It's the 4th of July and they're stuck in another non-descript small town, wrapping up another case, waiting for Morgan to be cleared to fly so that they can go home. The bullets hit his vest, he's suffered bruised ribs, nothing serious but enough to keep them grounded for the night.
The good thing about small towns, JJ tells Emily, is that they always have great fireworks displays on the 4th. Their sense of patriotism and love of traditions leads to celebrations that go on til the wee hours of the morning, all kicked off by fireworks. Even the recent killings can't stifle this strict adherence to tradition, the knowledge that the killer is behind bars having the citizens feeling safe and secure for the first time in weeks.
Emily stifles a grin as JJ tells her about the fireworks. You don't have to be a profiler to see that JJ is itching to go watch. When Emily makes the suggestion, JJ's eyes light up like a child on Christmas morning. They invite the rest of the team, but the guys all beg off, claiming they're too tired and want to take advantage of the down time to get some rest.
They manage to rustle up a blanket from a nurse whose only request is that the pair take some pictures of the fireworks and head off to the local park.
They find a secluded spot and settle in. They're outsiders here, and while they've earned a sort of hero status for catching the unsub, it doesn't feel right to intrude on the community's tradition.
Emily lies back on the blanket, her hands behind her head. JJ reclines next to her, propping herself up on her elbows. She sighs, finally feeling some of the tension from the past few days leave her body. She's able to let her guard down now that the unsub's been apprehended and they know Morgan will be ok.
She can feel Emily relaxing beside her, as much as Emily ever relaxes anyway. JJ remembers when Emily first joined the team – how awkward and uncomfortable she was. How hard she'd tried to fit in. And she remembers thinking that it was silly for Emily to worry.
Emily Prentiss was the kind of woman who fit in everywhere. And JJ couldn't help but be more than a little captivated by her.
She glances at the brunette, peeking through her lashes, not wanting to be caught looking. She watches as the lights of the fireworks play over Emily, her face open for the first time in months.
Emily can feel JJ's eyes on her, and turns to meet her gaze with a soft smile. She can't remember the last time she's simply lain back on a blanket under the stars and watched fireworks. It feels so *normal* and she feels herself letting her guard down. Her smile widens and she laughs at little when JJ's cheeks flush in embarrassment at being caught looking.
JJ licks her lips, suddenly nervous. There's something about sitting here with Emily, just the two of them, the fireworks flashing and booming above them, that she suddenly finds incredibly erotic. She leans down slowly, unsure of how Emily will react but unable to stop herself. She's drawn to Emily like a moth to a flame and she forgets to be worried about being burned.
Emily can see the desire burning in JJ's big blue eyes; her heart beat speeds up and she feels her body react. She pushes up on her elbows to meet JJ half way, that action bringing their lips within centimeters of each other.
JJ's breath catches; she can feel the heat radiating off of Emily and it pushes her forward, her lips crashing brutally into Emily's.
As quickly as she's crashing into Emily and kissing her, JJ pulls back, her blue eyes wide and full of shock. She's not impulsive like this, doesn't act on instinct and feeling. She always considers the consequences, weighs the pros and cons.
There's always been something about fireworks though; and Emily just does something to her. Stirs something in her that she's never felt before.
And it terrifies her. What if she's read Emily completely wrong?
Emily can see the hesitation and doubt replace the desire in JJ's eyes and frowns. The little bit of contact she's had with the blonde has her heart racing and her body humming for more. She sits up and cups JJ's head in her hands, kissing her soundly.
Emily feels JJ gasp and stiffen before relaxing in the kiss. JJ pushes back, her tongue darting out to seek entrance. Emily opens up to her, letting JJ explore, nip, kiss. Emily's done this before, it's nothing new for her. She suspects she's JJ's first, and is determined to let JJ take all she needs and wants.
JJ's lungs begin to scream for air and she reluctantly pulls away from Emily, panting slightly. She grins and blushes when Emily groans. Emily's hands are tangled in JJ's hair, and she doesn't loosen her grasp, keeping JJ's face close to hers. They sit forehead to forehead, drawing in much-needed air.
JJ searches Emily's eyes, although she honestly can't say what she's looking for. Reassurance, maybe, that they're not about to make a huge mistake. Encouragement, a sign that it's ok for her to push further. This is all new for JJ and she's not sure if the same rules she's played by for years apply here.
Emily sees the confusion, the questions, in JJ's eyes and smiles. She presses her lips to JJ's again, more gently this time, as a hand releases her hair and trails it down her arm. She pulls back from JJ just enough to look around, just to be sure they don't have an audience.
The fireworks are still booming and flashing above, and the crowd is enthralled by them. And JJ and Emily are secluded enough that no one has noticed them.
Emily meets JJ's eyes, so impossibly bright and blue, holds her gaze as she slowly moves her hand to unbutton JJ's top. She pushes it over her shoulders, down her arms and away, never once dropping her brown eyes from JJ's stare. JJ shivers slightly, her breathing speeding up.
Emily reaches around JJ to unhook her bra, drawing the straps down her arms slowly before letting it fall between them. She ghosts her hands over JJ's stomach, working her way up to the blonde's breasts. She takes them into her hands, marveling in the weight of them. Emily's always loved the feel of a woman's breasts in her hands, the skin so soft and supple.
JJ's nipples are already hard, the shock of the night air bringing them to peaks. Emily runs her thumbs over them, and JJ groans as they impossibly tighten more. The feel of a woman's hands, slender and soft, on her skin is so different than what she knows. She arches her back into Emily's touch, her eyes fluttering closed against her will. She wants to watch Emily's eyes as the brunette touches her but she can't seem to will her eyes to open again.
Emily drops her head, brushes JJ's hair away from her neck and trials kisses along her neck. She follows a path down, across JJ's collarbone, along the smooth skin of her breast, taking the nipple into her mouth. JJ moans as Emily's tongue swirls around her nipple.
Emily slowly, gently, pushes JJ back, never breaking contact with her breast, until the woman is lying on her back. Her blonde hair fans out around her on the blanket, and she shifts her body until she's lying comfortably. She opens her eyes to see the fireworks still exploding, one or two at a time, above her.
Emily moves to JJ's other breast, giving it the same attention as the first, before kissing her way down JJ's stomach to the waist band of her skirt. Here she stops, contemplating. She's not eager to completely bare JJ in such a public place, no matter how badly she'd love to see the blonde naked and spread open to her.
Instead, she slides a hand up the inside of JJ's thigh, moaning when she feels how damp JJ's panties are. JJ's throbbing, aching to be touched and Emily is moving at an agonizingly slow pace. She bucks her hips into the brunette's hand.
Emily smirks at JJ's impatience and slides her underwear down JJ's legs. She moves her hand back to JJ's core, the smirk sliding from her face, replaced by a dark look full of lust and desire. She slides her fingers over JJ's folds, slipping slightly. She circles her finger around JJ's clit, teasing the blonde, drawing out moans of frustration and pleasure.
JJ groans Emily's name, whines in protest at the woman's avoidance, begs her to release the pressure that's been slowly building deep in JJ's belly.
Emily gazes at JJ, the blonde woman's cheeks flushed pink, her breathing heavy and erratic, and she can't hold back any more. Her fingers slide over JJ's clit, bringing JJ to the edge quickly, before slowing down and pulling her back. Emily wants to watch JJ come, but not yet. It's too soon.
Emily slowly, deliberately moves between JJ's legs, pushing her skirt up enough to duck her head between JJ's legs. She moves uses her tongue, her teeth, to bring JJ to the edge of oblivion again. When Emily suckles JJ's clit, JJ just about comes unglued. When the brunette starts fucking JJ with her tongue, it's all JJ can to do to not scream out.
Emily pulls away just before JJ comes, slinks her way up JJ's body, drops kisses along her belly, breasts and neck along the way. She nibbles JJ's jaw before taking her mouth. JJ moans into the kiss, can taste herself on Emily's tongue. The throbbing between her legs is almost unbearable now and she all but begs Emily to finish what she's started.
Emily maintains the kiss, slowly exploring JJ's mouth with her tongue as she slides two fingers over JJ's clit and into her. The blonde is wet and tight and Emily groans into her mouth. She moves her fingers in and out of JJ, slowly at first, gradually picking up speed, her thumb circling JJ's clit. She slides a third finger into JJ, pressing in deep, easily finding JJ's G-spot and bringing the woman to climax just as the grand finale of the fireworks begins.
JJ can't keep quiet anymore and calls out Emily's name as she falls apart in the brunette's hands. Emily slows her fingers, drawing JJ's orgasm out, grateful that the booms of the fireworks overhead cover JJ's voice.
She is breathtaking in the multicolored flashes, and Emily's breath catches. She's not sure that this is going to be a regular thing for them, but she decides it's something she wants to explore.
Emily feels JJ begin to relax and slides her fingers out of JJ, smoothing her skirt down as she goes. She pulls JJ up to a sitting position, cups her face, pushing her hair back as she kisses her gently.
"You OK?" Emily asks gently.
JJ nods, shivering slightly as a breeze blows over them. Her cheeks flush as she remembers that she's sitting on a blanket, topless, with Emily. Emily smiles, hands JJ her bra and blouse, helps her hook the bra and button the blouse when JJ can't make her trembling fingers cooperate.
Emily stands, holds a hand out to JJ to help her up. She ignores the throb between her own legs. They don't have the time to do anything about it now, nor do they have the cover of fireworks any more.
When Emily moves to drop JJ's hand, JJ's fingers tighten around hers. "When we get back to Virginia, you're mine." The blonde all but growls, sending a shiver down Emily's back. All the brunette can do is meet JJ's eye, her brown eyes lighting up with passion and desire, and nod.
They gather their blanket and head back to the hospital, only realizing they'd forgotten to take pictures when they return the blanket to the nurse.