As they walk into their hotel room, Emily stretches her neck. "I had almost forgotten what it was like to start in one time zone and end in- -"

Any further thoughts are erased as JJ pins her wife to the wall, giving her a deep, probing kiss as her hands roam the toned body of the brunette. When the kiss finally ends, Emily can barely stand.

"I…I…what's my name?"

JJ grins and kisses Emily's neck. "You are Emily Elizabeth Prentiss: agent, mother, sexiest fucking wife in the world."

Each word had been punctuated by another kiss closer and closer to Emily's ear. Finally she sucks the lobe into her mouth. Emily moans again, her legs starting to shake. JJ nuzzles into her wife's hair, loving the effect she has on the older woman.

"Three cases…I went away on three cases without you, Emily." She sucks in the lobe again, giving it a gentle nip. "I felt so alone without you."

"Two were…technically…just…oh, God…extended consults," Emily mutters.

"Three. Cases. Without. You." JJ insists, planning on making up for lost time.

Emily lifts her arms as JJ works the woman's red shell up and off. Her mouth immediately goes to the pert globes hidden by red satin.

"Oh, Jen…please…no teasing…need you…now…"

With a flick of the wrist, Emily's bra is undone. JJ lets the bra fall to the ground. "And you shall have me, Emily."

She sucks one breast as a hand plays with the other. Emily moans, her hips thrusting towards her wife. JJ's free hand has undone her wife's slacks. As they slip to the ground, JJ pushes her hand into red silk underwear. Emily thrusts hard against the invasion, wordlessly begging for more. She steps out of her pants and spreads her legs.

"So ready for me, Emily."

"Yes…ready…yes…"

JJ starts to kiss her way down toned abs. She twirls her tongue around Emily's navel, loving the desperate mew it draws from the tall, quivering woman. She uses both hands to slowly draw the panties down her wife's muscular legs. Emily steps out of them. JJ sits back on her heels a moment, staring at the beauty in front of her clad only in ankle boots and socks.

"So fucking beautiful," JJ says lustfully.

Emily tangles her fingers into JJ's hair. "Jen…suck me…please suck me," she begs.

JJ leans forward, her nose nuzzling into dark, neatly trimmed curls. She slowly draws her fingers up the insides of Emily's thighs. Her left hand trails around the outside the leg, gripping the hip and pulling Emily out at an angle to open her up more. Emily leans against the wall giving her wife any access she wishes. JJ slowly brings out her tongue and lightly draws it over Emily's clit. Emily inhales sharply.

"Oh! Yes, Jen! Please…just take me! Please! Make me yours!"

JJ smiles. "Mine," she says as she sucks in the clit and thrusts two fingers up into her wife.

"YES! YOURS! ALWAYS YOURS!"

With just a few thrusts and sucks, Emily is rocked by a powerful orgasm. JJ catches her wife and guides her to the ground. She then lifts Emily's legs up over her shoulders. Emily can only moan as JJ's mouth moves to the wet mound between those powerful legs.

"Mine. And I'm not done yet."

Her tongue dives in deep as Emily's hips thrust. After a few seconds, JJ pulls her mouth away.

"Play with those tits, Emily. Help me make you come."

Emily can only moan…and obey. JJ slides a hand into her own pants as she watches Emily pull and tug her hard nipples.

"So fucking hot, Emily."

Emily just locks eyes with her wife as the blonde's mouth descends once more to the epicenter of her wife's desire. She tongues, nips, sucks and then adds her fingers into the mix as she works Emily up into an even more explosive orgasm than the last one.

"FUCK! YES! YES! YES!" Emily screams as she comes again and again.

Finally the last of the aftershocks subside. JJ carefully lowers Emily's legs and moves to straddle her waist. She leans down and stares into brown eyes that are half-closed.

"I love you, Emily Prentiss."

"Yeah…you…love…too…" Emily pants.

JJ chuckles proudly. "God, I love when I leave you speechless." She leans over and gives Emily a deep kiss, loving the moan she gets when Emily tastes herself. She leans up. "Shower with me?"

Emily just nods. JJ slowly stands. She teasingly removes her clothes, watching Emily's breathing start to catch once more. Finally she is naked. She lifts each of Emily's legs and removes the boots and socks. She extends her hand to her wife.

"Come with me, baby."

Emily takes the hand. "To the ends of the Earth, Jennifer. To the ends of the Earth."

JJ smiles and pulls her wife up, leading her to the shower where Emily proceeds to rock her wife's world the ways hers had been rocked earlier.


When her phone rings in the middle of the night, Emily tries to grab it from the nightstand. It takes her a second to remember her head is at the foot of the bed. She grins as she thinks about why while resituating herself so she can grab the phone.

"Prentiss," she answers, as she trails her fingers through JJ's blonde locks.

"We've got more hands," Morgan tells her.

Emily glances at the clock. "Now? It's 2:47 in the morning. Who's delivering packages now?"

"Box was left on the hood of a police car. Bomb squad x-rayed it and saw the hands. They called the lead detective who called Hotch. He wants you and I to go take a look at everything before they move it."

Emily sighs. "Right. Meet you downstairs in 10."

"Gotcha…porn star," he adds with a chuckle.

Emily grins. "You're just jealous. See you in the lobby." She hangs up and leans over to kiss her wife' neck. JJ just grunts. Emily smiles. "Kind of proud I've knocked you out this hard. Damn, I'm good."

She gets up and quickly rinses off in the shower. She leaves a note for JJ (who still hasn't woken up) and goes downstairs to meet Morgan so they can figure out who their unsub has killed this time.