"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to."
Fire and electricity ignited every one of JJ's nerve endings at the breathy moan that escaped from between Emily's lips as JJ trailed kisses down the pale column of her neck. JJ had Emily pinned underneath her by straddling the other woman's hips and gripping her hands against Emily's shoulders, keeping her back pressed to the bed.
JJ groaned when Emily's hips rose into her, the brunette's hands moving back and forth between JJ's back and the tops of her thighs. JJ moved back to Emily's mouth to kiss her deeply, blindly working at the buttons on her blouse while Emily nipped at JJ's lower lip. Gasping for air, JJ pushed the material of the shirt to both sides impatiently before covering the thin red material of Emily's bra with her hands, immediately feeling her raised nipples pressing into her palms.
JJ pulled back and sat up just enough to gaze into eyes dark with desire, a shiver rippling through her as Emily's warm hands slipped under her shirt to the skin of her abdomen. JJ raked her well-manicured fingernails gently down Emily's sides, taking a moment to admire the purple iris tattoo on Emily's ribcage that she'd never seen before and smiling smugly when the brunette's eyelids fluttered at the sensation. She traced a careful hand around the jagged scar on Emily's left side from where she had been impaled and tried not to think of how close she'd come to losing her. Instead, JJ kissed the blackbird tattoo over Emily's heart tenderly before moving back to her lips.
They rocked fruitlessly against each other, each seeking friction that didn't seem to be enough with their clothes on. When Emily tugged up on the hem of JJ's shirt, JJ didn't hesitate to pull the offending garment over her head and toss it behind her where it was promptly forgotten, not even letting Emily enjoy the sight of her in her bra before discarding that as well. Emily grinned up at JJ, her expression nothing short of feral and JJ yelped in surprise when Emily reversed their positions suddenly so she was on top, kissing down JJ's neck.
JJ took advantage of this new position by wrapping her legs around Emily's waist, unhooking Emily's bra, letting it fall down her forearms and stay bunched at her wrists for a moment while JJ was distracted by the brunette's deft fingers rolling her nipples tightly before she managed to toss that somewhere into the depths of the room as well.
"Em…" JJ tried minutes later, her voice hoarse. "Emily…" Emily hummed into her neck and bit down where JJ's shoulder turned into the column of her throat. "Emily!" she gasped.
Emily registered in some dim part of her brain that JJ was trying to say something, so she pulled back, pleased with how disheveled JJ looked. "What's wrong?"
JJ cupped the side of Emily's face with one hand and ran her thumb along the skin of her cheek, smiling when Emily closed her eyes and leaned into the touch. "Nothing," she assured, unhooking her legs from around Emily's waist and guiding the other woman down to lie on her side next to her. "I just thought we were going to wait?"
Emily ran her hand idly up and down JJ's side, her eyes that had been clouded over with lust turning warm. "I don't know about you, but I think we've done quite enough of that."
JJ closed the small space between them and kissed Emily gently. "I think you're right." Her breath hitched when Emily brought their lips back together hungrily and no more words were exchanged between them for several hours until they both lay naked, heaving, and practically spent in a tangle of sheets.
"That was…" Emily panted, wiping at the sheen of sweat that had formed on her brow.
"Mm-hm. It was." JJ agreed breathlessly. They lay smiling dopily at each other for a few minutes, high on endorphins until JJ sat up and scooted off the bed, tugging at Emily's ankle. "Come on."
"Come on, what?" Emily asked, grinning cockily when JJ wobbled on unsteady feet for a second.
"We're all sweaty." JJ pointed out walking backwards across the room and hiking her thumb over her shoulder towards the en suite. "So we should…" she nodded, not needing to complete her thought, as Emily comprehended what she was saying and quickly got off the bed to follow her into the bathroom. JJ leaned against the counter to watch Emily fiddle with the shower and caught her reflection out of the corner of her eye. Turning to face herself, JJ smirked at her mussed appearance. She was smoothing her hair back futilely when she pushed the hair back from her neck and saw it. "Emily Parker Prentiss!" JJ hissed, causing the woman in question to turn quickly, her eyes wide and hands held up in a placating gesture.
"What?!"
"Don't you what, me, look what you did!" JJ said loudly without pulling her gaze from the mirror.
Emily moved so that she was behind JJ and looked to where she'd tilted her head to one side, exposing her neck. High on her throat was a large purple bruise in the shape of Emily's mouth. "Oops." Emily said, not sounding the least bit contrite.
"I can't show up to work with a hickey." JJ said sternly, watching the brunette's reflection. "I am someone's mother!" Her expression softened involuntarily as Emily laughed and snaked her arms around JJ's waist.
"I'm sorry." Emily said sincerely, kissing the mark. "I didn't mean to. We can put makeup on it."
JJ leaned back into the embrace and met Emily's gaze in the mirror, smiling wickedly. "Guess, I'll just have to get you back, huh?"