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Secrets: Chapter 3
Emily tries to move, but can't. "I'm-I'm so sorry."
"Hey, relax-it's not your fault, I'm a snuggler." She smiles a nervous smile.
JJ's words calm her, as she tries to stay in control, "Good to know." Unsure of what else to say, but positive silence is not an option, she adds "For future reference." As soon as the words leave her mouth she realizes how they sound and she pales. "I didn't- look I'm just gonna," She panics and sits up causing the blonde to slide into her lap. "Shit," she hisses as arms slip around her waist.
The brunette closes her eyes and fights to control her body, but it doesn't work, she shivers and her breathing speeds up, as she feels a hand stroke her cheek. "Em," she whispers.
Scared brown eyes open to look into reassuring blue, "Jenn," she stops as her mind races with so many emotions. She wants, needs to say so much but before she can her eyes close again as soft lips pressed against hers. They sit like that, lips touching, but neither sure what the other wants. Finally the brunette takes the initiative and moves her lips against the blonde's. The tentative kisses continue for a few minutes, as they break apart both smile and lean their foreheads together.
The older woman blushes as she speaks, "I've wanted to do that for so long."
The younger nods, "Me too."
The kissing starts again, but this time both are more confident. Soft moans slip out as things heat up just a little. JJ lets her legs encircle Emily and pull her closer. The older woman lets her hand glide up and down the blonde's side. Lungs burning they part, only to lean back in again and again, each kiss a little deeper until finally tongues begin to explore.
When the kisses stop JJ traces her thumb along the older woman's jawline. They work to calm their breathing. "You okay?" She can still feel the brunette's unease.
Emily nods, but then speaks,"I just need," she stops, not sure how to say what she needs to say.
The blonde smiles and raises an eyebrow playfully, hoping to give the moment some levity. "Oh yeah?" To her surprise Emily leans forward and kisses her. As the kiss ends and her blue eyes open she sees something in the dark brown orbs that she can't read. She concentrates on the other woman. "You need time?" She fights sudden panic, "Space?" When she doesn't get an answer she touches the brunette's face softly. "It's okay, just talk to me."
Emily decides to hide, "I need coffee, lots of coffee."
The blonde knows what she's doing but she chooses to let her, at least for now. She smiles, "Awe, I should have known." She presses a kiss to her forehead, then untangles her legs from the woman.
Emily frowns as she misses the intimacy immediately, she lets her fingers trace along a bare leg. JJ bites her lip to force away a moan at her touch. "What if I changed my mind?"
The younger woman pushes her playfully, "Go, make coffee, I'll put on some pants." The older woman's frown deepens. The blonde laughs, "Meet you on the couch."
Emily stands, but turns back to look at the blonde. "Jennifer," the blue eyes that look up at her cause her to melt, she can see the trust and caring in them. The flip comment about not putting on pants is left unsaid. "I'll see you downstairs," she says softly as her fingers touch the smooth skin of her leg. Without waiting for a reply she goes quietly out of the room.
JJ gets out of bed, takes a deep breath and blows it out slowly as she runs her fingers through her hair. She smiles as she thinks about Emily-her smile, her soft lips, and the way she feels in her arms. ""Wow! -just wow." The woman who makes her living talking to the media is unable to find the words to express her happiness. She moves to the dresser and pulls out a pair of old, comfy sweat pants and slips into them.
Downstairs, Emily is standing in the kitchen watching the coffee maker actually make coffee. She also has water heating for tea, the blonde won't be happy but she'll have to learn to deal with it. Caffeine would only make her migraine worse. Her mind goes back over the last 24 hours, it had been a helleva ride for sure. First the feeling of loss when she saw Will and Jennifer kissing, to now, them kissing, it was a lot- one thing for sure, there was no going back now. That thought was both wonderful and terrifying, she didn't know what she would do if she lost Jennifer's friendship.
A few minutes later she walks into the living room to find it still empty. She puts her coffee and the blonde's decaffeinated tea on the table in front of the couch, then sits and nervously waits for the other woman.
She hears her before she sees her, "That coffee smells so good." Brown eyes meet blue as she moves into the room and sits beside the older woman.
"Sorry darling but it's decaffeinated tea for you," she hands her the mug. JJ smiles and kisses her cheek. "That's not the reaction I expected, you okay?"
She blushes but nods, "You called me darling."
It's now Emily's turn to blush. " It just-is it," she does know what to say.
JJ takes her hand which helps her relax a bit, "I like it." She smiles . She decides to start the conversation they need to have jokingly, "So ah- better now- with the coffee?"
The older woman takes another drink, then nods with a smile, "A bit," she says honestly. Her eyes meet shining blue. "You know this is crazy, right?"
"Crazy?" She gets nervous, worried that Emily will try to say they shouldn't be together.
She sets her coffee mug down and faces her friend, "I mean I've thought about this-for a long time." She stops and bites her bottom lip. "I want it, I do- but I don't know how to do this," she gestures between the two of them. "I'm almost 34 and by no means innocent, but I've never felt this- whatever this is between us." She tears up slightly and she decides that trying to explain what she feels isn't possible, so she just shows her love. One by one the compartments open, she allows the blonde to see her, all of her, for the first time. She sees the trust the older woman has in her, the love, and the fear that the love won't be returned.
Before she can say anything else the younger woman leans forward, pulls her into her arms, and kisses her. The kiss becomes hard and needy, quickly. Hands tangle into dark hair and soon the blonde is sitting in her lap, legs pulling her closer, so that they are chest to chest. They break apart needing air, " You know I feel the same, right?"
Emily smiles and runs her hand under the back of the blonde's sleep shirt, causing the warm skin to pebble with goose bumps. "I do now."
They relax against each other, hands lightly touching warm skin. "Can we stay like this forever?" The younger woman asks in a whisper.
"Um-if that's what you want, absolutely." She pulls back just enough to press their lips together. "No,"she whines as she realizes, "I have to go to work." She strokes the blonde's cheek, "You be okay?"
"No," she pouts, "I'll miss you." She puts her hand on Emily's neck and pulls her forward so their lips meet. When the kiss ends she looks into soft brown eyes that show a little worry. "The migraine is mostly gone, I'll be fine." She kisses her again.
"I'll call Hotch and let him know I'll be late, then I'll fix you breakfast, you can spend the day napping and I'll bring dinner on my way home. How's that sound?"
JJ smiles, "I like the sound of that."
After another soft kiss, Emily again extracts herself from the snuggler- with some regret, she stands. The blonde smiles as she watches her go into the kitchen. When she can't see her anymore she stretches out on the couch.
A little after 10 Emily walks into the bullpen of the BAU and sits down at her desk. She smiles as her eyes look up to JJ's office. Her mind wanders to the morning, to blue eyes, soft lips -and god those legs. She bites her bottom lip and then licks it.
Morgan smiles when he sees her, hoping her mood is because she found the nerve to talk to JJ. "Nice of you to join us."
She comes back to the here and now, "Did I miss anything?"
"Paperwork," he leans against her desk. "How's JJ?"
"Better," she smiles, "She was napping when I left." He raises an eyebrow, "What?" She asks unsure.
"Did you talk?" She nods. "And?" Her smile brightens. "I was right?" He smiles and repeats. "I was right!"
"I'm never going to hear the end of this am I? I mean everyone's right sometime." She teases.
"Just say it," he smiles. " Say you were right Derek."
She rolls her eyes but they are shining, " Say you were right Derek," she laughs.
"That'll cost you," he pushes off her desk and starts to his.
"Hey Morgan" he faces her. "You were right and I owe you." She smiles.
"That right there-that's enough, Princess."
She nods, " Ah- this is between us okay-just for a while." He nods.
Later that evening Emily opens the door with the spare key JJ had given her earlier. She carries in a bag of groceries, she smiles when she sees the blonde asleep on the couch, but frowns when she notices the pill bottle on the table beside her. She stops to press her lips to JJ's forehead and then goes into the kitchen.
The blonde on the couch begins to stir as the smell of food fills the air. She opens her eyes slowly but then squints, her head still aching. The thought of food makes her smile, that smile grows when she realizes that it means Emily is home. "Home," she whispers and then blushes. She stands and walks towards the kitchen.
Emily is stirring food on two different burners with her back to the door, so she is startled when she feels arms slip around her waist. She smiles when lips press against the back of her neck. "Glad you're back," whispers the blonde. The older woman turns in her arms and they share a chaste kiss.
She kisses JJ again. "Glad to be back." She turns back to the stove and turns the burners off. "I hope you like spaghetti," she glances to see the blonde nod. "Good." She moves from her arms to drain the pasta.
"What can I do to help?"
She sets the pan in the sink, "You can crawl back on the couch for about fifteen more minutes, I'll call you when it's ready."
"Em- I can set the table."
The older woman puts her hands on her girl's shoulders, then touches her cheeks with her thumbs. "Let me do this please?"
"You saw the pill bottle?"
"I did and I know your migraines linger, so just let me do this okay?"
"Okay, but I'm helping clean up."
"We'll talk about," she kisses her on the forehead. "Now go-rest." With a playful growl the blonde leaves the room. Emily smiles, she thought it would be harder, she frowns, it should have been. She wonders just how bad her girl really feels.
Thirty minutes later they are at the table eating. The blonde's color is a little better, the brunette can tell she feels better. "This is really good," their eyes meet, "but you didn't have to go to all this trouble."
Emily smiles- as she lets her fingers lace with JJ's, " It wasn't any trouble," she blushes a bit. "I love to cook."
"This is going to work out well then-I love to eat." She smiles, brings the other woman's hand to her lips and kisses it.
Later they wash dishes and clean the kitchen together though Emily tries to get the younger woman to rest. They work in comfortable quiet, it seems natural like it was something they had always done.
Afterward they lie snuggled on the couch, Emily is spooned around the sleeping blonde. The tv plays but the volume is off. The older woman glances at the clock, when she sees the time she realizes she should go so her girl can get some real rest. " Darling," she says softly, as she lets her fingers ghost along her girl's cheek. JJ turns to face her, her eyes opening slowly. "It's late, I should go."
Blue eyes meet brown, "Stay," she says simply.
Emily kisses her softly, "I want to-but I don't think we," she stops to try to order her thoughts-find the right words. She doesn't want to rush things.
The younger woman blushes, "I didn't mean-last night was nice."
"It was," she understands, "Okay, I'll be back." When JJ looks confused she adds, "My go bag is in the car." She kisses her and gets up. The blonde takes her hand, Emily grins and leans in for another soft kiss. When they part, she goes to the door and out.
The blonde can't stop the smile, "This is really happening." She tries to wrap her mind around the last couple of days. She closes her eyes and remembers. The ring of the phone interrupts her replay of events. Her thought is work, but when she sees the name displayed she knows it's worse. "Will-hey," she squeezes her eyes closed, the headache begins again as a wave of dizziness follows.