Disclaimer: You know the deal. Criminal Minds doesn't belong to me. If it did, you'd all lead a slightly happier day-to-day life.
A/N 1: The story is now rated M, so if you're a new reader, then I'm sure you got that already. If you've been following the story and don't read author's notes, well then you still won't know until it slaps you in the face. However, you have been warned.
A/N 2: I'm not sure how I feel about this story. It doesn't do anything for me, but that may be because I wrote it. Hopefully a few of you enjoy it more than I did/do.
"Are you sure that you don't want one of these tuna masago rolls? There's only 1 left." JJ offered for the fourth time attempting to get a rise out of her.
"Yeah, I'm sure. Trust me; I'm doing you a favor by not eating them. After all, you don't want to be cleaning up vomit, do you?" Emily challenged.
"Wow, I mean, that was so sexy I almost want to take you right here." JJ replied, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
"That's too bad. I'm still eating," Emily dared, stabbing another piece of chicken before raising it to her mouth even though she wasn't hungry anymore. "See?"
"Yeah, I see. When you're done, would you mind bringing those containers and your dishes to the kitchen?" JJ asked rather domestically.
"I'm done now actually." Emily stated, mouth still half-full of food.
Emily walked to the kitchen and threw her take-out containers into the trash. 'I always put them in the fridge at home with the intention of eating it later, but I never do. What a disgusting mess after a few weeks away on cases. There's no sense in making her do later what I can do now.'
JJ stood over her sink beginning to wash the few dishes they used over dinner.
"Did you want me to rinse and dry these as you wash them?" Emily asked, not really sure what to do.
"No that's Ok, I'll get it, just make yourself comfortable."
With the invitation to make herself comfortable, Emily swept the blonde hair falling down JJ's back over her left shoulder before pressing her lips to the nape of her neck.
"Mmm, and what exactly do you think you are doing? I need to get these dishes washed." JJ asked and stated amorously.
"No you don't. I think you're just a little nervous and trying to keep yourself occupied." Emily moved her head to JJ's shoulder, placing her arms around the blonde from behind; grasping her firm breasts, massaging them gently, teasingly. "Am I right?"
'I don't think she has any idea how much I love what she's doing. Hell, who am I kidding, of course she knows. God I hope no one interrupts this. MMM, after a few interruptions the past few days, all I want are those fingers so far inside of me that I memorize everything they touch.' JJ set the dish that she was currently washing back down into the water, resting her wet hands on the lip of the counter top, unable to locate a dry towel nearby.
"God baby, that feels so good."
"You do know that you are allowed to touch me too, right?"
"I know, but my hands are wet. And I don't have a towel. And I don't want to move to find one. Not with the way your body is pressed against my back, my ass, your hands clutching my boobs. It's all so…" JJ took an unsteady breath, "It's all so fucking hot."
Emily moved her lips to JJ's ears, whispering seductively "Yeah, it is kind of hot, isn't it? In case you were wondering, I'm wet too. Maybe not my hands, but just put yours wherever you want them. They'll dry."
The older agent snaked a hand down JJ's midsection to the juncture of her thighs, cupping it for several moments, catching her zipper along the way, grinding against her from behind. "How wet are you right now?" Tantalizingly slow, she dragged her hand back up over JJ's tummy, leaving her dress slacks unclasped and shirt fully unbuttoned. "Because it felt to me like you might be enjoying this."
"You're right, I might be. You're welcome to see for yourself just how wet you make me." JJ strained, wanting to take matters into her own hands and give herself a release quickly.
Sucking on JJ's earlobe, she continued, "no, not yet. I just might come if I feel how wet you are; and tonight is about me making love to you. After we're through tonight, I want you to see my hands and my fingers when we're at work, while you're in a room full of people, detectives, the media, whomever and think about what they feel like when inside you."
"Ahh Christ, I can't fucking wait." JJ wrapped her arms around the brunette's back, fumbling with the fabric of her shirt trying to grasp her ass to pull it into her, increasing their contact.
Not satisfied with the level of contact being received, JJ turned herself around in Emily's arms discarding her haphazardly strewn shirt. Emily wrapped a skillful arm around her lovers' back and unclasped her bra; ridding her of it with a tug of the silky fabric.
"Wow, you are so beautiful." Emily stated affectionately before tangling her fingers in blonde hair, pulling slightly to raise her face up. Her kiss was hot, wet, and demanding; intimate in a way that left no doubt in either of their minds how badly she wanted JJ.
JJ feverishly unbuttoned Emily's shirt longing for additional contact. Pushing the shirt down Emily's shoulders, she whispered "I need you to take it off," causing a brief loss of contact to allow her arms out. "That too," she instructed before reaching around and unclasping the bra herself. She ran her hands over Emily's bare breasts, "much better."
Emily returned her hands to their previous position, stroking the swell of JJ's breasts; rocking their pelvises together, causing JJ to shove her breasts forward, nearly out of her mind with desire. Emily moved her hands slightly lower until her fingers grazed hardened nipples, leaving a trail of heat wherever she touched.
JJ's eyes fluttered closed after meeting the intense, hungry expression that she knew mirrored her own.
"Kiss me. I need to feel some part of you inside of me." JJ rasped. Her nipples were aching to be tugged, pinched; but Emily was refusing to give her the satisfaction she was coveting. JJ moaned longingly, as her barely controlled arousal flared and her pulse raced.
Emily smiled then kissed JJ again and again, always deeply but alternating between rough and soft, her tongue shoving its way down her throat, as though searching for something or lightly prodding the roof of her mouth and the backs of her teeth. The pain disappeared as Emily pressed herself against the blonde, hips craving each other, JJ's body trying to find as much contact as it could. She started to wish that Emily would just rip her pants off and fuck her senseless right now.
"As hot as this is," JJ started, inhaling short breaths, undoing Emily's pants in the process, "we need a bed so I can touch you more." She paused again, "I don't trust my legs to keep me standing with what you're doing to me."
"Ok," Emily responded before pushing JJ's pants down to the floor, as well as kicking hers off. "Wrap your legs around me."
JJ did as instructed and leaned herself more onto the counter to throw her arms and legs around Emily.
Emily locked her hands underneath JJ's ass ensuring she was secure before taking short strides to the bedroom. Once through the bedroom door and on one side of the bed, she raised a knee to rest on the bed before leaning against a bedpost to raise her other knee to the bed. She gave herself a little push off of the post to steady herself before lowering herself and JJ down.
Emily propped herself up to gaze down at her slightly flushed lover. She planned on taking her time, realizing this moment seeming too good to be true. It was like that moment when Christmas Day finally arrives, and all your gifts are in front of you, waiting to be ravaged. And then when you've looked and savored for long enough, absolutely not able to stand it anymore, you dig right in.
That's how this moment was: the bliss, the ecstasy. Emily looked down into JJ's eyes, hints of grins tugging at both of their lips. Emily spoke before diving in. "I love you Jennifer Jareau. I am so in-love with you."
"I love you too baby." JJ admitted.
Both sets of eyes searching each other for silent confirmation. In that moment, JJ wrapped her arms Emily's neck, pulling her down, pushing her tongue into the brunette's mouth. Emily pressed herself against JJ until there wasn't an inch to spare, pelvis to pelvis, stomach to stomach, chest to chest. Their hips melding into a perfect complementary shape, fused by sweat and desire.
She was starting to pant and didn't utter a word as Emily started to kiss her all over. Her tongue and lips and teeth, dragging and scraping across JJ's soft skin. The gesture, while wet and rough, caused JJ to moaned loudly, her body stretching itself out
underneath Emily.
"I need to feel you inside of me."
"I thought you'd never ask," Emily breathed hotly, before lifting herself off of her lover long enough to grasp the top of her panties, "up" she instructed, indicating for JJ to raise her hips then proceeded to pull them down over her feet, dropping them somewhere nearby.
With her left hand, she first took JJ's right arm, then the left lifting them over head, placing them down on the pillow atop the bed. Holding them in place with her right hand, she leaned down and kissed JJ whispering, "sorry baby, but you don't get to touch this time." She took her left hand and ran her index finger from JJ's forehead, lingering slightly on her lips, dipping momentarily into her mouth before continuing slowly down her neck, between her breasts, resting endlessly on her stomach before making her way between the blonde's legs and to the deep wetness of her pussy.
"Mmm, you're so wet."
"Oh god, I know. Make love to me baby. Make me come. I need you." JJ implored spreading her legs a little wider.
Teasing, tormenting, she ran her fingers along the outside of JJ's pussy and around her clit. Just enough to send blood rushing to the surface, but not enough to bring any kind of release. JJ moaned, pleading for Emily to press harder.
Emily smiled and continued her cavort, right hand still pressing her wrists into the pillow. Her left index finger flitting about, barely dipping inside before skirting the edges of everything.
JJ's hips were twisting every which way in an attempt to somehow force Emily's finger, preferably more than one, inside. Emily complied, sending several fingers inward. JJ lay back, legs spread wide, wrists inactive, allowing her lover to do her work.
Fingers worked in, deep, curling up just enough to send shivers to her g-spot and blood to JJ's clit. Eyes closed, JJ let the sensations from that one small part of her body consume the rest of her. Harder, faster, Emily pressed in and out; then just when JJ felt she couldn't get any wetter, she shoved her fingers inside, leaving them there.
Emily moved her thumb in small perfect circles along JJ's throbbing clit. That was all it took for JJ to feel her orgasm building, but still unable to move. She lay there feeling each pore of her body filling with sensation; the tingling was all-consuming.
Just at the edge of coming, when every cell had grown tight with tension and desire, when her hips were thrust against Emily fingers, when her clit almost pained as it ached for each glancing touch of her circling thumb; Emily stopped, reading the imminent orgasm signals for what they were and withdrew her hand.
"Oh god, don't fucking stop. Give it to me," JJ appealed.
Not complying, Emily instead ran her wet fingers back up her lover's body, forming rings of wetness around her nipples and chest before slipping them into JJ's mouth. She licked them, tasting herself, knowing the gentle pressure of her tongue was sending similar jolts of electricity through Emily's body.
Emily leaned down to run her tongue along the lower lip of her lover, skirting her fingers back down to JJ's waiting pussy. The moment Emily's finger came into contact with the wet heat, she let out a slow breath. JJ, taking this as encouragement shoved her hips at the fingers inside her, and Emily responded by shoving her fingers in and out, again and again, deeper and harder with each ensuing thrust.
"Come on baby," Emily coaxed. "Let yourself go. Come for me."
She had been so needy, so ready; all it took were her few words of encouragement and she felt everything inside of her burn with liquid heat. She bit down on Emily's neck to keep from crying out as she came; her body rigid. Emily continued to thrust against her, pushing her higher. They rode out her orgasm together until the sensations subsided and Emily cradled her lover to her chest.