JJ freezes. Before she can say a word Emily is out the door and stomping down the hallway. JJ grabs her sleep shirt and shorts, pulling them on haphazardly as she races out the door.
"EMILY! WAIT! EMILY!"
She gets down to the elevators in time to see one descending already.
"SHIT!"
The other elevator is on 10. Since she is on 5 she knows she can't wait. She runs to the stairwell and takes them two at a time. She gets to the lobby in time to see Emily climbing into the waiting SUV. Before she gets to the door Reid has pulled away.
"SHIT! SHIT! DOUBLE SHIT! FUCK!"
"Um, Agent Jareau?"
JJ turns to see the hotel manager staring at her disapprovingly. At first she thinks it is just her rather loud cussing. She then notices her shirt is on backwards and her shorts are inside out plus she is barefoot. She sighs.
"Sorry, sir. Long story."
"I'm sure. But please keep in mind this is a family establishment."
She nods. "Yes, sir. Uh, think you could let your desk clerk know who I am. I sort of locked myself out of my room."
He nods. "If that gets you dressed more appropriately faster, then yes, I definitely can do that."
She sighs. "Thank you."
When she gets back up to her floor she runs into Morgan, who is heading down for a work out. He looks her over.
"Dare I ask?"
"No," she sulks. "I just fucked up. I thought I was doing the right thing and I wasn't."
"What happened at the station, Jayje?"
She crosses her arms across her chest. "I…I just…look, can we take this to my room so I can get my clothes on straight?"
Morgan nods and follows her down the hall. As they walk in she grabs her blouse off the bed and sees the red lipstick smeared on the collar. She hadn't even looked in the mirror after the incident with Mack. She throws the shirt on the ground in disgust.
"Fuck me," she mutters.
She heads into the bathroom to get changed as Morgan lifts up the shirt. Even he recognizes the smear is Mack's, not Emily's. When JJ comes out she sees him set the blouse on the chair. She drops onto the end of the bed.
"I swear to God, Morgan, I did not cheat on Emily."
"I know that, Jayje. What the hell happened?"
JJ runs a hand through her hair and tells him about the incident in the bathroom. His anger is palpable when she is done.
"I could so easily tear her head off!"
JJ nods. "I know. And you can imagine Emily would be even worse. Morgan, I just didn't want to give her more stress than she's already got. But I made a mistake. A huge mistake. What do I do?"
He squats down in front of her and takes her hands. "Tell her the truth, JJ. She's going to be pissed but she may understand it a little better if you are honest with her and tell why you handled it the way you did. And if you need me to, I'll talk to her, too."
JJ nods. "Thanks, Morgan."
Two hours later Emily enters the hotel room. JJ stands and stares at her wife.
"I am so sorry, Emily. Please…please let me explain."
Emily stares at her. She tosses her bags on the dresser. She had managed to hide her anger…and disappointment from Reid. "You can try, JJ. But right now I am…I am…" she can't even describe how betrayed she feels. Never had she thought JJ could make her feel this way.
JJ winces when in the privacy of their room Emily still says "JJ" instead of Jennifer. The brunette was starting to compartmentalize their relationship and JJ's heart nearly breaks. The blonde takes a deep breath. There was no need to use the bitch's name. Emily would know who it was.
"I was in the bathroom washing my face. I was leaning over the sink and…and she came up behind me. She grabbed me around the waist. I stood up in shock and she kissed my neck before I pulled away from her. I swear, Em, I didn't know she got lipstick on my shirt."
Emily stares into blue eyes filled with fear and shame. "Were you going to tell me?"
"Eventually. I knew you had to concentrate on your performance and the stress of having to do anything even this minor undercover was already a lot for you and Rocky. As long as she didn't do anything else, I wasn't going to say anything until after the case ended." She steps closer to Emily, reaching for her hesitantly. "But I swear I was going to tell you."
Emily brings a hand up to her wife's cheek. "If she touches you again, if she even looks at you again, I want to know immediately. This shit has to end, Jen. And I won't let her hurt you or us with her fucking games. Don't you ever keep something like this from me again. I just spent two hours wondering what the hell she did to you." She squeezes her eyes shut. "The lipstick, the fact that you wouldn't look at me…fuck, Jen…"
JJ inhales sharply. "Oh, God…Emily…I should have realized. For all you knew she had…had done more than kiss my neck."
Emily slowly nods. "Yes." She opens her eyes. "The girlfriend she stole from me? She hurt her, Jen. Badly. Mack is a sadist. She's not into honorable BDSM relationships. She never was. That girl left Yale it was so bad. And the next year one girl started to press charges but stopped when it became clear that she would be dragged through the dirt if she kept at it. If Mack hadn't slapped the officer that showed up for the call her record might have disappeared. But that misdemeanor stuck."
"God, Emily…I didn't know. I should have told you. Please tell me you forgive me? Please."
Emily pulls JJ into a deep, passionate kiss. "I forgive you, Jen. You're my wife." She kisses her again. "And I plan to make sure you remember that."
She jerks JJ's sleep shorts down. JJ gasps in shock. As Emily stands she lifts JJ's shirt up and off, quickly filling her hands with supple breasts.
"I love you, Mrs. Prentiss," she says before capturing JJ's mouth once more.
JJ moans her hips thrusting towards Emily. Emily's hands stroke down JJ's sides, over her hips and then to her ass, squeezing the perfect orbs and pulling JJ closer. JJ's hands start to work the buttons on Emily's blouse, but the brunette is running this show. She turns them and pushes JJ back towards the bed. As JJ sits down, Emily steps just out of her reach and starts to undo her blouse.
"Please, Em, let me help. Please," JJ whispers.
Emily steps back to her. As the brunette works on her blouse and bra, JJ unbuckles Emily's belt and pants. Emily toes off her boots and steps out of her pants. JJ lies back on the bed, extending her hand to her wife. Emily takes it and allows JJ to pull her onto her. Their mouths lock together once more as their breasts rub into each other. Emily works one leg between JJ's. They both moan as they feel how wet their wife is. When the kiss ends, Emily stares into JJ's eyes.
"I love you. You are my equal, my partner, my wife. And I will always trust you with my heart and body. Always, Jennifer."
JJ threads her hands into Emily's hair and pulls her back down into another kiss. She rolls and ends up on top of Emily. She kisses her way down Emily's jaw to her ear.
"I will never, ever betray your love and trust, Emily. I love you. I love you more than I thought I could ever love anyone."
As JJ had talked, Emily had started to rub and squeeze the blonde's breasts. This makes JJ start to rock her hips. Emily shifts her wife so she is straddling her hips.
"Oh, Emily," JJ moans as she grinds her wet center down against Emily's pelvic bone.
Emily's hands move down to control JJ's hips, thrusting up hard and faster against the hard clit she can feel with every push. Her mouth latches onto one of the breasts teasing her from above.
"OH! Em, oh, yes!" JJ groans, as she starts to thrust faster.
When Emily can feel JJ is ready to explode, she slides her hand between them and thrusts two fingers up and into the searing heat. JJ sits up, stealing her breast back from Emily's mouth as she rides her wife's fingers. Emily uses her thumb to massage the swollen clit. JJ's hands rest on Emily's breasts as she rides her wife's body to a mind blowing orgasm.
"YES! Oh, YES! YES! YESSSSS!"
Emily is rewarding by a waterfall from JJ. As JJ slumps back down, Emily flips her so she is on her back. Without a word, Emily kisses her way down JJ's body and runs her tongue back up JJ's still quaking center.
"Oh, Em! I…I…"
Emily thrusts her tongue deep into JJ, choking off whatever the blonde was going to say. Hands tangle into dark hair as JJ rolls her hips against her wife's face. Emily feels the bud between JJ's legs start to harden once more. She wraps her lips around it, sucking it hard into her mouth. As JJ thrusts with the move, Emily thrusts three fingers deep into her wife.
"OH! EM! YES! THERE! PLEASE!"
It only takes a few thrusts and sucks before JJ explodes once more. Emily continues to thrust and suck, taking JJ through yet a third orgasm. Finally JJ grabs Emily's hair.
"Please…stop…oh, Em…"
A satisfied Emily crawls up her wife, kissing heated, sensitive skin all the way up to her wife's mouth. JJ moans as she tastes herself on Emily's lips. Emily runs a hand lightly from JJ's shoulder down to her fingers. She interlocks their hands and slowly pulls JJ's hand to her own aching center. JJ gasps as Emily starts to manipulate JJ's hand over the clit and full folds buried in brunette curls.
"You feel so good, Jen," Emily whispers.
JJ rolls to her side and forces Emily to her back. She takes control of her own hand, her mouth questing over Emily's chest and neck. She draws a tongue over the sensitive tip of Emily's breast. And as she sucks in that perfect nipple, she thrust her fingers into Emily's center.
"Oh, yes, Jen! Yes! More, please!"
JJ rolls so she can straddle one of Emily's legs. She uses her thigh to help her thrust harder and deeper, sucking harder, nipping at the breast her mouth worships. Emily starts to meet every pump of JJ's leg.
"Yes. Yes. Yes. YES! Oh, JEN!"
As JJ feels Emily ready to burst, she leans up and captures her mouth in a deep kiss, their height difference giving her last few thrusts even more power. She swallows the scream that rips from Emily's throat as she is wrapped in ecstasy.
When she is finally able to open her eyes again, Emily stares into the blue eyes staring down at her. She brings a hand to JJ's face.
"I love you, Jennifer Prentiss."
"I love you, too, Emily Prentiss. I swear…no more secrets."
Emily nods. "I know, baby. I know."
They share another, more tender kiss. They both know they should think about ordering dinner. But the tender kisses continue…accompanied by tender caresses…and finally more love making that continues most of the night.
Who needs dinner when you have love?