Disclaimer: Criminal Minds you say? No, it's not mine. Sorry.
JJ's POV
After the late night festivities, I fell back to sleep rather hastily. I open my eyes the following morning to see Emily's loving, chocolate orbs gazing down at me. Her head is sitting on her left hand, propping her up and she's smiling at me suspiciously.
"Good morning, love." She says to me.
"Good morning to you too. Why are you looking at me like that, and acting like such a creeper?" I ask, playfully.
"A creeper, huh?" She bites back equally as playfully, rolling herself on top of me before continuing. "If I" she kisses me, "were a creeper," another kiss, "I would," another kiss, "not be," kiss "in your bed," kiss " because I" another kiss "would be," another kiss, her smile clearly evident, "outside that window," she says pointing to the window, kissing me again, "watching you." She states before quickly extricating herself from my arms and standing on the floor. "Now that's a creeper. Me? Not so much."
"Where do you think you're going?" I ask; a little disgruntled.
"You slept half of the day away; its 12:17 pm and we're having lunch with Garcia at 1, or did you forget?" She says to me and I immediately jump up out of bed, naked. I suddenly feel exposed at the thought of someone possibly being outside my window and grab the heather grey Pitt t-shirt nearby, putting it on. She's giggling at me and I don't really know why.
"See, you got that creeper look back in your eye. I bet you're gonna watch me in the shower, aren't you? Oh shit, do I even have time to shower? Where are we meeting? How much time do I have?" I ask quickly, while trying to find something to wear for the day.
"Relax. I already called Garcia and told her we'd be running a little late." She says to me, lovingly.
"Thanks." I reply and take a deep breath.
"Oh, don't thank me yet." She says mischievously, "because I called her and knew you were asleep, she put it together that I slept over. I'm pretty sure she knows we had sex… actually I know she knows because she asked me. I couldn't exactly lie to her, so I told her. Not any details… that's your job." She says to me, relaxing against the door frame to my bedroom waiting patiently for her words to sink in.
My jaw just drops a little bit. What is there to say, really? And because she's waiting for a reply, I don't want to give her that satisfaction, so I stand there, dumbly.
She gets it and speaks up, "Am I in trouble yet?" She's still smiling though; unfazed by either answer I can possibly give her.
Instead of responding, I walk over to the door frame and lean on it next to her before resting my hand on her chest. That's when I notice it. The teeth marks I left on her neck in the throes of passion the night before. It looks like it hurts and it's a little bruised. The reminder brings a smile to my face.
"No, you're not in trouble; although I have a sneaking suspicion that you were hoping to be, but wow, the best friend we have outside of us knows we had sex last night." I say aloud, as though it's finally sinking in that I can't avoid this discussion. "I don't have time to be mad at you. And besides, you're not going to get out of this as easily as we first thought."
Emily looks at me, rather puzzled, mouthing her response. Her brow is furrowed and it appears as though the words are caught on the tip of her tongue.
Clearly she has no idea, but if the tables were turned, I know, I KNOW she wouldn't tell me. Two can play this game, I think to myself. "Well, you'll see. I mean, after all it is Penelope." I say, not showing my hand.
"True, but I'm a private person. She won't ask me much." I almost feel guilty now. She is a relatively private person, but people are bound to see. That thing isn't going away by Monday. I smile internally, silently planning my Monday morning for her arrival. I plan to be perched in the bullpen when Derek notices.
"I better get in the shower." I say, before giving her a kiss and retreating.
She calls out to me lightheartedly, "You. Mouthwash. Toothbrush. Toothpaste. Deal?"
I turn around and furrow my brow in mock annoyance at her, "You're asking for it Prentiss."
She simply replies, "I know. And you're holding out on me. I'm loving it. I'm loving you. Now shower, or we're going to be late for our previously rescheduled 2 pm lunch. We don't want to give Garcia reason to ask anymore questions."
I grin toward her and head into the bathroom closing the door about half-way; habit. I say to myself: she's lovely. A little quirkier than I originally knew from work but I love those qualities.
After getting dressed, we took her car to Thai Roma, a quaint cuisine across from the Capitol building in downtown DC. The 25-minute drive relatively quiet. We arrived about 10 minutes before 2 and were seated at a table waiting for Penelope to show up. In dire need of anything to ensure I wouldn't get one of those god-awful caffeine withdrawal headaches, I ordered myself a coffee.
Pen showed up a few minutes later, greeting me with a hug and a hello. She gave Emily a hug too and upon pulling away, she noticed the purplish bruise surrounded by the deep red teeth marks.
Foregoing any small talk, she jumped right into the (un)pleasantries. "How's your neck, Emily?" She asks pointedly.
Emily answers, unaware "It's a little stiff. I think I pulled something last night."
"Maybe you got bitten by something? Or rather, someone. You really expect me to believe you pulled a muscle with that," pointing at Emily's neck wide-eyed, "on display? Get real; I don't need to be a profiler to call bull-shit on that."
"What?" Emily asks confused. Reaching for her neck, running her fingers over it, coming in contact with the teeth marks; she began piecing everything together. Realization finally hitting her like a metaphorical bullet, she turned to me, "You planned this, didn't you?" she inquires accusingly.
Watching Emily's fingers run lightly across her skin brought the memories and the promise of her words last night flooding back into my mind: 'I want you to see my hands and my fingers when we're at work, while you're in a room full of people, detectives, the media, whomever and think about what they feel like when inside you..' I simply smiled putting my hands up in mock surrender, "Guilty as charged."
"All's fair in love and war. Keep that in mind, baby. It's on."
Garcia interjected herself back into the conversation, "so, that's it? No quarrelling? How are you going to have insanely good make up sex, if you never have to make up?"
Emily countered, "who needs make up sex when the relationship sex is already on an out of this worldly level? It can only get better as we get more familiar with each other, am I right? I can't say it's not a little embarrassing that my sex life is on display for the whole of DC to see, but it is what it is."
"Are we even now?" I asked. This should be entertaining.
"Um, no. Not a chance." Emily replied flirtatiously, "I told you to brush your teeth because you had morning breath. You sent me out into the nation's capitol in a busy restaurant, mid-day, on a weekend, to display the fact that I had sex last night. They're, you know, just a little bit different."
"Any thoughts on how you are going to cover that up?" Garcia asked genuinely concerned.
Emily set her glass back down that she had just risen to her lips to get both my and Penelope's attention before asking, "how bad is it?"
"Well, it looks bad enough that I can tell just by looking at it; the person on the giving end of it was having a really, really good time." I replied.
"Fair enough. I'd like to try to hide it as much as possible at work. I have to look professional, and something tells me this isn't."
"We'll figure something out. I promise." I stated before leaning over to give her a kiss. I whispered in her ear, "Remember what you said about wanting me to remember your fingers inside me? Watching them on your neck when you felt my teeth marks on your skin was such a turn on."
Garcia, oblivious to what I had just said was looking around animatedly, "What's it take to get a little service around here, anyway?"
