Author's Note: This was originally supposed to be a one shot. But I'm thinking it needs more. So when you review, which you know you will, you should let me know if you want more.
Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds or the characters perpetuated in this fic.
Warning: As with most everything I write that is rated M, this is rated M for a reason. That reason being explicit sex between two consenting adult females. If this is not your thing, please feel free to return to the page you were vewing before this and continue to browse. This can be done by clicking the arrow that points to the left near the top of your browser.
If, however, you don't mind a little femslash with some angst swirling around in the middle, please, continue.
"Tell me you love me." She demands as she trails kisses down your neck.
"I can't." You whisper, even as your nails rake down her back.
How do you explain to her that what you feel for her is so much more than love? That you feel as if you couldn't go on living without her; that she's your everything?
You can't. Not here. Not now. Not like this. So you do the only thing you can think of, and flip your position so that you're straddling her waist and trailing your fingernails up her toned, shirtless stomach.
"Yes you can." She whispers and you freeze for a second, thinking she's read your mind. But then you remember the last words you spoke. You shake your head and her eyes challenge you.
"Lie to me." She whispers silkily against your ear.
Your breath hitches. "I'm not-" She cuts you off with a searing kiss, which you don't hesitate to return.
"I'm not a liar." You finally manage to force the words out of your mouth and her face falls.
She remains quiet for a few moments, and you think she's given up. You hope she's given up. You have your fingers buried deep inside her and your mouth on her neck when she lets you know she didn't give up, asking breathlessly,
"Just do it for me, Jayje, baby please?"
Can't she tell? Doesn't she notice that you're not just fucking her? That you've never fucked her? That ever since this started, you've been making love to her? And even before, every day you've been loving her?
You know she's close, and you groan as she writhes beneath you, chanting your name.
You do love her. But you can't tell her, because how do you explain that sex isn't love, and since she already made it clear to you that this is just casual sex, you can't possibly admit that you love her. Because that would mean that you broke the rules, and you can't do that, because then this, whatever it is between the two of you, is over. And you can't live without just that little piece of her.
You extract yourself from her as she clings to you in her post coital bliss. You're unnerved by the tears seeping from her eyes as she turns away from you. You reach for her, wanting to fix it, but you know you can't. Not without explaining. And you know you can't do that. So you leave.
She catches the door just before it shuts on you.
"Jayje, just let me hear you say it, just once. Tell me you love me. Lie to me."
You hate the way she sounds, as if the tears streaming from her eyes are swirling through her words. The tears begin to well behind your own eyes, because you've realized that this is the end, and you do as she's asked. You lie to her.
"I hate you, Emily Prentiss."
A/N: Aww, come on, you knew it was her. So review, (the pretty blue link directly below can assist you on getting to that page) and tell me how amazing I am.