Emily lifts her arm from JJ and checks her watch.

"Shit. It's 7:00 and the rain is showing no sign of easing up," she thinks to herself. "And now I have to go to the bathroom. Jen is going to flip if I get out of here in the dark in the woods in the rain. Okay, Emily, just don't think about it. Just ignore it. Ignore it. Ignore it. Fuck, the more you say ignore it the more you have to go. To quote the beautiful woman in my arms: Shit. Shit. Double Shit. Fuck."

She starts to carefully extract herself from JJ's arms. She says a quick thank you that JJ sleeps so deeply that she doesn't wake. Emily glances down at her new boots. Oh well, looks like JJ won't be the only one getting new shoes this trip. She grabs one of the FBI windbreakers and puts it over her head.

She eases out the passenger door and grimaces as her feet sink in to the ankles. She moves to the front of the SUV figuring if anyone was going to show up it would be her luck they did as she tries for a little relief.

In the SUV, JJ stretches and suddenly snaps awake.

"Emily?" she whispers nervously.

A quick check to the front seats confirms her wife isn't in the vehicle. Irrational panic sets in.

"Oh my God…what…where…EMILY!" She tries to look out the steamed up windows. "EMILY! EMILY! WHERE ARE YOU?"

She spins towards the door as it flies open. Emily raises her hands as she sees the gun pointed at her.

"JENNIFER! IT'S ME!"

JJ is shaking, her eyes wide with fright.

"Jennifer, put the gun down, honey," Emily says with a calm she doesn't feel at the moment.

JJ looks down at the gun, not even knowing she had pulled it. She quickly lowers it as Emily climbs back in. She kneels beside her wife, her muddy boots hanging out the door.

"Honey, I just had to pee. I didn't think you'd wake before I got back in." She carefully takes JJ's gun and places it in the front seat. "Let me pull off my boots, okay? No need to get us covered in mud."

JJ just nods. Emily turns and quickly pulls off her boots. Her pants are soaked but she doesn't worry about that. She sets her boots towards the very back of the cargo area with the wet windbreaker. She closes the door and pulls her wife into a hug.

"I am so, so sorry I scared you, Jen."

JJ just sighs in her wife's arms. "I…I didn't even know…I'd pulled my gun. I was so damn scared. You were just…gone, Em. Just gone."

Emily kisses her temple. "I'm sorry. I know how scared you are of this situation. I thought it would be better to let you sleep. I didn't count on you waking up. I am so, so sorry."

"Not…not your fault. Stupid childhood fears just overwhelmed me for a second." She gives a shuddering laugh. "I was convinced the man with the hook for a hand had caught you."

Emily laughs, knowing the old scary tale JJ is talking about. "Nope, he didn't get me. And I promise, there wasn't a hook on the door when I got out."

JJ chuckles. "I know. It was crazy and irrational. Some FBI agent I turned out to be."

"Jennifer, you are a hell of an FBI agent. Don't ever doubt that. Come on, lay back down. Let me sing you to sleep again."

They lay back down. Emily starts to sing but JJ raises a hand to her wife's lips.

"Singing won't make me stop shaking, Emily." She eases up and looks into her wife's eyes. "I need something more."

Before Emily can respond JJ gives her a deep passionate kiss. Emily just moans as JJ rolls completely on top of her wife. When the kiss ends, JJ stares into dark chocolate eyes.

"Make love to me, Emily. Help me forget where we are. Help me forget anything but your touch."

Emily brings her hands up and slowly unbuttons her wife's blouse. JJ's breathing rate increases.

"Jennifer…are you sure?"

"Yes, Emily. Please."

Emily works her hands around to the blonde's back and undoes the satin bra. Lifting the cups up, she allows her hands to play with nipples already standing at attention. JJ's eyes close as she starts to roll her hips.

"Oh, yes, Emily…make me forget everything but your touch. I don't even want to remember my name by the time you're done."

Emily grips the breasts and uses them to pull JJ down. Her mouth latches onto one as she continues to pinch, roll, squeeze the other. JJ reaches down and undoes her slacks. Emily's free hand accepts the invitation and slides inside them. She strokes softly across silk underwear.

"Oh, Em…in me…please…"

Emily breaks her attention from her wife's breast long enough to answer. "Let me take my time, Jennifer. Let me keep you mind on me as long as possible."

"Ohhh…yesss," JJ replies to the loving offer.

Emily spreads her legs, forcing JJ's wider. This gives her more room to move around in the loose slacks. She slides her hand around back, squeezing the firm, strong globes. This causes JJ to rock her hips even more. She finally brings her hand back to the front and up JJ's stomach to grip her breast.

"Kiss me, Jennifer."

JJ complies as Emily continues to massage her wife's supple breasts. For a good 15 minutes they make out like teenagers. Emily had expected first base before the end of the storm. She had hoped for second base. And she had dreamed of third. But as JJ's need grows, Emily knows she is about to exceed her dreams and actually get a home run.

Emily rolls, putting JJ below her. She pushes down the loose slacks as she starts to kiss her way down JJ's body. JJ's fingers tangle in dark locks as Emily's tongue dances around firm abs. JJ hasn't even realized her panties have been pushed down until she feels Emily's mouth kissing golden curls.

"Oh, Em, yessss."

Emily drags her tongue along the crease where leg meets torso. JJ groans, her throbbing center thrusting of its own accord towards her wife's questing mouth. Finally Emily makes them both ecstatic as her mouth closes over the wonderful gem.

"YES! Oh, EMILY!"

She uses her tongue and teeth to manipulate the sensitive bundle of nerves. One hand continues to torture JJ's breasts, alternating between the two of them. Her other hand joins her mouth at the center of her greatest gift.

"In me…hard and fast in me," JJ begs.

As always, JJ's wish is Emily's command. She thrusts two fingers in hard and deep. JJ arches below her.

"YES! Oh, God, YES!"

Emily alternates sucking and thrusting, driving her wife into a frenzy. She adds a third and then a fourth finger. JJ is now reduced to guttural noises instead of words. Her head thrashes from side to side as her body is taken to the farthest reaches of desire. Emily twirls her fingers one last time and JJ erupts.

"YES! YES! YES! YESSSSSSSSSS! OH FUCK YES!"

Emily's tongue laps up every bit of essence JJ offers her. When JJ's body finally stills, Emily crawls back up her body.

"I love you, Jennifer Prentiss."

JJ gives her a lazy smile. "So…that's my name?"

Emily smiles. "Yes, it is. You are Jennifer Andrea Jareau Prentiss. You are my wife, my best friend, the mother of my children. Tu eres mi mundo, Jennifer."

JJ strokes a hand down her wife's face. "And you're my world, too, baby. Now and always."

"Te amo."

Emily lies back down and JJ curls into her. The brunette pulls the blanket back over them. After a second she chuckles.

"Thought you said this fantasy would never come true."

JJ grins. "That's when I thought we'd just be stuck in hell for an hour or so."

"Ah, I see." She gives JJ a chaste kiss. "Try to sleep, baby. By now Hotch has called the state police. Rescue will be here soon. I'm sure of it."

At those words, JJ sits up suddenly. "Fuck! Help me get situated. No way I'm giving some cop fantasies about two gorgeous women fucking in an FBI SUV."

Emily laughs but has to admit JJ is right. Once JJ is decent again, they lie back down. Cuddling for comfort can be explained away. But if anyone figures out they had sex they would never hear the end of it. No way were they going to become some story told in locker rooms in the Oregon State Police barracks. As JJ settles down once more Emily smiles. She knew (though she'd never admit it to her wife) that the minute Morgan looks at them he will know.

Eh…he can eat his heart out.