It's been a long while - I hope this chapter is ok :S As this story goes - I wanted to flip characters so while they are recognizable they have differences too e.g. JJ is a player - this time its a little surprise with past Emily. This is more a fill in chapter as my muse totally left me with this story - next chapter: their first date! Please R&R - all ideas welcome too! :)
JJ and Emily were snuggled closely under a blanket on Emily's couch. The brunette turned her head and noticed the blonde had fallen asleep. She had only just driven back from Pennsylvania and was obviously exhausted. Emily smiled to herself at just how beautiful and angelic JJ looked while asleep. She felt so blessed, so lucky to have her best friend and...what was she? Emily hadn't thought of that. What was JJ to her? What was she defined as? When JJ needed to be introduced what did she say? This is Jennifer Jareau my...friend, colleague, partner, girlfriend?
The brunette was startled out of her thoughts by a moan escaping the blonde's lips. Obviously she was dreaming about something. Emily smiled lovingly at JJ just glad, after closely inspection, it seemed to be a good dream and not the opposite. With the job they did they were all haunted by nightmares. It was a way to work out the horrors they witnessed to be able to spring back for the next case. Some of the team showed this side more than others. Emily personally didn't discuss how she coped or didn't cope with cases. She was the strong, stoic one of the group in comparison to say Garcia who openly stated her opinions and feelings at the time she had them. The blonde was more like Garcia, whereas Morgan was more like her, probably why they found best friends in each other. And potentially why JJ was so good for her, they cancelled each other out and were stronger in areas the other one lacked. Though there was still a lot to learn about each other.
"Emily...," the blonde moaned in her sleep moving silently, "Don't stop."
Emily nearly died right there. JJ was dreaming about her?
"Oh my God, she's having a sex dream!" Garcia whispered smirking at the couple.
The brunette jumped totally missing the tech's entrance, which in turn made the blonde shuffle in her sleep, moaning loudly and moving her hand to cup Emily's breast. The brunette felt her cheeks burn with a hot fire; a blush filling her face. "Don't you dare PG," Emily growled.
Garcia had taken no time in grabbing her phone and snapping a picture, "One for the wall," she whispered smugly sitting in a chair opposite the couple.
"PG, delete that now," Emily demanded her voice rising a little.
"Hmmm Emily," JJ muttered squeezing her hand making the brunette gasp and close her eyes.
"She's even a player in her sleep," Garcia laughed desperately trying to keep quiet but the silent laughter creating a build up in breath resulting in a loud snort.
"What?" JJ jumped awake with a start. She looked over at Emily immediately noticing she was bright red and her eyes kept flicking down. She followed the brunette's line of sight and saw what she was looking at. "Oh God sorry...I...sorry," she stuttered out quickly pulling her hand away and moving away from her a little.
"Well I definitely know what your favourite part of the female anatomy is," Emily chuckled trying to dissipate the awkwardness. "That's twice you've groped without permission!"
"Our blonde does have a love of mountains," Garcia smirked. "And I think we all know she'd do anything to climb yours!"
"Pen!" JJ exclaimed blushing a bright red. This was all new to Emily; she didn't want to scare her off by going too far, too quickly. Though it was the brunette that had made the joke, "Ok fine, I have a thing for breasts. Happy now?"
The brunette looked at JJ surprised, "If I'd heard you say that months ago I would have fainted. I can't believe I thought you were straight!"
"And you're supposed to give the genius a run for his money!" the tech laughed.
"Hey," the brunette pouted. "She hid it from me!"
"Not when she was gawping across the room at you she didn't," Penelope smirked. "Eyes like saucers staring right at your..."
"I'm still here you know!" JJ exclaimed glaring at them.
"You're both as bad as each other," Garcia smiled. "Took you both long enough to realize your feelings in your own unique style."
The blonde looked at Emily lovingly, took her hand and kissed the top of it, "We certainly did."
Moving into the kitchen the blonde stopped behind the brunette. "How are you feeling baby?" JJ said moving to wrap her arms around Emily's waist from behind.
"A little tired but nothing I can't cope with," Emily said honestly. "And perhaps a little sore," she continued, "But I took my meds to that should die down in a little while."
JJ's mouth fell open against the brunette's shoulder.
"What?" the brunette frowned noticing the reaction in the room.
"I don't think you've ever been that compliant in your life!" the tech exclaimed pouring two glasses of wine for JJ and herself and a glass of juice for Emily and exiting the room.
The blonde smiled and kissed her neck, "I like it."
"I'm not that bad!" Emily exclaimed.
"Don't get upset honey, just in comparison to the rest of the team, you're not very open," JJ said softly playing with her hands still hugging her from behind.
"Says you," the brunette huffs.
"I...Well ok, you have a point there...," JJ thought. While she had kept some things close to her chest; her sexuality to Emily; her sister's death; her Lothario ways, but the brunette was by far more private. "Well then that is something we obviously need to use our dates and alone time to tackle. Tell me one fact about yourself I don't know," JJ smiles.
The brunette turns in JJ's arms, "One fact?" seeing JJ nod, "Right...Er...I speak..."
"Portuguese, I know that now...Russian, Italian, French, Arabic, Spanish...and a little German," JJ recited. "Know that, try again."
Emily looked surprised, "Er...I love..."
"Chess, reading, Kurt Vonnegut, singing, food, science fiction but watch drama and comedy with a secret love of crime TV...and Grey's Anatomy because you love Calzona. Though you thought it was because they were a good couple not because you secretly wanted a bit of girl on girl with me," she winked.
"Wow...I never..," Emily stuttered in disbelief.
"I'm teasing you! Come on Em, there must be something. Try a little deeper, less trivial," the blonde encouraged.
The brunette took a deep breath there was so much she could reveal that she just wasn't ready for; her teen pregnancy, her CIA history..."My...My father left before I was born, I've never met him," she rushed out.
"I'm sorry," JJ said sincerely rushing up to stroke the brunette's face. Despite her sister's death, the blonde's childhood and family life had been pretty idyllic. The only issue she found sometimes had been going a little stir crazy somewhere so small. But East Allegheny was her home; the people her family. She couldn't relate to what that had been like for Emily with a Mother like the Ambassador. Realistically she couldn't even try to as she had no idea, the brunette hadn't told her anything about it except what everyone else on the team already knew.
Emily smiled, "It's okay. I don't know any different."
The blonde leaned forward and pressed her lips gently against the profilers and smiled when she felt the brunette respond. She moaned into the kiss, sometimes this taking it slowly thing killed her. She pulled apart thoroughly confused when the song 'Dedication To My Ex' filled the house loudly, "What is she doing now?"
"Seriously?" JJ exclaimed walking hand in hand with Emily into the living room. "What are you doing here?"
"I came to see Princess obviously," Morgan smiled. "And I bought Chinese," he gestured to the boxes of food on the table.
"Come on," Garcia giggled, "It will be fun and Morgan can judge. And it's supposed to be a good work out. Right Emily?" she raised an eyebrow at her menacingly.
Emily looked in shock, "How did you? I..." she trailed off.
"It's amazing what you reveal when you're high on meds," the tech smirked.
JJ looked quickly back and forth between the others, "Ok I'm missing something here...Explain!"
"When our brunette beauty was young she was very talented," the tech smirked. "Even got some money in Vegas working her wonders. I wonder if Dr Reid saw you perform," she chuckled.
"You pole danced!" JJ exclaimed in shock staring wide-eyed at Emily.
"Well...I...er...," the brunette stuttered out. "Yes," she replied meekly.
"Oh my god!" JJ shouted loudly.
"Technically it's an erotic dancer. I was young and..."
"Hot damn!" Morgan exclaimed with the biggest grin on his face.
"It was a long time ago and I was trying to rebel..."
"You...danced in clubs...with a pole?" the blonde questioned.
Emily winced at the blonde's reaction, "I left home for a while and was a bit wild and..."
"That is fucking hot!" the blonde exclaimed in a lust filled voice.
The brunette looked at her in shock, "What?"
"My girlfriend was an erotic dancer!" JJ said proudly. "And now she's an FBI Agent. Pen how hot is that?"
"I thought you might like it," the tech laughed looking around the room to see if anyone else had noticed her slip. Obviously no one had.
"It doesn't bother you," Emily asked confused. No one knew apart from her boyfriend at the time when she lived in Vegas. Her childhood was hard and it was a way of running away, but more importantly a way of rebelling. What is further from the daughter of an Ambassador than being an erotic dancer in Vegas? She wasn't proud of it, but it was a long time ago and she had turned her life around to get where she was now.
JJ wrapped her arms around the brunette's waist and placed a delicate kiss on her lips. "Not at all! If you did it now, yes. I don't think I could take people looking at you like that but knowing you have those moves and that I might be able to see them...privately," she winked seductively at her, "I would be insane if I was bothered by that."
"Privately?" Garcia pouted. "I want to see too!"
"I wouldn't mind either," Morgan smirked eyeing the pole with a raised eyebrow. "She can dance around my pole any day," he teased.
"Not going to happen," JJ said firmly.
"Come on, once she's healed obviously," the tech pushed back.
The blonde shook her head, "No way!"
Morgan gestured to the pole, "Baby girl bought the pole so therefore we have to get our moneys worth Blondie."
"She's not a client of yours," JJ glared out. "No one apart from me sees that."
Emily stood there looking between the group. She was lost to JJ's reaction. She had never seen her so protective of her and over something so mild. It was a pole in their front room and both Morgan and Garcia were their best friends. Although she really didn't want to give a demonstration; a glass of wine and being silly wouldn't be that bad.
"Just some moves Jayje," the tech looked confused by her friend's reaction. "We aren't planning to fill the room with men and get her to strip!"
"He...is a man," the blonde pointed at Morgan.
He held his hands up defensively, "Ok, ok, a man knows when he's not wanted. I'll check in another time. Enjoy the Chinese ladies," he said disappearing to the exit.
Garcia moved to turn the music off, "I'll go grab some plates."
The brunette walked Morgan leave before turning to look at JJ, obviously unimpressed.
"What?" JJ shrugged.
"Really?" Emily said raising an eyebrow at her.
"Ok, I may have overreacted," the blonde shrugged.
"May have?"
"Did...did overreact," JJ sighed. "I don't like the idea of anyone seeing you like that."
"I wasn't going to do anything," Emily gestured to her arm, "I can't. And even if I could, I wouldn't have."
The blonde pouted, "You're my girlfriend and they were imagining you in compromising positions on that pole, especially Morgan!" She watched Emily break out in a grin, "What?"
"Your girlfriend?" the brunette questioned.