"I still can't believe that they tried to frame Morgan," Emily sighed as they walked into their hotel room. "I mean, I've never met a guy less likely to kill a child."
JJ nodded, following her slowly. "I know. Gordinski was beyond reason."
They moved further into the room, dropping their bags onto the bed. Emily tried not to worry about the fact that there was only one bed. She realized that this was the first time they'd be spending the night together in a hotel room. She'd kept her attraction to herself so far, but now she had to survive in the same bed as JJ.
After they'd arrested Carl Buford, Gideon and Hotch had decided to give the team a break and spend the night in Chicago. Damien Walters' funeral was in the morning and Morgan was going to stay for that anyway, so they'd all decided to support him and stay. At the police station, surrounded by other people, that had seemed like the best idea.
However, in the dimly lit hotel room, Emily was starting to panic. She told herself that it was fine. She only needed to keep her hands to herself for a few hours. She could do that. Taking a deep breath, she looked up to see JJ pulling her shirt over her head and the breath caught in her throat. The media liaison was more muscular than Emily expected her to be.
JJ played it cool, watching Emily watch her out of the corner of her eye. She had plans for the night, but she knew that Emily was probably going to be skittish. JJ had to be confident and keep her eyes on the prize. She needed to keep her eyes on Emily.
JJ tossed her shirt to the floor, soft abs and firm biceps made Emily's mouth water. Her bra was a pale blue, accentuating the gentle curve of her breasts. Her hands dropped to her pants and Emily spun on her heels to keep from ogling her and making her uncomfortable.
"Are you going to sleep in your work clothes?" JJ asked her, chuckling. "Sorry. I guess I should have gone to the bathroom to change."
"It's ok," Emily said quickly. She closed her eyes, telling herself to stop being so weird. "I just haven't shared a hotel room in a long time. You caught me by surprise!"
JJ mumbled something that Emily didn't quite catch. She looked over her shoulder and saw JJ standing behind her in just her bra and underwear. Licking her lips, JJ crawled onto the bed, looking over her shoulder at her target. She knew she was attractive with her blue eyes sparkling and long, blonde hair streaming down her back. The desire on Emily's face made her feel like a goddess.
"You coming?" JJ asked her, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah," Emily gasped. "Yes."
She stripped quickly, keenly aware of JJ's eyes on her. Emily wished she'd worn different underwear. Her lacy black boyshorts were comfortable, but they also left little to the imagination, and her practical bra was full coverage, hiding her best assets. Not that she was trying to show them off for the sharp-eyed woman in her bed.
When she was undressed, she walked to her side of the bed, avoiding JJ's loaded gaze. If she didn't know any better, she'd think the blonde wanted them to do more than sleep. She did know better, though. There was no way JJ would be interested in her like that. Besides, was Emily really interested in being her guide? Emily enjoyed taking charge, but she was honestly getting tired of it. She really just wanted someone else to take control.
"I don't bite," JJ laughed, curling up under the blanket. She blinked her big blue eyes innocently. "Come on, let's get some rest. Turn off the light."
Obeying, Emily turned off the lamp on the small table beside the bed and climbed in. It was a queen, but Emily felt like she was practically pressed to JJ. It was distracting and she did her best to keep herself on the edge of the bed, as far as possible from the younger woman.
In the dark, Emily couldn't see JJ's eyes anymore and she was grateful for the small blessing. With that spotlight gaze off of her, she could breathe a little easier. She settled in, closed her eyes, and tried to fall asleep.
Immediately, she felt JJ move just a little bit closer. Emily froze, holding her breath so she could hear better. Again, JJ inched her way closer to her. This was just torture. Emily didn't want to be JJ's experiment and she didn't want an awkward workplace if she turned JJ down or if JJ freaked out halfway through.
She couldn't bring herself to open her eyes and ruin the moment, though. JJ was so close to her now, her heat soaking into Emily. Soft hands, trembling with nerves, caressed Emily's bare stomach, trying to find an anchor as she moved closer in the darkness. Licking her lips, Emily kept herself as still as possible, not wanting to encourage JJ, but not wanting to scare her away either.
Jennifer Jareau was not going to be scared off. She'd been counting the days until the first time they shared a bed and now that it was here, she wasn't going to let anything stop her. Another cautious scoot brought her face inches from Emily. Swallowing hard, she leaned in, their noses brushing with the ghost of a touch.
Emily didn't pull away, so JJ brought their lips together softly. She kept it light in case Emily didn't actually want it, but when she didn't pull away, JJ leaned in. Their lips fit together perfectly, pink made for red. JJ pulled away after a moment, giving Emily the chance to say something.
Instead of words, Emily took JJ's face in her hands and kissed her again. It was still so gentle and tender and JJ wanted to weep at the affection in Emily's touch. Eventually, Emily broke the kiss, moving away and taking JJ's hands off of her.
"Jennifer," Emily sighed. "Don't."
Her sharp inhale was loud in the silent room. "You don't want to kiss me?" JJ asked, voice barely audible. "I thought… I'm so sorry."
She rolled over and fled to the far side of the bed. Emily felt bad for rejecting JJ like that, but she knew it was for the best. This wasn't the first time a straight girl had tried to use her to feel attractive or mess around. Emily ran a hand over her face.
"It's not-" She cut herself off, not even sure what she wanted to say. "I just…"
"Forget it," JJ mumbled, her voice wobbling. "I just thought you looked at me like...I'm such an idiot. It was all in my head, wasn't it?"
Emily's heart pounded in her chest when she heard the emotion in JJ's voice. That didn't sound like someone who only wanted to mess around. It sounded like someone who was closeted, like someone who wanted an actual connection.
"JJ...Are you gay?"
A sharp sniff answered her question and Emily moved forward to wrap herself around JJ's firm back. She ran a gentle hand along JJ's side, taking note of each inhale and exhale. Emily still wasn't entirely sold on JJ's intentions, but she had to admit that it felt amazing to be this close to her without restraint.
"What do you want, Jennifer?" Emily murmured into her ear. "I need you to tell me. I think you're incredibly attractive, but I'm not interested in games."
JJ rolled over to face her, eyes full of emotion. She knew it was too soon to declare her love for the older woman, but she wanted to make her sincerity as clear as possible. "No games, Emily. I've been waiting for a moment like this since we met."
Heat pooled between Emily's legs at the lust in JJ's voice. The way her fingers clutched Emily's sides, a strong thigh pushed between Emily's legs, and her pupils widened chipped away at Emily's defenses. She couldn't deny that she'd thought about JJ just like this before.
"Have you done this before?" Emily asked. "No judgment; I just want to know what to expect."
"Not with a woman, but I'm a very fast learner."
JJ's answer wasn't unexpected, but Emily still felt a little disappointed. It seemed like she'd have to be in control yet again. Maybe she could slowly encourage JJ to take more control. That is, if tonight went well and they kept doing this.
"I can guide you," Emily told her gently, caressing her cheek. "It's not complicated."
"Yeah, yeah," JJ replied, eyes locked on Emily's full lips. "Just do what I'd do to myself, blah blah blah. Shut up and kiss me."
Emily happily obeyed JJ's second order of the night and kissed her, capturing soft lips with her own. JJ immediately moaned into her mouth. Her tongue pushed between Emily's lips, deepening the kiss. Her eagerness made Emily grin and roll them over.
She tucked herself between JJ's legs, losing herself in the messy kiss. JJ's hands roamed over her body, trying to touch every part of her, but unable to settle anywhere. Emily used her nose to nudge JJ's head to the side and kissed her way along her jaw and down her neck.
"Jesus," JJ sighed happily. "Is it like this with all women or just you?"
Nipping at JJ's shoulder, Emily answered smugly. "Just me."
"I should have known." JJ pressed her head back into the pillow, giving Emily as much access as possible. "I did know. We shook hands the first time and I thought, 'I have to have those fingers inside of me.'"
Moaning at JJ's dirty talk, Emily lifted her head again, crashing their lips together. She grabbed JJ's hands from where they briefly rested on her hips and shoved them into the pillows. JJ whimpered into her mouth, hips jerking up against Emily's. She tore her mouth away, turning her head to gulp down air.
"Emily," JJ moaned, sounding absolutely sinful, "I want to see you. Let me see you."
Pressing one more kiss to JJ's neck, she sat up, shifting back on her knees. As soon as she released JJ's hands, they were on her again. Strong hands gripped Emily's small waist, manicured nails lightly scratching heated skin.
Emily reached behind herself to unhook her bra. It fell forward easily and she tossed it aside, preening under JJ's hungry stare. She was never self-conscious about her body, but the way JJ looked like she wanted to eat her whole made her arrogant. She wanted to show off for the blonde.
Covering her breasts with her hands, Emily squeezed, letting a moan fall from her lips. JJ's mouth opened at the sound and Emily did it again, circling her nipples with her fingertips. Her hips bucked forward at the feeling, JJ's pushing back automatically.
"Like what you see?" Emily asked breathlessly, sliding a hand into her underwear and running her fingers through her wetness.
JJ nodded sharply, eyes jumping between the hand on her breasts and the one between her legs. "Yeah. Fuck, Emily. It should be illegal for you to wear clothing."
Leaning forward, Emily brushed their lips together. "You want other people to see me like this?"
"No," she gasped, hands tightening painfully. "This is just for me. From now on, this is just for me."
With a smirk, Emily pulled her fingers out of her underwear and pushed them into JJ's mouth. She expected a moan, maybe even a moment when JJ adjusted to the taste of a woman. What she was not expecting was for JJ to flip her over and slam her onto her back, knocking the wind out of her.
JJ covered her body, hands gripping Emily's thighs and forcing them up. Emily's taste had triggered something inside of her. All she could think about was tasting more, tasting every part of Emily. She ground her hips into Emily, desperately trying to get as close as possible. Emily stared up at her with wide eyes, startled by the sudden confidence. Before she could say anything about it, JJ's mouth was on hers, sucking on her bottom lip and sliding their tongues together.
JJ's kisses drove Emily to distraction, blissfully whipping any lingering doubt from her mind. Shoving her hands into Emily's hair, JJ took Emily's breath away with her eager mouth. Operating on instinct, Emily pushed JJ's bra up, cupping her small breasts and drinking JJ's whine.
"Take your underwear off," JJ demanded, pulling away. She took her own bra and underwear off at lightning speed, keeping her eyes locked on Emily as she lifted her hips to pull her lacy boy shorts over long, long legs . "God, you're so fucking hot."
Surging forward again, JJ shoved Emily down, straddling her hips. Emily could feel JJ's heat on her stomach, but she was too overwhelmed by having someone on top of her, by having Jennifer Jareau on top of her, that she couldn't do anything about it. JJ gripped Emily's jaw and yanked her head to the side.
She kissed and licked her way down Emily's long neck, following the line to her shoulder. Her tongue found Emily's pulse and she sank her teeth into the tender spot. A growl burst out of Emily's throat as her mind went blank from the mix of pleasure and pain. JJ moaned into Emily's neck at the sound, licking the sore spot and moving downward.
Her lips found Emily's breasts and she planted a flurry of kisses across them. Emily's chest heaved at the attention, her head dropping back and her eyes closing. JJ had no right being this powerful this quickly. Emily still wasn't sure how long this confidence would last. She needed to be ready to take control back.
JJ flicked a hard tongue over a nipple before taking it in her mouth and Emily lost her train of thought. She put her hands on JJ's head, careful not to apply any pressure. She didn't want to make her do anything she didn't want to do.
Releasing Emily's nipple with a wet pop, JJ met her eyes. "I'm not going to shatter, Emily. Treat me like you'd treat anyone else doing this to you."
"Uh," Emily squeaked. "I'm usually the one doing the doing."
A wicked smile slowly spread across JJ's face and she crawled up to look directly down into Emily's black eyes. "Why am I not surprised that Agent Emily Prentiss is always in charge?"
The use of her full name and title made Emily moan and melt into the bed. JJ ran a finger over Emily's bottom lip, carefully taking note of Emily's reaction. She trailed her finger along Emily's sharp jaw.
"Do you ever want to give up control, Emily?" JJ asked, already knowing the answer. Emily just whimpered, her eyes closing. "You're so strong. Let me take care of you."
Emily nodded, doing her best to keep from crying. JJ sounded so goddamn nice. "Please."
"I've got you," JJ whispered, moving their faces together. "You're so good, Emily. You deserve this."
She kissed her softly, kindly, and hoped that Emily could feel how much she cared about her. Emily kissed her back, her hands finally pushing into JJ's hair to hold her in place. Neither woman had ever been interested in feelings or emotional sex, but even in their short time together, they knew that this would not stay casual for long. Emily was already giving up control to JJ, who was more than happy to take it.
Honestly, JJ was tired of confident men with selfish hands taking what they wanted from her. Now that she'd had even the smallest taste of Emily, JJ couldn't imagine doing anything but pleasing her for the rest of her life. She'd happily stay in bed forever if it meant driving Emily over the edge again and again.
With a gasp, JJ pulled her mouth away from Emily and returned to her downward journey. She kissed the most perfect breasts she'd ever seen on her way to her final goal. When Emily realized what JJ was planning, she began tugging on her hair to get her attention.
"You don't have to," Emily tried, sounding like she would die if JJ didn't eat her out immediately. "I'm not pressuring you."
JJ raised a cocky eyebrow, settling between Emily's legs and spreading her thighs. "I'm taking care of you, remember? Now be a good girl and shut up."
Emily whimpered, biting her lip and letting her head fall back. Trusting that she'd stay put, JJ turned her focus between Emily's legs. Just seeing how wet she was made JJ's mouth water. Wasting no time, she ran her tongue over Emily, practically drooling at the taste.
"Emily," JJ moaned as the hands in her hair tightened. "You taste so fucking good."
Above her, Emily managed a shaky 'Jennifer,' spurring her on. JJ licked Emily again, instantly addicted to her taste and the soft gasps and whines that followed each touch. This was her new favorite place, JJ decided as she sucked Emily's clit into her mouth. Fuck the BAU. Her only loyalty was to Emily and her smell, her taste, her positively wicked voice.
Her inexperience didn't seem to be hindering her at all. Whatever she lacked in experience, she more than made up in enthusiasm. She drew meaningless patterns over Emily with her tongue before moving down to thrust her tongue inside. When she realized Emily's taste was even stronger there, she let herself drink her fill.
Emily couldn't believe how talented JJ was. Either she was born for this, or she'd lied about this being her first time. Every time she tried to say something, JJ found a new way to take her breath away and she had to focus all her energy on staying conscious. She sucked down air, not bothering to temper the sounds that JJ drew from her.
She used what little motor function she could muster to lift herself onto her elbows so she could look down the length of her body at the blonde woman buried between her legs. JJ noticed the shift and her eyes jumped up to meet Emily's. The sight of her normally light blue eyes almost back with lust pushed Emily over the edge.
She came with an undignified grunt, head falling back and body quivering. JJ didn't stop. Emily grew wetter as her orgasm shook her and JJ was desperate to lick her clean. She wasn't sure that she could ever do anything else again. She'd never been this happy in her life.
"Stop," Emily gasped, futilely trying to push JJ's face away. "Fuck."
JJ didn't pay any attention to the weak order. She slid two fingers inside Emily, starting a quick rhythm. Emily cursed above her, falling onto the bed and lifting her hips. JJ grinned against her, curling her fingers with every move. It didn't take long for Emily to fall apart again.
This time, once JJ had cleaned the dark-haired woman, she took her mouth away and sat up. Her face was soaking wet, but she couldn't bring herself to care. She wore Emily's arousal on her cheeks like a badge of honor.
Emily managed to suck in a few trembling breaths as JJ climbed up her body to straddle her stomach. She clutched JJ's hips in unsteady hands. Licking her lips, Emily just soaked in the sight of JJ above her. Her blonde hair was wild from Emily's hand. Her face was flushed and shiny. Her perfect body towered about Emily and she was sure she could die happy.
"How'd I do?" JJ asked, smirking. "Not too bad for an amateur, huh?"
Narrowing her eyes, Emily tried and failed to bite back a smile. "Are you sure this was your first time? Because I've been a lot of first times and it's never gone like that before."
"They weren't me," JJ pointed out. She flipped her hair over her shoulder. "I'm a different breed."
Her heart finally slowing to a normal speed, Emily nodded. "Yeah. I mean, fuck. We have to do this again."
"I haven't even come once yet. That's not very nice. I thought you were going to be my guide."
Emily wanted to point out that she hadn't even had a chance to touch JJ yet, but she didn't. Instead, she shifted down the bed until JJ was hovering over her face. Wide eyes met hers and JJ grabbed the headboard in anticipation.
Even though she knew JJ was having a good time, Emily was still surprised at just how wet she was. Her tongue slid easily over JJ's clit and the blonde woman moaned, voice thick as molasses. She moved her hips, riding Emily's face.
Wrapping her hands around JJ's thighs, Emily kept her close, devouring her like JJ was a stream in the desert. She groaned into JJ, eager places missy kisses between her legs. JJ dropped a hand to Emily's head, pushing her hair from her face so they could look into each other's eyes.
"You feel so amazing," JJ exhaled. Emily's tongue dipped inside her and she swirled her hips against it. "You're going to be the death of me, Emily Prentiss."
Emily couldn't speak, but that was probably for the best. She wasn't sure she could keep herself from telling JJ that she loved her right now. They'd barely known each other two months, but Emily was already attached. The rest of the team could disappear tomorrow and, if JJ was by her side, Emily wouldn't even notice.
It didn't take long for JJ to come, thighs quivering around Emily's head. Her hands pushed into black hair, pulling painfully as she rode out her orgasm. Emily happily kept licking her, willing to be used as long as JJ kept whimpering her name. Finally, JJ lifted her leg over Emily and sat beside her, wiping hair from her face and catching her breath.
Emily sat up, too, trying to look cool and collected. She wasn't sure how JJ expected this to go. Was she allowed to kiss her when they weren't having sex? Emily wanted to kiss JJ so badly, but she didn't know if that was allowed.
JJ noticed her conflicted look and frowned. "What?"
"Can I kiss you?"
"Of course," JJ laughed, shifting onto her knees and moving closer. "Let me guess," she said, taking Emily's face in her hands, "you need some ground rules?"
Emily nodded. She hated how vulnerable she felt, but it also felt freeing to open herself up like this. When was the last time she'd asked someone how to navigate a situation instead of just blazing ahead? JJ made her want to know how to play fair. Emily tilted her head up for a kiss.
JJ pressed their lips together, smiling against Emily's mouth. She loved that Emily was insecure about their new relationship, romantic or otherwise. JJ wasn't just out of her depth with sex; she had never had a real relationship before and she wasn't sure she'd be any good at it. It looked like Emily had the same doubts.
"How about this," JJ started, only moving back enough to speak, "we don't think about it too hard for now. We're teammates, maybe even friends? We can do this when we want to and see what happens. I'm not trying to fall in love, but I like you a lot and this was too good to be a one time thing."
Chuckling, Emily nodded against JJ's lips. "Ok. And we'll talk to each other?"
"You'll be sick of my voice because of how much we'll talk."
They laughed together, any tension they had fading away. Both women knew that this could be a bad idea, that it could ruin their dynamic, that they could get fired, but neither of them could bring themselves to care. They'd keep it quiet for now and figure it out later.