Disclaimer: Fact, I don't own Criminal Minds.

JJ's POV

Emily lay down on my sofa taking up as much room as her small body would possibly allow. So typical, I think to myself. Instead of telling her to move so I can sit down, I just proceed to climb over top of her. The sofa isn't tremendously deep, but it's enough to where I can lay the left half of my body on the back of the cushion and allow the rest of my body to drape across hers.

"You were hogging the couch; I had to improvise. I figured you wouldn't mind." I say to her, grinning.

"Not at all. In fact, I think it's perfect." She says, picking her head up slightly to kiss the top of my head. I assume it's the only part she can reach in her current position. We lay there together for 10, maybe 15 minutes before she decides to shift to her side too. Now we're facing each other and she looks like she's up to something. I can see the cogs turning in her mind.

She speaks quietly given our close distance, "I love you Jennifer and there's no where in this world I'd rather be than right here. Kissing you." It's sweet. Really sweet, actually; I won't give her the satisfaction of knowing that right now though.

"You can stop trying, baby. I was already planning on having sex with you after the movie." I tell her with a wink before beginning an assault on her neck. Luckily for her it's the opposite side from where I've already bruised her.

She stops me momentarily, "Please baby, no more marks. Anywhere from my shoulders or collarbone down is fair game right now." Her eyes flutter closed, "I don't want everyone thinking that I spent my first weekend off in months doing nothing but getting fucked."

The way she says 'getting fucked' sends a jolt of arousal through my body directly to my core. There's a time for slow, gentle, love-making, and there's a time for passionate, dirty, adulterated sex. That's what I want tonight.

She unbuttoned my pants and stealthily positioned her knee between my legs, prying them open ever so slightly. She dropped her left hand between my legs, gripping my pussy with conviction. It felt like she was trying to pull it from me. I slid my hand under her shirt, running my fingers down her back. My nails leaving trails along her skin. I could feel her pinching the lips of my pussy through my panties. It hurt but when she let go, all I wanted was that pain back. I knew I was on the verge of coming already, but I just couldn't help myself. I wanted more and didn't want to wait until after the movie.

I grabbed ahold of her crotch through her pants, squeezing it. Then I pushed back harshly, knowing the tingling feeling dancing along her pussy when I let go; silently begging for my grip. I shoved myself at her, pushing my hips in the direction of her hand.

She whispered fiercely, barely able to get the words out, "We need to get to the cinema. The 7 o'clock showing is going to start."

I didn't respond verbally, instead I unzipped her pants and slid my hand inside. She tried clumsily to push my hand away, but quickly gave up, leaning her head back, panting as my hand started rubbing with feverish intensity. Watching the look on her face, I suddenly realized what I was doing. I made such a big deal about this date and she was trying to see it to fruition. I pulled my hand back and closed up my own pants.

Emily sat up and looked at me, eyes completely glazed over, wetness glistening through the opening at the front of her pants.

I said calmly, "You're right, we can't keep going. We need to get to the movie."

She leaned over and tried to slip her hand through the gap between the buttons of my shirt, rubbing herself against my leg, but I blocked her advance and shook my head. I looked at her face, still flushed, and smiled to myself. I had almost forgotten how much fun all of this could be.

Upon arrival at the theater, we chose an action flick that bombed and assaulted its way across the screen. Captivating enough to provide a distracting plot, but not sensational enough that we'd mind missing large bits of dialogue while sending tongues inside mouths and hands inside or under shirts.

Knowing that our level of frustration may lead to some inappropriate behavior, we found seats in the back; in the far corner where the usual Saturday night crowd wouldn't mind if pants got unzipped and shirts unbuttoned.

Of course, both of these things happened before the previews were even finished.

Our popcorn remained overlooked as Emily's hands gently, then increasingly more firm, rubbed my breasts. I leaned back against the seat, particularly oblivious to the bass being output through the audio system. What had my attention was the straight line of electricity running from my chest to my pussy. Sensing my growing heat, she pushed my shirt open wider, pulled my bra down, and slipped her tongue around my nipple.

"Oh God," I whispered, tensing my thighs and pointing my toes. I let myself slip farther into the seat not wanting to allow the wetness to become visible on the outside of my pants. The moisture inside me was seeping through the lips of my pussy and into my panties.

Emily ran her hand down my stomach, across my waist, and underneath my waistband fluently popping open the button and dropping the zipper. She slid her hand between my legs; and as much as I knew it would make the remainder of the movie boundless, I arched toward her. I pressed my crotch against her hand desperate to experience the fulfillment of her fingers against my pussy.

I lasted about four agonizing seconds before I couldn't even see straight anymore. I wanted her fingers inside me. Emptiness began consuming me and I couldn't wait a second longer. I pulled my pants down to my knees and tugged my underwear to one side.

"Please baby," I whispered hotly.

A smile hinted across Emily's face. She gazed at me, and without taking her eyes off my face; she pressed one then two fingers inside of me. I couldn't help it, I moaned, bowing my hips down around her hand. No one seemed to take note, fascinated as they were by the audio assault of the flick.

Ever so slowly, she began to glide her fingers in and out of me. I made an attempt to reach for her pants, but just as my fingers brushed the edge of her zipper, Emily thrust her fingers deep into me causing my hand to fall limply at my side.

Her fingers eased out, pondering for a moment near my clit; then reaching their way back in, pressing against my G-spot before sliding back out. My head leaned back against the edge of the seat, eyes closed, small orbs of white light waltzing through my head.

My body managed to be both perfectly taut and entirely useless at the same time. Every pore in my body motioning up and down to Emily's perfect rhythm. As her rhythm grew faster, the white lights increased their pace, my fingers gripped my seat. She worked her fingers in and out with professional efficiency, and I lay back praying for more.

Every part of me was ready and aching, a heavenly tingling running from head to toe, fixating between my legs. Emily slid her other hand up my stomach and attached herself to my nipple. Pinching it lightly; sending me into a tunnel of white lights and a quiet roaring in my ears.

Just as everything began to harmonize – the white lights, the quiet roar, the endless tingling, the unmistakable fingers – she stopped, her index finger gently pressed against my G-spot. I froze – the quiet roar now muted, the white lights on pause, the fingers stilling – and waited with everything on hold. Then, with the precision of a surgeon, Emily pulled her fingers out, licked them, and gazed calmly at me.

I wanted to scream. Literally scream. I took a deep breath. The deepest breath I've ever taken and waited for her to return everything to order.

Once I grasped a hold of all of my senses, recovering from the crag Emily coaxed me toward before abandoning me, I breathed again, pretending to be captivated by the movie we'd come to see.

I fixed my eyes on the screen, watching some broad-chested man, whom I presume was the star of the movie, run down a wet alleyway, both guns drawn, feeling Emily's eyes all over me. I ignored her. I would have my revenge for this.

I waited until after the alley scene was over with, until after the star had wrestled some dirty, leather-clad bad-guy to the ground and handcuffed him, until after the booking at the small town police station, until after the lonely drink at a quiet bar where we try to sympathize with our emotionally pained star, until after the obligatory sex scene with a rescued call-girl.

After all of those scenes had passed, during which time I stared ahead, eating my popcorn and acting as though nothing perverse was running through my brain. Only then did I slowly reach my arm through Emily's. I reached my arm through hers and rested it, casually, on the inside of her thigh.

I could feel Emily's eyes peering over at me, but I was too busy staring straight ahead to make eye contact.

I waited until after another scene, one polluted with some inconsequential high-speed car chase, and that's when I made my move. My hand crept up Emily's thigh, making its way between her legs, then intentionally ceasing moving for an instant, just long enough to make sure she wondered if I'd keep ascending. Then my fingers found her dress-slack covered pussy. As I expected, it was wet through both her panties and pants. I decided to increase the pressure and began to rub.

I moved to lean my head onto Emily's right shoulder nonchalantly, continuing to add pressure while I rubbed her through her pants. After several more hot seconds, I whispered into her ear, "If you were planning on being gentle tonight, baby," I paused to ensure she was listening while continuing my slow movements against her pussy. I demanded, "Don't."

Emily took in a breath slowly to steady her thoughts before speaking to me, "Wow. That is quite possibly the sexiest thing you've ever said, Jennifer."

Her breath continued to grow louder and faster as my hand moved harder and faster. I pressed my fingers onto her, hard, feeling them around either side of her clit pressed tightly against her panties; her wetness becoming even more noticeable against the soft fabric.

At the point I thought she'd spontaneously combust. When her breathing couldn't get any faster, I reached over and grabbed hold of her zipper and pulled it down. She sighed with gratification matched only by the relief of release.

I ran my mouth around her protruding clit. Gently moving my tongue around it, pulling it, sucking it, lightly grazing with my teeth. I gave her about two minutes of warm, wet, indulgence before sitting up, wiping my mouth and grabbing a handful of popcorn. I had a feature presentation to get back to.

Emily lay back in her seat a while longer, unmoving, not opening her eyes, just concentrating on breathing steadily. I ignored her. Well, actually I pretended to ignore her while stealthily noticing her every move. After her breath returned to normal, she sat up and zipped herself back together. She leaned over and gave me a quick kiss on my cheek before asking for some popcorn.

We're a perfect tandem, I thought to myself.

When the movie finished, we were seated together much like any other respectable 30-something couple; popcorn exhausted, arms interlocked, enjoying the adventures of our star and his bodacious starlet.

We slowly got up as closing credits began, donning our coats and filing out with the rest of the respectable citizens of Alexandria, Virginia.

We both checked our watches, 9:43 pm. Time to head home to satisfy the aching we'd been building inside each other over the course of the evening.