The smell of chocolate wafting through the living room out of the kitchen was driving JJ to distraction. "What are you making in there?" she called.
"I made cookies, and now I'm making a chocolate ganache to top them with," Emily called back. "Come and taste this, please? I can't decide if it's too rich, or what."
JJ made her way into the kitchen, breathing in the glorious scent as she did so. "It smells amazing," she remarked. Emily lifted a spoonful of something warm and chocolate to her mouth, so JJ obediently opened, and tasted Emily's creation.
It was like a flavour bomb had gone off in her mouth. Far from being too rich, it was just right – perfectly sweet, and deliciously decadent. Her eyes closed as she savoured the mouthful. A loud, satisfied groan filled the kitchen, and JJ was startled to realize that it was coming from her.
She was just about to ask for more, to compliment Emily on her cooking skills, but anything she might have said was cut off by Emily's lips. Before she fully understood what was happening Emily had her up against the counter, kissing her hungrily. JJ immediately brought her hands to Emily's head, holding her in place and kissing back with just as much desire. She felt Emily's lips part and followed her lead, sighing as she felt Emily's tongue invaded her mouth. One hand went to Emily's hips, yanking her closer.
Emily pressed against her for long, glorious moments, crushing her against the counter in a way that JJ welcomed. She wanted to tell Emily how much she liked this, but talking was impossible. Their lips were still fused together, tongues tangling, and the only time they parted was to gasp harshly for breath before coming back together.
JJ felt Emily's hands take firm hold of her just underneath her backside and hoist her up on the counter, and she immediately parted her legs for Emily to step inside. She heard the clatter of the long forgotten spoon hitting the floor, but ignored it. Her hands were in Emily's hair, tugging experimentally to see what Emily would do. It seemed to just make Emily let out small whimpers of pleasure and kiss her harder – and so JJ kept doing it.
Eventually, Emily tore her mouth away from JJ's and they regarded each other, chests heaving. JJ felt a shiver running up and down her spine at the look of sheer lust in Emily's eyes. She licked her lips and opened her mouth to speak, but Emily once again cut her off, this time with soft, wet kisses to the delicate curve of her neck. JJ moaned again, tilting her head to the side to encourage the attention. "That's so good," she said, her voice high and breathy with desire. "Emily… Don't stop…"
But JJ's phone interrupted them, and out of her overriding sense of duty, she answered it. "J-Jareau," she said, and she could hear just how needy, how turned on she sounded. "Hotch, what… tomorrow? Yes, I can bring them tomorrow." Emily chose that moment to drag her tongue up JJ's neck, sucking none-too-gently on her thundering pulse point, and JJ almost choked, trying desperately not to cry out in pleasure. "Yes, Hotch, I'm fine!" she snapped, still in that high, breathy voice. "It's just that now is really not a good time… yes, I'll bring them tomorrow. I have to go!"
She hung up on him, tossed her phone onto the counter and hopped off it, using her momentum to push Emily all the way across the kitchen and slam her up against the cabinets. "You are in trouble now," she growled, nipping at Emily's earlobe and pressing their bodies together.
"That's what I was counting on," Emily shot back with an evil grin.