"Alright, ladies! That's it for today!"

Emily sighed heavily, climbing to her feet and swiping a hand over her messy ponytail. She hated yoga. Well, she liked doing yoga, but she hated the culture of yoga. There were probably people who enjoyed sweating in public together to calming music, but Emily was not one of them. Unfortunately, it was one of the few 'acceptable' forms of exercise for socialites, and there was no way in hell she was getting on a spin bike.

Squatting, she began to roll her mat. Beside her, Tsia did the same. The other woman looked stunning, glowing instead of sweating and barely out of breath. Emily was amazed and more than a little bit jealous.

"How do you do it?" she asked, velcroing her mat shut and standing with a groan. "Every class, I look like a pig and you look perfect."

Tsia laughed lightly, slinging the strap of her mat over her shoulder and heading for the door. "I workout outside of class," she answered, leading them to the row of benches along the wall. "You should consider it."

"I workout…" Emily said, only half-lying. Sex counted as exercise, right? "I end up sweaty every time."

Shooting her a sharp look, Tsia didn't reply. The two women pulled sweatpants on over their spandex shorts and slipped into t-shirts and sweaters. It was February 14th and still cold in DC. Once they'd finished bundling up, they grabbed their mats and left the studio.

"I'm not telling you what to do," Tsia began, slipping her sunglasses on, "but you really shouldn't be seeing someone on the side."

Snorting, Emily just shook her head. "You think Farkas isn't?"

"Of course he is, but you aren't him. You're his wife."

They stopped at a crosswalk and waited for the light to change. Emily was beginning to hate the word 'wife'. She'd never wanted to be one before, but now she was tempted to lobby against marriage altogether. No one deserved to be chained to a husband.

"Has anyone said anything?" Emily turned a sharp glare at Tsia. "Clyde? Sean? Jeremy? Higher ups?" She waited a moment, but Tsia's mouth just tightened. The light changed and they crossed the street. "I know what I'm doing, Tsia. I wouldn't put this mission in danger. I just… I've been undercover for a long time and I just need something of my own."

"So you hire an escort?"

Emily sighed heavily. "It's nice to go to someone else's apartment and just have a good time. That's all it is - a good time. We act like we're girlfriends, have sex, talk about nothing. That's it. I'm not falling in love. I haven't forgotten the mission. I'm even using my own money."

"I get it," Tsia assured her. "Really, I do, but… Just be careful. Okay? We can do a background search on her."

"Tsia, no." Emily slowed to a stop in front of their usual brunch spot. "She's not involved in this. Please. Leave me one thing that isn't about work. Please?"

Hesitating, Tsia looked around at the people walking by. After a moment, she nodded and sighed. "Fine, but if you get even one whiff of trouble, I'm pulling the plug."

"I'll pull the plug myself," Emily assured her, grinning. "Now… Mimosas?"

Emily tapped her toe nervously, listening to the sound of her dress shoes on the sidewalk. She'd arrived at the restaurant almost half an hour early, but she'd been ready for more than an hour, just pacing at home. She figured that she could remove 'being late' from her list of reasons to panic.

The day before, she'd taken a risk and sent art supplies to JJ's apartment, along with a card. The entire week before, she had debated with herself. Part of her couldn't get over her loss of control in bed. She'd been dangerous, almost feeling like Lauren again in her rage. However, another, larger, part of her had missed JJ's company.

The whole week while she'd been having silent meals with Gabor and wandering around the city doing nothing, she'd thought about JJ's promise. In the bathtub, when Emily had cried like an idiot, JJ had promised to show her how wonderful she was. It was so stupid to be hung up on a promise from someone she was paying to spend time with her, but JJ had a way of sounding so sincere.

Even if it wasn't JJ that she was seeing, Emily needed the company. She had told Tsia that she needed something other than work and that had been true. Emily needed the outlet. JJ was just the one she chose.

As soon as she spotted JJ getting out of a taxi across the street, Emily knew she was lying to herself. In the orange streetlights, JJ glowed like a goddess. Her blonde hair hung loose around her shoulders, creating a halo, and she wore the gold dress that Emily had bought her just a week ago. Maybe it was because it had been a while since she'd seen her, but Emily was breathless at the sight of her date.

JJ looked both ways before gathering her skirts and crossing the street. Emily had to remind herself that they were in public and that she hadn't earned the right to kiss and touch JJ again. Still, she really, really wanted to.

She'd really missed JJ. She missed the easy conversation, the cuddling, the closeness. That's what was so dangerous about the blonde. She may not be a spy or a sex trafficker, but she was lethal to Emily's job. If she'd had her choice, Emily would move in with JJ today and forget about the world.

Emily shoved her hands into her pockets, smiling at JJ as she wrapped her hand around the small gift she'd brought. Stepping onto the sidewalk, JJ grinned at Emily. She smoothed her skirt carefully, and Emily saw that she was wearing the necklace Emily bought her for their trip to the Kennedy Center.

"Hello," JJ said softly. "It's good to see you."

"You, too," Emily replied with a nervous smile. "You look amazing. As always."

JJ tucked her hair behind her ear, blushing. "So do you. I like your suit."

Looking down at herself, Emily wasn't sure what JJ saw in her. She'd worn a black suit with a pale blue shirt and black tie. It was simple. She had been worried that it was too simple, but JJ had desire in her eyes. Emily shrugged awkwardly and scuffed her boot on the ground.

"Thank you." She offered her elbow, figuring that was a safe option. "Shall we go in?"

"Let's," JJ replied in the same formal tone.

She took Emily's elbow and let Emily lead her into the restaurant. It didn't take them long to be seated. Emily couldn't take her eyes away from JJ and ordered a pitcher of Sangria distractedly. As soon as the waitress walked away, Emily realized what she'd done and blushed.

"Oh my god," she breathed, "I'm so sorry! I just ordered for you."

"It's ok," JJ chuckled. She raised an eyebrow. "Someone was focused on other things."

Emily's blush deepened and sat back in her seat. "I was. I'll be better about that. I want you to know that I expect absolutely nothing tonight other than dinner. Of course, you could leave right now if you wanted to. I hope you don't, but you definitely can."

She trailed off when JJ started laughing. The blonde covered her mouth with her hands, shoulders shaking with the effort not to cackle. Emily wasn't sure what was so funny about her attempt to make sure JJ was comfortable. The sangria arrived and Emily poured them both a glass as JJ got herself under control.

"You're cute!" JJ finally managed, grinning. "I'm not going to walk out on dinner." She took a deep breath and calmed herself, meeting Emily's eyes with a sense of purpose. "I can't promise anything afterward, though."

"Of course," Emily replied quickly, feeling herself relax at JJ's honesty. "One step at a time."

"One step at a time."

JJ picked up her glass and Emily followed suit. They gently clinked their glasses together before taking a sip. The sangria was sweet on Emily's tongue, fruity and pleasant. JJ hummed happily as she put her glass down.

"A good choice," she said decisively. "I forgive your boldness."

After that, they settled into easy conversation, catching up on their week apart. JJ had spent most of the time trying new recipes, reading books, and sleeping. Emily had gone to a couple museums, had lunch with her friends, and practiced piano. It was a nice conversation, but very surface level.

When they were almost finished with their food, the conversation lulled and Emily took the opportunity to just take JJ in. Her lips were slightly stained by the sangria, making her look more human and more beautiful. The necklace that Emily had gotten her laid flat against her chest, shining in the dim light of the restaurant and drawing attention to the dip of her breasts. Emily's eyes dropped to JJ's hands and she realized that the blonde was wearing gold nail polish, the shimmer catching the light, too.

JJ was dangerous, Emily reminded herself as she sipped her drink. The other woman had a way of making Emily open up and talk about herself. She was alluring and interesting and Emily knew that JJ was someone she could come to care about.

"So," JJ said, putting her utensils down and picking up her glass, "do you have any fun Valentine's Day stories?"

"Fun?" Emily repeated, lifting an eyebrow. "Is that what we're calling it?"

JJ giggled, shrugging. "You caught me. Any terrible Valentine's Day stories?"

"Let me think… Well, there was this boy in middle school…" Emily trailed off, remembering her terrible date in Rome. "Benny," she continued. "Benicio."

"Ooh," JJ teased, "an Italian boy?"

Emily rolled her eyes. "I was living in Italy at the time, so dating an Italian wasn't exactly exciting."

"That's fair. What was so bad about the date?"

"Um… Everything?" Emily joked, grinning. She sat back in her seat, taking a drink as she watched JJ smile. "We went to see a movie and-"

"Which movie?" JJ interrupted, pointing a finger at Emily. "Details!"

Emily put her glass down and crossed her arms. "Ok… It was 26 years ago, you know." She thought for a moment. "It was Tron, I think. Probably the Italian dub. Satisfied?"

"Yes. Continue."

"Thank you." Emily shook her head, but her annoyed act was ruined because she couldn't hold back a smile. "Benny and I went to the movie theater with his older sister because we needed a chaperone. She sat a few rows back and was definitely not watching us. He tried to French me, which was very unexpected and unappreciated."

JJ's nose wrinkled. "Ew. Middle school boy kisses? No, thank you."

Wondering what that could mean, Emily decided that it was best just to ask. "Do you have any bad Valentine's Day stories? Preferably middle school ones to balance mine out."

"Not really," JJ answered. She took a quick drink and set her glass down. Setting her elbow on the table, she dropped her chin onto her hand. "I didn't date much until college. I wasn't really in the best place after Ros, and I was determined to get out of town. So, no dating."

Emily remembered that JJ's sister had died when she was 11 and felt like an asshole for asking about her childhood love life. "I'm so sorry," she apologized, wincing. "I forgot. I shouldn't have asked."

"It's ok," JJ replied with a sad smile. "You can tell me another one to make it up to me."

"I guess that's a fair trade," Emily agreed easily. She tapped her chin as she tried to remember another bad Valentine's Day date. A memory returned to her. "I had a really bad Valentine's Day date in grad school," she said, shaking her head. "Mother was still in control of my finances, so I was beholden to her. She made me take out this senator's son and he took me to the worst Italian restaurant and then said I had to sleep with him because it was so expensive." She rolled her eyes. "It didn't work."

"Maybe you should avoid Italy," JJ joked, grinning. "Seems like you have a lot of bad experiences with the nation as a whole."

Memories of her time in Tuscany with Doyle flooded Emily's mind and she had to close her eyes. She still hadn't entirely processed her time as Lauren. Jumping straight back to being Emily had been a relief, but being undercover again meant that she couldn't take the time to parse her feelings on the experience.

A large part of her wanted to ignore it forever. Maybe, if she just didn't talk about it, she would never have to deal with it. Maybe, one day, she could tell JJ about it and get the other woman's perspective. Emily wanted JJ beside her forever.

"Emily?"

Blinking her eyes open, Emily stared across the table at JJ, frowning when she saw the blonde's worried look. "I'm sorry? I… was just thinking about… something."

"About Italy?" JJ asked quietly. She reached across the table to take one of Emily's hands in her own. "Did I say something wrong?"

"No," Emily assured her. She sucked in a sharp breath and sat up straight, forcing a smile onto her face. "No, you didn't. I guess Italians are a bit of a trigger for me. Thank god we went to a Spanish restaurant, huh?"

JJ's frown deepened as she squeezed Emily's hand. "You can talk to me about it, Emily. I want to be here for you."

"Do you?" Emily sighed. She leaned forward, taking JJ's other hand in hers. "Can I ask you a question?"

"Of course."

"I'm serious." Looking into JJ's sky blue eyes, Emily did her best to project her sincerity. "Can I ask you a question? As a real person? Can we just drop the acting and the business and the game for a moment? Please?"

JJ's eyelashes fluttered. She licked her lips and nodded. "Yes."

Deciding to believe her, Emily nodded back. "Do you really want to keep seeing me? I know this is a business relationship, but I don't want you to feel like you have to keep me as a client. I really, really want you to be comfortable. So, please - think about yourself and tell me if you want us to do this, or you want us to part ways."

JJ looked stunned, her eyes wide and hands loose in Emily's. She bit her lip. Emily hoped that JJ would say that they could stay together, but she wasn't going to fight it if she decided otherwise. Emily just didn't want any more miscommunication. She wanted them to move forward on the same page.

"Yes," JJ whispered, blinking. She clasped Emily's hands again and smiled. "Yes, Emily. I want to be with you."

"You're sure?"

"Absolutely." Smile spreading into a grin, JJ tilted her head. "Thank you for that. It really means a lot. I don't usually feel seen in the way that you see me."

Emily chuckled with relief, feeling warm now that she knew JJ really did want to see her again. "I feel the same way. It's really nice to talk openly and honestly. I haven't met many women like you."

A shadow passed over JJ's face, but it disappeared before Emily could figure it out. "You know how to flatter me," JJ teased, wrinkling her nose. "Telling me I'm one of a kind."

"You are!" Emily insisted. "I've known women who tried to be what you are. It always ended poorly with one of us making a mistake and getting upset. I…" She hesitated for a moment before sighing and settling on a half-truth. "I had just gotten out of a bad relationship before I met Gabor. It… changed me. I'm still not sure if it was for the better." Meeting JJ's eyes, she saw something inscrutable. "And the last two years have been... rough, too. You're the first nice person I've met in a while. I'm happy to have found you."

JJ smiled, but Emily could see something in her eyes that made her nervous. Maybe she'd been too earnest. Maybe she'd said too much. They'd had their moment of vulnerability, but maybe it had passed. Then, JJ blinked and the look disappeared.

"I've never met anyone like you either," JJ said quietly, brushing her thumbs over Emily's hands. "It's different and new."

"Good different?" Emily asked hopefully.

JJ nodded. "Yeah. Really good."

Despite the hesitation in her voice, Emily decided to believe her. She decided to trust that JJ would tell her if something was wrong. Maybe it was because of how much she craved a real, human connection, or because of how much she missed sleeping with women, but she just couldn't listen to the small voice in her head that was telling her to be careful.

Releasing JJ's hands, Emily sat back in her seat again. "Do you want to order anything else? Or, are you done?"

"I think I'm done," JJ answered, lifting a shoulder. "Everything was amazing. I can see why you love this restaurant."

"Oh!" Emily gasped, leaning to the side to pull out the small box in her pocket. "I almost forgot your gift."

JJ grinned. "The art supplies weren't the gift?"

"They were a gift," Emily conceded, "but this is my Valentine's Day gift to you."

She handed the small box to JJ across the table, smiling when their fingers brushed. JJ flashed her another smile before carefully opening the gold wrapping paper. Inside the plain white box was a pair of earrings. Emily had chosen something simple, but elegant. Each earring was a string of diamonds set into the same gold as JJ's necklace. Seeing them beside the necklace made Emily feel better. She hadn't had the necklace to compare, but it seemed to match.

"Emily," JJ breathed, looking up at her with wide eyes, "they're beautiful. Thank you so much."

"I'm glad you like them," Emily sighed happily. She tucked her hair behind her ear, blushing. "I wanted to get you something nice."

JJ looked over the earrings again, running a finger over them. "I love them." She blushed and glanced at Emily through her lashes. "Do you want to come back to my apartment? We can have a drink?"

"Well, if I knew all it would take was a gift…"

"Oh, shut up," JJ chuckled, rolling her eyes. "I was ready to ask you earlier, but you got serious on me." Emily's eyelashes fluttered as she tried to tell if JJ was seriously upset about the tone shift. "I'm kidding," JJ told her gently. "It's really nice that you care about my comfort so much. That's why I'm asking to spend more time with you tonight."

Emily nodded, telling herself to relax. Hadn't JJ asked her over the night before? That had been right after she'd read the card and seen the art supplies. The distance of a day had given her time to remember Emily's loss of control. Still, JJ was asking her to come over again. They could rebuild their trust.

"Okay," Emily agreed, smiling. "I'd love to have a drink with you."

A short taxi ride later, Emily followed JJ out of the elevator and they began the walk to JJ's apartment. She saw a couple of packages sitting in front of the door. Suddenly, she remembered the other gifts she'd bought JJ and blushed a deep red.

"Oh," Emily said, pushing a hand through her hair, "I forgot that I got you a couple more things."

"More?" JJ asked incredulously, glancing at Emily before picking up her pace. "You really didn't need to."

"I wanted to." Emily reached the door as JJ was unlocking it. "I also thought that you'd end the night at dinner and I wouldn't be here when you saw them."

JJ laughed at her and opened her door, carefully squatting to pick up the small cube-shaped package. "Didn't want me to tease you in person?"

Picking up the second package, she carried the large, flat package inside. "You deserve nice things," Emily defended, "and I can give them to you, so I'm going to."

Smiling, JJ put her package down on the kitchen counter and went to Emily. She put a delicate hand under Emily's chin, turning her face toward hers, and pressed a light kiss to Emily's lips. The smell of JJ's perfume and the feel of her soft lips made Emily dizzy.

"Should I open them now?" JJ asked her, pulling away. She winked at Emily. "I won't tease you too much."

Emily chuckled and gestured toward JJ's coat. "Get comfortable first. I'll hang your coat and scarf up."

"Such a gentleman."

Turning around, JJ shrugged out of her coat, letting Emily take it from her. Then, she unwrapped her scarf and handed that over, too. Emily saw her shiver slightly as her bare skin was exposed to the cool air in the apartment. She hung JJ's things up on the coat rack before taking off her own coat and blazer and hanging them, too.

"Which should I open first?" JJ asked, glancing between the large package Emily had leaned against the couch and the small package on the counter. "Does it matter?"

"Open this one first," she answered, nodding toward the big package as she pulled a hair tie from her pocket and began tying her hair up in a ponytail. "I hope you like it."

JJ clapped excitedly and went to the brown-paper wrapped gift. She opened it carefully, revealing first a gold frame and then the painting inside. Gasping, she quickly ripped off the rest of the paper and stepped back to take the painting in.

It was an original by one of Emily's favorite DC artists. Instead of a bouquet of flowers, Emily had bought JJ a painting of a garden. The colors were rich and deep and butterflies swirled through a perfectly blue sky. Clasping her hands nervously, Emily waited for JJ to reply.

"You make this so difficult," JJ muttered quietly. She looked at Emily with watery eyes. "Thank you. I really love it."

"What do I make difficult?"

JJ shrugged, wrapping her arms around herself. "Keeping my distance. I want to be close to you, but…"

"You're worried," Emily finished, shoving her hands into her pockets. Her ponytail swung slightly as she nodded. "I understand. Really. We don't have to do anything. I can go right now. Maybe we just hang out for a while. That would be fine by me, too."

"See?" JJ sniffed. "There you go again."

Emily smiled, knowing that she felt just as conflicted about JJ. She hoped that JJ wanted to spend time with Emily more than she wanted to be safe. To break the tension, Emily went to the counter where her second present was.

"I'm going to open this one for you," she told JJ, ripping it open. "It's a mixed box of baked goods. I remembered how much you loved the ones I bought you for breakfast, and I got you more. You can have them for breakfast."

JJ dropped her arm and closed the distance between them, wrapping her arms around Emily's neck and crashing their lips together. Immediately, Emily swept JJ up, holding her close. Their kiss was as soft as it was passionate, slow and safe and full of affection and longing.

Emily had spent the entire week thinking about JJ's kiss, but she hadn't quite realized the depth of her need until they were kissing. She knew, she knew, that it was infatuation, that it was just lust, but it was so good in the moment that her rational thoughts were whisked away. JJ's tongue pushed into her mouth and she had to fight to keep herself from throwing the other woman over her shoulder and carrying her into the bedroom.

"JJ," Emily gasped, tearing her mouth away. "We have to stop."

"Why?" JJ moaned. She began to loosen Emily's tie. "I want this."

"Are you sure?"

"More than anything."

Using her grip on the loose fabric, JJ tugged Emily forward again and kissed her. The small pull sent heat through Emily, making her tighten her grip on the blonde. She realized that as much as JJ needed to trust her, she needed to trust JJ, too. If the blonde said she wanted this, then Emily had to believe it.

"Sex?" Emily asked, just to confirm. "Or just kissing?"

"Sex, Emily," was the frustrated response. JJ ripped open Emily's button down. "I want you to fuck me. Is that clear enough?"

Growling, Emily slid her hands into the slit of JJ's gown and grabbed her hips. She lifted the other woman, who got the message and wrapped her legs around Emily's waist. They made their way to JJ's bedroom, Emily keeping one arm out to protect JJ from the walls. She didn't want a single mark on her tonight.

When they got into the bedroom, Emily put JJ down on the edge of the bed. Kneeling on the floor, not caring if her suit got scuffed, she took JJ's heels off. She carefully set them aside and gently lifted one of JJ's perfect legs.

Emily kissed the inside of her delicate ankle, trailing her lips up to her knee. She switched her focus to JJ's other leg, moving aside the gold cloth of her gown to press her lips against the soft skin of JJ's thigh. Above her, JJ gasped and spread her legs, giving Emily more access.

Glancing up, Emily slid her hands up JJ's thigh and curled her fingers over the waistband of her lace underwear. "Is this ok?" Emily asked softly. "I'd love to taste you."

"Please," JJ sighed, resting her hands on the bed behind her so she could lift her hips.

Emily took her underwear off quickly, tossing it aside without a care. She moved forward, hands gripping JJ's hips. Tugging JJ toward the edge of the bed, Emily leaned in.

Her tongue slipped easily through JJ's arousal and she began to salivate immediately. JJ fell back onto the bed with a moan, hands fisting in the sheets. Emily spread JJ's thighs wide, lapping up every drop of wetness with a happy sigh.

As much as she'd missed JJ's kisses, she'd missed her taste more. Emily easily lost herself in the smell, taste, and feel of JJ, her face growing wet and warm. This is exactly what she needed, what she'd been craving all week. Still, she reminded herself that this wasn't about her.

Emily wasn't here to take. She was here to give. As much as she loved using JJ, she wanted to show that JJ wasn't just a toy. Emily didn't need every encounter to be rough. She didn't need to be in charge all the time. What she needed to do was focus on the woman she was with.

Before, Emily made JJ feel good to satisfy herself. It was about having the sex that she'd been missing. Now, Emily cared about JJ as a person, not just an attractive woman. She wanted Jennifer to feel good.

"Emily," JJ moaned, lifting herself onto her elbows so she could stare down her body at the woman between her legs. "That feels so good." She wrapped a hand around Emily's ponytail, holding her in place. "God, you're so good at that."

The praise made Emily work harder, tongue pushing into JJ and drawing out a throaty moan. JJ watched her, eyes dark and chest heaving. The low cut gown showed off the flush of her chest and the gold necklace seemed to shine against it. Emily sucked JJ's clit, making her hand tighten its grip.

"Just like that," JJ purred. "You look so good on your knees, Emily. My big, strong top on her knees."

Emily moaned, eyes falling shut. The gravel in JJ's voice and the hand on her hair was driving her crazy. She worked harder, desperate to make JJ come. This was her purpose, to make JJ feel good. What was the point in being a top if she didn't make her bottom happy?

JJ came suddenly, releasing Emily to fall back onto the bed. Emily kept working, licking JJ clean. Finally, JJ pushed her head away, gripping it tightly and pulling her to her feet.

They kissed again and JJ moaned as she tasted herself on Emily's tongue. JJ deftly opened Emily's belt, yanking down the zipper and shoving her hand into her pants. Her fingers teased Emily through her underwear, teeth sinking into Emily's bottom lip. When Emily groaned, JJ grinned and leaned back.

"So wet," JJ teased, tilting her head. "I bet it wouldn't take long to make you come, would it?"

Emily could only shake her head, hands resting on JJ's shoulder. Even through her underwear, JJ's fingers felt amazing. The gentle pressure wasn't enough to make her come, but it still felt so good. JJ sighed regretfully and took her hand back.

"Unfortunately," she said, looking up at Emily innocently, "I don't think you've earned it, yet. Your apology hasn't quite sunk in."

Swallowing a whimper, Emily swayed forward before pulling away. "What do I need to do?" she asked, knowing she sounded pathetic. "Tell me what you want me to do."

"What I want…" JJ suddenly blushed, glancing over her shoulder at the lamp beside her bed. It was off, and she winced. Recovering, the blonde turned back to Emily, grabbed the sides of her torn shirt, and yanked her down. She brushed the shell of Emily's ear with her lips. "I want you to undress, choose a strapless dildo, and then fuck me with it. If you behave yourself, then I'll let you come."

Nodding hard, Emily tore herself away and went to JJ's closet. She undressed inside, stripping completely and then started tearing through it for a strapless dildo. She found one and pulled out the condoms and lube. Once she'd prepped it, she pushed it inside herself, moaning loudly at the feeling. It took so much strength not to just fuck herself in the closet, but this wasn't about her. This was about JJ and that meant following orders for once in her life.

Leaving the closet, she was unsurprised to find the overhead light off and the lamp on. JJ had stripped, too, and she was kneeling in the center of the bed. She patted the mattress in front of her.

"Come here," she said, pouting. "I miss you."

Emily obeyed, practically leaping onto the bed and crawling to where JJ knelt. The blonde grabbed her dildo as soon as it was in reach, using it to pull her forward. Whimpering, Emily grabbed JJ's shoulders, circling her hips to get some much needed friction.

"None of that," JJ warned, sliding her hand along the dildo to slowly rub Emily's clit. "No coming until I tell you, too."

"JJ," Emily gasped. She jerked her hips back out of the blonde's reach, "you can't tease me if you want me to last."

JJ's eyes narrowed and she grabbed Emily, throwing her to the side onto the bed. Straddling the brunette, she ground down, spreading her wetness on Emily's soft stomach. Leaning forward, JJ wrapped a hand around Emily's neck.

"You're spoiled rotten," JJ growled, carefully tightening her grip and releasing it. "You don't know how to wait for anything do you?"

Shivering, Emily stared up at JJ, seeing the fire in her pale, blue eyes. She'd never seen the blonde like this. Normally, JJ was the perfect sub, giving and obedient and pliable. Now, she was clearly in charge, demanding and powerful. It was the hottest thing that Emily had ever seen.

"I'll do my best," Emily squeaked. "I'll be good for you."

"That's what I like to hear." JJ's glare softened and she kissed Emily softly. "Thank you," she whispered, brushing their noses together. "You're doing so well. I'm sure it's not easy to give up control."

Emily nodded, but she stretched her neck up for another kiss. "I want you to feel safe."

"I do."

Releasing Emily's neck, JJ reached back and took Emily inside herself. Emily watched as the dildo disappeared until JJ was sitting firmly on her hips. She put her hands on JJ's hips, but they were quickly grabbed and shoved into the pillows on either side of her head.

"It's my turn to use you." JJ raised an eyebrow. "You okay with that?" When Emily only nodded, JJ shook her head. "Verbal consent."

"Yes," Emily gasped, bucking her hips up into JJ. "Use me."

JJ started moving. She rocked back and forth on Emily's dick, making it move inside the older woman. Emily bit her lip, holding in a moan and doing her best to focus on JJ instead of her own pleasure. It was difficult, but JJ was already beginning to pant.

The blonde's grip was almost painful on Emily's wrists, but Emily wasn't going to say anything. She could only stare up at JJ and watch as she began to bounce, sliding easily up and down Emily's length. With a groan, JJ let Emily's hands go and sat back, resting her hands on Emily's knees as leverage for her movement.

JJ looked like a goddess, body gleaming with a thin sheen of sweat and voice curling in the air with every move. Keeping her hands in place, Emily watched rapt. She was sure that she could die happy right then and know she had seen everything worth seeing.

"Fuck, Emily," JJ moaned, looking down at her lover. "Stay the night. Sleep with me. I want you to stay near me."

"Of course," Emily answered instantly. She swallowed hard as she felt her orgasm begin to build. "I want to hold you. God, I want to kiss you."

Falling forward, JJ did her best to kiss Emily, but she was trembling and gasping. Emily held her hips, guiding her movement. She knew that JJ had asked her to stay still, but it was impossible to resist touching the woman. Thankfully, JJ didn't push her away.

Instead, she pushed her mouth into Emily's ear. "Fuck me," she begged, "please. I can't- Fuck. I can't."

Emily rolled them over, covering JJ's body with her own and starting a fast rhythm. She knew how JJ liked it, and she was determined to make her come. Pushing away her own orgasm, Emily pressed her forehead to JJ's.

"Emily," JJ moaned, arms wrapping around the other woman. Her nails dug into Emily's back, leaving painful stings that made Emily whimper. "I love how you fuck me." Her eyes threatened to close, but she kept them open so they could look at each other. "You feel so good. You take such good care of me. God, you're gonna make me come. Please, Emily." She locked her ankles behind Emily, clinging on as tightly as she could. "Make me come, baby. Make me-"

She came with a strangled gasp and a strong shiver, sharp nails dragging down Emily's back. The pain mixed perfectly with Emily's pleasure and it took nearly everything she had not to come, too. Sweat beaded her skin and tears pricked the corner of her eyes as she strained against her orgasm.

"Okay," JJ managed, moving her hands to cup Emily's face. "Come for me, Emily. You did so good. You can come."

Emily's orgasm barrelled into her and her muscles rippled. Below her, JJ squirmed moving the dildo against Emily, prolonging her quivers and moans. As soon as she could breathe again, Emily crashed her lips into JJ's kissing her deeply.

They stayed pressed together, Emily still buried deep inside. More than the rough, dangerous sex they had before, Emily felt amazing. Thinking about JJ's pleasure and putting herself second, not because it was fun, but because it was right, had turned her on more than anything. She tried not to draw the conclusion that feelings had made the sex better, because she didn't have feelings for the blonde.

Emily was very aware that she and JJ were only spending time together because of money. She couldn't ever forget that. Because as soon as she did, she'd fall head over heels and it would all be over. JJ had to like her, she had to spend time with her, and she had to kiss Emily like her life depended on it.

A sharp sob escaped Emily and she broke the kiss, sitting back. JJ blinked up at her with a soft smile, but when she saw Emily's face, it disappeared. Scooting backward, JJ let the dildo slip out of her and sat up.

"Hey," she said softly, "talk to me. You promised, remember?"

Emily nodded, wondering how in the world she could say what she was feeling without sounding absolutely pathetic. "I, um… I'm happy you've forgiven me." That was the truth. "I would have been fine if you hadn't." That was a lie. "I would have missed you, though, and I'm glad that I won't have to be fine."

"Me too," JJ said, a soft blush coloring her cheeks. "It would have been okay, but I'm really glad I didn't have to test that." She took a deep breath and pushed her hair from her face. "To be honest, I'm getting used to having you around. I would have missed you, too."

Emily's heart thumped in her chest at the admission. It had taken her one month to catch feelings for someone who was unattainable. Truthfully, she should cut it off just for that reason, in addition to the fact that their relationship jeopardized her mission and her mission put JJ in danger.

There was no way Emily was letting JJ go now. The blonde was exactly what Emily wanted in a woman and if she had to lose that later and deal with the fallout later, then she would. They would be perfect while they lasted.