Emily lay in bed, comfortable in her pajamas, curled up under the blankets. This was exactly how she wanted to spend the hot, New Orleans night. However, she was not having the good time she expected.
What she had expected was JJ in bed with her and a lot of sex before the silk pajamas were pout on. She'd packed JJ's favorite pair, a dark red tank top and a tiny pair of shorts. She'd wanted JJ to tear them off of her. Instead, she was trying to fall asleep alone, sexless. If the lack of sex were her only gripe., she would just masturbate, but it wasn't.
The reason JJ was not currently fucking her senseless was the problem. The team had staked out a nightclub in an attempt to find the woman playing Jack the Ripper. They'd failed, and she definitely felt bad about that, but she's also been relieved to go back to the hotel room.
Will and JJ had been paired together at the club. They'd spent the night wandering through the crowded dance floor. Emily had watched the way Will's hand stayed on JJ's back the whole night. From her vantage point on the second level with Gideon, she watched the two of them flirt all night.
Where was JJ now? Emily wanted to call her, but she was nervous to find out the truth. The team had dispersed over an hour ago. Emily had crawled her way through her night time routine, but now she was ready for bed and JJ still wasn't with her.
They were very good about communicating, but sometimes Emily worried that JJ would get bored of her or realize that she missed sleeping with men. It hadn't happened yet, but she had seen JJ laughing at Will's jokes. JJ should only be laughing at Emily's jokes.
The door to the hotel room opened and JJ entered with a frustrated sigh. Her hair was pulled back in a messy ponytail and her make-up had been washed off. Emily's jealousy grew.
"God," JJ groaned as she shut the door. "Why do all the men we work with talk so much?"
Emily sat up, trying not to look bothered at JJ's appearance and tardiness. "Did Will talk your ear off?"
"No. He left after you did. I'm talking about Gideon and Hotch."
"Oh…" Emily tucked her hair behind her ear. She felt much better now that she knew Will had been away from JJ. "That's good."
Something in her voice tipped JJ off because she tossed her laptop bag onto the second bed and put her hands on her hips. A sharp eyebrow lifted as JJ fixed Emily with a steely gaze. "What's that supposed to mean?"
Shrugging a delicate shoulder, Emily blinked innocently. "Nothing."
"Were you jealous?" JJ asked her, frowning. "Seriously?"
Immediately, Emily felt bad for not trusting JJ. They'd been sleeping together for six months now and JJ had never been the least bit unfaithful. Not that they were exclusive, or dating, but Emily knew that she didn't want anyone else's hands on JJ. The blonde woman was hers.
"I don't know," Emily said, trying to sound casual and not jealous. "He had his hands all over you at the club."
"I know," she agreed, "they were. I was fending him off all night. You think I would cheat on you like that?"
Emily blushed, embarrassed now that she had doubted JJ at all. "No. I don't really think that."
Scowling, JJ took a step toward the bed, her whole body tense. "It really sounds like you do." She glared at Emily, looking exhausted and terrifying. This wasn't a conversation she'd expected to have. "I think you were ready to go to bed and let me fuck off with Will whatever-his-name-is without even telling you. What happened to communication? Even if I did want to stop sleeping with you, which I don't, I would tell you."
"I know that," Emily assured her. She held her arms out to JJ, pouting. "Come to bed."
"No." JJ crossed her arms. "I'm angry now. I can't believe you think I'd do that."
Emily deepened her pout. "I'm sorry."
Jaw clenching, JJ shook her head. "I don't know what's worse - that you think I'd cheat on you, or that you think I'd cheat on you." Walking to the edge of the bed, JJ knocked Emily's hands aside. She gripped Emily's strong jaw in one hand, yanking her forward and forcing her to look up. "You're mine, and I take very good care of my possessions."
It should infuriate Emily to be claimed like that. She should be slapping JJ for calling her a 'possession' like she was a souvenir. Emily should break up with JJ just for that. Instead, she was more turned on than she'd ever been before to know that JJ would never put anyone above her. Emily was willing to be owned if JJ was her keeper.
"How can I make it up to you?" Emily asked breathlessly. She shifted onto her knees, so it was easier to stare up at JJ's angry face. "Let me earn your forgiveness."
She saw JJ's nostrils flare, a sure sign that she was affected, too, but they were already too far gone into this game and neither of them were going to back down first. If JJ wanted to lead, then she'd have to prove herself to be a leader. Personally, Emily was looking forward to it.
JJ dropped her hand, making Emily pitch forward dangerously. She caught herself with her hands and watched as JJ started stripping. Her long sleeve shirt was gone in a second, revealing a soft pink sports bra. Her jeans came off next and Emily gasped when she recognized the underwear JJ was wearing.
It was Emily's favorite pair of underwear, a dark red that made JJ's tanned skin glow. It had an O-ring sewn into the front, hidden beneath a buttoned fly. JJ had worn her harness to the club and Emily knew that she'd spent the entire night thinking about how she was going to fuck her.
Heat spread through Emily's body at the sight of JJ moving to their suitcase and rifling through it. She did feel bad for thinking that JJ would break up with her without a word, but, god, she was so ready for her punishment. Whatever JJ had in store for her would be the best kind of torture.
Pulling her wide-based dildo from the suitcase, JJ turned to Emily, still scowling. "I'm not breaking up with you," she said as she pushed the flesh-colored dildo through the O-ring. "No man is going to make me think I'm straight again."
Emily nodded, barely hearing her words as she took a condom from the suitcase and ripped the package open easily. JJ slid it down the dildo, then snatched the bottle of lube they brought everywhere they went and started back toward the bed. Staying on her knees, Emily's heart began to race.
JJ was furious, still thinking about how little Emily must think of herself if she thought JJ would throw her away on a stranger. How could a woman as beautiful and fascinating as Emily Prentiss think anyone else would ever compare? JJ climbed onto the bed, stroking the dildo, ready to prove just how much she was committed to Emily. She would show her that Emily was the only one on her mind.
JJ shoved Emily back onto the bed, wrapping a careful hand around her neck. "You really think I'd leave you like that?" she asked, voice dangerously quiet. Her hand squeezed lightly, just enough to let Emily know she was in trouble. "You think I'd let you get away?"
Emily arched her back, pushing her head into the pillows and giving JJ as much to work with as she could. "I'm sorry for doubting you."
"That's right," JJ growled, leaning forward to brush her lips over Emily's. "You're my girl. Say it."
"I'm yours," Emily sighed happily. She stared up into JJ's wide, blue eyes. They were dark with lust and anger and heat pooled between Emily's legs. "You own all of me."
The way Emily purred made JJ body sing. She crashed their lips together, laying claim to Emily's mouth. Her girl always tasted so good and JJ pushed her tongue into Emily's mouth, earning herself a grateful moan. It was so easy to make Emily go crazy.
Tearing her mouth away, JJ peppered Emily's jaw with kisses before dragging her lips to her soft neck. Her skin tasted like expensive lotion, making JJ's mouth water. She was just a small town girl with nothing to her name, but she could bring this fucking goddess to her knees.
"Only me," JJ groaned into delicate skin on Emily's shoulders. "This is all for me."
"God, yes," Emily replied, hands clutching at JJ's waist. She bucked her hips up, a needy whimper escaping as she just barely brushed the dildo between them. "Yours. It's yours. I'm yours."
Moving back to Emily's neck, JJ sucked hard, drawing out a long, low guttural moan. Emily sounded positively sinful, her usually smoky voice curling around JJ and making her shiver. Swirling her tongue over the wounded skin, JJ sucked harder.
"No marks," Emily gasped even as her nails dug into JJ's back, clutching her closer. "No hickeys."
JJ didn't take orders from anyone, much less Emily. As punishment for her insolence, JJ kept her mouth latched onto Emily's skin for a moment longer, finally releasing it with a wet pop. Where her mouth had been, a large red-and-purple bruise marred Emily's ivory skin. JJ lifted herself just enough to meet Emily's wide, dark eyes.
"Don't tell me what to do," JJ breathed, her voice rumbling in her chest. "I'm in charge here, remember?"
Biting her cheek, Emily took a chance and shook her head. She knew that JJ was just as wet as she was, just as desperate to fuck her as she was to be fucked. She batted her eyelashes innocently.
"I don't know," Emily answered, her hands sliding down JJ's back to cup her ass. "I think if you were in charge, you'd already be fucking me. That's what I'd do."
JJ's eyes widened at Emily's comment. "How dare you?" she gasped, pulling away from Emily. "You think this is about you?"
She slid back off the bed, watching smugly as a look of panic crossed Emily's face. Pulling off her underwear, JJ set it aside and got back on quickly. As soon as she was close enough, Emily's hands were on her, fingers grasping at her breasts.
JJ straddled Emily's hips, crawling forward until Emily's face was right where she wanted it. Spreading her thighs, she lowered herself until Emily's dusty rose lips wrapped around her clit. It felt so good to be eaten out like this and JJ braced herself with a hand on the wall above the bed.
She looked down, meeting Emily's eyes as the other woman eagerly licked and sucked. Like this, JJ still had all the power, but she could let Emily do some of the work. Pushing her free hand into Emily's hair, JJ tugged, making Emily whimper into her. At the sound, her hips jumped forward and Emily's tongue slipped inside her.
"You're so good," JJ gasped as Emily's hands wrapped around her thighs, holding her in place. "I'd never give that tongue up. I love your tongue."
Emily preaned at the praise, digging her nails into JJ's thighs and showing her just how good she was with her tongue. She loved the way JJ tasted. It made her own wetness grow. She squeezed her thighs together searching for any friction to ease her need.
"Stop that," JJ said, her voice quivering as she neared her orgasm. "You get it when I- fuck." Her head fell forward against the wall and she circled her hips around Emily's mouth. Long fingers spread over her abs as Emily obediently worked to make her come. "Emily," JJ moaned, hand tightening in her hair, "I'm going to come on your face. You're so good. Fuck."
She came hard, hips jerking. She could feel Emily lapping at her, licking her clean, and it was too much. Lifting herself onto her knees, JJ used her grip in Emily's hair to keep her down when she tried to follow.
"Stay," she ordered when she could breathe again. "Be a good girl and give me a second."
"Yes, sir," Emily sighed, still staring up at her. JJ was a sight to behold after an orgasm. Her skin was flushed and glistening with sweat, her hair falling loose from its ponytail. "Was that good?"
JJ nodded, lifting a knee over Emily and climbing off the bed again. "It was so good, baby."
She quickly tugged her underwear back on, the base of the dildo bumping her sensitive clit and making her groan. JJ patted the edge of the bed.
"Here."
Emily obeyed, sitting up and shifting until she sat in front of JJ, legs spread so there was room for her to step between them. She watched JJ stroke the dildo, hand sliding confidently over the long, firm silicone. Emily's flimsy pajamas suddenly felt too hot.
"Take your top off," JJ instructed her, eyes sharp. "I want to see your breasts."
Emily ripped her red silk tank top over her head, tossing it aside. Her nipples were already hard and sensitive. She was so turned on from tasting JJ and making her come that she couldn't stop herself from grabbing her breasts and squeezing.
A soft moan slipped from her lips. JJ stepped forward between Emily's legs and dipped her head down, kissing her deeply. She could taste herself in Emily's mouth and it was all she could do to stay still instead of just fucking Emily senseless.
Knocking Emily's hands aside, JJ replaced them with her own, pinching Emily's nipples and scratching her nails over the sensitive underside of her breasts. Emily's hands weakly gripped JJ's hips. She was practically melting at JJ's strong, confident touch, light-headed from the teasing.
"How could I leave these breasts?" JJ mumbled against Emily's mouth. "Your breasts are so fucking perfect."
"Please," Emily sobbed, eyes fluttering shut. "Please fuck me. I'm so sorry. I'm yours. You own me, so take me."
Hooking her fingers into the waistband of Emily's shorts, JJ pulled them and her underwear off in one quick move. Dropping to her knees, she took Emily in her mouth, tongue finding her dripping wet. Emily's taste was rich and heady and JJ drowned in it. Above her, Emily was gasping and twitching, her hands clutching the bedsheets. She knew better than to hold JJ's head and try to control her.
"You taste so good," JJ moaned, standing again. She ignored Emily's disappointed whimper, pushing her down into the bed. "I love the way your pussy tastes."
Hearing JJ talk like that made Emily cry out. JJ was the sexiest woman Emily had ever seen and hearing her talk dirty was almost enough to send her over the edge. JJ really was different than anyone she's slept with before.
Reaching under Emily to cup her ass, JJ tugged her to the edge of the bed. She spread Emily's long, plae thighs and aligned their hips. Then, in one hard thrust, she slid inside her completely, slamming their hips together.
She didn't give Emily any time to adjust, starting a punishing rhythm. Emily was writhing, crying, and doing her best to stay together, but JJ was determined to turn her into a sputtering mess before the night was over. The black-haired woman was hers and she was going to take what she wanted.
"Jennifer," Emily cried as her breasts bounced with each stroke. "Jennifer. Jennifer."
"Do you like the way I fuck you?"
"Yes!" Emily sucked in a trembling breath, her face and chest turning red. "God, I love it so much."
"Has anyone else ever fucked you like this?"
"No," was the sobbed response.
JJ wanted to see Emily come. She rubbed Emily's clit with her thumb, her other hand reaching up to hold a full, firm breast. From her standing position, JJ could stare down at Emily, take her all in, and watch closely as she came with a strangled cry.
Emily shook against the bed, desperately trying to breathe, but her orgasm was too strong. She thought she might pass out. After a moment, she could breathe again, panting and twitching and trying to escape JJ's touch.
"Roll over," JJ demanded, pulling out and jumping onto the bed. "In the center. On your hands and knees."
Still reeling from her orgasm, Emily obeyed. She'd barely got into position when JJ was inside her again, greedy hands squeezing the firm muscle of her ass, using her grip as leverage. Emily fell forward into the pillows and turned her head so she could still breathe.
JJ was pounding into her painfully, dick hitting deep. Emily realized that she was babbling nonsense, but she couldn't stop. It just felt so good to be used and fucked like this. She should feel undignified and debased, but JJ knew exactly how to work a strap and Emily couldn't hold onto a thought long enough to feel anything but pleasure.
"God, I love your ass," JJ told her. She slapped an ass cheek, turning it red immediately. Emily moaned at the feeling and JJ did it again. "You look so good like this, Emily. Your pussy feels so good."
Emily cursed, tossing her head back and arching her back. Taking advantage of the movement, JJ tangled both hands into Emily's curly hair. Forcing her back to arch even more, JJ used her tight grip as leverage, abs clenching as she fucked Emily hard and deep.
"Oh, god," Emily gasped, bracing her hands on the wall. "I'm going to come again."
"No, you're not," JJ corrected her. "Not until I let you."
Whimpering, Emily felt her stomach muscles quiver. She was already so close, but now she had to wait until she had permission. Biting her lip, Emily tried to concentrate on holding back her orgasm. The effort only made her feel closer to the edge.
"Sit up," JJ ordered, moving her hands to Emily's shoulders. "Come up to me."
Emily did, thankful when JJ's thrusts slowed to a bearable pace. Each push of her hips slid the dildo all the way into Emily, but at least now she could think a little bit clearer. Her back pressed into JJ's chest and she reached behind herself to hold the younger woman's hips.
JJ wrapped a hand around Emily's throat, long, delicate fingers holding her in a strong grip. She liked feeling Emily's pulse flutter wildly as she stayed on the edge. Her other hand slowly drifted down Emily's stomach, finding her clit and drawing slow, lazy circles.
She could feel Emily twitching against her with the effort of not coming immediately. JJ nuzzled her nose into Emily's shoulder, trailing it up her neck. She pressed soft kisses under Emily's ear before nipping at her earlobe.
"I need you to get something through that thick skull of yours," JJ murmured right into Emily's ear. "I'm not leaving you. Whatever insurmountable flaws you think you have? They mean nothing to me. Do you understand?"
Emily nodded. "Yes."
"I don't think you do," JJ said quietly. She quicken her pace again, thrusting up into Emily and teasing her clit. "Maybe it's too soon to say this, but I think I love you, Emily Prentiss. Not just your breasts and your tongue and your ass and your pussy. I love all of you."
"You do?" Emily gasped, eyes closed tightly. She wasn't sure if the tears that rolled down her cheek were from the painful edge she was on or JJ's words. "You love me?"
"I watch movies with subtitles for you," JJ answered. She swiped her tongue along the shell of Emily's ear. "God, I love you so much. If I find out that you've been doubting me again… Well, I won't be so nice."
"This is nice?" Emily whimpered.
JJ tightened her grip on Emily's throat. "Come for me."
Emily shouted as she flew apart, body jerking and quaking. Her hips moved on their own accord, riding JJ's dick to stretch out her painfully intense orgasm. Only JJ's grip on her kept her upright, even as her tight hold made it harder to breathe. Emily couldn't stop the sobs that wracked her body, or the loud moans that tore from her.
"My good girl," JJ was sighing. "You're always such a good girl for me."
Gasping, Emily finally got her body to still, slumping back into JJ's arms. She felt JJ hug her around the waist, dick still inside her. Emily dropped her head back onto JJ's shoulder, smiling stupidly.
"I love you, too," she whispered. "I won't doubt you again."
"Good," JJ chuckled. She kissed Emily's temple. "I guess this makes us girlfriends."
"I guess it does."
A loud knock on the door startled them both and they jumped apart, JJ sliding out of Emily. They stared at each other with wide-eyes, neither of them expecting anyone. Before they could move, the door was kicked open. Derek and Hotch ran inside, sweeping the room with their guns.
Emily leapt off the bed, falling to the floor on the other side. JJ grabbed the mussed comforter to cover herself as Derek and Hotch realized what they'd stumbled into. Hotch turned a dark red and lowered his gun, spinning around a moment later.
Derek just grinned at JJ, holstering his gun. "Well, damn. We heard screaming and came to check it out. I guess we shouldn't have been worried after all."
"Get. Out." JJ bit, glaring at Derek and the smug look on his face. "And wait longer than two seconds next time!"
"So, what is this?" Derek asked, ignoring her order. "How long have you two been hooking-up?"
Emily's head appeared over the bed, eyes narrowed. "It's none of your business."
He snorted. "Trust me - it is. Damn, I would never have thought that JJ would be the-"
"Shut up!" Emily interrupted, rolling her eyes. "I swear to god, if you finish that sentence..."
"Uh," Hotch stuttered, clearing his throat. He kept his back to the women as he spoke, too embarrassed to look at them. "There is a no-fraternization rule at the bureau, but I can fill out a report and authorize the relationship. Not that it's a problem. Or, that you need that." The awkwardness in his voice was clear as day. "Ok. See you tomorrow."
He practically ran out of the room. Derek gave the two women one last wink before sauntering away, shaking his head. He shut the door behind himself.
Taking a deep breath, JJ looked over her shoulder at Emily, who was dragging herself back onto the bed. JJ tossed the blanket aside and took her underwear off. Normally, she'd ask to go another couple of rounds, but they had had a long night and she really was tired.
Emily kissed her shoulder before resting her chin on the sweaty skin. "Take a shower with me? No sex."
"Yeah," JJ agreed, turning to smile down at Emily. "So, paperwork… Still want to be girlfriends?"
"I'll allow the law into our relationship if it means we can keep sharing hotel rooms."
JJ grinned, rolling her eyes playfully. "What a great reason to start a relationship."
Throwing her arms around JJ's shoulders, Emily kissed her softly. "Hey, I love you. That's why we're doing this."
"I love you, too," JJ replied against Emily's lips. "Now, let's go shower. You're so dirty."
"Oh, I'm the dirty one?"
"Yep!"