AN./ This two-shot was inspired by an interview AJ Cook gave, in which she talked about the state of JJ's office compared to her outwardly calm appearance. I really liked the dichotomy so I thought I'd play with stressy-messy JJ a bit.

Disclaimer: Do not read this story expecting much in the way of plot. It is probably 98% sex. Uploading it on the sizeable chance that some of you guys are as pervy as I am when it comes to these two ladies ;) -Bec xx

Chapter 1

She was probably the most outwardly well put-together member of the team, yet JJ's office was a veritable bomb site. Files were stacked in tall, haphazardly tilting piles; coffee-stained mugs littered every available surface; and JJ herself sat at the desk with her feet up and her eyes closed looking positively grey with exhaustion.

Emily slipped into JJ's office around 9.30 pm. If she was honest, she'd finished her own work hours ago but seeing JJ's light on and knowing how much stress she was under, it hadn't felt right to leave.

"I thought you could use a coffee," she greeted her. "...Since you're too stubborn to leave and get the rest you need to finish this."

JJ opened her eyes and surveyed Emily with a grim smile. "What I could use is vodka," she deadpanned. "Lots of vodka… and a good orgasm."

Emily raised an eyebrow, burying her surprise safely beneath an expression of sardonic amusement. "Well, you know I'd love to help you with that, JJ…" she joked. "But I don't think Hotch would approve of us having drunken sex in your office."

JJ made one of her faces but accepted the coffee gratefully. "How come you're still around?" she asked, taking a sip.

Emily shrugged, knowing she didn't have anything resembling a valid excuse for working so late. Hoping to distract JJ, she shifted a stack of files and perched herself on the corner of the desk, next to the blonde's neatly crossed (and really quite shapely) ankles. In her left hand she held a coffee of her own, from which she took a casual sip as she stroked her right hand down JJ's calf. The skirt JJ wore only reached her knees and her position had caused it to ride up even further, exposing her legs up to the middle of her thigh.

JJ's eyes slid shut at Emily's touch. "Mmm… What would I do without you?" she wondered lowly.

"Probably drink a lot less coffee," Emily suggested, eyeing the many dirty mugs littering JJ's office. She'd been noticing her friend's tension rising steadily over the past week and she could rarely think of a better way to insert herself into JJ's day than to bring her a cup of coffee. Sometimes she wondered if she was imposing when JJ was already so busy, yet the younger woman always seemed grateful for the distraction.

"It's not like I can sleep anyway," JJ replied. She opened her eyes and glared childishly at the stack of files towering in front of her. "It's been crazy lately. Every decision I make feels wrong."

"How are you supposed to work when you're so exhausted?" Emily wanted to know. "You're working longer hours than Hotch at the moment and that's just dangerous… Do you even sleep when you get home?"

JJ didn't reply but the answer was clear from her red-rimmed eyes. A full day's work had worn away the make-up she skilfully applied each morning and left her looking as run down as Emily had ever seen her. For a few minutes, neither of them spoke. JJ leaned her head back and focused her attention on the gentle movement of Emily's hand on her calf, willing herself to release some of the stress and anxiety she was harbouring.

"I'm so wound up," she finally confessed. "I need some kind of release or I'm going to lose my mind."

"Hence the vodka and/or orgasm," Emily gathered, recalling JJ's earlier statement.

"Doesn't look like I'll be getting either of those any time soon," JJ sighed with a shake of her head.

Emily kept her face impassive, neutralising the frown that usually marred her face when she was thinking hard. She'd hoped to cheer JJ up with a coffee and a bit of a chat but she was beginning to think she could do better than that. She leaned forward and tentatively ran her hand up past JJ's knee, just grazing the outer edge of her thigh before slipping back down to the safety of her calf. She met JJ's eye and found the younger woman watching her curiously.

"I don't know," Emily replied, setting her coffee gently down onto the desk. "I draw the line at supplying you with alcohol before you leave work but have you never fantasised about having sex in your office…?"

JJ leaned one elbow on the arm of her desk chair and brought that hand up to her mouth, brushing a crooked index finger against her lip thoughtfully. "Are you suggesting that I should?" she asked.

"I'm suggesting that you could," Emily replied obliquely. "...If you wanted to."

JJ chewed the inside of her cheek, her eyes keen on Emily's. 'Are you offering?' she wanted to ask, but she wondered if that would be taking their flirtation one step too far. It was true that she was attracted to her older colleague but…

JJ's sensible internal monologue stalled as Emily's hand slipped once again past her knee and up her thigh, this time moving deliberately beneath her skirt. Oh God. She really was offering!

Emily kept to the outer edge of JJ's thigh and stopped respectably short of her underwear, moving slowly to let her know that she was prepared to be stopped at any time. If it had been anyone else, JJ would've stopped them. But there was something about the restrained reverence in Emily's eyes that made her feel like she wasn't just taking a liberty. It made JJ want to see where this went.

She met Emily's eyes with a fearless grin. "Lock the door."

Emily gave JJ's thigh a light squeeze before getting up and doing as she was told. When she turned around again, JJ had swung her legs off the desk and now sat with her ankles crossed and her lips parted in poorly disguised anticipation.

JJ wanted to try kissing her, although they'd never done anything like that before, and she was surprised when Emily knelt in front of her, expertly dodged her mouth, and trailed her lips down her neck instead. She kissed deeply into the V formed by the collar of JJ's blouse and then unfastened the highest button, tapping the exposed skin with the tip of her tongue in a way that made JJ shiver.

"Emily?" she entreated quietly but Emily shook her head, brushing a finger against her lips.

She doesn't want to kiss me or talk to me, JJ realised, stunned. But she's willing to do this… as what, a service?

Suddenly she felt uncomfortable. She uncrossed her legs to stand but Emily quickly abandoned the buttons of JJ's blouse to grip her thighs, one in each hand, and push them apart. JJ's skirt rode up further in the process and she bit her lip. She could feel Emily's breath against the fabric of her panties as the dark-haired woman leaned closer and the sensation sent a hot thrill through her body. Her conscience was telling her it was a bad idea and yet her flesh was practically melting, all languid heat and desire; JJ couldn't have moved if she tried.

Emily smiled, although JJ missed it, and slipped her hands under JJ's ass, leveraging the younger woman's hips up to slide her skirt up to her hips.

"Em," JJ tried again and her breath caught as she felt Emily pause, resting her warm cheek against JJ's inner thigh. "Em, you know I don't expect…? You don't have to-"

"I know," Emily interrupted soothingly.

"Then why?"

For a moment, Emily looked uncertain, then she straightened her back slightly and rose up on her knees to press a soft kiss against JJ's lips. "Because you need this," she explained, caressing JJ's legs as she spoke, "And I want to give it to you."

Emily made to return directly to her prior position but JJ reached out a hand and caught her cheek. Meeting Emily's eye and making sure she understood, she brought their lips back together and kissed her deeply, soulfully. She was not going to do this unless Emily acknowledged her and engaged with her completely, no matter how much she wanted or needed a release.

Thankfully, Emily didn't consider herself in much of a position to argue. Kneeling between JJ's legs, touching her and kissing her, was enough to crumble every ounce of the resolve she was sure she'd once had. Emily found herself kissing JJ back, roughly palming her breast through her blouse and causing a delighted gasp to tumble from JJ's mouth to hers.

JJ knitted her hands into Emily's hair and held on, tighter than she meant to. She'd been so tense, so worked up, and yet when Emily's hand slipped from her thigh to the dampening crotch of her panties, she was beyond caring about anything else. More than once, Emily started to pull her head back to focus her attentions lower but JJ held her in place.

"This is what I need," she whispered. "You. All of you, Emily."

So Emily continued to kiss her as she pushed the fabric of JJ's panties to one side. What met her hand was so warm and wet, it caused a pant of arousal to escape Emily's lips. She dragged JJ's bottom lip into her mouth and sucked passionately as she coated her fingers in the wetness and began to explore JJ's sensitive pussy. JJ tore her mouth away for a few seconds to muffle a cry against the older woman's neck, while Emily expertly teased her clit, and when they kissed again it was loose and open-mouthed and desperate.

Emily sought out JJ's nipple through her shirt and bra, squeezing and tugging in time with the movements of her fingers over JJ's sex. She no longer cared how this had happened, or even whether it was simple fucking or something more. All she knew was that she wanted to make JJ come - to hear her cry out for release and see her face as everything came crashing down around her. It wasn't going to take much, Emily knew. JJ was already shaking in her arms.

Part of her was disappointed. She wasn't sure she'd ever get a chance to see JJ like this again and she wanted to make it last - to stop for a minute and take her in. JJ was so beautiful and so high, gasping and rutting against her. She let out a high pitched whimper as Emily thrust two fingers inside and the sound sent a rush of heat between Emily's legs. Her cheeks cheeks glowed bright pink, so warm that Emily could almost feel the heat emanating from them. Her breath was coming fast and ragged.

Moving her left hand from JJ's breast, Emily began deftly unfastening the buttons of JJ's blouse one-handedly. Once she had it hanging open, she slipped that hand inside JJ's bra and groaned at the sensation of a hard, pebbled nipple scraping against her palm.

"Sensitive!" JJ gasped out, her eyes flying open. "Ah, Em… My breasts are really… fucking sensitive!"

Sliding the breast out of its cup, Emily gave JJ's nipple a teasing lick before fondling it more delicately with her hand. JJ nodded rapidly, her mouth hanging open as Emily adjusted her movements.

"Yeah, Em… Yeah!"

"Tell me what you like, Jayj," Emily begged, scissoring her fingers as she thrust into her friend's pussy. "Just tell me what I can do for you."

"K-keep fucking me like that," JJ moaned, moving her hips against Emily's hand as much as she could from her position. She leaned her forearms onto the arms of her chair to increase her leverage and she cried out as Emily's lips closed over her pulse point. "Oh, Em! That… More!"

Emily sucked hard and used her teeth to toy with the tender, soft skin of JJ's neck. The thought that she might leave a lasting mark turned her on immensely and, judging by the noises JJ was making and the increasing desperation of her thrusts, it was having the same effect on her.

Emily pumped her fingers in fast and drew them out slowly, curling them so that she could tease JJ's special spot. Then, without warning, she released JJ's neck and moved down her body to lick up her slit without removing her fingers. JJ let out a sharp, guttural sound and Emily took that as permission to continue. She licked a few light circles around JJ's clit and then sucked it into her mouth. She could feel JJ's walls squeezing tight around her fingers and, knowing she was close, Emily slid one more finger inside and curled it tight, giving her clit a hard suck at the same time.

JJ bit back a scream, moving her hands from the armrests into Emily's hair as her body shook. Warm come gushed from her pussy and covered Emily's hand as she continued to lick and fuck her, slowing her deep, rhythmic movements as JJ rode through the spasms.

When she finally withdrew her hand, Emily stuck her tongue up JJ's hole and sucked her clean. Then she licked her lips and met JJ's half-lidded eyes with a satisfied smile. Leaning in, she gave JJ a slow kiss and slipped her tongue into the spent woman's mouth, letting her taste the salty sweetness of her own come. JJ's tongue lapped against hers lazily and she gave a sigh that turned into a low chuckle as they parted.

Emily pulled JJ's skirt back down, readjusted her bra and buttoned her blouse high enough to hide the bruise she'd left on the younger woman's neck. Then she leaned back against the desk with a grin. "Feeling better?" she asked.

"Much better," JJ moaned, meeting her eyes. "Em, you have no idea how much better… That was amazing."

"Good," Emily replied cheekily. "Because right now you've got probably the sexiest just fucked look I've ever seen and your office smells like sex… Sorry."

"Screw 'sorry' and screw 'smells like'," JJ retorted. "I can taste it. …I cannot believe you ate me out. This is surreal."

"Uh uh," Emily disagreed. "This is very, very real. And, for the record, I loved eating you out. I never want to get the taste of you out of my mouth. ...But I also know this was ridiculously unplanned for and if it's not what you want, I understand. I'm okay for this to be a fun one-time thing if that's-"

"What I want…?" JJ finished uncomprehendingly. "Emily, right now, all I want is to get the fuck out of here and return the favour. I thought that much was obvious."

She stood up on legs that were, admittedly, still a little wobbly, and crossed the room to open a window. She was definitely going to have to leave her office to air out overnight… She turned on her heel with a smile.

"My place or yours?"