A/N: So this comes after Fire and Truth. It's a little lighter than the other two chapters and my favorite so far. Un-beta'd so all mistakes are mine.
Chapter: A Southern Romance
Rated: M (More smut, yay)
Paring: Emily/JJ
Disclaimer: I own nothing. :(
I glared at the dopey looking man as he spoke to the delectable blond agent. My delectable blond agent. I savoured the gentle tingle that ran up my spine at the thought then directed my attention back to the interaction in front of me. The idiots' flirting had started the second he laid eyes on her, not relenting when she subtly mentioned her partner or when she refused the drinks invitation he extended. I snapped out of my thoughts as the blond in question sashayed towards me, flirtatious grin on her face.
"Jealousy looks good on you," she purred next to my ear as I placed my hand at the bottom of back, rubbing a quick circle as we stepped into the elevator.
"I'm not jealous," I argued gently as the doors slid shut. Jennifer backed up against the side, trapping my hand between her body and the wall. The motion jerked me forward slightly, knocking me off balance for a second. My free hand took my weight, landing next to her shoulder.
"It's sexy," she breathed against my chin. I moaned when she nipped at my jaw suggestively and pressed fully against her. "Alternatively, you could just pee on me to mark your territory," she mumbled with a grin, her lips still ghosting over my skin. I twitched back and glared at her, supressing my grin at her carefree laughter.
"Did you just suggest water sports, Agent Jareau?" Her smile turned to a frown.
"Uhh, no." I smirked then kissed the adorable crease in her forehead. "Seriously though, you have nothing to worry about," she assured me with an exaggerated scan of my body. "He's got nothing on you." My smirk grew and I crinkled my nose impishly.
"Obviously. I'm hot, you know." I loved that she brought out my truly playful side, something I thought I'd lost over the years, not just the forced one I adopted most of the time. Her lips renewed their attack, this time focusing on my neck. I jumped back at the loud ping announcing we had reached our floor. The doors opened and I was quickly pulled out and along the corridor to my room. I realised on the way that Jennifer was sliding the key card from my pocket to save time. She got the door open in record time and tugged me into the space before backing me up against the wood, effectively closing it. Her hand snaked past me to slide the lock into place then trailed down my side tantalisingly.
"I thought we'd agreed: not on cases?" I reminded her softly as her hands pushed up my shirt to my covered breasts. She glanced down quickly and moaned.
"I love the blue," she murmured against my clavicle. I chuckled at her.
"I know, but you didn't answer the question." She huffed petulantly.
"Why are you still talking and fully clothed?" I snorted and ducked from her grasp; backing across the room and eyeing Jennifer warily as she stalked me like a feline.
"As much as I love handsy and horny you, we had a rule. I'd hate to break it." Jennifer growled and leapt at me, catching me around the waist and toppling us onto the bed. I yelped in surprise then burst into a fit of giggles as she danced her finger tips over my sides. She stopped to grab my wrists and pin them above my head and I realised the position we were in. Jennifer was sat on my thighs, straddling me; both our tops having ridden up to expose taut abs and seductive skin. Her lips found mine and all my half-hearted protests died quickly.
She released my wrists with a gentle push and I got the message; I wasn't to move them. I obeyed and left them where they lay, content to enjoy whatever attention she lavished on me. She deftly popped every button on my shirt and unceremoniously pushed up my royal blue bra, allowing her access to my already rock hard nipples. My back arched as she took one in her mouth, laving her tongue over it; slowly at first then faster. She licked a path to the other, repeating the motion. Her hands trailed over my body, exploring familiar dips and curves, raising goosebumps then moving on. My willpower dissolved when she dragged her teeth over my ribs.
"Fuck. Please Jen," I whined pathetically. I felt her smile against my skin but she didn't tease me any longer; rushing to unbutton my slacks and pull them off, along with my panties. I fisted the pillows above my head in anticipation as she stripped quickly then crawled back on the bed, flattening her tongue to lick a long stripe through my folds.
"Mmm, you taste so good, baby." My hips bucked at the vibrations and groaned for more. She took my hint and began flicking her tongue over my hard clit, alternating speed and direction until I was a quivering mess; capable of only whimpers and cries. At some point one of my hands disobeyed the order and my fingers tangled in her sun kissed locks, encouraging her actions fully. I gasped when she slipped two fingers into me and, unable to process any other thoughts, moaned her name repeatedly; like a mantra helping me keep a hold of reality. It didn't take more than a few thrusts for me to tumble over the edge. I dimly registered a path of kisses being laid up my body as I stared at the ceiling, waiting for my breath to return and the feeling to come back to my legs.
"So much for 'not on cases'," she chuckled next to my ear. My head lolled to the side and I shot her a weak glare, muted by my blissful high.
"You cheated," I stated without conviction. I grinned at her giggle and rolled over, my thigh slipping between hers, and placed a sweet kiss to the tip of her nose. "You're evil." I kissed her cheek. "And mean." A kiss to her jaw. "And beautiful." A kiss to her chin.
"And yours," she breathed against my lips.
"So mine," I reiterated, pressing with more force. I drew swirling patterns over every inch of skin I could reach as our tongues battled for dominance in a passionate dance. My digits lingered momentarily over stiff peaks, tweaking gently before moving on only to return less than a minute later and repeat the action. I growled lowly when she rolled her hips and I felt her desire coat my thigh. I abandoned the intricate shapes and gripped her waist while pressing into her centre.
"Ungh, Em. I need you," she whimpered desperately. "I need to feel you." I smirked and brushed my nails over the curves of her hips, scratching down gently to her thighs.
"I think you feel me just fine, Miss Jareau." She groaned at the sharp sensation then bucked her hips up, frantically searching for a source of friction to relieve the growing ache. I took pity on her and dipped my fingers down through her slick folds, closing my eyes to the warm liquid desire I found there. I glided a fingertip around her sensitive clit a few times before dropping lower. Her nails dug into my shoulders harshly as I pressed two fingers into her. A quiet 'yes' hissed through her teeth when I picked up a steady rhythm, adding a third finger when I knew she was ready.
I watched her face as I drove into her again and again, her emotions playing out across delicate features. Her bottom lip remained firmly held by her teeth and I knew it would be almost bruised by the time we were done, soothed by the gentle kisses I would lay on it. Her brow was furrowed as if in concentration, but realistically I knew she wasn't focused on much more than how I felt inside her and the building pressure in the pit of her stomach. With a final cry, her walls clamped down on me and she shuddered through her climax; mouth open and skin shimmering with a light coating of sweat. I waited until she opened her eyes to kiss her, paying special attention to the now purple area of her lip.
"We should do that more often," she whispered. I raised an eyebrow at her, taking offense to the implication.
"Not that I'm going to disagree, but considering you get it almost every day, you may want to rethink that statement." Her eyes widened comically at me as she realised the insinuation of her words.
"No! I meant on cases. We should do it more on cases. Trust me when I say I have no problem what so ever with the amount of sex we have, or with the frequency in which we have it…" She trailed off at my smirk.
"You're adorable when you babble, particularly when you are trying to back track. Very smooth Ms. Media Liaison." She swatted at my arm playfully whilst sticking her tongue out at me. I wrapped my lips around the wet muscle and sucked gently, delighting in the quiet rumble that emanated from her chest. I realised it with a high pitched pop then groaned at the musical tone ringing around the room. I glanced at to the slacks on the floor that housed my phone and moved off the bed with a quiet grumble of displeasure. "Prentiss," I growled without checking the caller id.
"Hey lover girl. When you two are finished in there we are heading down for dinner." My cheeks began burning as Morgan started laughing.
"Funny. You are a funny man, Derek," I ground out. "We'll be down shortly." I snapped the device closed and turned to my blond lover. "They are going down for dinner." Jennifer nodded then smirked.
"I already went down for dinner," she teased with a quick glance over my body. I rolled my eyes with a smile and mock glared at her.
"Come on, you horn dog." I grabbed a towel from my bag and waltzed into the bathroom, stilling for a moment to turn on and adjust the temperature of the shower. Once hot enough I stepped beneath the spray, savouring the way my muscles relaxed under the pinpricks of heat. After a few minutes the curtain slid back and Jennifer joined me below the soothing water. I took up my shower gel and squeezed a small amount into my hand.
"I want to smell you on me all night," she husked as she guided my soapy hands to her body. A shiver of delight raced through me and desire pooled between my legs at the thought of her smelling like me. We washed each other down then stepped out to towel off, trading gentle touches and chaste kisses the whole time. Once dry and dressed we made our way to hotel restaurant and found the rest of the team already seated with drinks. I glowered when I realised that the New Orleans detective was also present at the table.
"There you two are." Hotch shifted round to allow us extra room to be seated and gestured the waiter over. "We haven't ordered yet." I nodded my thanks as I let Jennifer sit first before I took my seat next to Morgan. I glanced at Detective LaMontange and seethed when I found his gaze was on Jennifer. I grunted softly when Morgan's elbow connected with my ribs and shot him an exasperated look. He leaned in quickly.
"Hotch invited him. It was awkward. I'm sorry," he whispered. I waved off his concern, masking my own with a tight smile. Yes I trusted Jennifer and I believed her when she told me I didn't have to worry about his advances but our relationship was still so new, it left me quick to fall on past insecurities. Morgan's hand on my knee comforted me slightly and gave me a little strength to sit up taller and hold my head higher. I brushed my fingers over Jennifer's thigh, smirking at the quick shudder that passed through her then removed my digits at the warning look she flashed me. We all ordered and made idle chit-chat while we waited for the food. The rest of the meal passed easily, only somewhat uncomfortable due to the new presence of the stranger.
As I helped Morgan take some of the empty glasses to the bar, the southern detective made his move and sidled up next to Jennifer, standing between her and the rest of the team. I grimaced at the manoeuvre, unsure whether it was intentional or not as it cut her off from any help. I watched her facial expressions carefully, asking the silent question when she flicked her gaze over to me. I grinned at the discreet shake of her head and roll of her eyes and leant back against the polished wooden surface, content to let her deal with the idiot by herself. A few minutes later she joined us and aimed a solid punch to my upper arm.
"Never leave me alone with him again. He just can't take a hint." I snorted humorously but covered it with a cough when I was levelled with a death glare from the blond. Hotch and Gideon made their way over to excuse themselves from the group and head off to bed. After the sensible adults had left Jennifer, Reid, Morgan and I grabbed a smaller table and ordered a round of drinks. I choked slightly when Detective LaMontange pulled up a chair and joined us. I tried to ignore him as best I could, but when he began dropping elephant sized hints at Jen I switched to being overly sarcastic. My comments were few and far between but I thought he got the point in the end. Until…
"I'm heading up to room." I smirked at Jennifer's stretch and fake yawn, diverting my scrutiny away from her obvious doe eyed look to my drink.
"I'll walk you out if you want," came the obtuse suggestion in a southern drawl. I knocked back the remainder of my scotch and stood up.
"No need, I'm heading that way. I'll walk you up JJ," I interceded, not glancing at the blond but locking eyes with the inane man. I saw her nod out of the corner of my vision and moved to take her elbow softly. "Thank you boys, it's been a lovely evening." I added; my mother's etiquette lessons drilled too deep within me to forget. As we left the restaurant Jennifer turned to me and raised a curious eyebrow.
"JJ? You haven't called me that for months." I pressed my lips together and sighed through my nose.
"Everyone calls you JJ. I don't want him to hear someone call you Jen or Jennifer and think it's acceptable for him to do it." I narrowed my eyes at her blossoming smirk. "No. Don't say anything." She giggled adorably and pushed me gently into the waiting elevator. When she joined me and pressed the relevant button, she guided my hands to her hips.
"You are so cute," she gushed. I frowned.
"Cute?" I queried. She hummed and nodded, running a finger over my cheek. I weighed up the meanings of the word cute in my mind. I had never considered myself to be cute or anything remotely comparable. My gaze flicked over her face, noting the impish glint in her azure orbs and the bottom lip between her teeth. "Can't I be something slightly more badass?" I questioned with a smile. She crinkled her nose and shook her head, mumbling a negative. I sighed dramatically. "Just don't tell anyone." She snorted in triumph and placed a sweet kiss to my pouting lips.
We parted when the doors opened and I watched forlornly as she made her way to her room; a few doors down from mine. When she was out of sight I entered my room and collapsed onto the bed, stopping only momentarily to remove my shirt, jeans and shoes. I slipped into slumber's comforting embrace accompanied by the sweet and heady scent of apples and vanilla.
-x-
The case wrapped up quickly in the end and we managed to save a young man. I sympathised with the troubled woman driven to revenge but ultimately we had to do our job. Detective LaMontange sauntered over to Jennifer, exuding a confidence he had no right to feel. I felt Morgan's presence to my right, but didn't take my eyes off the interaction in front of me.
"So, about that drink?" LaMontange began. I rolled my eyes at the predictability of the line and shifted my weight from one foot to the other. The blond agent cleared her throat impatiently and shot me a look over his shoulder.
"Look, Will. You seem like a nice guy and all, but I'm sorry. The answer is no to drinks. My partner and I are exclusive." I smirked victoriously.
"You're partner? Like, Agent partner?" Jennifer rolled her blue eyes in frustration.
"No, life partner." The detectives face fell instantly.
"Oh. I just assumed you- Well, you haven't mentioned him at all." A chuckle escaped Morgan's throat and I threw out a hand to slap him on the arm, trying to hide the growing smirk on my face.
"Her. She's a her." There was no waver in Jennifer's voice, only pride. My heart swelled at the sound and I briefly wondered why I had denied the both of us this feeling for so long.
"Oh. Are you sure?" Jennifer's laughter rang quickly and loudly around the area before she clamped a hand over her mouth.
"Sorry. Um, yes. I am very sure." I could see the blush on the detective's cheeks, illuminated by car headlights.
"Oh."
"I should go, my teams waiting," she said sympathetically. He nodded and stepped aside, staring despondently after her. When she reached us, she pointed a finger between the two of us. "Say nothing. Not a word. Ever."
"Sure thing, li'l darlin'," Morgan drawled. I snorted a laugh through my nose and slung my arm around Jennifer's shoulders.
"It's a shame, you two would've made such a sweet couple," I taunted then backed away as she shot me a vicious glare.
"I hear the couch is comfy, you can confirm that for me later," she threatened. Morgan furrowed his brow.
"She has her own apartment," he pointed out in a stage whisper. Jennifer threw up her arms and huffed.
"I don't know why I like you people," she bit out before stomping towards the SUV. I chuckled at her behaviour and glanced at Morgan to see him doing the same. "Are you two coming? 'Cause I will leave you behind," she shouted over her shoulder.
"Ma'am, yes ma'am," Morgan barked out, lifting his fingers to his temple in a mock salute. "Is she always so demanding?" He asked me quietly. I laughed and lowered my voice.
"Not always. Only when I ask nicely," I teased. As I watched his eyes glazed over somewhat and a dopey smile tugged at his lips. I chuckled and kept walking towards my beautiful girlfriend.
