Title: Em's Song Mix
Author: cyandragonfly
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pairing: Emily/JJ some implied JJ/Will
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I'm not one of those people who's name crops up during the credits (on anything), thus, I own nothing.
Distribution: P&P, WiK, CM Femslash
Summary: Five songs.
AN: Stole the idea from gilliankane as I'm sure most of you guessed. Basically you put some music on shuffle and write what comes out - one fic per song and you can only write until the song ends.
AN2: None of these are connected. And the first and last are my favourites.
Stairway to Heaven - Led Zeppelin
It's over now, isn't it?
I can feel it in the air when you walk past, the way it makes me cold rather than burn up like it used to.
You refuse to look at me unless it's entirely necessary - and even then, I never get to look into those eyes any more. You save them for him. You save everything for him.
What did we have, really? I ask only because I'm not sure myself. There were glances - longing looks - smiles, touches and not much else for so long. Then there were kisses - in greater numbers and more wonderful than I could ever have imagined.
Then there was more again.
And it makes me wonder, if you said you loved me, repeated it so many times I can't remember them all - if you say it to him as well, so many times that he can't help but believe it like I did, are you lying to him, just as you lied to me?
Or is it only yourself you ever lied to?
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Would You Be Happier? - The Corrs
Have you ever wondered where this will all end?
When the touches will disappear, the kisses turn to ash and all things become just a memory?
I try not to because it's so wonderful having this with you.
I just want to keep moving forward, keep having as much of you as I can, for as long as I can.
My theory is that we're gonna be just fine.
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She Drives Me Crazy - Fine Young Cannibals
You're mad, I've decided. Not just indecisive as I used to believe, but truly mad.
I thought when you wanted to wait before we did anything, I though you just weren't sure. Didn't know what you wanted with me.
But you got over that, you puled me into that conference room and kissed me senseless.
And then you refused to take it any further - or kiss me again for that matter.
It took you a month before you kissed me again, and that time we did enough to steam the windows of the SUV we were sitting in.
Now you've run off with some hick from New Orleans, just because you're carrying his baby? You even said you wanted it to be mine.
I swear, no one could drive me as crazy as you do.
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Harpoon - Jebediah
You pierced my heart.
Long ago, you stole it for yourself, kept it in your hands like the selfish person I never thought you were. You kept it safe for a year, until you decided to drop it on the ground.
First you dropped it, then you took your heel to it, grinding it into the floor. You even jumped on it a couple of times.
Oh, you picked it up and cradled it afterwards, made it all better. Healed it even.
Then you pulled the harpoon out from behind your back and stabbed it through my heart that was only ever for you.
Go figure.
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The Lover After Me - Savage Garden
Well, there's no need to wait for another lover, because you've got one hanging on your arm already.
Can you please tell him that you don't like to hold hands in public, although you love a kiss or two while walking down the street? Can you let him know that you like a splash of milk in your coffee in the morning, but a sprinkle of cinnamon in the evening?
Please let him know that you prefer the left side of the bed, and that you can't sleep unless the window's open just a crack in case you wake up in the middle of the night, so that you can feel the air on your skin and know that you're not locked away in a cell.
And can you tell him, for me, that you can't stand sharing the shower more than two days out of a week because being alone with the water running over you is one of your few vices?
But lastly, make him understand that he has to be gentle with you, because you never got over that time in college when that guy - god, I can't even say it - but please, make sure he knows that you were broken and the glue I used will only hold for so long.
Please, for me, beg him to treat you right, because I'm not there for you any more. And someone has to be.
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