Jemily morning after. Emily's point of view.
My head is pounding. It actually feels like someone is throwing a rock at it every few seconds. I need to stop doing this, I'm getting too old for hangovers. I swear I'm not drinking for at least a month. Something moved next to me. Oh god please be Sergio. Nope, definitely not Sergio too big and not hairy enough.
It moved again and groaned this time. It's probably a person, great awkward morning after incoming. Last night Emily, think. It was all so fogy. I know an important memory is there but its just blank. I need to stop drinking so much. I should open my eyes and find out who I'm dealing with here. I really should.
Another groan comes from what I'm assuming is last nights lover. I open my eyes, they take a second to adjust. "Oh" I find myself saying softly, my eyes widening at the sight in disbelief. Jennifer Jareau. Former media liaison and FBI profiler. Naked in bed with me. I feel a little flushed suddenly very aware of my own nakedness and JJ's close proximity.
Her arm is around my waist burning my skin wherever it touched. I can't believe this happened, whatever this is, I can't believe I let this happen. She must have felt me tense up because she moved closer basically on top of me now. Who knew she was such a cuddle person.
A woman. I slept with a woman, a co worker what have I done. I feel myself beginning to question everything. I was hardly the straightest arrow in the pack, a drunken kiss with some of my girlfriends was hardly sleeping with a woman.
"Stop freaking out" I hear from the blonde mess of hair next to me. She knows me so well. "I can hear you over thinking. Stop" she mumbles her hand drawing tiny circles on my hip as some kind of calming gesture. My heart is racing, my head is still pounding. I truly hate my last nights self, why did you drink so much? "Would you relax? I'm tiring to sleep here! You keep me up pretty late now stop thinking so loud" JJ rolled over away from me.
"I'm not freaking out" I tell her getting up looking for my clothes around her bedroom, once clothed I can probably deal with this situation. I am Emily Prentiss after all. I am cool, calm and controlled. Where are my clothes, they really shouldn't be this hard to find. After a few minutes I give up on the search for my clothes, I find JJ's shirt from last night hanging on the top on her bedroom door. How on earth it got up there, I have no idea. I put it on the button up work shirt it covers just enough to be semi-comfortable walking around her house.
I really need to spend sometime getting some of last nights memories, but first coffee. I hear JJ call out as I leave her room something along the lines of "come back to bed, baby" but I don't think she's awake enough to realise what she's saying. "Go to back to sleep, Jennifer" I call back.
If I really focus I know somewhere in my brain I know where JJ's Kitchen is. Come on Emily, she's your friend you've been here so many times before. Where is the kitchen?!
I stumble upon the bathroom, no coffee here much just as helpful. I splash some water on my face and brace myself against the cold white porcelain sink as I look in the mirror. Get it together, Emily. Everything will be fine once you get some coffee. I spot some aspirin next to the sink and quickly down two. "You know its rude to leave a woman like me in bed by herself, after the things I did to you last night Agent Prentiss I thought you knew better" JJ announced her presence leaning against the door frame. Jennifer looked like she had began getting dress but abandoned half way, in only underwear.
"Maybe I'll have to teach you a lesson..." she said with a grin that gave me shivers.
I'm working on this POV writing...Thoughts?
~Lara Knight
