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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:  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.

Title:  Underneath the Ashes

Fandom:  Criminal Minds

Pairing:  JJ/Emily

Rating:  PG-13, descriptions of bodily harm

Event:  Written for International Day of Femslash

Archiving:  P&P, WIK

A/N:  Not really one to give, just used to having this here.  I guess this is kind of a “what if” scenario story.

Emily slammed into the hard metal of her car door and lost her balance from the jolt of the explosion.  Scrambling to her knees, she could see the flames and already smelled the nauseating scent of burning rubber.  She knew the rest of the team’s cars were parked in the vicinity and with a sickening dread she took off in a wild sprint in the direction of the charred vehicle. 

When she rounded the corner, the flames were beginning to abate but the heat knocked her back on her heels.  Morgan tore around the other corner from the opposite direction in a frenzy.  He was followed close behind by Hotch, Reid, and Garcia.  Rossi brought up the rear.  They all looked frantically around.  Something was missing.  Something was terribly wrong.

“Oh god, JJ,” the brunette brought her hand up to her mouth, already heading in the direction of the burning SUV.  Tears sprang to her eyes, her hands visibly shaking, “No, no, no, no, no.”  Before Morgan could grab her to restrain her, Emily took off in a run for the SUV.

“Emily!!!”  Everyone followed the dark-haired profiler as she disappeared past the dying flames closest to the building.

All they heard as they approached was Emily’s tearful mantra, “Not JJ.  Not JJ.  Not JJ.”

When they got closer, choking on the acrid smell of gas, rubber, and the distinct stench of burning human flesh, they saw Emily hunched over, her arms wrapped around a body, and rocking gently.

“Oh god,” Garcia was the first to react when she saw the shock of bloody blonde hair.

“Jesus Christ,” Rossi muttered.  Reid stood silent his fingers wrapped in a death grip in his messy hair.

Morgan squatted down on the other side of Emily and JJ, quickly assessing the injuries.

“Emily,” the handsome agent coaxed.

“No!”  Emily pulled JJ tighter into her arms.  Both women were covered in blood.  It was everywhere, but there wasn’t one large wound.  Instead, JJ’s body had been pierced by thousands of shards of glass.  The flashing of the fire had lightly singed her skin and the ends of her hair.  The lack of a major wound only concerned Morgan more since the damage probably lurked unseen.

“Emily,” Morgan spoke more urgently, “let me check her.  We need to know the extent of her wounds…please.”

Emily’s dark eyes caught her friend’s, “I can’t lose her, Morgan.  I can’t…,” the brunette’s tears turned to full-blown sobs, “I never told her.”

“Emily, she’s going to be fine, you hear me?  She’s strong.  You’ll get your chance to tell her, but right now, we need to get her help.”  Sirens could be heard in the distance.  The profiler knew he was right, knew she had to let go, but she couldn’t.  She could still lose her and that fear ripped her up inside. 

Fire trucks and ambulances rounded the corner, “C’mon, Em.”  Morgan reached out his hand.  The EMT’s were running toward the scene.  Emily closed her eyes and kissed JJ’s forehead, feeling the rough glass embedded in the pale skin beneath her lips.

“In case I never get another chance, know I love you, Jennifer.  I’ve always loved you,” she gently laid JJ down on the ground and moved away to let the EMT’s through.  Morgan pulled the profiler to him, protectively placing an arm around her.  They watched until JJ was placed in the back of the ambulance.

Hotch stepped up to the pair, after giving a brief rundown of the events to the local police, and calling Quantico to let them know what had happened.

“Take me to the hospital.  I’ve got to be with her,” Hotch simply nodded and Morgan walked her to the car.  Seeing the dark SUV, she pulled back, shaking her head.

“No! I can’t get in there.”

“Emily, it’s five miles to the hospital.  You can’t walk it,” Hotch reasoned.

“Then get me a cab.  I’m not getting in there.”

“Alright.”

******

Ten hours later, the sun had come up but the mood in the waiting room was bleak.  Emily hadn’t moved.  She refused to leave until they had news on JJ’s condition.  Morgan and Hotch stood sentry on each side of the room, while the rest of the team was spread out around the room in various states of sleep or anticipation.

The room suddenly burst to life as the doctor came barreling through the doors making a sleeping Reid fall out of his chair in surprise.  Emily was the first in front of the doctor.

“Well?”  Her voice was rough from lack of use.

“It’s going to be touch and go for the next 24 hours.  Apparently, the force of the explosion threw her up against the concrete wall at a side angle so her back didn’t take the force of the blow.  Her shoulder is pretty much shattered.  Our ortho surgeon will be in today to check her x-rays.  If she stabilizes, we can get to work on fixing those injuries.  She’s a helluva lucky woman though.  Aside from that, a concussion, a broken ankle and too many small cuts to count, she seems fine.  Surprisingly, there was no internal bleeding.”

The team looked at each other, thinking of the question they were all afraid to ask, but Emily eventually spoke up, “And the baby?”

The doctor smiled, “That’s the biggest miracle of all.  The baby’s fine and looks like she’s on the way to having a perfectly healthy baby girl.”

Emily smiled for the first time since this all began, “A girl.  When can we see her?”

“When we get her settled into her room, I’ll have one of the nurses come and get you.”

“Thank you, doctor.”

******

A couple of hours later the team was huddled around JJ’s bed.  As if by mutual understanding, Emily was seated in the chair next to her bed, her hand resting gently in the blonde’s.

The doctor came into the room, checked her vitals and reviewed her chart.

“She’s holding steady and that’s a good sign, but we have no idea how long she’ll stay unconscious.  You all really should go home and try to get some rest.”

“We can’t rest,” Hotch spoke for his team matter-of-factly, “Whoever did this is still out there and still a threat to JJ and to this team.  She’d want us to get back to work.”

Morgan clenched his jaw but nodded determinedly, “Hotch is right.  We can’t lose our focus.”

“Let’s get to it then,” Garcia finally spoke in an uncharacteristically serious tone before heading to JJ’s bedside and giving her a soft kiss to her forehead, “We’ll get these bastards.  I swear to you, we will.”

As the team headed out the door, Hotch came to stand at Emily’s side.  She didn’t want to leave, and she really didn’t need to get a dressing down by her boss right now.

“Hotch…,” he put a hand on her shoulder before she could finish.

“Stay with her.  She’ll need you here when she wakes up,” she looked up at him with relief and in return he gave her a rare smile.

“Thanks Hotch.”

“Just take care of her, Emily.  Be good to her,” Emily simply nodded in response.

******

The soft, rhythmic rubbing of a thumb against the back of her hand woke her from the sound sleep she had fallen into.  Lifting her head from the side of the bed with a groan, Emily gazed into the most beautiful blue eyes she’d ever seen.

“Hi,” JJ’s voice was rough from having the breathing apparatus removed earlier.

“Hey, yourself.  Glad you’re back,” Emily sat up on the edge of the bed.

“How do you feel?”

“Like someone tried to rip my teeth out through my ass,” Emily grimaced at the description.

“Um, that’s what morphine’s for,” the brunette picked up the button for calling the nurse, “pressing this will get you more.”

The blonde smiled, “Later.  So, how long was I out?”  The brunette had to think because she had lost track of time while waiting beside JJ’s bed. 

“Actually, I think it’s only been a day and a half.  Seems longer,” she pushed her hair behind her ear, feeling the grime of two days unshowered in her hair.

JJ had yet to let go of Emily’s hand, “What happened?”

“What do you remember?”  Emily was bracing herself for the questions she knew was coming.  She had thought about how to explain Will but never really let the conversation in her head get past the point they were at now.

JJ looked down at their entwined hands, thinking, her brows knitting together, “A flash of light.  That’s all.”

Emily looked down as well, taking a deep breath, “Well, apparently, the unsubs targeted the team and rigged one of our vehicles with explosives…yours was the unfortunate one chosen.” 

The profiler paused to let the blonde process the information, her blue eyes focused in concentration.

“Will,” she stated the name not as a question but as fact.

“I’m sorry, JJ.  I’m so sorry,” Emily expected the blonde to cry, but the tears never came.

“And the baby?”  JJ hadn’t made eye contact yet, but Emily squeezed her hand to get her to focus, a beaming smile coming to her face.

“The baby’s fine.  The doctor said it was basically a miracle,” JJ finally let out the breath she had been holding.

“I’m really sorry about Will,” JJ shook her head and closed her eyes.

“I’m not.”

“JayJ, don’t say that!  You’re just in shock.  It’s okay to be upset,” JJ actually started to laugh.

“I’m not upset, Em,” clear, blue eyes zeroed in on her own brown ones, locking them both in the moment, “I didn’t love Will.  I never loved him.”

“But I thought?”  Shaking her head, she tried to make sense of the last few weeks and months, “I don’t get it.  You were going to marry him.”

“But he’s not the one I wanted to marry.”

The brunette was looking at her truly confused, “So, there’s someone else?”

“Yeah, and if I have only learned one thing from all this is that time can’t be wasted.  Even in the ashes of a tragedy, a treasure can be found. Emily, if my life had taken a different kind of path or the last few months had gone a different way, you would have been the one killed in that explosion.  But you weren’t.  And you’re here…now…with me and with this baby,” JJ was becoming as animated as one could with wires and tubes hooked up to her.  Emily watched her in awe as the tears she had been waiting for at the news of Will, finally started to come to the surface.

“Jennifer, what are you saying?”  Emily nearly whispered.

The blonde quirked an eyebrow at the agent, a smile gracing her lips, “You’re the profiler.  Guess.”

Emily felt her heart beat faster at the teasing and flirting that had been sorely missing from their friendship in the last few months, “Hmmm, well, it seems to me that you’re insinuating that I’m your treasure beneath the ashes.”

“Close, but if you were to come closer, I could kiss you and clear up everything,” the brunette smiled and happily leaned down, gently kissing JJ.

“I love you too, Emily Prentiss,” the profiler creased her brows, wondering if JJ had heard her confession as she had cradled her after the explosion.

JJ giggled at the look on Emily’s face, “You talk in your sleep.”

“Oh, good to know!”  Resuming the kiss where they had left off.