By the time they reach the hotel, JJ has, in fact, forgiven her wife. Even she has to admit it was kind of funny. Emily plugs in her new cell work phone, her iPhone and her computer.
"I'm going to take a shower. My shoulder is stiff and sore and hopefully it will loosen me up enough I'll be able to sleep."
"Need a pain pill?" JJ asks.
Emily shakes her head. "No, it's not that painful. Just sore and stiff."
JJ grins. "Not painful but sore?"
Emily gives a half shrug. "I know what I mean."
She slowly unbuttons her blouse. JJ winces when she sees the two impact areas are now a riot of colours on Day 2. "Oh, sweetheart…"
Emily looks at her. "I'm okay, Jen. Promise. It just looks bad like bruises do. I'll be fine after a shower."
JJ shakes her head. "If you insist. Well, while you shower, I'm going to order something sweet. Want anything?"
"What are you ordering?"
"I have no idea."
Emily laughs. "Ah, right. How about you wait until I get out and we look it all over together?"
"Okay. But if you're not out in 5 minutes I'm ordering 1 of everything off the dessert menu." She rubs her stomach. "I'm eating for 3, you know."
Emily smiles proudly. "Yes, Jen, I know. Whatever makes you feel good, baby."
Emily goes into the bathroom and turns on the shower. She scrubs off her makeup and then gets into the now steamy tub. She moans as the hot water hits her sore upper body, right away starting to alleviate the pain. She has just dunked her head under the spray when she feels a cool breeze followed by arms wrapping around her waist. She glances over her shoulder. JJ gives a Cheshire grin.
"You said whatever makes me feel good." She runs a hand down to Emily's center. "Guess what makes me feel good?"
Emily's hips start to roll against JJ's hand. "I, uh, think I can guess."
JJ kisses along the back of Emily's shoulders as one hand slides up to grasp a pebbled breast. Emily gathers her hair and moves it over one shoulder to give JJ access to all of her back and neck. Emily moans as JJ takes advantage of the space and let's her mouth travel all over her wife's back. Her own hips thrust again Emily's ass as her hands continue to gently, slowly work Emily's now throbbing clit and tingling breast.
"Oh, Jen…feels so good…"
"Were you jealous tonight, Emily?"
"Wh- -what?"
"Were you jealous when Detective Renfro asked me out?"
"Nah- -no."
"Why not?" JJ starts to rub a little faster.
"Je- -jealous means…oh, God…no trust. Knew…could…trust…you."
"And why did you know you could trust me?" She rubs a little harder.
"Oh, Jen! A'cause am…yours…as you…oh…mine."
"That's right, honey. I am yours as you are MINE!" she quickly shifts and thrusts 2 fingers deep into her wife.
"OH! JEN! YES!"
Emily rocks hard against the hand making love to her. She can feel JJ's labored breathing against her back and knows her wife is getting almost as much pleasure as she is giving. It doesn't take long to ride JJ's digits into a screaming orgasm.
"YES! OH! YES!"
As the after tremors start to ease, Emily spins around and drops to her knees. She grabs her wife's hips and pulls JJ's throbbing clit into her mouth.
"Yes, Emily. Oh, YES!"
JJ's hands tangle in her wife's hair to make sure Emily can't ease the contact too soon. There was really no chance of that as Emily's mouth masterfully works her wife until JJ is also screaming out her pleasure.
After supping on her wife's essence, Emily stands and pulls her close. The two share a deep, hungry kiss. When it ends Emily stares deep into her wife's eyes.
"You are a beautiful woman, Jennifer Prentiss. Men and women both would be idiots not to hit on you. But I know your heart and I know they can try to woo you, can try to steal you away from me but that it will never, ever work. I trust you, Jennifer. And where there is trust there can be no jealousy."
JJ runs her hand down Emily's cheek. "You always say the most beautiful things to me, Emily. I love you so much. No one has a chance with me. You own my heart."
"As you own mine."
The two kiss some more, exchanging gentle caresses, for about half an hour. Finally Emily pulls away.
"I think you better call for dessert."
"Oh? Why?"
"Two reasons. One, so I can feed it to you while you lie naked in bed. And two…because you'll need your strength when you awaken in the middle of the night wanting me to rock your world."
JJ laughs and nods. "Right on both counts, Mrs. Prentiss."
The two get out and quickly dry off. Once they are in their pajamas JJ takes a look at the room service menu. She orders a fruit tray, a hot fudge sundae, and two Sprites. Before she hangs up, she looks at Emily.
"Oh, did you want anything?"
Emily laughs. "You mean one of those drinks isn't for me?"
JJ blushes. "Uh, no."
Emily just shakes her head in amusement. "Get me a Sprite, too. And my own sundae. I know better than to share ice cream with a pregnant woman."
JJ grins and finishes the order. She flips on the TV and settles back on the bed until she finds something to watch.
"How about this movie, Em?"
Emily looks over and sees she has "Sherlock Holmes" keyed up on the pay per view. "We're trying to relax during a case. A mystery movie about a detective sounds perfect."
JJ rolls her eyes. "Smart ass," she mumbles as she orders the movie. "The sequel comes out in December so it's a perfect time to watch this one again."
Soon they are cuddled in bed enjoying their snacks and the movie. And as much as Emily loves her wife she prays JJ makes it through the night without any horny moments; her body really needs the healing time so she can get out of the police station and back into the field.
Reid is not surprised when his phone rings at 11:30 that night. He sighs as he answers.
"Hi."
"Did I get you in trouble?" Lila asks.
"No."
"You're mad at me."
"Yes, I am," Reid tells her. "I told you it wasn't the drug dealer and yet you went to confront him anyway. A friend took two bullets to the vest. Her wife is pregnant with twins and she has a 2 year old son and 1 year old daughter. Had those bullets hit her head or even found one of the seams of the vest she'd be on her way back to DC for burial and her family would be destroyed."
"Spencer, I'm so- -"
"And what about you, Lila? Had you not managed to get that call off, had our analyst not been able to track it, he could have killed you and dumped you. We may have never even recovered your body. Did you even stop to consider that?" he scolds.
"No," she answers quietly, the sound of tears in her voice.
Reid takes a deep breath. "Lila, I know you are mourning Mixie. But please trust us to do our job and find her killer."
"I…I will." There is a long pause. "So are you going to open your door or what?"
Reid closes his eyes, cursing that he hadn't guessed where she was. He stands and moves to the door and opens it to see her leaning against the wall across from him. She slowly pockets her phone.
"What about your fiancé, Lila? Shouldn't he be the one helping you through this?"
Lila walks past Reid into the room. "He doesn't get it the way you do. And he doesn't like Mixie. And he's really pissed about yesterday. Said I was being stupid."
Reid leans against the wall as Lila sits on the end of the bed. "I may not have said it so harshly but, well, it wasn't a smart move."
"I know that now. I'm really, really sorry. Can I pay your friend's medical bills or something?"
Reid can't help but grin, knowing whatever Lila makes in residuals each year doesn't come close to what Emily probably makes in a month just on Prentiss holdings. He shakes his head.
"No. It's taken care of." They stand in silence a few minutes. "Lila…what do you want from me?" he finally asks.
Lila stands up and walks over to the window. She pulls back the shade and looks out over the L.A. skyline. She carefully considers the question before answering.
"If I said I wanted you to take me to bed; to make me forget about my asshole of a fiancé, would you do it?"
Reid shakes his head. "No. You're hurting right now. I wouldn't take advantage of that."
Lila smiles sadly. "You always were such a gentleman. So many people would have sold me out for their 15 minutes of fame. But I bet your friends don't even know about us, do they?"
"They suspect now but, no, they don't know for sure. And they'll never get the confirmation from me." He steps closer to her. "You were, and still are, special to me, Lila. What we have is between us and that's how I hope it always stays."
Lila turns from the window and looks at him. "Guys like you only exist in 50's sitcoms. What fucking TV show did you fall out of?" she teases him.
He grins. "Leave it to Beaver."
She laughs, her eyes actually looking happy for the first time since he'd seen her on Friday night.
"I should have known." She walks over to him and straightens out the sweater vest he still wears. "Some day you'll make some lucky lady very, very happy."
"Thanks," he says with a grin. He strokes a hand through her hair. "Want to stay tonight?"
"Still have my shorts and tee?"
He chuckles. "Yes. You going to steal them when I leave town?"
"I just might," she admits.
He nods. "Figures."
He goes to his go bag and pulls out the clothes Lila had worn Friday night. She goes into the bathroom, again borrowing his toothbrush. For some reason, the germ-a-phobe has never minded sharing with the actress.