Author's Note: Will is mentioned in this story, but may not really appear, and Emily only 'left' once. JJ still left, and still came back just like on the show, and I'm considering including the plot line for Emily's second departure in later chapters, but I'm not decided on that yet. Anyway, the next two chapters are written in full, minus a little proof-reading, and chapter four is about half done. I'm not going to withhold updates in return for reviews, because that's just mean, but as always, your comments would be very, very appreciated.
Disclaimer: All I own is my imagination.
Chapter One; Some Silver Linings Have A Cloud
It was Henry who saw him first, from his Transformer veiled bedroom window. His little brow furrowed in contemplation as he watched the ominous, slightly shadowed figure through his innocent, blue eyes; his only thought that it was far too cold outside to be playing on the tyre swing.
"Come on, little man." JJ wondered into the room, naturally picking up toys and tossing them into Henry's toy box as she did. "It's time for bed."
Henry continued with his intense stare before looking to JJ with as big of a sigh as his small lungs could muster. "But mommy, I wanna play on the swing too."
It wasn't that she didn't hear the implications in his words but exhaustion, as well as years of practice with a son who isn't fond of bedtime, pushed JJ to assume that the little guy had simply gotten his words jumbled up and was referring to a conversation that she had had with him earlier about playing outside when it's below 30.
"Perhaps tomorrow, sweetie." The blonde replied before patting the bed beside her. "Now, come on. Into bed."
The small boy shook his head in disappointment and reluctantly hopped down off of the window ledge and climbed up into bed, which was unsurprisingly covered in Transformers too.
"Story time!" It seemed that any memory of the tyre swing had long since left his mind.
"Nope." The blonde shook her head. "You had a choice earlier buster, an extra thirty minutes of TV time or a story when I tuck you in."
The four year old simply smiled in response, his blue eyes sparkling mischievously.
Flicking on the small lamp beside the bed, dancing jellyfish showered the walls of the room as JJ pressed a kiss to her son's head and pulled the comforter up around him. "Nice try. Sleep well, Baby Star."
Henry was already in the clutches of sleep as he responded, "Goodnight mommy. You should tell him to put a jacket on so he doesn't get the sniffles."
Beyond tired, she was, but the agent in her never slept, and though her son's sleepy mumblings were probably no more than just that, her instincts pushed her to peak outside. Seeing that there was nothing there but lightly falling snow - a slight confirmation to her earlier theory; Henry loved the snow – she pulled the curtains and left her son's room, leaving the door slightly ajar as she always did.
Back downstairs, JJ poured herself a glass of wine and flopped back onto her sofa just as her phone buzzed in her pocket. Sliding a finger across the screen, she effectively unlocked her phone and opened the text message:
My sheets still smell like you.
She smiled to herself as a memory caused a heat to stir low in her stomach and she immediately hit reply.
That's funny, because I can still feel your fingers against my skin.
She wasn't good at this whole 'sexting' thing, but the recipient had brought something out in her that she never knew she possessed. It didn't take long for the phone to buzz again.
Oh yeah? I think there's somewhere else we'd both rather them be..
She felt like a school girl with a crush, again something that the sender brought out in her each and every time that they made contact, and she sank further down on the sofa as a shy yet somewhat devilish smirk played across her pink lips.
Where would that be, Miss Prentiss?
Closing her eyes, she anticipated a response, her mind flooding with the scent, touch, and feel of her one time and slightly audacious lover, the heat somewhere deep inside her stirring once more until she felt it's physical presence pool between her legs. The next message was opened just as quickly as it appeared on her phone:
I love it when you play innocent. I think I need to fuck that innocence right out of you.
The dominance of the last sentence sent a shot of pleasure right through to JJ's core and if words alone could achieve such a thing, she was certain that she would have come right in that instant, but the second message came through before she was even done recovering from the first:
I want you to slowly lift your skirt – I know you're still wearing it. Most people would opt for comfier clothes after leaving the office, but I think you like the thought of what I would do to you if I by chance stopped by your house.
JJ couldn't help but giggle. Damn profilers, she thought. The brunette couldn't have been more correct, though. She'd been home for hours and yet she was still wearing the same black, pencil skirt and white shirt that she had worn for work that day. She knew that Emily loved to see her in skirts, and it was true that her motivation for still wearing it now was purely for that reason. It was also true that the older woman would never simply turn up at her house essentially just to fuck her – they were taking this as slow as possible given the logistics of entering into a relationship with a co-worker. But the fantasy still held strong – so strong that it would stay with her long after she had crawled into bed and allowed her fingertips to glide along an aching clit; long after she came hard with Emily's name on her lips and a somehow increased longing between her thighs - and because of that, she purposely hadn't bothered to change.
Placing her wine glass on the coffee table, JJ replied before doing as she was instructed, sliding the soft material slowly up her thighs, naturally imagining the older agent knelt before her with deliciously seductive eyes as she did.
A girl can hope.
The response again was instantaneous:
Perhaps you're not as innocent as I thought. Did you do as you were told?
Smirking to herself again, JJ replied.
Yes. You have no idea how much I want you right now.
Impatiently awaiting a response, the younger woman untucked her shirt from the waist of her skirt and allowed her cool fingers to grace the heated skin of her taut stomach as she squeezed her thighs together. She could feel the wetness between her legs increasing as her fingers travelled further and further, stopping at her chest and she breathed a sigh of both relief and pleasure as she roughly squeezed her breast over the material of her bra. Her hips were moving involuntarily against the sofa and she wasn't certain how long she could hold off.
I'm sure I do. Just as I'm sure you're doing far more than you've been permitted to right now.
Busted, JJ thought to herself as a further message came through:
Perhaps I should punish you for your impatience?
She'd barely finished reading the message when the doorbell rang, and like she somehow just knew, it took no more than a blink for her to be up from the sofa and at the door, desire fuelling her the whole way.
Emily looked at the disheveled appearance of the blonde and smirked, "I guess I was right," before pulling a wide eyed JJ to her and pressing her lips firmly against hers.
Walking both of them inside, she kicked the door closed with her foot and pressed JJ to the nearest wall, breathing heavily against the blonde's open mouth. "Did your mother never tell you that patience is a virtue, Ms. Jareau?"
"I'd rather not think about my mother right now." JJ breathed before grabbing a fistful of raven hair and pressing her lips back to Emily's.
No time was wasted, and in an instant Emily had the blonde's skirt hiked up around her hips and a smooth, tan leg thrown over her own. Her left hand gripped fiercely at the blonde's thigh that had wrapped itself tighter around her waist as she pressed her hip bone into JJ. She couldn't resist digging her short fingernails into the soft skin that filled her palm – and was rewarded with a sound that fell perfectly between pleasure and pain – before she allowed her fingers to trail slowly up towards the blonde's, disappointingly, material covered arse. "Oh this won't do. Maybe I misjudged just how impatient you are."
With heavy eyelids, JJ pushed the brunette from her and forced her panties to her feet in an instant, showing Emily just how impatient she really could be. Tossing them aside, she grabbed a handful of dark hair once again and pulled the older woman back to where she belonged. "Fuck me, Agent Prentiss."
Emily had always prided herself on being a fairly together person, but as the woman in her grasp made demands that were uncharacteristic for her, she felt her brain melt into a puddle of mush. She had always been the dominant one, in any relationship, but it was clear that JJ had the upper hand here and she felt surprisingly okay with that.
Blindly following her command, Emily pulled the blonde's leg back over her thigh and thrust two fingers deep inside of her in unison; held them there briefly as JJ whimpered at the sudden but welcome invasion and then finally, slowly, she moved them; in, out, in, out, almost teasingly.
"Stop being a tease! Please baby.. Please. You can.. Oh god.. You can take your time later but I need to come!" The blonde breathed as she ground herself against the fingers inside her, and Emily smiled at just how impatient the woman in her grasp truly was becoming.
"Tell me what you want.." Emily moaned as she felt sharp teeth nip at her collarbone; who knew that Jennifer Jareau was a biter? "Mmm.. tell me exactly what you want me to do baby."
Her eyes flashed open nervously at the request – she had only ever done that via text message, and had only actually done that a handle of times recently – but they softened considerably as gentle, brown eyes met hers and teasing fingers thrust suddenly deeper. "I.. mmmm.. My clit.. rub my clit.. oh god please.."
Emily's pussy tingled as JJ's dirty words registered in her mind, and the feeling just served to make her meet the command even quicker, thrust her fingers a little faster, circle her thumb against a throbbing clit a little firmer. And JJ really must have been needy because before she had the chance to even really do anything more, that familiar tightness clamped down round her fingers, and as JJ's sounds suddenly ceased, as she suddenly stilled, as lungs suddenly stopped mid-inhale - something that Emily had recently come to learn was exactly what the younger woman did right before climax – she gave her the encouragement that she needed. "Come for me.. Come for me, baby.."
And there it was.. That exquisite disarray of sounds and profanities and shudders that, even if she had been blind and deaf, she would have still been able to relish in the heated liquid flooding out from JJ and into her palm, in the rapidly clamping muscles of a spasming pussy, in the sharp fingernails that dug carelessly into her skin until.. until all that was left were soft breaths falling directly into her ear, an exhausted head resting against her shoulder, small hands falling to her waist, sporadic ripples against her fingertips that she begrudged leaving behind as she withdrew from JJ.
For a while, she just held her, held her tight and pressed her lips gently to random exposed areas of skin. For while, until.. "I should probably leave."
Noticeably hurt, JJ lifted her head and naturally pulled back. "If that's what you want." She spoke defensively and moved to get away.
"No, love. It isn't what I want at all." Emily smiled, pulled the blonde back and placed a hand against her cheek. "I realize I kinda broke the rules already but.. that doesn't mean we should break them even more. It was what we decided was best. For work. And for that little guy upstairs."
JJ sighed knowing that Emily was right – they had decided that, and at the time, it was for good reasons. Those reasons still stood now, but as she looked intently at the woman before her, she couldn't bring herself to tell her to leave. So she didn't. "I want you to stay, Em."
"But what about-"
"It doesn't matter. I mean, it does matter. It really matters. But if the things I'm afraid of are going to happen, they're going to happen whether you spend the night or not." JJ looked down at the ground; her brain drifting slightly with the possibilities of all the negative places that this relationship could lead both of them.
Emily had never been one for wearing her heart on her sleeve; the thought alone terrified her beyond belief. But somehow, the distant and afraid look on JJ's face combined with the small hands that were now gripping the back of her shirt left her feeling both brave and protective. "I'm invested in this, JJ. And I'm invested in him too," she nodded her head towards the stairs and the small boy sleeping up there, "because he is a part of you. I know you heard those very same words from his father but," she saw the blonde shaking her head at her last words and used a hand to slowly lift JJ's chin to meet her gaze again, "I'm not him. As for work.. they don't need to know anything until we've figured out what we are. What this is."
JJ loosened her grip on Emily's shirt a little and smiled slightly, barely visible but genuine nonetheless. She opened her mouth to speak, but she wasn't entirely sure what to say. She just knew that she didn't want Emily to walk out of her front door right now. So she closed the gap between them and pressed her lips gently to the brunette's. The kiss was different from before - it was chaste but spoke volumes.
Reluctantly pulling her lips from Emily's, she moved them millimetre's from the brunette's ear and whispered, "You're going to be bad for business. I can tell."
Emily laughed instantly. "Did you actually just quote Moulin Rouge at me?"
A proud smirk on her face, JJ responded, "Well, it works. It's a hot movie. And, well, if Strauss catches wind of this you really are going to be bad for business."
"Oh that's okay then. For a moment there I thought you wanted payment for this." She earnt herself a swift punch to the arm. "Ouch!"
JJ smiled, a strange warmth burning throughout her whole body as she watched Emily laugh; she found herself missing it when it ceased, but the smile still present on the brunette's face was more than enough of a consolation prize. "Let's go to bed."
The pair set about locking up the house for the evening. Like a married couple, they fell easily into what seemed like a natural routine. Emily checked the back door whilst JJ checked the front; Emily got the lights whilst JJ grabbed them each a glass of water; Emily took the drinks from JJ and headed to the bedroom whilst JJ checked in on Henry.
"No... No..." Emily heard the faint mumbling as she made her way to the bathroom to brush her teeth, and though she wasn't fully certain what she was hearing, instinct immediately told her that something was wrong.
"No! Henry!" The blonde screamed.
She heard that. She definitely heard that and instinct pushed her running feet to the small boys bedroom before she could blink; opening her mouth to speak before her eyes adjusted. "J-"
JJ's eyes were wide as she frantically checked the closet, underneath the bed, even the damn drawers as she searched. Suddenly, a breeze caused the Transformer covered curtains to blow and the whole world stopped moving, for both JJ and Emily, as realisation dawned on them.
"He's gone, Emily.."