"HI, MOMMY!" Henry says excitedly.
JJ smiles. "You sound awfully awake, Little Man. Shouldn't you be in bed?"
"Waiting for you. In my piggies."
JJ chuckles at the term for pj's that Elizabeth had taught him. "That's good. Is Rocky in bed?"
"Si, Mommy. Rock little girl so bed already."
"Ah, I see. Can you give her a hug and kiss for me tomorrow?"
"Si, Mommy. You catch bad guy?"
"Not yet. We might be here two more nights at least. Can you keep Rocky and Francesca and Mama happy while I'm gone."
"Si, Mommy. I help Mama a'cause she hurt."
"Good boy. I knew I could count on you, Henry. So what did you do today?"
He launches into a very detailed description of everything he had done after she left for work that morning. JJ cherishes every moment, rubbing her stomach as she imagines this call with 4 children recounting their day. She could hardly wait.
"Want Mama now?" Henry asks.
"You had a great day, Henry. Thank you for telling me about it. I love you."
"I love you, too. Night, Mommy."
"Night, Little Man."
Emily takes the phone and looks at her son. "Hi, Jen. Want me to call you back when he's out?"
"Yeah, that will give me time to eat. Thanks for keeping him up for me."
Emily chuckles. "As if I had a choice. He insisted."
"Good. Well, let me get to dinner."
"Didn't go out with the guys."
"Ugh. No. Long story."
Emily grins. She can imagine why. "Okay. I'll call you in a little while. Love you, sweetheart."
"Love you, too."
JJ hangs up and plugs her phone in. She is feeling a little horny. She grins, wondering how hard it would be to talk Emily into phone sex. Then her smile fades.
"She only has one arm, Jennifer. Don't start something that could end up leaving her more frustrated than she probably already is."
JJ goes to the fridge and pulls out the pasta dinner she had bought and pops it in the microwave. That done, she pulls out…the pickles and peanut butter. Even as she fixes up three spears, her mouth watering in anticipation, she has to admit that after the babies are born she will probably find this the most disgusting thing ever. But as she takes a bite of her first one she can only moan happily.
"So freaking good!"
Back at Chateau Prentiss, Emily finishes reading Curious George and the Dump Truck from Henry's Treasury of Curious George, a gift from his Unca 'Pence. Emily looks at the boy cuddled up to her good arm.
"What do you think, Champ?"
"Good 'tory, Mama," he says, his voice heavy with sleep.
She kisses the top of his head. "I thought so, too."
"Sing now, Mama?"
"Of course, son," she whispers. She starts to sing the lullaby. She can feel him getting heavier against her as he falls asleep.
Once he is out, she lies there a few minutes with him, wondering when he will decide he's too big for a story and lullaby. How old had she been? Try as she might, she can't remember any nanny after Francesca doing this for her. Maybe once they had left Italy Elizabeth had decided Emily was too old for it. Emily kisses Henry's head once more.
"I don't care when it happens, Champ, this won't stop until you want it to. Even if I have to call you when you go off to college I will always be here to sing you a lullaby as long as you want it. I swear, Henry. I love you so much."
She carefully eases out of the bed. As soon as she is up, Alaska takes her place. She grins and ruffles the hair on his head.
"Take care of our boy tonight, Ska. I love you, too."
She goes down to her room and goes into her closet. Time to figure out what she can wear to work in the morning. Slacks are out since she can't use her right hand enough yet to deal with zippers or buttons. A skirt is out because she can't wrangle pantyhose and it is too cold to go bare-legged. On a whim, she pulls out an old pair of maternity pants but her waist is way too small for them now.
"Well, shit. Should have thought about this before 9 p.m., Prentiss," she scolds herself.
She searches her closet and finally comes up with a decision that could very easily end the decent relationship she has with Chief Erin Straus.
"So, sweater-blouse and sweatpants. Oh, yeah…truce ends tomorrow. Maybe I can get Pen to stop by the store on the way home tomorrow to buy some pants that don't have to be done up."
With that uneasy decision made, she goes over to the bed and lies down. She would need help getting ready for bed but wants to talk to her wife before asking Francesca for help. She hits JJ's number.
JJ has just tossed her trash away when her phone starts to ring. She smiles immediately when she hears Emily's tone. She grabs her cell and flops down on the bed.
"Hey, baby."
"Hi. All fed and watered?"
JJ giggles. "I'm not one of the pets, woman."
Emily smiles. "Trust me: I know. But really, eat okay?"
"Yep. Had a pasta meal for the main course, a cupcake for dessert and you can probably guess my appetizer."
"Oh, Jen…that's still just so wrong."
"I know," JJ says with a grin. "I'm sure once the twins are born I'll demand both items be removed from the house for a few months. So, you ready for work tomorrow?"
"I guess so. Didn't think about clothes until tonight."
"Oh," JJ replies. "I hadn't thought about that, either. What are you wearing?"
"A sweater blouse and sweatpants. Straus will love it!"
JJ laughs. "Oh, definitely. Pen driving you to work?"
"Yep. And she'll stay with us starting tomorrow night. I'm hoping we can swing by Penny's or Walmart on the way home so I can get more office-appropriate pants to wear when you aren't around to help me go to the bathroom."
"Good plan. I'm sure Straus will understand, especially since you won't be in the bullpen."
Emily frowns. "Why won't I be in the bullpen?"
"You don't know?"
"Obviously not."
"Because you'll be using the voice recognition software you will need to have minimal ambient sounds. They are moving you to my old office until your arm is better."
Emily's stomach does a flip. "Your…old office? The one that…that…"
"Yeah," JJ answers quietly. "You okay?"
Emily sighs. "Yeah. I mean, it makes sense. I just…I still see his final act when I close my eyes sometimes."
JJ winces, knowing that the death of Sheriff Delpy was still one that causes Emily guilt. "Em, sweetheart, you know there was nothing you could have done differently that day. You were exhausted emotionally and physically."
"I know, Jen. I swear I know. Still hurts when we can't save one. And he was just a desperate dad who couldn't go to jail." She sighs. "But enough of that. Forget the past, what about the present. What's the thoughts about Wyoming?"
JJ gives Emily a run down of what the team had decided that day and what they are going to the next two days. Emily frowns.
"What will I be doing?"
"Anything to help Pen mostly. And I guess helping us if we come up with more leads for you to investigate. Not to mention checking our desks for priority letters, handling any calls for the team, making the coffee, sweeping the floors, sharpening our pencils, typing up- -"
Emily laughs. "Watch it, lady. I think you are starting to push your luck."
JJ giggles. "Maybe. But seriously, I am sure you'll find plenty to do as we narrow in on some suspects."
"What's the team's thoughts on that happening tomorrow?"
"Less than 50% based on body language. One possible lead is the bank manager in Casper. The lead unsub seemed to know her. Hotch and Morgan are going to walk her through a cognitive interview. I'll do the same for the manager here in Cheyenne tomorrow. Maybe he'll know more than he realizes, too."
"He's coming into the station?"
"No, Martinez and I are going to see him," JJ explains.
There is a pronounced silence on the other end of the line. JJ bristles.
"Emily, don't," she warns.
Emily sighs. "I'm not. Not exactly. I mean, yes, I hate the thought of you in the field but then I reminded myself that I was in the police station in Denver when that bastard took me hostage and then my head went all fucking 'Dr. Reid' on me and calculated the distance between Cheyenne and Denver, which is an hour and half to two hours in case you're wondering and so then my mind- -"
By now JJ is laughing at the babbling brunette. "Okay, okay, I get it. You weren't about to be all uber-protective and order me out of the field. You were just proving to me once again that you are the sexiest fucking nerd I have ever known."
Emily chuckles. "Yeah, I guess I was. You're an FBI agent, Jen, and I respect what that means. But you're also my wife and pregnant with our twins so sometimes my mind is going to focus more on the latter than the former. I apologize now for when I piss you off."
"Apology accepted in advance as long as a massage comes with it in the future."
Emily grins. "Deal, Mrs. Prentiss."
"So, what did I miss at Chateau Prentiss today?"
Emily tells JJ about the kids and then about the visit from Kevin. JJ shakes her head.
"I feel sorry for him. Pen was his first long-term girlfriend."
"I know. But unless he dates someone with a lesser job than his he's going to always be pissy. He's a chauvinist and until he changes that he's going to be a lonely, lonely man," Emily concludes.
"Yeah. Unless he finds some woman that likes that kind of thing," JJ points out.
"Ugh. True. And that's a terrible thought. Personally, I hope he just grows up."
"I'll second that one, too."
Emily glances at the clock. "Well, I hate to do this but it's after 10 now and I ought to let Francesca help me get ready for bed so she can get to sleep, too."
"She's staying in the guest room?"
"Yep. Insists on taking the monitors, too," Emily says dejectedly. "I fucking hate being this damn helpless. Do you know how much I just want to hug the kids? To pick them up? To play with them?"
"Yes, sweetheart, I do. I promise you I do. I wish I could tell you how to make the next few weeks go faster."
"I know. Just having a brief pity party," Emily admits sadly.
"I'd say you've earned one. I love you, Emily."
"I love you, too, Jennifer. Guess I'll talk to you tomorrow."
"Count on it. How about I think of a reason to call as soon as we get back to the station?"
Emily smiles, touched by the offer. "I think that would be perfect. Thank you."
"No thanks needed. I understand your fear, baby. Sleep well."
"I'll try but it will be hard without you in my arms."
"Mmm, charmer."
"Always," Emily admits with a grin. "Goodnight, Jen."
"Night, Emily. Love you."
"Love you, too."
Emily reluctantly hangs up the phone. Plugging it in she goes to track down Francesca so the nanny can help her change into her pajamas. Emily rolls her eyes. Sure, Francesca had said more than once she'd be the nanny for the whole family but did she really, truly know what she was getting into?
By midnight, JJ has given up on watching TV and hoping it would help her sleep. She grabs a book out of her go bag and tries to read but it doesn't help, either. She gets out of bed and drops down to do 100 push ups and 100 sit ups. When she finishes she sits on the edge of the bed.
"Shit. Now I'm horny AND sweaty," she mutters.
She grabs a case file out of her briefcase but her mind won't focus on it. It can only focus on one thing: Sex.
She finally puts the case file away, turns out the desk lamp and goes back to bed. She turns off the bedside light and stares at the ceiling. As her left hand goes up under her shirt, her right hand steals down into her sleep pants. She closes her eyes but the images she sees are as real as her imagination can make them. Though the scene somewhat surprises her, JJ goes with it.
Emily is kneeling, naked in their bedroom. JJ is still in her suit and heels she wore to work that day. JJ caresses a hand down her wife's head. "You are so beautiful, Emily."
"Thank you, Jennifer. So are you."
JJ smiles and strokes Emily's cheek. "Strip me, Emily."
Emily stands and carefully removes JJ's jacket. She places it on the recliner. She starts to unbutton her wife's blouse. JJ stills her hands.
"Not like that, Emily. Use your mouth."
Emily shivers with excitement. "Yes, ma'am."
JJ moans at the obedience. Emily leans forward, using her tongues and lips to open the blouse. She then slips it off the blonde's shoulders and carefully lays it on the recliner. She turns her wife, wanting to touch her, caress her, free the gorgeous breasts hidden by a satin bra. JJ gets wetter, seeing the desire in her wife's eyes.
"My bra. Remove it."
Emily quickly removes the barrier, her mouth watering in anticipation. JJ grabs Emily's head and pulls her into a deep, passionate kiss. Emily's hands rub over her wife's back but do not stray forward, knowing that is not allowed. Yet. When the kiss ends, JJ lifts a breast up as she pulls Emily's head down to meet it. Both women moan at first contact. JJ directs Emily's mouth back and forth between both breasts. Finally JJ steps away. Emily nearly falls over at the loss of contact.
"Get the strap on, Emily. You're going to fuck me until I scream your name."
As Emily hurries to comply, JJ pulls off her skirt. As this is a fantasy, instead of pantyhose, she wears thigh highs, a garter belt and no underwear. She leaves her heels on. Emily turns and sees what her wife wears. She moans, her nipples getting impossibly harder. JJ walks over and grabs the appendage. She strokes it a few times, sending shockwaves through Emily's clit from the pleasure nub.
"On the bed. Now," JJ orders.
Emily lies down. JJ straddles her, sitting just above the toy. She leans down, her nipples rubbing Emily's as they kiss. She draws her tongue down Emily's chin, nibbles at a throbbing pulse point, and then eases down enough to capture a firm nipple in her mouth. Tongue and teeth tease the peak, making Emily writhe below her. She places her hands on the bed along Emily's ribs and eases her hips up.
"Guide it into me, Emily."
Emily groans and holds the penis steady as JJ slowly lowers herself onto it. Blue eyes roll back in her head as she groans. She starts to rock back and forth. Emily thrusts up.
"Yes! Oh, Em, right there! Keep pumping me, baby! Fuck me hard!"
Emily starts to thrust up faster. Her hands reach up to grab the jiggling breasts of her wife. JJ's hips match the rhythm Emily is setting. She leans forward, her hands and Emily's shoulders. Emily pinches and twists the hard nipples in her hands.
"Oh, fuck, Jen, so hot. You are so fucking beautiful like this."
JJ's eyes bore into Emily's. Both pairs are nearly black with desire. JJ rides a moment longer before her hands grip Emily's shoulders.
"Flip me and fuck me, Emily. Fuck me hard!"
Emily rolls and starts to thrust harder and harder into her wife. JJ wraps her legs around the tall woman's hips and drives up to meet every thrust. Emily's mouth latches onto a breast and sucks hard, in counterpoint to the downward thrust of her hips.
"OH! OH! YES! EM! JUST! LIKE! THAT!"
JJ's hips pound fast against her wife…
…as she comes hard all over her hand.
JJ lies in her hotel room bed in Wyoming, gasping for breath. Had she really yelled? She'll never hear the end of it if she did and Morgan heard her through their common wall. As her breathing calms, she gets up and cleans up a bit before pulling her sleep pants back on. She didn't even remember taking them off!
"Some fantasy, Jennifer," she says with a grin. "If you can't sleep now you must never, ever admit it to anyone that you tried this."
She crawls back into bed and cuddles up to one of the extra pillows. Maybe it wasn't sex with her wife but it was enough to still the fire in her gut and allow her to slip into a restful sleep.
