Sorry that this chapter took a little longer to get up. My Nan recently passed away after spending a few weeks in the hospital so I've had to push past a lot to get this up. I really hope you guys enjoy the chapter. It's mostly fluff and smut (what I write best). I don't know why the first part of this chapter looks like it does. Normally Fanfiction breaks up the paragraphs, but... I guess it went wonky on me.
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Love Salem
"Whoever wishes to keep a secret must hide the fact that he possesses one."
-Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Jennifer couldn't feel anything else; couldn't comprehend anything beyond Emily's lips on hers, their tongues fighting for dominance in the recesses of her mouth. They literally melted into each other as every inch of JJ's skin burned under the older woman's touch. She felt her fingers slip through jet black tresses as she latched on, wanting to push them closer together, hoping and praying that Emily Prentiss would just swallow her whole, allow her to bask in her warmth. It was exquisite to want to lose yourself like that, exquisite and terrifying.
Emily finally broke the Earth-shattering kiss as her lungs begged to be replenished with oxygen. She felt herself trembling, her nerve endings firing off at a rapid pace as JJ's fingertips trailed the length of her spine. Those ocean blue eyes were killer, and at this moment, she didn't care if she drowned in their depths; consumed by the tidal wave that was inevitably Jennifer Jareau. And before Emily knew what was happening, their mouths crashed together once again, her hands dancing along JJ's perfect sides under her shirt as she swallowed the younger woman's moans.
This was what everything was supposed to feel like. She loved this side of JJ, the inner dominatrix that currently had one of her hands tangled in her hair while the other dug into her inner thighs. Wanting someone this much was excruciating and hearing JJ's seductive groans in her ear almost made her knees buckle. The blonde's tongue caressed her neck while she whispered sensuous -albeit terribly dirty- words against her skin. Most people never would've guessed that the sweet little backwoods farm girl hid a darker side, but Emily reveled in it, surrounded completely by her undying need to fuck Jennifer senseless.
"Jen," Emily grunted as JJ's fingers dug into her ass. "I want you."
JJ's breaths came out in rasps as she found the voice inside herself, beneath the absorbing need, "Then take me. Here. Right now."
The idea was tempting, oh so fucking tempting. To push her fingers underneath the seam of the younger woman's jeans before shoving them into the moist folds that lay beneath. God, she loved that feeling. She loved watching JJ balance on the edge of ecstasy, those electric blue eyes darkening with every caress as an orgasm would overtake her. Seeing the normally composed and articulate press liaison come apart at the seams while incomprehensible echoes tumbled from her lips was
enough to make Emily want to come on the spot. The older woman was just about to follow through with the thought of having JJ on the dance floor when she felt someone come up behind her, hot breath ghosting across her ear as JJ's tongue still explored her mouth. She thought maybe it was just someone walking by until a strong hand tucked itself into the pocket of her jeans.
"What the fuck?" she yelled as she turned around, ready to throw fists at whoever had grabbed ahold of her. "Morgan!"
JJ noticed the blush creeping onto her cheeks and was grateful for the dimly lit bar. All senses washed back over her as she realized where they were and what they had been doing. She'd begged Emily to kiss her, to touch her, to make her come right there on the dance floor, surrounded by flushed bodies with her co-workers only tables away. Had she gone crazy? She already knew the answer to that question; Emily Prentiss made her crazy, set every part of her on fire with need and want.
"Hey Princess," Derek smirked as he tugged his hand from the pocket of her jeans. "Penelope caught sight of the two of you not long after I did. I've been ordered to break this up. Of course first, I need to know what the hell it is I'm breaking up."
"I… we… since…" JJ stumbled. She smacked herself on the forehead. No one would ever know that she was the face and voice of the BAU, and spent hours fielding phone calls from reporters with the way she was stuttering.
"We're together," Emily finished for her.
"Well I figured that's obvious," Derek sighed with a playful push to Emily's arm. "I want details."
"You're worse than Pen," JJ laughed awkwardly as she pulled Emily back towards the table their team occupied.
The three of them walked back over to join the team, JJ plopping down in the booth next to Garcia as she snatched up a beer. She was mortified and yet, still incredibly turned on. Was that possible?
"Did you work up a thirst out there, gumdrop?" The bubbly voice of the technical analyst broke through the conversations that were going on among the team, bringing attention to the three people that had just returned.
"You've been dancing this whole time?" Reid questioned as he took in Emily and JJ's ragged appearance. "Statistics show that adrenaline causes the body to…"
"Lay off it, Spence," JJ giggled as she wrapped him in a hug, alcohol coursing through her veins as the adrenaline began to wear
off. "I think I'm going to call it a night." Taking a final drag of her beer, the blonde reached for her purse and placed kisses on the cheeks of her co-workers, lingering a little longer against Emily as she did. "I'll see you all in the morning."
"Well that was sudden," Rossi stated as he and Morgan toasted over another shot. "Is she feeling okay?"
"I'm sure she's fine. I think I'll go with her and make sure she gets home okay. Bye guys!" she yelled as she scrambled out the door, watching the sway of the blonde's ass as she did.
"Champagne, if you are seeking the truth, is better than a lie
detector. It encourages a man to be expansive, even reckless, while
lie detectors are only a challenge to tell lies successfully."
-Graham Greene
Normally after a night like tonight, they'd barge through the front door in a scramble to remove the others' clothes; devouring their lover's bare form as their aching bodies begged to be touched. Pressed deeply between the wall and their counterpart as fingers ghosted along naked skin. But no matter how much Emily wanted the feel of JJ inside of her, it wasn't going to happen. They'd had sex many times in various places, but JJ had only allowed Emily to touch her that once. And the older woman had secretly promised herself that she would wait; wait until they could simultaneously send each other spiraling over the edge. The last thing she wanted was for her girlfriend to feel used.
They'd stumbled through the front door of Emily's condo, the brunette supporting most of a drunken JJ's weight. The young blonde clung to Emily's arm as they walked haphazardly up the stairs, laughing and giggling about their hormonal antics in the bar.
"It was priceless seeing Morgan's face," JJ smiled, flopping lazily onto Emily's four-post bed while she dug through her dresser, searching for pajamas for the both of them.
"Yeah, it isn't often that Derek is left speechless," Emily responded, tossing a t-shirt and boxers at JJ before she began undressing. "Do you need help changing, drunkie?"
The media liaison pushed herself up on her elbows, only slightly unsteady, as she admired the beautiful woman in front of her. While watching Emily peel off layers of clothes was always incredibly arousing, she felt an added emotion this time, her heart feeling as if it had literally swollen inside of her chest. "I love you," JJ stated simply, unable to stop the words that had bounced around in her mind.
Emily paused as she was about to slip her shirt over her head. She cocked her head to the side, wondering if she'd heard her lover right. She had, the look in the blonde's eyes told her as much. JJ had said it before so Emily couldn't say she was surprised, and despite the fact that her girlfriend was way passed buzzed, she couldn't shake the idea that this time it was different. Because this time, the older woman felt it too, within the very marrow of her bones. "You… I… I love you… too," she stumbled, mentally kicking herself for sounding unsure. "I love you too."
"Then prove it," JJ challenged, desire burning behind fierce cobalt orbs as she strode towards her girlfriend, taking the shirt from Emily's hand and dropping it on the floor. "Make love to me, Emily." Not allowing the brunette to respond, JJ pressed her lips softly to Emily's before pulling away to stare into deep brown, lust-filled eyes as her hands glided over Emily's naked torso.
The profiler immediately felt the heat pooling between her legs as she draped her arms over the slightly shorter woman's shoulders. Why didn't she feel confident about this? Why was she suddenly questioning the idea of being intimate with the woman she loved- the woman that loved her in return? "Jen, we're drunk. It's late. We have a de-briefing at ten and you still may not be ready," she spouted off.
"I don't need excuses, Em," JJ said, drawing out her lover's nickname since she knew how much she loved it. "I just need you."
Jennifer was determined to make Emily see how loved she was as her hands slid up the brunette's flat abdomen to begin massaging her breasts. She felt the older woman start to falter as her petite frame shoved her gently against the heavy wooden dresser.
Emily's exposed skin began to flush as the younger woman's body molded to her own, leaving her feeling almost helpless in JJ's capable arms. Of course she wanted this; she rarely had a chance to form coherent thoughts when the blonde was around, often going back to the memory of JJ screaming out her name in ecstasy. But- there always seemed to be a but- it had only been a freaking week. From the moment JJ had stumbled out of the barn, Emily's life had been a whirlwind of kisses, sex, fights, tears, drinking, more sex… love. Okay, so the love overshadowed it all, the good and the bad. It was petrifying for the brunette to both realize and admit that she was in love with Jennifer Jareau and Emily wondered how something as terrifying as willingly giving her heart over to another woman could suddenly feel so freeing.
And with that subtle realization, the older woman quickly found herself losing resolve as she watched the shorter woman slip out of her shirt before undoing the button of her jeans, letting them puddle at her feet. Emily's heartbeat echoed in her ears while she felt JJ's hands slide along her hips, grasping at the strings of her saturated panties before allowing them to fall down the brunette's lean legs.
"Touch me, Em," JJ whispered into the curve of the profiler's neck before nipping at the shell of her ear. Her skin burned in anticipation as Emily's delicate fingers lightly grazed her collarbone before reaching behind her to undo the clasp of her bra.
"Mmm," Emily moaned as she pulled their bodies closer together, still caressing the blonde's back lovingly as JJ lay soft kisses upon her jaw line. "Jen, you make my knees go weak."
"Have I ever mentioned how much I love it when you call me Jen?" JJ mumbled between kisses as she began to drag Emily towards the bed, sitting down once her knees fell flush with the mattress.
The young blonde trailed her fingers along her girlfriend's taut stomach before switching to her tongue and allowing it to dip in the raven haired beauties navel. Her hands grasped at the older woman's hips as she licked along her bare bikini line, leaving a line of goosebumps in her wake.
No words were spoken as Emily gave JJ a light shove, the blonde scooting back before her girlfriend removed her underwear and straddled her small hips. The profiler leaned over the young woman gingerly, her hands resting on either side of JJ's arms, before she leaned down, running her tongue along her lover's bottom lip, requesting access. Their tongues met with unmatched ferocity as JJ dug her nails into Emily's shoulder and bucked her hips slightly, silently begging to be touched, to be brought toward the brink of release.
Not able to control the urge to be inside the woman that writhed beneath her, Emily slid down JJ's body, her fingers lingering on JJ's outer folds only momentarily before she plunged two fingers deep within her girlfriend, while simultaneously lowering her mouth to JJ's breast. Her teeth grazed the sensitive nipple while her fingers continued to pump rhythmically, the thumb of her hand occasionally rubbing against the engorged nub causing soft groans to play like a symphony throughout the room as they fell from JJ's lips.
JJ could feel herself teetering on the edge, her velvet walls beginning to tighten around Emily's capable fingers. She let out an exasperated sigh as Emily withdrew, not willing to let her lover have that release just yet. JJ began to squirm as the older woman continued to assault her breasts, lashing out at their taut peaks with her glorious tongue, as her hand slid teasingly over JJ's slick arousal, fingers dipping slightly into her folds.
The young agent was prepared to beg, but the thought left her mind quickly as three of Emily's fingers dove back into her wetness. Brown orbs stared intently into blue as JJ fought to keep her eyes open, her breath coming out in heated rasps as she wrapped her hands in midnight hair.
"Ah, Em! Mmm, baby…" JJ's voice rose through the room, causing Emily to slip a fourth finger into her lover, thrusting powerfully in attempt to send JJ into a fit of ecstasy. "God, yes. Emily, ah. Emmm… so close." The brunette's name became a heavenly chant that tore from her lips as her body was consumed by her orgasm, Emily's fingers still lightly rubbing over her love button.
"Emily, oh God… I love you. I love you so much," JJ groaned breathlessly into her girlfriend's ear as mini-shockwaves of pleasure continued to ghost through her body. Unknowingly, she effortlessly pushed three fingers into Emily's tight channel, causing a grunt of surprise to escape the older woman's lips. Their bodies moved in sync as they pumped their fingers in and out of one another, intent on reaching the peak of rapture together.
"And I love you, Jen," Emily moaned as JJ sucked at her pulse point. "Dear God, do I love you."
By the time the duo had ceased in their lovemaking, Emily swore she could see the sun beginning to peak in from behind the curtains. "What time is it?" she asked as JJ continued to trace the curve of her breasts, every so often placing a soft kiss along the side of Emily's glorious mounds.
"Umm, almost 5:30," JJ stated after glancing at the clock on Emily's nightstand. That gives us less than five hours before we have to be at work."
"Being exhausted during the de-briefing is a small price to pay for the night- and morning- that I've had," Emily smiled.
"I guess it was worth it," the media liaison replied jokingly.
"You guess?" Emily furrowed her brow slightly before turning and laying on top of her girlfriend. "I have about two hours before we have to start getting ready to go to work. I'm going to make you come so hard, your legs will still be shaking by the time you walk into the bullpen in a few hours."
"Behind every successful woman is a substantial amount of coffee."
-Stephanie Piro
"Good morning ladies," Morgan chirped as he walked into the meeting room where Emily and JJ sat waiting for the rest of the team to arrive. Each woman was nursing a generous cup of coffee as their hands lay intertwined under the table, resting on the younger woman's thigh. "No hangover this morning?" he questioned.
They both shook their heads before looking at each other with adoring smiles. All morning they'd been unable to keep their hands off of each other; even spending a couple extra minutes in the back seat of Emily's Lexus upon arriving before they'd straightened themselves up and made their way into FBI Headquarters. Now that Emily had truly gotten a taste of the fair-haired woman, her appetite for her had become even more insatiable.
Derek took a seat across from the loving pair as the rest of his co-workers began to filter in and pour their morning coffees. Now that Mr. Tall-Dark-N-Handsome was armed with the knowledge of their love affair, he was definitely going to have to figure out how to use it to his advantage.
Forty-five agonizing minutes later, Morgan watched intently as Emily and JJ walked up the stairs to the blonde's office before quickly closing the blinds. He heard a giggle reverberate through the bullpen as his partner snapped the door shut. Picking up his phone, he dialed the one person that he knew would help him with his schemes. "Hey baby girl. How would you like to play 007 with me?"
"Oh, Mr. Bond. I thought you'd never ask," Garcia said seductively.
JJ relaxed in her chair as her girlfriend knelt on the floor in front of her, partially under her desk as her hands edged up the younger woman's thighs, her fingers dancing under the hem of her black skirt.
"Are you positive Garcia looped the feeds?" Emily asked while placing wet kisses on the inside of JJ's legs.
"Mmm, at this point I really don't care," the press liaison sighed. She pushed herself lower in her chair as Emily's mouth found her dripping center.
"I'm so glad I convinced you not to wear underwear today," the older woman murmured between forceful licks.
"Mhmm," was the only response JJ could muster.
"And I'm also glad that your best friend happens to be a technical genius," Emily smiled as she shoved three fingers into her waiting lover, curling them up as her tongue made slow circles around JJ's clit.
"God yes," JJ cried, digging her nails deeper into the arms of her chair.
Down in Garcia's lair, she and Morgan sat conspiring. "You know, for two hot and stealthy 'secret agents,' we suck at this," Derek grumbled. "Do you always loop the feed in Pennsylvania Petite's office?"
"Give me more credit than that, my hunk of burnin' love. That would send a red flag to the big guys upstairs. My little yellow popsicle and I worked out a schedule. There are certain hours on certain days, which I'm not allowed to divulge may I add, that she and your princess are free to do the nasty."
"Friday at 11 a.m. being one of them, I assume. What if you called up JJ and told her that something went haywire? She'd think they'd been caught red-handed."
"First, that would probably give our poor little small town gal a heart attack. And once again, you underestimate my gifts Mr. Bond," the quirky analyst tsked.
"Well, do you have a better idea?"
A mischievous smile lit up Garcia's face. "Actually, I do."
JJ's eyes squinted shut as she felt her body begin to shake. Rapid gasps and pants emanated through the room as Emily began sucking on her clit. "Yes baby, ah… right there," she chanted.
Her about to be mind-blowing orgasm was interrupted by a knock at the door. The blonde barely had time to straighten herself up before Derek Morgan barged into her office.
"Hey Jayje," he said nonchalantly. "Do you think you could look over this for me?"
"Uh…" The blonde was at a loss for words and tried to control her facial expressions as Emily's talented fingers exited her body. "Mhmm. Yeah, sure. Anything else?" she practically groaned, taking the folder from him.
"Do you know where Prentiss is? I haven't seen her since the de-briefing."
"She and I are dating, Derek. That doesn't mean I keep tabs on her constantly."
"Touché, East Allegheny. Maybe Baby Girl can track her down on the office cameras," he smiled before leaving her office as quickly as he'd came in.
"Fuck!" JJ grunted moments after Derek had left as Emily's fingers once again found their way back into her slick channel.
"They're fucking everywhere!" JJ exclaimed while riding to lunch with Emily. "You're hands on my breasts was my new desktop wallpaper as well as the background on my phone. And that file that Morgan needed help with was actually a photo of me with my tongue down your throat. I've been so swamped with paperwork that I almost handed it off to Rossi without even opening it. We would've been screwed."
Emily tried to suppress a snicker as she put her hand on the knee of her fuming girlfriend. As his partner, she was used to Derek's incessant pranks, but she knew JJ wasn't.
"I feel betrayed... and pissed. Garcia was so in on this. There is no way he's smart enough to pull that shit off by himself," the younger woman ranted before glancing at her lover in the driver's seat. "Stop laughing. I mean it, Emily. This is in no way funny."
The brunette swallowed her laughter and gave a light squeeze to JJ's thigh. "Ahem, sorry baby. It's just..." and then it errupted, laughter pouring effortlessly from her lips, "You being pissed off over some hot and steamy pictures is kind of comical."
"I hope you enjoyed what happened in my office earlier because you are on JJ restriction until further notice. Don't even think about touching me"
"You want it as much as I do, Jen," Emily whispered seductively into her girlfriend's ear as they pulled into the parking lot and she slipped her hand between JJ's legs causing her to moan. "And you can't stop it anymore than I can."
"Anyone who says he can see through women is missing a lot."
-Groucho Marx
