Touch
Part One - The Bar
It was the end of a long day in Houston for the FBI's Behavioral Analysis Unit. When they went to their hotel that night their liaison, Jennifer Jareau went to the bar down the hall from the front desk. The other members of the team went to their rooms. The bar was small and decorated simply with black and white photos on the walls, a few small tables, an old jukebox and a bar with a hardwood top that matched the floors. Jennifer was glad to see no other patrons were there and even more relieved when the bartender gave her the drink she ordered and didn't try to start a conversation with her. The drink in front of her and silence in the bar immediately helped her relax as she pondered over the day.
A family of four was found murdered in their home that afternoon. It was the third family murdered in Houston during the past week. The smell of the bodies in the house and sight of blood smeared on the walls made Jennifer walk outside several times. Along with the blonde other members of the team often walked outside too. The only agent that didn't take a break was the brunette profiler, Emily Prentiss. It was because of her persistent work that day the serial killer was found and arrested.
The way Emily seemed unaffected by gruesome cases was one of many things that made Jennifer intrigued by her. It wasn't often the blonde let herself indulge in thoughts about the brunette, but as she sat at the bar with her hand rested around her glass she wanted to get her mind off the three murdered families. It made her feel better to think about Emily. She did the same thing when the team's computer expert, Penelope Garcia was shot. Jennifer was stressed out in the hospital waiting room. When Emily held her hand to comfort her Jennifer enjoyed the soft touch and let it take her mind off the stress over worrying about Penelope.
There were times when Jennifer wondered if Emily felt the same way about her. The profiler was always professional during cases, but when the team out for drinks the two women exchanged friendly banter and innocent flirting. Jennifer enjoyed it, but it didn't go any further because her career was too important to her to jeopardize it by having a relationship with a coworker. She was certain Emily felt the same way regarding her career.
"There are better ways to forget about what we see on the job." Emily said to Jennifer as she approached her. When the profiler walked into the bar moments earlier and saw the blonde liaison sitting on one of the bar stools her heart began racing. Jennifer captivated Emily since the day they met. Everything about the blonde from the soft spoken way she dealt with victims families to her confident smile made Emily infatuated with her. Everyday it was becoming more difficult to work together and be professional when the only thing Emily wanted to do was get closer to the blonde.
"I'm not trying to forget." Jennifer said and made eye contact with the profiler. "A couple of drinks help me unwind and sleep better." It also made it hard for her to ignore her attraction to Emily. Now that they were in a bar and not working on a case together Jennifer had nothing to distract her from wondering what it would feel like to kiss the beautiful brunette.
"There are better ways to do that too." Emily commented and smiled. Earlier that day she noticed Jennifer was upset at the murder scene, especially in the bedroom where two young boys were found dead in their beds. Although the blonde looked better now the profiler was still concerned about her. "It was a tough day." Emily said and asked, "Do you want to talk about it?"
"No." Jennifer answered and shook her head, "I'd rather not." She smiled at Emily and added, "I appreciate the offer, though."
"Anytime." Emily said and pointed behind the bar as she asked, "Why are you alone in here? Where's the bartender?"
"He left a few minutes ago." Jennifer answered and focused on the glass in her hand as she took a drink from it. "He said the front desk clerk will lock up when I'm done."
The profiler glanced around at the empty bar for a moment then their eyes locked together again and neither of them spoke. Emily's eyes lingered down to look at more of striking woman. Jennifer was wearing a low cut white sleeveless blouse that rested on her hips and brown khaki pants that weren't tight, but not baggy either. Although she was thin Emily's eyes noticed every curve.
"I wonder if that old thing works." The profiler said and pointed across the bar at the jukebox. "Let's find out."
Leaving her drink on the bar Jennifer followed Emily towards the jukebox. The profiler took some change out of her pocket and put a few quarters in the machine as Jennifer leaned over to read the list of selections. It was hard for her to concentrate on what she was reading because Emily was standing so close next to her. Within seconds of choosing a song it started playing and Jennifer moved her body slowly to the rhythm.
"Good choice." Emily commented and moved behind Jennifer. Watching the blonde's hips move with the music Emily began to slowly move too. Jennifer glanced back at her and smiled. The profiler felt her heart beating faster again. The smile encouraged her to get closer to the blonde. Taking a step forward she slowly danced with Jennifer and closed her eyes. Everything she imagined about feeling the blonde's body against hers paled compared to finally feeling the real thing.
Feeling Emily's hips move against hers and breasts on her back made Jennifer sway her body further back to feel more contact. It was apparent Emily was enjoying the moment as much as her and taking it slow, but Jennifer didn't want it to be slow. She wanted to be close to Emily and felt like she waited long enough for this moment. While she moved her hips harder against Emily she reached down and brought the brunette's hands up to her hips. Leaning her head back on Emily's shoulder she whispered, "Touch me."
Emily felt like she was dreaming as she slid her hands over the curves of Jennifer's hips and up her sides. Lifting one of her hands up she moved Jennifer's long hair and kissed her neck. With her other hand she lifted the blonde's shirt slightly to feel the soft skin under it. Next to her ear she heard a soft moan and continued exploring Jennifer's skin from her hips to her stomach then higher under her breasts.
"Oh God!" Jennifer gasped as Emily caressed her over the fabric of her bra. Her body felt like it was on fire from Emily's touch. Another moan escaped from her mouth when Emily moved her hand down over the front of her pants. Jennifer put her hand over Emily's and grinded against it between her legs. The pressure from Emily's hand and the friction of the fabric rubbing against her made her body feel like it was on the edge. She wanted to thrust harder until she exploded, but Emily slid her hand out from under hers.
"No." Jennifer protested. "Don't stop." Her breathing was hard and fast and she felt overwhelmed with need. Emily unbuttoned her pants and lowered the zipper then moved her hand down inside her pants. Jennifer gasped when she felt Emily touch her clit. On her neck she felt the profiler's warm breath and heard her say, "I've wanted to touch you like this for so long."
"Emily." Jennifer whispered as the brunette slid her middle finger through the wetness between her legs then returned to her clit to caress it. "Oh God!" As pleasure swept over her body Jennifer moaned louder. Emily's finger put more pressure on her clit and rubbed it faster. Feeling an orgasm build up Jennifer gripped onto Emily's arm that was wrapped firmly around her. The climax hit her hard and made her scream.
When Jennifer's body stopped shaking Emily lowered her fingers to the heat and wetness between the blonde's legs. She slowly slid her middle finger inside Jennifer then pulled it almost out, only leaving the tip of it inside. In front of her the blonde responded by moving her hips. Emily continued the slow penetration, moving her finger in and out. Jennifer arched her back and lifted one of her hands up to reach behind her and touch Emily's face.
Without taking her hand from between Jennifer's legs Emily stepped around the blonde to stand face to face with her. She loved the look of desire she saw in Jennifer's eyes. It made her more eager to please the blonde. Moving her finger slower and deeper inside Jennifer they kept eye contact. "What are you thinking about?" Emily asked and moved her face closer to Jennifer's, their eyes were locked together and their mouths were close enough to feel each other's breath.
"You." Jennifer whispered and lifted her hands up to run them through Emily's dark hair. With her hands on the back of Emily's head she pulled the brunette's face closer and pressed their mouths together. As Jennifer savored the taste of Emily's lips the brunette took her finger out of her then slid two fingers in her. Jennifer grinded against Emily's hand, feeling her lover's palm against her clit. Emily thrust harder and faster inside Jennifer. Their mouths pulled apart and Emily watched Jennifer's face. "Oh God, Emily." The blonde mumbled, "Fuck me harder!"