A/N: Since you had no complaints about smut, here you have some more. This is a smuty two-shot that starts with Erin not being able to sleep and Jay "helping her" over the phone, and ends with Jay coming home in the second part.
Hope you enjoy, and let me know!
She can't sleep.
Even the carefully laid-out pillows around her are not helping. She feels frustrated, and tired, and god she misses him. There is still a dent in the pillow, from where he rested his head two nights ago. Then he had to go work a case. In New York of all places. She's not particularly aching to go back to the Big Apple, since nothing good ever happened to her there. But it's killing her that he is there, and she is, well, here. In bed. Supposed to be sleeping. Except that she's not.
It was the same last night. Tossing and turning. All night long. If she doesn't get any sleep soon, she doesn't know how long she'll be able to function. Besides, this is ridiculous. She is perfectly able to sleep alone. She has done it all her life.
She groans in desperation, picking up her phone from the nightstand. She promised herself long ago she wouldn't be one of those girlfriends who would get all clingy. She despised those girls in high school, and she's sure Jay would have called if he had the time. He was working on the case late last night, so all she got was a message good night.
She throws her leg over the blanket and sighs. The hand holding the phone is getting sweaty, and she's overall so hot. She gets up to open the window and gets back in bad. She hears every single noise when attempting to sleep. The dripping of water in her neighbour's apartment. The sirens in the distance. Everything keeping her from the sleep she so desperately craves.
Then the phone in her hand vibrates, and the picture appearing on her screen makes her heart stop, but in a good way. She presses the answer button and presses the phone to her ear, biting her lip.
"Hey," she murmurs.
"Hey you," he chuckles back. "How was your day?"
It was horrible, she wants to say, because you weren't here. However, she swallows the bitterness left over from the court appearance, in which the lawyer destroyed the prosecutor's witness so badly, that even her testimony didn't help put the killer behind bars. As hard as it is, she has to accept, that sometimes, the bad guys get away.
"It was fine," she lies smoothly. "Yours?"
"Great." There is a brief pause, and she takes a second to revel in the fact that he's on the other side.
"How is the case going?"
"It might be a couple more days," he sighs. "There has been some new evidence. We're waiting for the lab results."
She needs to pick up some sleeping pills or something. But most of it is addictive, and she doesn't really feel like going down that hole again. Maybe some tea will make her sleep. She lets out a barely audible sigh.
"What's wrong?" He asks finally, stunning her surprised. She didn't realize he would know her lie over the phone. In person, she would never even try to hide her distress, because he knows her, but she didn't realize just how much.
"My day actually sucked," she confesses at last, because he has ruined her defence wall with one simple question. "And I miss you. And I can't sleep."
She misses the things he would normally do to her, to make her day better. How he would massage her back, and trail a path of kisses all over her body, causing her to go lax under his touch.
"I wish I was there," he murmurs. "I bet I could make your day better." It's almost as if he can read her mind.
"Don't say things like that," she complains. "I'll never be able to fall asleep."
"Maybe I can help," he offers softly, almost carefully, and she knows what he means. And she never thought she would be doing this, but she feels hot and bothered and desperate.
"Like how?" She gives him the go ahead.
"What are you wearing?"
She glances down at herself and smiles. "Your shirt. The last one you wore. It smells of you."
Jay misses her so much it hurts. He considers going home just for the night, and flying back in the morning, but he knows it would be a waste of time. Time, he should be spending solving the case, so he can get back to her sooner. He wishes he could do this in person, but he can't, and he wants to salvage her day anyway. He closes his eyes and imagines her, lying in bed, wearing nothing but his shirt.
"Leave it on." His voice gets huskier, and she knows he's getting turned on by thinking of her. She presses her cool hand to her burning cheek. Her heart is pounding in expectation of what is coming next. Her mouth dries up. He can do that to her. With just one sentence, she is completely aroused.
"I wish I was there," he says breathily.
"What would you do?"
"I would kiss you. I would kiss you long and hard. Making you forget the bad day you've had at work."
She can imagine it. His lips on hers. She closes her eyes and lets her head fall back into the pillow.
"Then, I would kiss your neck. The soft spot under your ear. The one that always makes you writhe."
She touches the spot with her finger, imagining her lips sucking on the soft skin. Her mouth parts slightly, and a moan escapes. Her hand settles on her stomach, going higher until she reaches her breast. She feels her nipple harden beneath her touch, or maybe it's because of his husky voice.
"I would suck your nipples through the shirt you're wearing. My shirt." The tone of possessiveness does not escape her. "Then I would kiss you more, and more, until you were desperate under me."
She feels pretty desperate now.
"I would touch you, over your underwear."
Her other hand moves down, and does exactly that.
"I can almost feel how wet you are."
"Yes," she murmurs, because he's right. She's soaking wet, and she can feel it through her panties. She rubs her slit. Her teeth catch her lips between them, attempting to bite back a load moan. She fails, and she hears his sigh on the other end.
"Are you touching yourself?" He asks breathily. "Are you rubbing it through the fabric? Like you know I would?"
"Yes," she gasps.
"Take them off," he instructs and she does. "Slide them off your legs, slowly." He swallows loudly. "Now touch your clit."
Her fingers finally slip between the silken folds. She craves the elusive release, but knows that he's going to get her there. Her eyes are closed, and if she tries, she can almost imagine it's his fingers. She moves them in a familiar rhythm. Their rhythm.
"Go faster," he whispers, imagining her vividly. He's so hard it's almost painful. But this is about getting his girl to sleep.
Her fingers rub her clit almost frantically, desperate for the release she has been craving all day long. Her free hand is teasing her breasts, and her hips are bucking up, desperate for other kind of contact.
"Jay," she whimpers. "Please." She doesn't know what she's asking of him, since he's not actually there to do anything. But he knows what she needs.
"Add another finger," he murmurs hoarsely, and hears the load scream that follows soon after.
"Ahhhh!" If she were not too far gone to care, she might have been ashamed of that scream she let out at the end, when her whole body shook with spasm after spasm.
He smiles, picturing her sprawled over their bed, her eyes still blurry from the orgasm she just had.
"You okay?" He asks after a few minutes of silence, thinking maybe she fell asleep.
"Mmmhm," she murmurs almost incoherently after she comes back from the oblivion. She smiles, though it's mostly for her benefit, since he can't see her. "Thank you."
"Anytime. I mean that."
"Do you want to?" He knows what she's offering. To return the favour.
"Not this time. This time was for you." His voice makes her heart ache with missing him. "You think you'll be able to sleep now?"
"Definitely," she admits, already drifting a little.
"Then we'll talk more tomorrow. Sleep tight," he says while she can still hear him.
"Hurry up and come home?" She asks, before ending the call and wrapping herself in the sheets, drifting away to peaceful slumber.