Late that night Emily is checking her email and smiles. "He finally sent it," she whispers.
JJ hears the whisper but not the exact words. She looks up from studying and sees the smile on her wife's face. "Em? You okay?"
Emily looks at JJ and grins. "Declan sent me his lacrosse schedule. He says he hopes we can make some games and wants to meet you and Henry soon."
JJ smiles. "That's great, honey. Has Tom talked to him yet about things?"
Emily nods. "Yes. Everything but what we want to tell him ourselves. Maybe Sunday while Will still has Henry we can meet them for brunch or something? Just to…to break the ice."
JJ's eyes darken at the mention of Will. "Will," she says venomously. "Forgot he was picking up Henry this weekend. He better hope I'm not at the house when he arrives."
"Jen, don't—"
"STOP, Em! Don't even tell me not to be mad or not to give him a piece of my mind. We would neverhave pulled that kind of shit on him. And he's going to know that I will not stand for it ever again. He tried to steal Henry from us. I have a fucking right to my fury at him and a right to let him know about it."
Emily sighs as JJ directs her attention back to the book in front of her. Emily won't look down on her for the anger but she hopes nothing happens to destroy the relationship between her wife and Will. Not as much for them as for Henry. This crazy situation can only work for their son if all parties keep the animosity out of the equation.
A little while later JJ puts her book away. She knows Emily is mad. She gets up and goes to her wife, starting to massage her shoulders.
"I'm sorry. But please understand I want a chance to confront Will about what he did. I need to. I will try to keep it civil for Henry's sake."
Emily turns and takes her wife's hands. "Good. I know you need to talk to him. But this parenting arrangement will only work if we keep the anger out of it. For all of us."
JJ nods. "I know. I promise. I won't be mean just…angry."
Emily grins. "Good. How was studying?"
"Okay. Just a lot to memorize. The practical part I feel okay with. It's all the damn terminology. Got to admit…I usually zoned out when you all started talking with words I didn't know."
Emily laughs. "Regretting that now, eh?"
"Oh, yeah. Big time."
Emily smiles and brings JJ's hand to her lips, giving it a gentle kiss. "I've always said you should listen and obey me, Jen. Now you know why."
JJ raises an eyebrow. "Oh, really? 'Obey' you? Got a bit of a complex going there, hot stuff?"
"Maybe. For instance if I ordered you to kiss me, what would you do?"
JJ smiles, her eyes darkening. "I'd probably listen."
Emily moves her hands to JJ's hips. "And if I ordered you to lose the top and bra?"
JJ swallows, pulling both off her body. "I'd most likely respond like that."
Emily leans forward and closes her mouth around one hard nipple. JJ moans. Emily slides her tongue through the valley between her wife's breasts and sucks in the other nipple. JJ wraps her hands in Emily's hair.
"Oh, Em…"
Emily pulls her mouth away and looks up. "If I ordered you to bed so I can make you scream my name—"
"Order me, baby. Please, order me," JJ says, pulling Emily up.
Emily pulls JJ's hips hard against her as their mouths crash together. JJ slips the tee shirt Emily wears up and off, her hands quickly undoing the bra and sliding it to the floor. Emily thrusts against her wife, her hands pulling JJ to meet each thrust.
"Oh, fuck, Em, yes," JJ moans.
"Need you so bad, Jen," Emily husks out. "So fucking bad."
She drops to her knees, pulling JJ's sweats to the ground as she goes. Her hands grasp JJ's ass and pulls her forward as she buries her mouth between JJ's legs. JJ leans back against the desk, using it for balance as she offers herself to her wife.
"Yes, Em, oh, yes."
When JJ is close, Emily stands, shrugging off her sleep pants. She lifts JJ up onto the desk, thrusting two fingers into her as their mouths collide once more. JJ meets every push of Emily's hand; her own hands clutched around the brunette's neck. Her legs twist around Em's hips, her ankles locking behind to help pull Emily even closer.
Emily's free hand twists and tugs one of JJ's perfect nipples as their tongues continue to wrestle. Once again, just as JJ is ready to explode, Emily stops. She pulls JJ off the desk and drags her to the bed. She pushes JJ down and climbs up on top of her…backwards.
"Oh, yes, Em!" JJ moans as the dark curls approach her mouth.
Emily moans as JJ's tongue caresses her hot, throbbing center. JJ grabs Emily's hips and positions her just right, her mouth and tongue able to torture clit and folds equally. Emily rides her wife's face for a moment before returning to the glistening golden curls below her. JJ moans again at the renewed contact.
As they start to work on each other, their mouths synchronize. Their clits swelling, throbbing, ready to explode. And then, as if scripted, they both shove two fingers into each other. Riding mouths and fingers in time with each other, they orgasm together, their mouths eagerly lapping the essence of their love.
After a few moments, Emily rolls off to the side. She strokes a hand over JJ's stomach. "I love you, Jen," she says, panting.
"Mmmm…love you, too, Emily," JJ says, equally breathless.
Emily stares at the ceiling. She knows they need sleep. She knows her wife needs it not only for the case but because of the upcoming test. But Emily's hormones are raging. All she wants is to take her wife and be taken by her wife over and over again.
JJ sits up and moves so that she lies on top of her wife. "Don't fight it, babe," she says as if she has read Emily's mind. "I know you need more." She leans down and kisses Emily. Emily moans. "I know that was just a tip of the iceberg for you." She kisses along Emily's jaw. "You need more." She sucks in an earlobe as her hand dives into the warm, wetness between Emily's legs. "Your body is thrumming with sexual tension." She shifts down and captures a nipple in her mouth. "And I'm here to make sure that tension is eased."
Emily's hips arch as JJ starts to thrust into her once more. The blonde's mouth moves back and forth between the rosy, hard nipples on Emily's chest. The brunette can only groan, her ability to speak stolen from her. JJ uses her thigh to pump harder, deeper, adding a third finger, feeling Emily's muscles clamp around them.
"You feel so good, baby," she moans.
Emily just whimpers, her hips speeding up; JJ's hand meeting the pace. Finally JJ sees the scream coming and slams her mouth into Emily's to swallow the yell of ecstasy as she comes all over JJ's hand. JJ comes again just from her wife's scream.
When Emily can finally open her eyes again she stares into blue ones filled with love and desire.
"I love you, Emily. Anything you need, I am here for you."
Emily brings a hand up to her wife's face. "I know. I love you, too, Jen."
They kiss once more, this time a kiss filled with love, not driven by hormonal lust. Not to either woman's surprise, Emily is soon ready to go again. JJ smiles down at her.
"I think I've created a monster by getting you pregnant."
Emily smiles. "Complaining?"
"Not a damn bit," JJ answers as she kisses her wife…starting another round of love making that lasts long into the night.