A/N: Be gentle this is my first bit of (published) smut. I'll get better. Hopefully. Anyway, Happy winter.
After dinner Emily used snow to wash out the little pan. When she was finished she picked up the flashlight and both women went to find wood to last them through the night. Soon, they are back at the camp, snuggled up next to their fire.
"Hey Em?" JJ asks, quietly, looking out at the night sky.
"Yeah?"
"Thank you."
"For what?"
JJ shrugs against Emily, "I don't know, everything."
"It's –" Emily begins, before JJ cut her off by turning around and passionately kissing her. "Uhm – not that I'm complaining, but what was that for?"
"No talking. Just… can I kiss you again?"
Emily nods, cupping JJ's cheek in her hand and pulling the blonde into another kiss. JJ moans softly at the touch. She rolls over on top of Emily. After taking a few moments to wrestle with the small blanket, JJ leans down to kiss Emily again. "Is this okay?"
A smile spread across the older agent's face. "Absolutely. It's more than I could ever dream of." Emily watches the smile spread across JJ's, dwarfing even the beauty of the Aurora Borealis outside of their tent.
The two continue to make out like horny teenagers for several minutes, before JJ slides her hand underneath Emily's shirt, cupping the older woman's breast through her bra. Emily sits up a bit in response, scrambling to get the clasp undone. JJ helps Emily shrug the material off before greedily using her thumb and pointer finger to tease the hard nipples. She couldn't help but grin when her actions cause the older agent's back to arch.
JJ kissed down Emily's neck. She ducked her head underneath the blanket and quickly replaced her fingers with her mouth and the response was addictive. Of course, this just allowed JJ's hands to wander; down Emily's toned stomach, across her slim hips and over her pants, to the heat emanating from her center. Emily's hands made their way into JJ's beautiful blonde locks, urging her head and her nipping mouth farther south.
JJ only giggled at Emily's impatience, but still she obliged. She started kissing down the brunette's stomach while simultaneously moving her hand underneath Emily's underwear and through her wet folds. Emily moaned in response and that only increased the wetness collecting in JJ's underwear. JJ paused to pop her head out of the sleeping bag to whisper in Emily's ear, "I want to fuck you senseless."
Emily moaned again in response, pulling her pants off and kicking them to the bottom of the bag. JJ smiled and slipped back underneath the blanket. Without the underwear to restrict her, she immediately went to Emily's warmth, teasing the brunette's clit with the tip of her tongue.
"More," Emily gasped. "Please, more."
JJ slipped two long fingers into Emily's center, all while speeding her tongue. Emily's hips bucked in approval and JJ soon found a rhythm that had Emily squirming underneath her. Moments later Emily climax, and JJ sucked her clit to extend the moment as the waves of pleasure rushed over her lover. When Emily stopped seeing stars, she looked over at JJ, who had popped back out of the bag.
"That was wonderful," she whispered. She kissed the small woman beside her and could taste the evidence of her own pleasure. All it did was spurn her on again, and quickly she was on top of JJ.
Emily awoke the next morning, naked and snuggled in next to JJ. She couldn't help the smile that played at her lips. She gently kissed JJ's forehead, and the blonde stirred. "Good morning sleepy head," Emily whispered.
"Good morning to you, how long have you been up?"
Emily moved around the small tent, searching for her clothing. "Not long," she admitted, "I was thinking about going hunting for something a bit more substantial today, want to come along?"
"Absolutely," JJ said, smiling. She too got up to search for her clothes, and before long they were out in the woods, guns drawn.
Emily held up her hand in a fist, signaling JJ to stop. She pointed down at the snow in front of them, there were clear deer tracks. The two stalked forward as silently as possible, eyes alert. There, 25 yards ahead, stood a deer. Emily crouched, letting JJ take the lead shot. JJ took the deer down with ease.
They drug their prize back to camp, and Emily started to clean the meat while JJ looked around the camp. "Hey Em, how are we gonna cook this?"
"I have no idea… We could try a spit?" Emily suggested.
JJ nodded and got to work. She looked around their camp and found two decent size saplings that had nice v shaped notches at the top and chopped them down with the machete. She took the heavy duty utility knife they had found in the plane and used it to clean the trees of bark and smaller branches. Then she found the pick-axe/shovel combo in Emily's pack and used that to dig a couple holes for the poles, before supporting them more with a ring of rocks. The handle for the door to the plane attached to a long metal pole and that served as the turning part of their spit.
Soon, the meat was turning over the fire and Emily was snuggled up close to JJ. "You know," she said, "I used to dream about running away and living like this."
"In the freezing cold Alaskan wastelands?" JJ asked, a bit sarcastically.
"No, I mean, living in the wilderness, only eating what you're able to catch that day. It's kind of thrilling. There was this book about this kid who ran away and lived off of the land for a few years. I forget what it's called but he burns a home into the side of a tree and trains a falcon. I used to think if I could find the courage to run away I could live like that."
"My Side of the Mountain," JJ whispered, nodding her head.
Emily looked at her. "What?"
JJ shrugged. "I know that book. It's called My Side of the Mountain. It was one of my favorites too. I always wanted to make a bow and arrows. I used to take old, broken hangars and rubber bands and pencils and shoot them around my room."
"Yeah, that was it. And I bet you were always a good shot."
They sat in silence for a moment. JJ looked over at Emily. "What happened to us Em?"
Emily looked at her, "What do you mean?"
"I mean, we used to be best friends and then the… the kidnapping and the hallucinating and- and you said…" JJ trailed off, not wanting to admit what Emily had done out loud, because admitting it out loud meant it had actually happened, that the love of her life had walked away from her.
Emily turned towards the meat, using it as an excuse to avoid JJ's question. The silence continued for several more moments. Finally, she looked up from her plate. "I'm sorry Jennifer. I thought that I wouldn't be a good lover for you, that you and Henry deserve more than what I can offer. I still think that. But, I'm selfish. I can't stay away from you. When I was away, playing games with you was the only thing that kept me going. I don't know how to be a mother, but I love you and I love Henry and I might be a big pile of problems, but I want to fix them all if it means I get to share my life with you. There isn't an excuse for what I did. But that's the past, please say it won't affect us having a future."
JJ threw her plate aside and pounced on Emily, giving her a passionate kiss. "Of course not."
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Hotch glared at the search grid board. They had started the search fine, but a snow storm had put them back three days. They were coming up on day 7 now, and each day was closer and closer to being the last day Emily and JJ could survive. He crossed to the other side of the small conference room that was serving as the S&R teams HQ to get a cup of coffee.
He and Morgan were about to head out to lead teams. They were on a strict 12 hour rotation to avoid injury to any members of the search party. One hour to fly out, ten total hours on the ground, one hour back. It was the most efficient way, but going was slow. The snow storm had taken down tree limbs and the terrain had been rough to begin with.
In another part of the building Garcia rounded the corner at full speed. She had flown in after the girls went missing, to help coordinate the search units without being four hours behind. "Hotch! Hotch!"
"What, Garcia?" Hotch said, poking his head out of the conference room.
She skidded to a halt in front of him, nearly spilling his coffee over the two of them. "I think I found them," she said, thrusting a paper with scribbled coordinates into his hands. "Here, there are three heat signals within 30ft of these coordinates that have been fairly stable. One that hasn't moved since it appeared."
"That's probably their campfire. How did you get this, anyway? There aren't usually satellites aimed this far north."
Garcia paled. "I- uh- did a thing."
"We'll talk about it later, for now, good work. I'll notify the ground team."
Morgan popped his head out of the conference room. "Uh, boss, a little late for that, we are the ground team. The other units are coming in now, we're about to rotate in anyway."
"Good. Suit up."