When they get to the hotel the women collapse down on the bed. It had been a wonderful but exhausting day. Emily slowly rolls to her side, her hand playing across JJ's stomach.

"I'm so scared I'm going to wake up to find out this is all a dream," Emily admits.

JJ takes the hand on her stomach and kisses it, her thumb caressing the wedding band upon it. "It's no dream, Em. You're officially stuck with me forever."

Emily smiles. "Forever, eh? I think I can handle that."

Emily leans down and kisses JJ deeply. As they finally come up for air, Emily lies down, her head on JJ's shoulder. "Do you know how badly I want to just make love to you with abandon? I just want to rip your clothes off and not stop until you're screaming my name. I want you to make me come with your hands and your mouth." JJ's breathing had become shallow, picturing this in her mind. "But all our damn injuries are preventing that," Emily laments.

JJ brings her hand up under Emily's shirt. "They aren't preventing everything." Her hand cups Emily's breast through her bra. Emily groans and arches into the touch. JJ caresses the breast for several minutes, loving it as Emily's hips start to thrust of their own will. JJ rolls, forcing Emily onto her back. She leans down and kisses her wife, dragging her tongue along Emily's chin to her ear. She pulls the earlobe into her mouth, nipping lightly.

"I'm sure there is plenty we can do," she breathes into Emily's ear. "After all, we managed a bath just fine, didn't we?"

As often happens, JJ has stolen Emily's ability to speak. The petite blonde loves the power she has over Emily. She undoes Emily's blouse, her eyes noticing the front clasp on the bra.

"Smart planning, Agent Prentiss," she says as she releases Emily's breasts. As her hand teases the hard nipple of one, her mouth feasts on the other.

"Oh, God, Jennifer!" Emily tangles her fingers in JJ's hair, making sure the glorious mouth does not stop.

JJ finally moves her hand from Emily's breast, tracing a feather-light trail down Emily's torso. Her hand undoes the slacks blocking her from her desired destination. Her hand slips in, finding her wife already wet and ready for her. She looks up from Emily's breast, making eye contact. Emily's eyes are nearly black with passion.

"I'm about to make love to my wife."

Emily moans at the statement. She thrusts up as JJ's fingers plunge into her. Their eyes remain locked as JJ thrusts deeper and deeper. As she feels Emily nearing release, she brings her mouth back down and again sucks the dark-haired woman's breast into her mouth.

"God YES!" Emily screams as she comes. "I love you, Jennifer. So fucking much."

JJ lifts her head and again makes eye contact with Emily. Without saying a word, JJ slowly brings her hand licks off the essence that coats her fingers. Emily's hips thrust again at the sight.

"Jen, the things you make me feel…"she murmurs. She pulls JJ down into a kiss. She has enough control to allow JJ to lead the kiss…just barely.

JJ finally sits back up. "I love you, Emily Prentiss."

"I love you, too, Jennifer Prentiss. But you're wearing way too many clothes."

JJ grins wolfishly. "Well, I think you're smart enough to figure out how to fix that problem."

With a growl Emily rolls JJ over and proves that she is, indeed, smart enough to know how to fix that problem.

The next morning JJ comes out of the bathroom and stops short as she sees what Emily is wearing. Emily finishes strapping on her sandal and stands. Seeing JJ's stunned look, Emily looks back down at herself to figure out what is wrong. Finding nothing, she looks back up.

"What?"

"You're…you're in a dress. A sexy sundress I might add," JJ chuckles.

"So?"

"Emily Prentiss, I can count on 1 hand the number of times I've seen you in a skirt and on no hands how many times I've seen you in a dress," JJ states.

Emily smiles. "You want me to change?"

"Hell no! You look sexy as hell! But…why?"

"Jen, our job isn't exactly conducive to wearing a skirt or dress. Unless we're in budget meetings or court all day. It's just a pain to have to change back into pants so I just stopped wearing skirts. As to the dress, I wore one last year to the New Year's Ball I had to attend with my mother."

"And I was in Pennsylvania so I stilldidn't see it," JJ points out.

"Oh. Right. Well, I did," Emily states with humor. "Not my fault you got to have more fun than me."

"Hm. True. I did have a much better time than you. But aren't you going to be a little cold in that outfit?"

"I'll wear my coat over it. But we'll be on a private jet heading to a private island and I plan to kick off these sandals as soon as we land and bury my toes in the sand. Before we land I may even put my swimsuit on."

JJ just shakes her head. "I don't think I've ever seen you so…at peace before."

Emily walks over and takes JJ's hands. "Before you became my wife, I never felt so at peace before. You are the best thing that ever happened to me, Jen. And I plan to spend the rest of my life proving that to you."

The two share a deep, passionate kiss. As it ends, JJ looks into Emily's eyes.

"You've already proven it."

A few hours later they are lying together on a rather comfy queen size bed. The TV built into the wall plays an old John Wayne movie, one of the many DVD's in the cabinet below the screen. JJ stretches and then cuddles back into Emily's side.

"What are the chances we could get the BAU jet upgraded to one like this?"

Emily chortles. "About the same as Straus giving up her badge to be a stripper."

JJ flinches at that image. "Thanks, Em, that's a visual I will never get out of my head now."

Emily laughs at her. "We've seen worse on the job."

"Worse than Straus in nothing but red pasties and crotch-less undies?"

"Oh, crap, Jen! You didn't have to share that one," Emily scolds, trying to wipe the picture from her min.

"We're married now, baby," JJ teases. "Share and share alike."

Emily groans. "You're lucky I love you."

JJ kisses her cheek. "Damn right I am."