"Emily, I swear to God!"
If she didn't know better, Jennifer Jareau would have guessed that the raven haired woman standing in the kitchen before her was two years old. First of all, she was wearing nothing but an apron, which hung open in the back, exposing her nearly bare back and all of the glorious muscles that she knew very well would drive her girlfriend absolutely crazy. Of course, Emily Prentiss knew very well that the lack of attire would have a lasting effect on her girlfriend, which only made her smirk as her hands worked and rolled the dough on the counter.
"I have to go to work! What the hell are you doing, anyway? Other than making an absolute mess of my kitchen, that is!"
The blonde woman gave a swift shake of her head as she watched Emily Prentiss hard at work on the apparent "soon to be" buns. Obviously, Emily wasn't exactly the baker of the relationship, however due to the fact that JJ had been called into work, the ex-agent figured the least she could do was to finish up Christmas dinner. So with a grin spread wide across her face to show a seemingly glowing display of teeth, Emily Prentiss spun around to face the completely overdressed agent, her eyebrows waggling in approval at the attire of the younger woman. With a pencil skirt pulled up high onto her waist to accentuate every curve, almost as though trying to tempt Emily, and a button up blouse tucked underneath, the dark haired woman almost purred at the sight of her girlfriend coming down the stairs.
"Damn, Jareau! Professional much? I'm pretty sure you didn't have to dress to the nines just to look over a few cases!"
As Emily spoke her words, a throaty laugh erupted from her chest, causing the young blonde to huff out a small sound of disapproval through her nose. Jennifer's hands worked through her hair to pull it up into a high ponytail, her blue eyes trying to look anywhere other than at her girlfriend's body. She wasn't going to give Emily the satisfaction right now! She had work to do, plus she would never hear the end of it.
"Look, as much as I would love to watch your naked ass slave over Christmas dinner for me, duty calls. So… You finish up here and I promise, I will be no more than an hour, okay?"
Jennifer's words pierced the air that was thick with heat being given off from the stove, causing Emily to release a small sigh that was practically inaudible. She had flown all the way to Virginia to be with JJ on this holiday, and now she was going to work!? With a highly exaggerated groan, the nearly naked woman placed her hands on her hips, her chocolate brown eyes boring deep into Jennifer's ocean blues.
"One hour. And I will be timing you, little miss, so don't you be late. Or else... "
And with that, Emily Prentiss took a brief moment before sauntering to JJ, pressing a forceful kiss to her girlfriend's lips, and then winding up and smacking Jennifer's ass… Hard. Hard enough to cause the small woman to squeak out a sound of pain mixed with the immediate sensation of pleasure that both women knew would follow the sting. Jennifer didn't even need to follow up the action with words, because in her mind she knew exactly what was to come later… And something told her that Emily wasn't feeling merciful on this particular night. Not to mention the fact that she was leaving for work! With that, the agent grabbed her purse, slinging the strap over her shoulder just after shooting Emily a teasingly innocent gaze and a wave before heading out the large framed door.
Almost as soon as Jennifer left, Emily Prentiss looked down to her hand, her lips curling up in a devilish grin as her chocolate brown eyes landed on the remains of the flour that was evenly spread throughout her entire hand, evidently on purpose. The best part of all this? The perfectly shaped flour handprint on the left cheek of JJ's ass would definitely teach her a lesson, especially since the blonde agent didn't suspect a thing as she drove off unexpectedly towards the BAU building.