"So what's going to happen with Elizabeth?" Emily asked, a blanket draped over her shoulders. She was leaning her body against JJ, the blonde's hands protectively over the brunette's waist.
They were sprawled out on the leather sofa in their living room. Hotch sat on the arm of the couch and Rossi was in the recliner. It'd been two days since the wedding, and it was the first time since being home that Emily managed to leave her bed.
"Well, when Beene realized she wasn't sending him a lawyer, he turned on her. He told us where to find the evidence that she was behind the 12 murders, and he gave us blueprints to your apartment filled with Elizabeth's handwritten notes. So we've got her. We've just got to find her."
Emily nodded. "Do you think she'll come after us again?"
Hotch shook his head. "I doubt it. She's probably fled to some foreign country where she won't have to worry about extradition."
Garcia laughed, "Ha! Now who got deported?"
JJ giggled. "So then why is Morgan staying with us?"
Morgan sighed, "Because Rossi and Hotch are over protective. They don't want you guys being left alone until Emily is back on her feet."
"Guys, really… I'm fine. JJ is taking excellent care of me, and it's not that I don't enjoy have you here Morgan- but I'd really like my house back."
"But-"
She shook her head. "No, no arguments. I'm supposed to be on my honeymoon right now, and since that can't happen I want things to go as back to normal as possible. I swear, if you don't get out of my house all three of us are going to start walking around nude."
"Is that supposed to chase me off? Because that might just make me stay, you know." Morgan winked. "But seriously, if you guys are alright I'll get out of your hair."
Rossi put his hands up, "Fine, fine. If you don't want us here, don't come crawling to me when your light bulb goes out and you have no one to change it."
Emily laughed. "Whatever you say, Rossi. You know I love you guys. But I'd really like to take advantage of my wife on this couch without worrying about one of you walking in."
"Hey! I still live here, you know." Garcia whined.
"Yeah, and you've seen it before." JJ chuckled. "You no longer count."
Morgan's jaw dropped. "You seriously don't want to know the mental images going through my head."
Emily rolled her eyes. "Do you guys mind if I go ahead back to bed? These pain killers are kicking my butt."
Rossi looked at his watch, "We should probably get going anyway. Feel better, Prentiss." He flashed them a smile and waited for Hotch as he opened the door.
"Take it easy." Hotch followed behind him.
Emily just started at Morgan. "Well?"
His forehead wrinkled. "What? I thought I'd stay here and entertain JJ while you're sleeping."
JJ turned pink, already knowing what Emily was about to say. "Yeah, that won't be necessary. I'm pretty sure I can take care of that myself." Emily laughed, sliding a hand down the blonde's leg. "But maybe Garcia will want to play with you." She winked.
Garcia squealed, "Yes please!"
Morgan just laughed, turning to Penelope. "Well since we're getting kicked out, do you want to catch a movie?"
Garcia pouted, "But Emily said you'd play with me!" Sighing, she mumbled "Just let me grab a jacket."
Morgan rolled his eyes at the two agents cuddled on the couch. "Have fun!" he winked as they walked out the door.
"I thought they'd never leave!" JJ exhaled heavily, lifting Emily's lips to her own. "I don't think I've been alone with you since the ICU." She smiled. Emily moaned at the feel of JJ's lips on her neck. "Let's go to the bedroom."
She pulled the brunette from the couch cushions and led Emily to their king sized bed. JJ ran her hands through her wife's scalp, gently massaging with her fingers. Emily found herself pulling JJ onto her lap and tearing the shirt over her head. She ran her hands up the blonde's spine, kissing her neck as a moan slipped from JJ's lips.
"Oh, I've missed you." JJ sighed, rolling her head to the side to better expose her skin. Emily graciously took the hint; she smiled at the feel of JJ's trembling body.
Emily ignored the pain in her stomach and flipped the blonde onto the bed, being careful not to hurt JJ's shoulder. In a flash, she flung JJ's jeans to the floor.
JJ shivered at the feel of Emily's warm lips making their way to her waist and between her thighs. She gasped as a finger slid in to her very ready body, her jaw quivering as she begged Emily to go deeper.
Emily moaned as JJ's fingernails dug into her neck; JJ's hips arched to Emily's mouth, her body clenching around the brunette's fingers. She could feel herself coming undone, her body quaking with every plunge Emily made.
Emily collapsed in a heap after JJ finished screaming her name. Breathing heavily, she grazed her lips over the blonde's so JJ could taste herself. She smiled, stroking Emily's hair.
It took a few minutes for her breathing to return to normal, but the pain had grown stronger since stopping. It throbbed like a white flame being beaten into her stomach. She lifted her hand from her side, surprised to find it covered in blood.
JJ's eyes widened. "Emily! Your stitches!" She pulled the shirt to her chest to examine herself. The gunshot wound was what was bleeding; the stiches from the surgery were fine. JJ brought the first aid kit from the bathroom and did her best to patch the gaping the hole with gauze and bandages. Finally, she taped Emily's ribs so the new dressings would hold.
Emily was already asleep by the time she was done. She shook her head and smiled, throwing the kit to the floor. She curled her body into her wife's and rested her head on Emily's shoulder, being careful not to lie on her shoulder.
With both of them asleep and the house empty of its visitors, no one was able to hear the knocking at the door.