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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.

Title: Gestures

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Emily/JJ (yep, you read that right!)

Rating: PG-13 for language

Spoilers: 4x14 “Cold Comfort”.

A/N: I loved the start of “Cold Comfort” the other night and the whole part with the horoscope. Emily was visibly uncomfortable and not too happy over JJ’s new ring. I had to play with that.
A/N2: Sofia insisted I post this, so if it sucks, blame her!!!

"A romantic opportunity may experience a slight hitch thanks to the pesky lunar influence which could have you dipping into a rather chilly mood. If being demonstrative and warm is difficult then neutralize this temporary cold front with a simple but affectionate gesture."

Emily swirled the red wine in her glass, propped her feet on her coffee table, and stared blankly out her windows overlooking D.C. She hated horoscopes, and she hated that tonight was Valentine’s even more. Looking into the last remnants of the red liquid, the bottle drained and forgotten in the kitchen, she cringed at the image in her head. It was JJ in her head. JJ in a red, satin negligee, her hips swaying seductively.

It had never happened, but it was so real she could practically feel the soft material slide under her fingertips and smell the shampoo in JJ’s hair.

She shook her head and stood a bit too quickly. She placed a hand on the arm of the couch to steady herself.

“Okay, Prentiss. Enough is enough. She’s not yours, never was. You need to get over this.” Emily paced in front of the window, draining the last bit from her glass, and set it resolutely on the bar. Eventually, she sat down on the bar chair, not knowing what to do with herself. Another drink of anything and she’d pass out on the floor. She braced her head in her hands.

“This is pathetic. It’s Valentine’s. I live in Dfreakin’C. Certainly, I can find something or someone to do tonight.” Then a thought came to her and she snapped her fingers. “I know, I can get mom’s charter plane and go somewhere. There’s that cute little redhead reporter in San Fran or maybe that sexy blonde CSI agent in Vegas.” She held her head at the memories of her last visit to Vegas. “Or maybe not.”

Honestly, even though it was early enough, she didn’t feel like the trouble of hopping a plane to anywhere, and there was no guarantee that the object of her last minute affection would be available.

A quick roll in the hay with a beautiful woman wasn’t going to help, even if it would be fun. These damn unrequited feelings for JJ were starting to get in the way. She had ignored them and pushed them away, but every time some new piece was added to the relationship puzzle between JJ and Will, Emily felt herself falling deeper and deeper into despair.

“A ring? A goddamn, fuckin’ ring.” She tossed the glass over into the bar sink, watching with pleasure as the shards of fine glass went everywhere.

Now, she was just getting bitchy with not only JJ but everyone else too. Not that JJ had even noticed. She was so wrapped up in maternal and familial bliss that she barely looked in Emily’s direction her first day back. She sighed. Giving in to one last bout with her demons, she reached for the bottle of Jack and a shot glass behind the bar. Come Monday, she’d have gotten JJ out of her system and she’d be back to old Emily like nothing was wrong.

Two hours later, Emily jerked awake and looked around at her dark apartment. The bottle of whiskey was almost half empty and her mouth felt, and tasted, like a rat had died there. Emily recognized the noise that had woke her up in the first place – a steady and persistent knocking at her front door.

She walked unsteadily to the door and looked out the peephole. JJ stood in the hall, shuffling uncomfortably from foot to foot.

“Fuck!” Emily muttered, and then quickly glanced in the hall mirror and brushed her fingers through her hair, in a vain attempt to look presentable, before opening the door.

“JJ!” Her voice cracked from lack of use and too much alcohol. “What are you doing here? It’s like late and it’s…Valentine’s Day.”

Emily’s hopeful mind wanted to desperately fill in a blank here, but she refused to let it wander down that path of wondering why JJ was at her doorstep on this day of all days.

“Would you believe me if I said I was in the neighborhood?”

“No.” Emily, a bit dumbfounded and groggy, still hadn’t moved aside to let JJ into the apartment.

JJ was a bit taken aback by Emily’s harsh tone, and for a second was reconsidering the wisdom of her decision, “Maybe this was a bad idea.”

Emily gave herself a mental kick and let down the emotional guard she had automatically put up when she opened the door, “No, please, I’m sorry. Come in.”

The press liaison immediately let out the breath she had been holding and smiled. She slipped past the door and brought her hands from around her back. In one hand was a very expensive red wine and in the other a bouquet of flowers.

She shrugged as she handed them over to a surprised Emily, “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

“Um, thanks.” JJ slipped her jacket off and draped it over the back of the couch. “But why?”

JJ gave her a questioning look, “I mean, not to be rude or anything, JJ. I appreciate the gesture, but I don’t understand.”

“Can’t a friend just do something nice for another friend?”

Emily placed the wine and flowers on the bar, “Yeah, I guess.”

JJ finally threw up her hands in obvious exasperation, “That’s it, Emily. We’re talking about whatever is going on with you. You’ve been distant and snarky. You haven’t been you, and it worries me.”

“This is really not a good time to talk about this.” The fuzziness in Emily’s head hadn’t quite cleared and she doubted her ability to self-censor was at its peak.

JJ slipped around the end of the sofa and sat at one end, casually propping her arm along the back. “I’m not leaving until we talk.”

“Well, since you plan on being here a while, I’m going to make a run to the bathroom. I’d say make yourself at home, but you already have.” Emily turned down the hall and flipped on the bathroom light.

“Shit, Prentiss. This is not good.” Emily tried to pull herself together by splashing cold water on her face and brushing her teeth. Anything to bring her senses back so the alcohol wouldn’t have her doing or saying something completely out of line.

A few minutes later, Emily re-entered her living room to see JJ at the bar, spying the hastily disgarded glass.

“Having a bad night?”

“It slipped out of my hand. I’m going to make some coffee. You want some?”

JJ followed Emily to the kitchen, “Yeah, sure.”

Emily quietly worked willing JJ to start the conversation she was intent on them having. Inevitably, JJ gave in after watching Emily pass her for a third time to put yet another spoon away in a drawer. Reaching up, she grabbed Emily by the arm, stopping her in mid-step.

“Emily?” The brunette looked down at her with sad and guarded eyes. “I need to tell you something, and I just need for you to listen. You don’t have to say anything. Just listen, okay?”

Emily leaned a hip against the counter, “Okay.” She steeled herself for what she feared was coming. She couldn’t keep her emotions in check around JJ and now, JJ had figured it out. She was ready for the “I’m sorry, but…” speech.

Instead, JJ ran her hand down Emily’s forearm, allowing her fingers to lightly graze the edge of Emily’s hand, before pulling away. “I haven’t been myself either, and while I can’t assume what’s going on with you, I know what’s wrong with me.”

JJ moved to the other side of the kitchen, before making eye contact again with Emily, “I’ve missed you, Em. You had been a part of my life, day in and day out, for over a year, then suddenly I go days on end without even a call from you.”

Emily got a look on her face that told JJ she was about to jump in to defend herself, and JJ stopped her, “I missed you. And I didn’t realize how much until you weren’t there. I took you for granted, assumed nothing would change, and then it did. There was Will and then the baby. I handled it all wrong, but I didn’t see that until you weren’t there.”

Emily shook her head. She wanted to read more into what JJ was saying, but she couldn’t afford to. “JJ,…”

“No, Emily. Let me finish.” JJ stepped forward. “There’s nothing with Will. There hasn’t been for a long time.”

Emily refused to believe what she was hearing, “But the baby…the ring.”

“Don’t get me wrong. Henry is wonderful. I don’t regret having him at all, but I’ve regretting pretty much everything that happened since he was conceived.”

Emily fought the tears that were welling up in her eyes, “And the ring?”

JJ reached for Emily’s hand, cradling it in her own, “That’s about our commitment to Henry, not each other. That’s why they’re not diamonds and on our right hands. Will and I have spent a long time talking this over, and we’re not meant for each other. We know this. I needed you to know it too.”

Emily bit her lip as tears fell, “Why?”

“Because I’m hoping that the reason you’re off is because of some stupid mistakes I’ve made, and that if I somehow say the right thing tonight to you that it’ll fix all that’s wrong.” JJ chuckled to herself. “Mainly I just hope that I’m not completely off base and made a terrible fool out of myself.”

“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

“I think so.” JJ shrugged.

Emily reached for JJ’s left hand, pointing to the ring finger, “So, this finger will be vacant of a ring in the immediate future?”

JJ smiled and nodded. Emily slid a hand under JJ’s chin and pulled her a little closer, barely touching their lips together, savoring the moment.

“So, what did your horoscope say?”

JJ shrugged, “Hmmmm, something about a tall, dark, moody and mysterious person entering my life. I have no idea what that could mean.”

Emily shrugged as well, “Yeah, that is kind of weird. Huh, guess you’ll know when it happens.”

“Yeah, I guess.”

Title: Safe in Your Arms

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Emily/JJ

Rating: Oh, this is most definitely an NC-17!!!

A/N: This is the result of talking to Sofia. It’s all her fault. So are any mistakes I make because I was hurrying to finish it for her. Jeez, the things I do!!!

Emily rolled over feeling the tingle of soft warm skin against her breasts. She was immediately alert but left her eyes closed. With only her hands to picture the body beneath her, she slowly began to run her fingertips over a silky back, further down until it reached the dip above curvaceous hips. She let out a quiet sigh, letting her hands wander freely. She’d never thought she’d feel this way about anyone. Even in her head right now, that sounded so cliché, but it was true. Something clicked the moment she was introduced to Jennifer Jareau. She knew her life would never be the same again, and it was going to be all because of JJ.

It took almost a year to even work up the nerve to ask her out, and at some point she’s sure she came close to fainting when she first dared to kiss JJ goodnight. JJ was everything she wasn’t. She was natural and earthy. She was the sweet and gentle girl-next-door. She drank beer from the bottle and ate pork rinds. JJ was as different as all the other women Emily had known as night is to day. She was a light in Emily’s darkness. Something that cast off the ghosts of their hideous jobs with a smile.

Emily felt tears come to her eyes at the number of times she fell at JJ’s feet, crying from the pain another victim’s death left on her soul. At one time, JJ had wondered how she dealt with it all. JJ didn’t realize until the first time she broke down that Emily wasn’t nearly as strong as she looked. Emily squeezed her eyes tighter forcing out the tears, then smiled at the image in her head of the small box sitting in the far back corner of her night table stand. One day she was going to dare to ask the question, to make it all real and let the last of her walls crumble.

For now, she was content to wrap an arm around the slender waist in front of her and nudge aside the blonde hair to nibble at the base of JJ’s neck. A shiver ran through her body as JJ started to stir, placing a hand over Emily’s and intertwining their fingers. Emily slowly began to kiss down JJ’s back, loving the feel of her skin and a sweet scent that was anything she’d ever smelled before. It was uniquely JJ and she’d know if all other senses failed her simply from the smell of her skin. She memorized every texture and taste, reveling in the now soft moans coming from above her. The fact that JJ was fully awake and not making any move to stop her caused a slow ache to start to build low and deep in Emily.

She worked her way lower, turning JJ fully onto her stomach, moving to caress both hips with her hands. Emily then propped herself on both hands and grazed the tips of her nipples over JJ’s ass, causing the blonde to buck slightly at the sensation. She let her long dark hair fall over her shoulders and dust JJ’s shoulders, making her squirm even more.

Even without words, she could tell JJ was getting closer to the edge. JJ’s breathing had increased and her hips were starting to subtly push into the mattress below her. Emily bent low and licked up the entire length of JJ’s spinal column, until she was pressed at her full length against JJ’s back. She leaned over and nipped at JJ’s earlobe.

“You’re so beautiful, Jennifer.”

“Mmmm, Em,” JJ reached back and grabbed at Emily’s hip, trying to pull her tighter into her, “You feel so good.”

“I love you so, baby.”

JJ smirked, feeling playful and turned on, went along with their usual pre-sex banter, “Love you more.”

She rolled over to look into serious, almost frightened eyes. She touched Emily’s cheek and felt the dampness. “Baby?”

Emily nuzzled at the hand on her cheek, kissing JJ’s palm. She knew her silence was scaring JJ, but Emily felt anything but scared at that moment. Looking into the bright blue eyes of the woman she loved, she heard the proverbial hammer hit the last wall blocking her heart. The tears came unhindered, but she smiled a genuine smile of joy.

“Oh Jennifer, you’re everything I’ve always dreamed of. You fill all the darkness in me with light and life. I imagine a future for the first time and I don’t imagine it alone. You’re there. Always there. I never want to lose that.”

“You never will, Em.”

Emily smiled at the perfect opening, “Then prove it and marry me.”

JJ had sworn she’d just dreamed that last part, “What?”

“Jennifer Jareau, will you marry me?” It was JJ’s turn to cry as she put a hand to her mouth in a futile attempt to stop them. She couldn’t make the words come out so she opted for the best way to answer by pulling Emily down to her and kissing her with as much depth and love as she felt.

Emily pulled away gasping, “I take it that’s a ‘yes’.”

JJ again answered by kissing her. The flame that had been simmering as a rolling warmth between them flared to life when JJ’s tongue teased Emily’s lips apart. Slowly tasting and memorizing each other’s mouths, turned quickly into a full-on assault. JJ rolled Emily over onto her back never losing contact with Emily’s mouth.

Emily was usually in charge of their lovemaking, but today wasn’t a typical day and she felt the need to give herself completely to the woman who had been her refuge and safety so many times. JJ felt something different in the brunette. There was a yielding and softness in her face and body that she’d never experienced before. It put JJ on uncertain ground, so she had to ask.

She leaned down, running her tongue along the underside of Emily’s ear, “What do you want, baby?” Emily bit her lip wondering if she had the courage to voice her desire.

“I want you inside of me. All of you.”

JJ felt her pulse quicken at the implication, followed by a surge of something else she couldn’t quite identify at Emily’s request. She leaned back to look into normally confident eyes that were fighting the urge to look away or worse, bolt as fast as possible from the room. JJ ran a finger over Emily’s soft lips.

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

JJ smiled, “For trusting me this much.”

“Only you,” JJ sealed the admission in an act of faith by slowly kissing future wife.

JJ reached into the drawer of her side table and pulled out the tube. She laid it next to Emily as she gradually worked kisses along the hollow of an alabaster neck. Emily wrapped her fingers in blonde hair urging her down further. JJ obliged taking a pert nipple into her mouth, making the brunette arch into JJ’s mouth. She sucked gently at first, occasionally scraping her teeth along the tightened skin, then going back to suck harder taking Emily deep into her mouth. Each time JJ sucked hard, Emily moaned a little louder. JJ moved back and forth between Emily’s breasts and when her mouth wasn’t there, her hands were, keeping up the assault that she knew drove Emily crazy.

After endless minutes of delicious torture, JJ popped the flip top in the tube and squeezed some of the cool gel onto her fingertips, slowly rolling it around until it warmed up. As she leaned down to take one of Emily’s breasts hard into her mouth, she simultaneously slipped three fingers into Emily, making her groan at the sensation overload. Emily gripped at the sheets trying to hold herself down as JJ began to rhymically pump into her, a steady inward motion coinciding with each hard suck.

“Oh goddamn, that’s…oh fuck!” Emily began to push back as she became accustomed to JJ’s fingers. JJ felt overwhelmed. Hearing those words and feeling the tightness around her made JJ realize that this wasn’t only for Emily. She needed this too. Whatever this feeling was overtaking her, she needed it. She leaned back on her heels, hunting with her free hand for the lube, squeezing more into her palm. She worked a fourth finger in and leaned over Emily.

Emily was tensing and pushing up away from her, “Baby, look at me.” Emily’s glassy eyes settled on JJ’s and she instantly relaxed. “That’s right. Relax, take a deep breath.” JJ leaned over and placed a soft, almost chaste, kiss on Emily’s lips. Emily relaxed even further and JJ felt the muscles respond, no longer pushing against her, but enveloping her. JJ tucked her thumb into her palm, giving a gentle push while slowly curling her fingers inward.

“Take one more deep breath.” As Emily let out the breath she was holding, her eyes never leaving the blue ones of the woman she trusted with her life and her body, JJ gave one final push until the muscles gave way to her knuckles.

Emily threw her head back letting out an animalistic growl. JJ joined in with one of her own, “Oh god, Emily. Oh yeah.”

JJ began a slow, smooth movement, barely visible but deeply felt by both women. Emily’s wild eyes, searched for JJ’s, “Jennifer, look at me.”

Without warning, JJ sensed the tightening and convulsing of muscles around her hand and the tensing of Emily’s body. Fresh tears rolled from Emily’s eyes as she gave her body and her heart over to JJ. Feeling the complete peace that comes with trust.

Hours later, JJ awoke, curled up in the safety of Emily’s arms. She smiled and physically tried to restrain her need for a happy dance as she watched the sunlight sparkle off the diamond on her left hand. Mrs. Emily Prentiss. Now that’s something she could definitely get used to.

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