Disclaimer: I still do not own Criminal Minds, nor any of the characters. Believe me, you would know.
Author's Note: So, here is more. From Emily's POV this time.
You love the way she looks at you.
You love the way she kisses you.
You love the way she touches you.
You love the way her hair knots in your fingers.
You love the way she whimpers when you kiss her just right.
You love the way she says your name.
You love everything about her.
You love her.
And all you want is to hear her say it.
You bide your time as you push her down, kissing her slowly. You shiver as she rakes her eyes down your body after removing your shirt. She pulls you down on top of her, and you go willingly, your mouth going straight for hers. She slips her hands up your back, her nails digging into your shoulders.
"Tell me you love me." You demand, trailing kisses down her neck.
"I can't." she whispers, even as her nails rake down your back.
It takes a moment for the carnal bliss to subside and you realize that she has denied you. Your heart races and your eyes flutter open, dancing from one of hers to the other. You have to hear her say it. She doesn't have to mean it, really she doesn't. You just have to hear it.
She flips the two of you, and you have sudden inspiration.
"Yes you can." you whisper, the challenge written in your eyes. You know if theres one thing Jennifer Jareau can't resist, its a challenge. She has stopped moving, and you think maybe you've gotten to her.
"Lie to me." You whisper against her ear.
Her breath hitches. "I'm not-" she starts, but you cut off her rebuttal with a searing kiss. You know what she's going to say, but its nowhere near what you want to hear.
"I'm not a liar." She manages, and you can't keep the frown off your face.
How are you supposed to make her see that you need this? How can you convince her that you don't think you could go on knowing she doesn't love you enough to just lie about it. How can you possibly keep this up knowing that while its so much more for you, its just a simple fuck to her?
Easy. You can't. But her hand is up your skirt and she's moving inside you and it takes everything you have to plead with her.
"Just do it for me, Jayje, baby please?"
She ignores your request, but you don't realize at first, because she's curling her fingers, and her thumb slides over your clit and you're lost, her name falling from your lips.
You know you can't let her go without hearing it, just once. You just have to make her see that. Make her see that she's going to be your undoing and she can save you with three simple words. Even if they're not true. You need them. Need them more than the release she's given you.
So you cling to her, your arms around her shoulders, your tongue tangled with hers, and the tears come as you feel her pull away from you. You can see on her face that she won't be staying much longer. You turn from her, and maybe its just wishful thinking, but you feel her hand on your back for a few seconds before the weight on the bed changes and she's gone.
You reach the door just before it closes, and when you speak your voice is laced with tears.
"Jayje, just let me hear you say it, just once. Tell me you love me. Lie to me."
All you wanted were those three words, but you don't get them. Instead of the three words that could save you, she ruins you with five.
"I hate you, Emily Prentiss."
A/N: Now that we know how horribly stuck our two beautiful FBI agents are, you know that there will of course be more to this story. But you have to ask for it. And bribery, say with a review, is such a good way to do that.