JJ is looking at her with puppy dog eyes, and who can resist her when she does that? Who can resist her at any given time, for that matter? Emily sighs.
"Fine, I'll go to the concert with you." It has taken her how long, ten minutes to cave in? Seeing JJ's smug grin almost makes her reverse her decision. That's why she acts on an impulse when she leans into JJ and whispers in her ear: "I'll go, but it'll cost you". The response she gets from the blonde is immediate and it's exquisite. JJ's skin is sizzling in anticipation, and Emily can almost inhale the arousal oozing from her girlfriend's body, which makes her lower abdomen ache. It is her turn to wear a self-satisfied smirk on her face; getting JJ all worked up is a task that has proven to be effortless for Emily Prentiss.
JJ wouldn't admit it, but she loves it when the older woman has the upper hand, eliciting all sorts of reactions from her body and making her relinquish any sense of control she might have.
JJ's eyes are fluttering close, and her heart is hammering against her chest. Emily lingers over her face, leaving trails of hot air on her skin as she breathes, and JJ forces herself to open her eyes briefly. Their gazes meet, and there's so much both women can convey without uttering a single word. Emily can read her like a book, and what she sees in her girlfriend's blue eyes are naked desire and a silent plea. She knows what JJ yearns for, and what she's expecting from her, but she decides now is neither the time nor place for it. Morgan and Rossi are in the room next door, and the walls in this hotel are indecently thin. So, she does the only sensible thing to do. She leaves a delicate kiss on her girlfriend's cheek, grazing her lips ever so lightly as JJ tries to pull her closer.
"Not now, love," she says, cradling the younger woman's head in her arms. "You don't have to repay me right away." JJ whimpers and Emily realizes she is being a tad cruel. It takes all of her self-restraint to abstain from undressing JJ and putting her hands and lips where JJ needs them to be, fondling, stroking, kissing, licking... Damn her willpower. But then again, they are playing a game. A game of flirtatious dominance JJ more than willingly lets her win again and again because Emily is terribly alluring when she takes the lead, be it in the bedroom or elsewhere.
Still, that doesn't mean JJ won't play, too. She gingerly disentangles herself from Emily's touch so that they are face to face again. Then, she slowly licks her lips before flashing her girlfriend a coy smile that hits Emily right in the chest. A million butterflies are unleashed in her stomach, and she utters a low, desperate groan. She flips JJ on her back in one elegant, swift motion, and soon her lips are brushing JJ's; teasing and tickling, until JJ is moaning and writhing beneath her. Then, finally, she presses them fervently onto JJ's mouth, an act which turns into a slow, languid kiss, the kind JJ loves. Emily pulls away all of a sudden, turning around and leaving a flustered, heavy-breathing blonde lying on the bed, neglected by her merciless girlfriend.
Emily ignores the dampness between her own legs and decides it's best to try and catch some sleep before dawn, so Hotch wouldn't have a reason to reprimand either of them. Things are already a little tense with their boss since he knows about them and has graciously decided not to inform SES Strauss. Just when she's about to fall asleep, JJ gets her revenge. She crawls on top of Emily, who is wearing nothing but a thin, silken nightgown that plays with her curves. Emily is painfully aware of the younger woman's breasts pressed into her back.
The heat and lust radiating off JJ's body are palpable even through the fabric of their negligees, and for a split second, her resolve falters and she contemplates fucking JJ with no reserve in this hotel room, even if they share a wall with their colleagues. But, she wouldn't be Emily Prentiss, an ambassador's daughter, if she didn't know how to keep her urges at bay. She manages to gently shake JJ off, which the blonde acknowledges with a small cry of protest, and concludes their 'game' by rolling her girlfriend over so that she's facing away from her. It is easier to resist temptation if JJ can't make eye contact. Emily inches closer to her nestles her head in JJ's hair and loosely wraps her arms around her slender figure. JJ scoffs but remains still, and after a while, both women drift off to sleep.