"Is this okay?"
JJ had driven them through North Versailles to show Emily where she'd gone to school at East Allegheny High, the bowling alley where she and her friends spent nearly every weekend, the park where she'd had her first kiss with Andrew Marsden. Emily had enjoyed hearing about JJ's memories, but that had been ten minutes ago, now they were cruising through McKeesport four and a half miles away where the house JJ had grown up in was located. The closer they got to it, the more nervous Emily felt. She'd met the family of girlfriends in the past, but she had never been so anxious about making a good impression before.
They had plans to go to the triennial family reunion at the Jareau household later that year and JJ hadn't wanted to overwhelm Emily with exactly how large her extended family was off the bat, so when they'd gotten a long weekend, they'd packed their bags and Henry into JJ's car and drove to Pennsylvania to spend it with JJ's immediate family.
"We're here!" JJ announced excitedly, parking on the curb in front of a modest two story white clapboard house. She unbuckled her seatbelt and twisted in her seat to grab a hold of Henry's leg and shake it gently to wake him up. "Henry, we're here."
Emily took a deep breath and got out of the car, staring up at the house apprehensively. "Is this okay?" she asked as JJ and Henry came around to that side of the car. "I mean, do I look presentable?"
JJ bent over slightly to address her son. "What do you think, Henry?" she asked with a smile, her eyes on Emily. "How does Momem look?"
"Pretty!" Henry yelled happily, pulling JJ's hand in an attempt to drag her up the front walk. "I can ring the bell?" at JJ's nod, he scrambled up the steps and jammed his finger against the doorbell several times.
"You'll be fine, babe." JJ promised, kissing Emily's cheek before leading her up to the porch just as the front door opened.
"Gramma!" Henry shouted, jumping up and down as Sandy Jareau bent to pepper kisses on his face. "I'muna play!" He squirmed out of her grasp and darted into the house, leaving his grandmother on the porch.
"There's my Jenny!" Sandy said, spreading her arms open as JJ made it to the porch.
"Hey mom!" JJ responded, hugging her mother tightly. She stepped back to motion for Emily, who was trying not to look stressed, to move forward. "This is Emily."
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mrs Jareau." Emily said sticking out her hand; JJ snickered at her use of her Ambassador Junior voice.
"Oh please, just call me Sandy! Jenny's told me so much about you!" JJ's mother insisted, surprising Emily by not shaking her hand when she grasped it, but pulling her into a warm hug which caused Emily to tense for a second before she relaxed and returned it.
"Is Thomas here?" JJ asked as they went into the house, leaving their bags in the car for later. Emily glanced around the living room while Sandy explained Thomas would be there by dinner. It looked lived in, the definition of homey, the opposite of the practically sterile environment of any of her Mother's houses.
"Why don't you show Emily around and rest a bit while I go spoil my grandson and get dinner situated?" Sandy suggested, disappearing down the hall and into the kitchen.
JJ played the part of the dutiful tour guide, starting where they were standing in the living room, past the dining room to the kitchen where they could see through the sliding glass door to the backyard where Henry was happily jumping on a trampoline with Sandy egging him on. JJ led them upstairs, glossing over her parents room, Thomas' old room, and touching but not opening the closed door to Rosaline's old room. "And this is where we'll sleep." JJ said, crossing the threshold to her old room.
Emily smiled as she walked into the space; it was very JJ. The walls were painted a pale shade of robin's egg blue dotted with posters and pictures. In the far corner was a full-sized bed with a purple comforter, a white dresser across the room from it. Emily moved to the wall adjacent to the door where there was a set of shelves littered with soccer trophies under a corkboard covered with photos, debate ribbons, and Polaroid's. She was studying a picture of JJ in her high school soccer uniform: her arms slung over the shoulders of two of her teammates, the three of them grinning widely at the camera, when Emily felt JJ wrap an arm around her waist, resting a cool hand under the hem of Emily's shirt.
The brunette hummed contentedly until she felt JJ sweep her hair to one side with her free hand and place several kisses on the back of her neck. "JJ…" Emily drawled, her tone warning.
"What?" JJ asked innocently even though the hand she had against Emily's stomach had started inching higher. "I'm not doing anything."
Emily frowned and turned in JJ's arms to face her, the blonde draping her arms around Emily's shoulders. "I am not going to defile you in your childhood bedroom." She stated resolutely.
"That's fine," JJ replied, undeterred. She ran her tongue up the side of Emily's neck, ending at with hard nip to her earlobe. "Since I was going to defile you in my childhood bedroom."
"Jennifer," Emily sighed out, sounding much more concupiscent than the exasperated tone she'd meant to come out. "What about…" she trailed off helplessly, her train of thought derailed by JJ's teeth raking gently along the side of her neck toward her collarbone and the blonde's hand palming her chest.
"Mom will watch Henry until dinner," JJ promised, punctuating her point with kisses between words. "And Thomas is sleeping in his room with Lillian and Ally when he gets here, so we probably won't get another chance this whole weekend." She drew Emily into a heated kiss, feeling triumphant when the older woman whimpered.
"At least lock the door." Emily murmured dazedly when they broke apart, shoving JJ lightly away from her as she went over to the bed.
JJ smirked and moved to close the door. "That's my girl." She said, twisting the lock.