When it all comes crashing down you'll ask yourself one question: Is it enough?
So what caused your whole world to come crashing down? What was the catastrophic event that made it all come to a stop? Something beyond your control. Something you couldn't have stopped even if you tried.
A dream.
The night starts like any other. Emily gets home from a long day at work. A tough case, but then again they are all hard. She pours a glass of wine or two to unwind. She flicks the TV on for background noise. A good book in her hands she sat down and slowly felt herself relax. The couch was comfy, inviting and safe.
Bright lights everywhere. Flashing lights. Music so loud she could feel it humming through her chest. That comforting dazed feeling that usually come from alcohol buzzing all over her skin. She looked down at her hands for confirmation. They moved in almost in slow motion.
"Emily!" JJ yelled over the music. A huge smile on her face, her pupils the size of saucers.
"JJ?" She yells back, still feeling dazed.
"Dance?" JJ yells again handing the other woman a shot of something clear.
Emily nodded before downing it. She didn't even question it. Where she was, what she just drank. She trusted JJ that much.
The following hours were just flashes. There must have been something in that drink. Flashes of JJ dancing in front of her, on top of her. It was all JJ. It was like there was no one else in the club.
Before she knew it, it was the next day. She was waking up in JJ's bed. This wasn't anything new she had stayed at her friends house before. JJ was cuddled up to her, talking to her. She wasn't really listening though. Suddenly JJ's lips were on hers. Pushing their way through, demanding her attention like the blonde always did. Emily threw her hands up, away from JJ as a kind of subconscious surrender. Panic, red flashing lights. Warning signs everywhere. Emily knew it was bad, but it felt so damn good. It took a moment for the brunette to decide. Kiss her back.
A moan came from JJ's throat, Emily's eyes opened in an almost cartoon like fashion. That sound had come from JJ.
The blonde was on top of her, her hands everywhere. "Where is this coming from?" Emily asks as JJ attempts to get her out of her jeans as fast as she could.
"I just thought why not?" JJ says to her with a grin.
Emily suddenly sits up. She looks around to find herself still in her apartment, alone. Hot, bothered and confused. JJ was really just a friend where did that come from. Tomorrow morning at work would be interesting.
~Lara Knight