A/N
Whoops. Juicy smut. They're probably very OOC, because pfft, JJ and Blake would NEVER do such a thing. Except for in my dirty imagination.
God bless my dirty imagination.
"You'll have it on your desk tomorrow, I say. I'll stay and finish it after work, I say. Smart move, Jennifer Jareau," JJ scolded herself as she walked into Section Chief Erin Strauss's office with the updated case file. She put it down on Strauss's desk and sighed.
Suddenly a hand touched her shoulder as a familiar scent engulfed her; Obsession by Calvin Klein.
"I thought I was the only one masochistic enough to still be here at this hour," Alex Blake's soft, low-pitched voice spoke into her ear, sending chills of pleasure down her spine. "You're trembling. Is that a good thing… or a bad?"
"Hmm… you're a profiler, why don't you tell me?"
Blake ran her hands down JJ's sides, nibbling her neck. "Well…" she purred, cupping JJ's breasts. "Your nipples are hard, which suggests sexual arousal… unless perhaps you're just cold…?"
"God no, I'm really hot…" JJ replied and leaned her head back as Blake kept nuzzling her neck, chuckling darkly.
"Indeed you are."
JJ turned around and kissed Blake with an eagerness that bordered on violence, grabbing her waist and pulled her closer.
"Up," Blake ordered her, and JJ somehow found herself sitting on Strauss's desk. Blake placed herself in between JJ's spread legs.
"This is quite immoral," JJ moaned.
"So it is."
"And inappropriate."
"Very."
"And totally against the rules."
"Totally."
"We're going to do it anyway, aren't we?"
"Oh yes we are," Blake panted as she hitched JJ's skirt up and ran her fingertips up the younger woman's inner thighs. JJ shivered with pleasure and moaned out loud.
"God…"
"Mm, but you may call me Alex," Blake purred as her fingers reached inside JJ's panties. "Dear, how wet you are… you're going to soak her desk completely."
JJ gasped as Blake began rubbing her knuckles against her swollen clit.
"Oh…"
She threw her head back and bit her lip in an attempt to keep from screaming out loud.
"Just let it out, sweetie. No one's here to hear you but me anyway."
JJ rode Blake's hand, panting and nearly crying from pleasure.
"Oh God… oh MY GOD!"
Her entire body shook with the orgasm and she grabbed the edge of the desk with both hands, riding the wave of pleasure until it evened out. Blake slowly withdrew her hand from between JJ's thighs, causing the blonde to tremble with a second, lighter orgasm.
"Hm. I thought you'd last longer," she said in a teasing voice before licking the mess off her hand, then leaned forward to kiss JJ. "It's only fair you know how good you taste," she murmured against the younger woman's mouth, then kissed her again. JJ felt light-headed and out of breath, but she was young and fit and already recovering.
"Well, now I want to know what you taste like."
Blake offered her a predatory smile.
"It will be my pleasure."
