Challenge: Chit Chat on Author's Corner
Characters: (not exactly a pairing in this case) Jenifer Jareau/Erin Strauss
Prompts: conversation hearts, chocolate syrup, edible underwear, a dozen red roses, I Wanna Sex You Up (Color Me Badd)
Disclaimer: I do not nor have I ever claimed to own Criminal Minds or any of its characters.
Valentine Alone
Erin Strauss turned the key, sliding the dead bolt aside with a solid thunk and stepped into the silent house.
JJ was working late tonight, bent over her pile of paperwork, face lit by the glow of the desk lamp.
Erin walked to the kitchen first, turning on the lights as she went, informing the neighbors that someone still lived here. It was perfectly clean; it looked like the model house they had been shown before they bought this one. The only blemish on it was a half-melted bowl of ice cream on the counter, smeared with chocolate syrup. She left it were it was. She wasn't going to clean up his mess, - not tonight.
JJ popped another handful of cinnamon hearts from the dish on her desk in her mouth, closing her eyes and breathing deeply against the burn. When she opened them a tear dripped and landed with a soft, wet sound. Just the candy, she said, and marveled at how loud her voice sounded in the silence.
Erin hung up the phone, without the satisfaction of slamming it and moved upstairs into the master bedroom. She didn't look for the panties, but they were still there, in the waste basket, as they had been that morning. Still small and pink, like they were spun out of cotton candy, flung carelessly into the wastebasket, mocking her.
JJ's phone rang and she answered to a pulsing beat, muffled words and breathing, and a deep voice saying something about 'sexing up'. A pocket dial, a window into someone else's night which she hoped was going well. It certainly seemed so. She yawned hugely, cracking her jaw.
Erin left the master bedroom, for the guest one down the hall. Here, it took a little while for her to notice what was out of place. A vase of flowers was on the nightstand. A dozen red roses, left for her but not. You win, she said. She picked up her pocketbook and left, but not before she knocked both the roses and the bowl of ice cream onto the floor. She slammed the door behind her, feeling that for once, she had the last laugh.
JJ heard a sound, a knock on her door and she jumped. It was a security the guard holding a vase of flowers: a dozen red roses. He said that someone had delivered them about an hour ago and he had brought them up once he realized she was still here. She thanked him, and then looked at the card. Before the guard was halfway to the elevator she was right behind him, purse in hand.
They passed each other in the parking garage.
JJ turned the key, sliding back the dead bolt with a solid thunk and stepped into the silent house.
Erin Strauss was working late tonight, bent over her stack of paperwork, face lit by the glow from the desk lamp.
A/N So I haven't written anything in a while. I hope you enjoyed! Reviews and constructive criticism are welcome.