"What do I wear?" Garcia says as soon as JJ answers.
JJ chuckles as she pauses from folding laundry. "I'm good, thanks for asking. We had fun last night but Declan's team lost."
"Woman, I can get all that stuff later. Right now I have NO idea what to wear to a lesbian bar!"
JJ now just laughs. "Pen, wear whatever makes you comfortable. You want them to know you so just wear what you'd wear to a straight bar."
"But I want to make a good impression," she whines.
"You will, Pen, no matter what you wear. Trust me," she says sincerely.
Garcia blows out a breath. "I'm going crazy. No…No, I'm already there."
JJ hears the doubt in her best friends voice. "Penelope, if you don't want to go to a lesbian bar you don't have to. We can go anywhere."
"It's not that." She sighs. "Kevin called. I had him leave a voicemail and maybe that was worse. He sounded so…so sad and sorry and- -"
"Just like every other time, Pen. Until he changes what's wrong inside of him you two will just end up angry and stressed again. Emily was right when she told him to take some time to figure things out. He's got to fix himself to be worthy of my best friend, you hear me?"
Garcia smiles. "I hear you. I love you, Jayje."
"Love you, too. Look, if you're really confused about what to wear grab a bunch of choices and come down here. We'll help you put together an outfit."
"Coolness! What are you two wearing?"
"I'm wearing blue slacks, a lighter-blue scoop-neck blouse and a half-jacket with my brown ankle boots. Emily is wearing black leather pants, a red silk blouse and her black leather jacket with her biker boots."
There is silence as Garcia pictures that. "Oh, Jayje…I hope you're going armed because women will be all over your wife."
JJ laughs and sits down on the edge of the bed. "You say that like I'll look like crap. Thanks, Pen."
"You'll look good, too, but…damn, Jayje, even I'm getting turned on just thinking about tall, dark, and dangerous Emily."
JJ thinks about this a second. "Uh…you may be right. Hmm…better get her to lose the jacket."
Pen giggles. "Make her wear a frumpy housedress."
JJ laughs out loud. "Oh, right. I so see the Ambassador's daughter in that!"
"In what?" Emily asks as she walks into the room.
JJ looks at her, picturing Emily in a flowery calf-length, formless dress. She starts to laugh harder. "Oh, God, Pen…she'd…oh, she'd be…" she can't finish the sentence as her mind finishes off the image by adding red, fluffy slippers to the outfit.
Emily raises an eyebrow and takes the phone from her paralyzed with laughter wife. "Penelope, why is she laughing as she looks at me?"
"Ummm…gotta go. See you in a bit. Bye!" Garcia hangs up.
Emily turns off the phone and stares at he wife, who is finally getting control of her laughter. "Jennifer Prentiss, you have two seconds," she warns.
"Frumpy flowery housedress with…" she giggles again, "red, fluffy slippers." She giggles some more.
"And where would I be wearing that horrible outfit?"
"To the…bar…" JJ erupts again just picturing Emily dancing in the outfit.
Emily shakes her head. "Good thing it's your turn to be sober driver. I'm not sure I could handle you tipsy." JJ just laughs some more. "That's it…time to give you something better to laugh at."
Emily pounces.
"NO! NO TICKLING!"
Emily tickles her wife until JJ finally begs for mercy. Emily pulls her into an embrace.
"So, dare I ask what brought that on?"
JJ tells Emily about Garcia's nerves. Emily smiles. "She does know it's just like a straight bar, right?"
"She's just freaked because she's never gone to one before and because Kevin left a message all sorry and sappy."
"Geez. He just needs to grow up. So, what did you decide for her?"
"She's bringing a bunch of choices here and we're helping her."
"Ah, okay. So guess I don't have time to make you scream while the kids nap."
JJ rolls on top of her wife. "You're mighty talented. I bet you could make me scream two or three times before Garcia gets here."
Emily chuckles. "Oh, really?" She pulls JJ down into a kiss. When it ends she runs her hands up and down JJ's sides. "I'm looking forward to tonight. I can't wait to dance with you, hold you, kiss you, let the world know how lucky I am that you are my wife."
JJ's eyes are darkening. "And if some hot woman hits on me?"
"I'll give her my best 'eat your heart out' grin because I know you're mine as I'm yours."
JJ raises an eyebrow. "And if I flirt back?"
Emily growls and rolls, putting JJ below her. "You wouldn't dare," she says, her mouth latching onto JJ's neck.
JJ moans, rolling her hips up against her wife. "I…I might…I might…you might…have to…oh, Em…"
Emily uses her mouth to unbutton the shirt JJ is wearing.
"Oh that's fucking hot," JJ whispers.
Emily suddenly rolls off her wife. "Get up, Jennifer," she orders quietly.
JJ immediately complies.
"Strip for me. Give me a show, baby," Emily tells her.
JJ bites her lips and does as her wife commanded. Emily starts to run her hands up and down her chest, watching as JJ's eyes get even darker. She raises an eyebrow.
"Like what you're watching, Jennifer?" JJ just nods. Emily smiles. "Me, too."
As soon as JJ is naked, she starts towards the bed. Emily lifts up a hand. "Stop." JJ does, her breathing ragged.
Emily stands and starts to slowly undress. Once she is naked she starts to play with her own breasts, pulling and twisting at her nipples. She smiles as she sees JJ's legs start to shake. As she slides one hand down to her dark, wet curls her other hand reaches to the drawer behind her. JJ moans as Emily pulls out the strap on.
"Hands and knees, Jennifer."
"Oh, fuck yes," JJ groans as she climbs up on the bed.
Emily walks to their door and shuts it just in case Henry wakes from his nap and doesn't say anything to the baby monitor. JJ watches as Emily slowly dons the sex toy.
"Do you want this, Jennifer?" Emily asks, her hand toying over the attachment.
"Yes, Emily. Please, yes."
Emily's breathing is nearly as ragged as Jennifer's. She steps towards her wife, running her hand over muscular thighs and a firm ass. Her hand strays between the blonde's legs, feeling the wet heat.
"So ready for me."
"Yes…"
"Tonight women will want this," she says, two fingers starting to work her wife. "They will want what I own. This is mine, Jennifer."
"Yes. All yours. All yours and only yours," JJ agrees.
Emily slides her hand out, loving the moan of loss JJ emits. She grips her wife's hips and pulls her to the edge of the bed. She lets the head of the strap on glide over JJ's throbbing clit.
"There are women who will want me to do this to them; who will want me to fuck them the way I only fuck you. Why do I only fuck you, Jennifer?"
JJ tries to impale herself on the penis but Emily holds her steady.
"Why, Jennifer? Tell me."
"Be- -because…you're….you're mi- -oh, God…mine."
"Exactly," Emily agrees and thrusts hard and fast into her wife. "I. Am. Yours." She punctuates each word with a deep thrust.
"Yes! Mine! All for me! YES!"
JJ rocks herself back into her wife as Emily's hands reach around to grab the breasts dangling from JJ's chest.
"Oh, FUCK YES!" JJ grunts as Emily starts to twist and pull at the hardened peaks.
Emily's hips piston faster, matching the pace set by JJ. The pleasure nub of the strap on hits her perfectly. JJ comes first, collapsing down onto the bed. But Emily isn't done. She flips her wife over, lifting the blonde's legs to her shoulders as she pumps in again. JJ is nearly blind with the sensations sweeping over her. She reaches up and plays with her own breasts, knowing it will help send Emily over the edge.
"Oh, fuck yes, Jen. Play with those…oh…oh…play with those tits."
Emily's head rolls back and her eyes slam shut as her orgasm crashes over her. "YESSSSS! Oh, fuck YESSSSSS!"
She pulls out of her wife. Knowing JJ is again at the edge of heaven Emily drops to her knees and sucks JJ's clit into her mouth. A few sucks and one flick of the tongue and JJ flies back over the edge.
"YES! EMILY! THANK YOU, EMILY! YES!"
Emily carefully lowers JJ's legs to the bed. She rests her head on JJ's stomach. Both women are trying to catch their breath. Emily starts to giggle.
"Wh- -what?" JJ asks through pants.
Emily slowly raises her head. "You thanked me, Jen."
JJ thinks about it a minute then joins her wife in laughter. "Uh, yeah, I guess I did. I meant it. I really am thankful for what you just did to me."
Emily, still chuckling, climbs up on the bed and gives her wife a kiss. "Then let me say you are very, very welcome, Mrs. Prentiss." She strokes her hand through JJ's hair. "I love when we have these little…spontaneous role plays, for lack of a better phrase. I love that you know I respect you when I get all…toppy."
JJ smiles. She rolls to her side and cuddles into her wife. "We both have our toppy moments. That doesn't change the love or the respect we have for each other. And I hope you know, regardless of how sexy all the women may find you tonight, I know who you're coming home with."
Emily gives her a kiss. "Same here, Jennifer. I could never love anyone the way I love you. And no woman could ever compare to your beauty. Te amo, Jennifer."
JJ returns the kiss. "Now and always, Emily. Tu eres mi mundo," she says, stealing Emily's phrase.
Emily just grins. "Back atcha, beautiful."
JJ reluctantly stands and extends her hand to her wife. "Pen will be here soon. We better look at least halfway decent."
Emily looks down at the strap on she still wears. "You mean this isn't decent enough?" she asks innocently.
JJ laughs and drags her up. "Get up, woman. No one but me sees that very special appendage."
Emily kisses her. "Yes, ma'am."