I'm not happy with this chapter, hopefully the next one will be better... I hope you still enjoy it.
JJ waves the musical tickets in Emily's face in excitement, but Emily's gaze stops her dead in her tracks.
"A musical?" Emily exclaims and continues to glare at her. "JJ, that's even worse!"
"How is a musical worse?" JJ asks, appalled as if Emily has dared to offend the Pope himself.
"You do realize I hate musicals, don't you?" Emily is shooting arrows through her eyes. She does feel strongly about this type of entertainment, and there are valid reasons for her aversion. Reasons she hasn't told JJ about because she figured it wasn't that important. She doesn't mind watching Mary Poppins with her girlfriend, or any other Disney movie, but going to an ABBA musical is like two of her worst nightmares combined. Emily shakes her head as though wanting to get rid of her thoughts, and turns to JJ, who is biting her lower lip and managing to look both guilty and adorable.
"I knew that you would say no if I told you the truth," she sheepishly admits, but Emily sees she's not one bit sorry for withholding that bit of information. It's always JJ's eyes that give her away; that youthful naivete she has preserved well into adulthood and which fills Emily's heart with a tender passion.
"Damn right I would have," Emily mutters surly, furrowing her brow.
JJ knows Emily isn't half as angry as she is projecting to be. She's feigning indignation only to bring it up later in the bedroom. The blonde is sure that she will pay for this small act of defiance, but the adrenaline rush is worth watching her girlfriend sulk for a little while. JJ shudders in anticipation, thinking about the first time they made love. She had been a nervous wreck, while Emily had been gentle, loving, and patient.
"Why couldn't it be La Traviata or Carmen? Or even West Side Story, for that matter?" Emily grumbles. JJ laughs and rolls her eyes at her girlfriend's refined taste, as she calls it.
"Because the first two aren't even musicals, and West Side Story is too depressing. I want to see something light-hearted and fun."
Light-hearted and fun sounds like JJ, Emily thinks. She has always preferred the dark and dramatic; horror movies and bloodthirsty thrillers, but those give JJ awful nightmares, so there have been a lot of fluffy, romantic comedies and animated movies since they started dating. Emily sighs in exasperation.
"Yeah, but why a musical? Some operas fit those criteria, you know," she points out.
"Name one." It sounds like a dare, and JJ crosses her arms to emphasize her words. She reckons ABBA classifies as superficial and even superfluous music as far as Emily is concerned, but the songs hold a special place in her heart. They remind her of her sister, who introduced JJ to the band when she was nine years old.
"The Magic Flute, for example," Emily replies after a short time of thinking. "Così fan tutte, too..."
"Fair enough, but I don't understand enough French and not one bit of Italian or German... You would've wanted to watch them in their original versions." JJ knows her too well.
"They have supertitles for a reason."
"I don't want to strain my eyes."
"Ah, but it's okay if I strain my ears? I'll need at least a week to recover after this," Emily laments.
"Now you're just being dramatic. Who doesn't like ABBA?" JJ says and looks at Emily like she's an alien.
"Haven't you seen my high school photo? I was into Punk, Rock, Metal, and Grunge. ABBA is the exact opposite," Emily reminds her grouchily.
"Aww, don't be gruff! Give it a chance, maybe you'll like it. Do it for me?" JJ says, pouting her lips and taking a step forward to rest her hands on Emily's arms. "Please," she adds, and Emily inwardly groans. Those dazzling blue eyes are going to be her death of her someday.
"I have already said yes, and I stay firm to my word," she says, shrugging.
JJ smiles triumphantly and pulls her into a hug, then kisses her quickly on the lips.
"Don't look so smug," Emily admonishes her, but she's struggling to remain serious. JJ has a way to get what she wants from people, especially from Emily. There are very few buttons she doesn't know how to push, only because she doesn't know about their existence, and Emily hopes she never will. It may look like Emily's the boss in their bedroom and their relationship, but at a closer look, the opposite is true. She doesn't want to be left feeling completely powerless and at JJ's mercy.
"You'll owe me big time for this, Jareau," she mumbles under her breath. A nervous chuckle escapes JJ's lips. "Oh, I think you'll find my gratitude will be worth your while."
"I suggest you stop what you're doing if you're still keen on going to the musical," Emily says, her voice sultry.
"And what would that be, Agent Prentiss?"
"Jayje, I'm serious. Stop it."
"Or what?" Emily takes a deep breath. She is starting to feel a little nauseous, which is an unequivocal sign of... something else.
"Or I'll spank you," she croaks. This is not how she had wanted her words to sound. JJ is still standing impossibly close to her, and her sweet perfume is somewhat sickening. Emily feels her cheeks burning, and she purposefully avoids looking into her girlfriend's eyes. Suddenly, the blonde's lips are rubbing against Emily's ear.
"I'd like that."
Emily gulps and almost loses her balance. JJ catches her in time, though, and both women almost fall to the floor.
"I believe we're even now," JJ says innocently after catching her breath from giggling. "Your self-restraint is infuriating! I swear to God, I was about to yell at you the other night."
Emily knows damn well which night the blonde is talking about.
"Come on, Jennifer, you enjoyed that," she says in a low, raspy voice. JJ clears her throat, not once, but twice, yet she's physically unable to form a coherent word when Emily talks to her like that.
"Better be prepared, because I'll show no mercy."