A/N: Hello fellow readers. Long time no see. I know I've been really off ff, but.. MY LIFEEE. I've been really busy. Sorry.

This story is a sequel to "Drinks, Popcorn and Natalie Portman", I'd recommend you to read it first, but it can be read independently, if you prefer.

"How does it feel like?" Emily heard JJ ask. The blonde whispering in her ear sent shivers through her body. Desire heating up inside her. "Show me, Emily."

They were both sitting on the floor. JJ was leaning over Emily, her delicate hands in her thighs, taking some of her small weight onto them, as she kept leaning forward. The blonde's nose was almost touching her right ear while she whispered those words in a soft, pleading voice that Emily wasn't sure she had ever heard before.

Emily couldn't resist. She gave in, wrapping one arm around JJ's back, pulling her friend closer, whilst her other hand caressed JJ's cheek, requiring their eyes to meet. With no more words, Emily eagerly claimed JJ's lips with her own. She felt the blonde kissing her back and giving her tongue permission to meet hers by slightly opening her mouth. Their kiss became rougher. Emily moved and pressured her body slightly on top of JJ's, making the blonde slowly lay on the floor's carpet. JJ's hand wandered up and down the brunette's sides whilst they continued exploring each others mouths, fervently.

Taking advantage of her position on top of JJ, Emily straddled the blonde's hips. She broke the kiss, causing a moan to escape JJ's mouth. The brunette nipped the other woman's hear softly and then started leaving a trail of kisses from her neck to her collar bone, feeling JJ's back slightly arching from the floor, seeking for maximum contact.

That was when Emily started listening to a loud, annoying sound coming from somewhere near by. She struggled to ignore it, but as she did, the action between herself and JJ seemed to stop too. "No, no, no!" She forced her mind to keep focused on JJ. In an attempt to intensify the moment, she slid her hands beneath JJ's shirt, caressing the silk skin of her stomach.

Despite Emily's efforts, that piercing sound was distracting her. Why was that happening?

At last she recognized what that sound was. It was her phone's alarm clock. "Damn it!"

Emily realized she was waking up. She was just dreaming.

The brunette reluctantly opened her eyes. Spotting the offending object, she stretched her arm to reach it, and pressed the button to silence the alarm. With a groan, she turned in her bed, burying her face on the cozy pillow.

"What the hell were you dreaming about?! Are you crazy?", she cursed to herself.

Since that drunken event at JJ's house, two weeks earlier, it was the third time she had dreamt about JJ. In all of them JJ would ask her 'how it feels like', and her subconscious would end up manufacturing a very intense scene.

Feeling her lungs' need for oxygen, she turned in bed again, this time facing the blank ceiling, and her brain rambled into her dreams and memories of the night she kissed JJ's lips… those soft, pink lips.

She shook her head to try and take those thoughts to the back of her mind.

"Good thing you were the one who said that what happened that night wouldn't change anything. Good thing Emily!", she said sarcastically to herself. In fact, she was the one that told JJ not to worry about what happened between them. Emily knew the blonde had only done that because she was drunk. And she thought it hadn't meant anything to herself either. But her subconscious thoughts were starting to scare her.

She finally decided to get out of bed. "Maybe a big slice of strawberry cheesecake will take my mind of this nonsense."