’ll put them back a tad rumpled but happy, right where I found them.
Warning: None
Summary: Emily can’t let JJ go home alone after what happened.
A/N: In this particular world, there’s no baby or boyfriend with a horrible Southern accent. JJ’s getting lovin’…good lovin’ from a very willing Emily, as it should be.

Emily handed the bottle of water off to JJ and looked at her sideways as she gently cradled the icepack on the top of her head. The blonde had changed from her traditional black jacket and white button down to a more comfortable black V-neck sweater that was incredibly flattering. The brunette tried to follow the post-case conversation among her teammates on the plane back to Quantico, but she couldn’t seem to think of anything except seeing JJ on the ground face down in the dirt.

The plane started its descent into the air base. Emily had tried to sleep on the last half of the flight back, but every time she closed her eyes, she saw blonde hair matted by blood and dirt. She tried not to let the shake in her hands show as she raised her own water bottle for a swallow. The worst part about being a profiler was that everyone picked up on the small clues.

When everyone had disembarked and were headed for their cars, Emily caught up to JJ.

“Hey, JJ. Wait up!” The blonde turned and smiled at her as she jogged up. “Why don’t you let me take you home?”

“I’m fine, really. The EMTs did a full check on me. It didn’t even break the skin. I think I’ll be friendly with a bottle of Tylenol for a while though.”

Emily smiled as JJ tried to joke off the seriousness of day’s events. “Humor me then. At least let me follow you home and get you settled in.” When JJ looked hesitant, Emily tilted her head. “For me then? So I don’t have to worry until I see you Monday morning.”

“I’m not going to win this, am I?”

“Nope.”

JJ rolled her eyes. “Fine. Follow me.”

**********

Emily pulled into a parking spot a few down from JJ and followed her up the steps to her apartment. When JJ dropped her keys trying to unlock the door, Emily joked with her about getting conked on the head a bit too hard. She dropped her purse by the couch and urged JJ to have a seat. It wasn’t the first time the brunette had been to JJ’s apartment. Over the summer and several times before that, the blonde had impromptu parties for the team where they’d usually hang out drinking beers and watching a game or something else completely unstructured. The team learned quickly not to try board games like Trivial Pursuit because Spencer always kicked their collective asses.

Emily smiled at the décor. The plain white walls were dressed up with classic black and white prints. They weren’t typical pieces of photography like Ansel Adams that everyone seemed to own, but they were local artist finds that JJ collected from the towns they visited. Some were even vintage images from the places they traveled taken decades ago and showing their wear and age. It gave the space and its owner a depth of character that fascinated Emily.

After she convinced JJ to sit on the couch, Emily went to the kitchen, found a bottle of wine, and a bottle of Tylenol. She uncorked it and poured both of them a hardy glass of the red liquid. She came back to the couch and handed over the wine glass and medicine before sitting down.

JJ looked at the glass warily. “Are you sure I should be drinking after a bonk on the head?”

“You had a bit of a scare. We all did. It can’t hurt to relax a little.”

She watched as JJ took a sip, along with the two pills in her hand, and closed her eyes. The blonde rolled her head to the side then back and finally rolled it forward with a sigh. She ran a hand up the back of her neck and rubbed the tight muscles.

When Emily saw a flash of pain pass over JJ’s face, she set her glass down and leaned forward. “Here, let me do that.”

Emily slid her hands under JJ’s and replaced her fingers at the nape of JJ’s neck. Slowly, she rubbed the sore and tense muscles and smiled when JJ’s hands fell to her lap unable to even function anymore. Emily lost herself in the soft sighs her touch elicited from JJ. Her pulse quickened as she imagined the blonde responding under a more intimate setting and intention, and she quickly pushed it down. She couldn’t act on this because she knew if she did and it went bad, that it would damage the team’s cohesion.

The thought of having to leave the BAU because of an ill-fated relationship was the only thing that stopped her, especially when JJ looked at her in the same way she was looking at her now.

The shock that she was being watched as she warred against her emotions was delayed because she was exactly that – lost in her emotions.

JJ’s blue eyes were not only looking at her but into her. “What are you thinking?”

Emily shook her head and looked down. “Nothing, really.”

She pulled her hands away from JJ’s inviting skin, but the blonde reached down and lifted her hands back to her neck. “Don’t stop. Just talk to me.”

Emily smirked, thinking fast of a way out of this situation. The one thing she knew she couldn’t do right now was look at JJ. “Okay, but it’ll be easier if I move behind you.” Emily stood and moved around behind JJ’s back, propping herself on her knees. She slid her hands back under blonde tresses and began a slow knead on the muscles along JJ’s shoulder blades.

“Now that you don’t have to look at me, talk to me.”

She sighed and realized she wasn’t getting out of this, so she thought fast about a half-truth that she hoped JJ would buy. “I was just thinking how it was ironic that we’ve both taken a hit to the head. Wonder what that means?”

“That, unlike our male counterparts, we use our heads.”

Both of them giggled at the joke, and Emily was surprised to feel JJ relax against her. The new close proximity made the massage virtually impossible, so Emily opted for massaging JJ’s upper arms just to have something to do with her hands.

The blonde moaned and relaxed further. “That feels incredible! It’s amazing how tired my arms get. I guess it’s carrying all of those files around all the time.” A long moment of silence passed between them. “You have amazing hands.”

The low, sultry sound of JJ’s voice reverberated through Emily’s body, sending shockwaves to other parts as well. “Um, thanks.” Emily tried to move back away from the lithe body in front of her and find something else to do with her hands.

JJ looked over her shoulder when she noticed the massage had stopped. “That didn’t mean you had to stop. Trust me, it wasn’t a criticism.”

“I think I want more wine. You want more wine?” Emily pushed herself up from the couch and grabbed up the glasses before heading for the kitchen.

Emily was shakily pouring her glass full of the red liquid when a soft hand on her shoulder made her jump causing her to miss the glass.

“Oh God, Em, I’m sorry. Here, let me help.” JJ found a couple of paper towels and helped clean up the spill. She turned to look at Emily who was watching her with wide eyes. “You never answered my question earlier.”

“Yeah, I did.”

JJ stepped closer. “You did, but this time I’d like the truth.”

Emily closed her eyes and turned away. “It’s really not important.”

“If it makes you jump off the couch like you got prodded with a taser, I’d say it is important.” JJ was becoming exasperated at Emily’s stonewalling. She knew something was bothering her, and while she loved working with her, there always seemed to be a thick air of awkwardness around them.

“I…,” Emily started but she couldn’t think fast enough of an excuse for her behavior so the words died.

JJ rubbed at her tired eyes and threw her hands up, clearly frustrated. “What?”

“Why are you overreacting, JJ?”

JJ pointed at herself. “I’m overreacting. Me? Seriously? If there was an Olympics for avoidance, you’d get gold every freakin’ time.”

Emily avoided the truth in that statement. “Why are you getting mad?”

The blonde ran her hands through her hair and stepped a little closer to Emily, her voice softening. “Because I want to understand what goes on in that beautiful head of yours sometimes.”

There was something glittering in JJ’s eyes, a spark that Emily hadn’t seen before, and it unnerved her. She retreated a step as JJ came closer, and her heart started to pound in her chest.

“You fascinate me, Emily.” Her voice was low and husky, and Emily was sure she had never heard that tone except in her fantasies. She moved back another step and felt herself bumping into the kitchen counter, while JJ was less than three feet away and slowly edging into her personal space.

Emily swallowed and fought down her rising panic. Dear God!

A warm hand was suddenly in hers and she saw it being raised, as if she was outside her body watching, and a soft kiss was placed on the palm. She shuddered and took in a shaky breath. The hand that had been holding hers moved to the side of her face and gentle blue eyes caressed her, bringing her back to her body.

“Stop running, Emily. Be here with me…right now.”

The kiss was exquisite in every way. The gentle teasing as JJ angled to encourage Emily’s lips apart was complimented by firm hands on her hips and a light pressure as their bodies melded together, breasts curving into the concaves of each other, perfectly nestled. Emily’s hands staged a mutiny and raced up JJ’s arms to tangle in her long blonde hair. When she fisted the heavy gold and tilted her head to delve deeper, JJ moaned and suddenly all semblance of control was lost.

Emily moaned back, pushing hard against the countertop to take the advantage. She walked JJ backwards into the living room, seeking out the stairs to the loft. For a brief moment she considered the couch, then mentally shook her head. No, not the first time.

JJ nearly fell on the steps behind her as she tugged Emily by her collar up the stairs. She mumbled around Emily’s insistent mouth, “We’d get there faster if you’d stop kissing me.”

“But I can’t stop kissing you.” The brunette wrapped her arm around JJ’s waist to brace her from falling and used her legs to move both of them faster up the stairs.

When they stumbled at the top of the stairs and fell to the bed, both were smiling but they never broke the kiss. JJ searched for the buttons on Emily’s shirt as Emily moaned and began kissing down JJ’s long neck. “Are you sure about this, JJ?” She whispered in her ear as she paused in her kisses. She hated herself a little for even asking, but she had to know this was completely mutual. “It’s going to change everything.”

“That’s the point, isn’t it?” Dark eyes came up to look into blue as Emily shrugged off her blouse. “I don’t know about you, but I want everything to change.”

Emily smiled at her and nodded. “Yeah, me too.”

This kiss was slower but no less passionate. It held an understanding and a promise. Emily broke the kiss as she watched the changes in JJ’s face as her hand slipped under the hem of her shirt, stroking the soft skin of her stomach. The muscles jumped and twitched, and JJ’s breath caught with the electricity that raced through her from Emily’s touch.

“God, Emily!” Her head rolled to the side as blonde hair fanned out behind her. She lost herself in the sensations of Emily’s fingers moving higher, teasing at the curve of her bra.

“You’re way too overdressed. Sit up.” Emily sat back on her knees and helped JJ sit up. The dark blouse was quickly discarded as were bras. Emily stared at the sight of JJ, naked from the waist up, the back of her fingers caressing the space between JJ’s breasts and down the middle of her stomach. “You’re so beautiful.”

Her fingers stopped at the button of JJ’s jeans. She looked down as one-handed she popped open the button, and a hand came up to pull her gaze back up.

“I want to see your eyes, Emily.”

Emily leaned in to kiss her again as her fingers found the zipper, the slow tick-tick-tick of the teeth parting sounding boldly erotic in the quiet room. JJ broke the kiss with a gasp as Emily slipped inside her underwear.

“Emily.” The whisper was somewhere between a question and a statement of wonder. Her legs started to wobble so she wrapped an arm around Emily’s shoulders, resting her head against the brunette’s. The rush of endorphins and adrenaline was instantaneous as Emily’s fingers found their target. “Oh God!”

“Lay down, baby.” Emily guided her down to the bed, her lips finding the pounding pulse in JJ’s neck again. “Get these off.” She tugged with her free hand at the jeans and JJ managed to wiggle out of them, in spite of the intense distraction of Emily’s hand between her legs. Soon, she had kicked out of both her jeans and underwear and was completely naked, then she started seeking out the waistband of Emily’s slacks.

“Your turn.” JJ forced the words out through her gasps as Emily’s fingers were non-stop in their slow and torturous pursuit. Emily slipped away from JJ’s reach by kissing her way down JJ’s chest, until her mouth rested over a taut nipple.

“Not yet.” JJ’s body bowed up at Emily’s mouth descending on her breast, her hands instinctively burrowing in the dark hair, pulling her closer. Emily sucked mercilessly at JJ’s breasts until JJ’s hips bucked against her seeking relief. She switched breasts as she simultaneously entered JJ, a loud groan of pleasure from the blonde sending a jolt through Emily and she felt the evidence of its effect in the painful throb between her legs.

Emily reared back, her eyes black with desire. “Now.”

JJ undid the dark slacks and pushed down enough to make room for her hand. The wetness that greeted her made her growl with arousal. She had never been so turned on in her life, and as Emily straddled one of her legs making more room for her, she wondered what in the world had taken them so long to give in to this. At the moment, she couldn’t imagine wanting to be anywhere else, consequences be damned.

Emily dropped her head forward even as her body lurched forward and her hips pushed down on the intruding fingers. It felt so good, better than she had ever imagined. She wanted to make the feelings last, take her time, but her body had other intentions as she started the slow rocking motion of her body over JJ. Her thigh giving leverage to the driving force of her fingers, making JJ groan and roll her head back.

Soon they had a rhythm as fingers, hips, and mouths worked in sync. The coiling started deep in Emily’s belly and she buried her face in JJ’s neck, whispering “oh God’s” over and over as JJ’s free leg and arm wrapped around her, holding Emily close as they fell over the edge one right behind the other.

JJ kissed the top of Emily’s head as she felt the other woman relax against her, lethargy finally taking over. She smiled and pulled the covers over them, as she fell into a deep sleep too.

Title: Taking It

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: JJ/Emily

Rating: Is “OMG” a rating? *wg*

Spoilers: 4.03 Minimal Loss.

Warning: Not beta’d. I wrote it in two hours, don’t expect perfection or plot. We need sex and subtext and damn it, if the CM writers won’t give it to us, we’ll just have to take matters into our own hands…so to speak. *eg*

A/N: A special request from Sofia. She needed happy-ending smut. I was happy to oblige. I’ll do anything for the Greater Good called Femslash.

She watched her. That’s all she’s been doing since New York, and the pressure’s building inside. She stood outside, under the tent, separated from the group but still listening to her voice, saying the same words over and over again, “I can take it. I can take it.”

JJ wasn’t sure how much longer she could take it though. Her resolve was failing her, and hearing the crack of bone on bone as Cyrus continued to punch and kick Emily was getting to be more than she could take. She had an overwhelming urge to barrel through the door of the compound and rescue Emily with her own bare hands, to put a bullet in the head of the bastard beating her. She rubbed her belly, feeling the small bump that is barely visible under her shirt, reasoning with her logical side that this is exactly the reason why she had to pull away, run away from Emily. 

The blonde flinched at another resounding crack coming through the headphones. She turned away, looking out into the open field and running her hands through her hair for what seemed like the millionth time. She gripped hard at the hair at the base of her neck and pulled, willing herself to stay put. There was silence and it was over. She sat down and took a deep breath, waiting along with the team for the next move.

It seemed like an eternity later when women and children poured from the building, followed by a blast that shook the ground. JJ was sick of fire and smoke and screams. She was tired of worrying about Emily and tired of bombs and killers and madness. She had had enough in New York, enough of the screaming in her head that told her she was going to break, that she was going to give in to this or lose her mind. She was even more sick and tired of hearing the thick Cajun accent on her voicemails that seemed to buzz in at greater frequency with each passing day.

She watched as person after person filed past, until she saw her, and saw her wrap her arms around Reid. She stood there and watched Emily look from team member to team member, scanning the crowd until dark eyes locked on blue. JJ let out the breathe she didn’t realize she had been holding, glad to see the agent in one piece, battered and bloodied, yet powerful and beautiful in her resolve. JJ slumped back into the chair behind her, resting her head in her hands. She was tired, so very tired of it all.

Later, JJ stood in the back of the plane watching everyone board. She pretended to be checking messages on her phone, when really she was deleting the last of the voicemails from Will. She had sent him a simple text, “I can’t do this.” Emily saw her in the back of the plane, noticing the empty chairs before deciding to sit at the only chair in front of Reid. She couldn’t tell what Emily was saying, but she saw the tenderness and affection in her eyes. JJ closed her eyes and turned away. It had been a long time since Emily had looked at her that way. It seemed like a lifetime ago when Garcia had been shot and a lifetime since she had felt so connected to the dark-haired agent.

She didn’t know how long they’d been in the air. JJ hadn’t moved and her eyes had been closed the entire time. She only stirred when she smelled the familiar spice of Emily’s favorite perfume. Her stomach clinched and her heart raced. The emotions were unexplainable. Every time Emily was near, her body involuntarily reacted, setting off JJ’s despicable fight or flight response, but now, there was nowhere to run.

“I can’t take it,” JJ muttered.

“What?” Emily was stunned to be addressed at all by JJ. They had barely been in the same room longer than five minutes since New York. The distance was pissing Emily off, but JJ wasn’t hers and she had to respect the blonde’s space and her decisions. 

“You can take it. You said so yourself to Cyrus. You’re stronger than me. You have a fighter’s spirit, but me…I run. I always run,” Emily stood there and watched as JJ leaned her head against the wall of the cabin, looking out into the blackness beyond, the shaking of narrow shoulders the only indication that JJ was crying.

Emily suddenly felt awkward and didn’t know what to do with her hands. She started to raise them to put on JJ’s shoulders to comfort her, but she didn’t feel like she had a right to touch her. Instead, she stepped around to look JJ in the eye, leaning her shoulder against the wall.

“That’s ridiculous, JJ. Remember Hinkle? You’ve always been strong,” she shook her head, dispelling the images from that case and a shattered JJ leaning over the bathroom sink, “Where is this coming from, J? It doesn’t sound like you.”

“You. It comes from you,” Emily scrunched her eyebrows, confused, “You’re Emily Prentiss. You’re fearless and you barrel into situations without fear of consequence or failure. Me…God, I’m nothing even close to that.”

Emily shook her head, even chuckled at the thought of being seen as fearless, “It’s all a front, JJ. I’m not fearless. I’m terrified actually…of a lot of things.”

JJ gave her a crooked smile, “Oh yeah, Prentiss? Like what? What are you afraid of?”

“You,” Emily held her breath when she realized the admission had come out against her will.

JJ arched an eyebrow, “Me?”

“Yeah, you scare me,” Emily closed her eyes for a moment, steeling herself, realizing that anything she said beyond this point couldn’t be misconstrued or taken back.  It would forever change everything, but she could take it. She could take anything but she couldn’t take running from this anymore.

“What you do to me scares me, JJ,” she leaned in closer, memorizing the smoky blue eyes and soft features, “You make me want to run, and you make me want to fight. Sometimes you make me so angry that I want to hurt you, push you into a wall and scream at you. You make me want to cry and laugh all at the same time, and you make my heart race and my palms sweat. I can’t sleep and I can’t eat. You make me want to love you, live for you, die for you. You make me put everything on the line and say things I never thought I’d say. Right now, you’re making me risk our friendship and the team for one moment, one flickering chance that you’ll say you feel it too. I’m terrified of you, of these feelings, of the consequences, but I can take it. I can take it all as long as it’s you giving it to me.”

Emily took the final leap and sealed their destinies with a kiss. JJ clutched at her hungrily, opening her mouth to Emily’s probing tongue. Emily fell into the kiss, allowing herself to taste the sweetness of JJ’s mouth, teasing the blonde slowly. A moan escaped JJ as she entwined their fingers and tugged the brunette into the darkened corner of the plane. She looked over Emily’s shoulder one last time to make sure the team was asleep.

“Jennifer,” Emily shook her at what JJ was implying with her smirk and devilish look. 

“I thought you said you could take it, Prentiss,” JJ turned Emily around and pushed her down onto the couch in the corner, “Time to put up or shut up.”

Emily lost all coherent thought as JJ latched onto the sensitive spot between Emily’s shoulder and neck, “Shit, JJ! Oh my god!” All she could do was grab onto JJ and hold on as some demon seemed to possess the previously despondent blonde.

JJ swiftly undid Emily’s blouse, snapping the last button off in frustration and making quick work of the zipper of her black pants. Emily watched in stunned fascination as JJ sucked Emily’s already erect nipple into her warm, welcoming mouth. Emily’s hips bucked in response.

Overcome by the sounds coming from Emily, JJ couldn’t stop herself. Her logical mind was saying this was the wrong place and time, but she couldn’t rid herself of the overwhelming desire to see exactly how much Emily could take and how much the brunette was willing to give her. JJ looked up Emily’s outstretched body, involuntarily licking her lips at the sight. She was trying to decide what she wanted to do more…taste Emily or be inside of her.

Making up her mind, she pulled Emily’s black panties off and spread the long thighs in front of her. Emily felt the dull ache build inside as JJ slowly moved between her legs. Both of them watched as they balanced on the precipice, Emily encouraged her by reaching down and lacing her fingers with JJ’s. Finally, JJ leaned down and placed an almost chaste kiss on the inside of Emily’s thigh.

With her free hand, JJ reached up and spread Emily to her waiting mouth. Emily body bowed in reflex as she fought back a scream. Instead she squeezed the hand she still held. JJ moved her tongue slowly through the folds, breathing in and tasting all of Emily. A thought flickered through her mind of how good Emily tasted before she closed her eyes and buried her tongue deeper into the woman above her. JJ felt the moan Emily couldn’t voice vibrate through her body, and she was surprised to find that she was moaning as well. A need was building in her own body making her want to get closer to Emily, to possess her completely.

JJ moved up to the tight bud, taking it deep into her mouth as she pushed three fingers as deep as possible into Emily.

“Oh fuck,” Emily hoarsely whispered above her. JJ looked up the most amazing sight. Emily’s free hand was seeking purchase on the cushion behind her head, a head that was flung back, as she undulated between opening her mouth and biting on her lower lip to stop the screams. Her bare chest was heaving and her stomach muscles clenched each time JJ pushed into her. Emily’s hips rolled to meet JJ’s thrusts and then suddenly stilled as JJ felt the muscles around her fingers tighten then throb in release.

JJ kissed Emily’s thigh, wiping her mouth in the process. JJ slowly worked her way up Emily’s body, placing soft kisses on her wrist, her hip, her stomach, her shoulder. She looked into the dark eyes as they worked to refocus.

“Still scared of me?” Emily smiled a crooked, sexy smile, chuckling at how this all started.

“Terrified, but I think I can take it.”
 

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.”

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.