"I think you're beautiful."
Emily groaned, hips bucking into JJ as the blonde slipped her thigh between Emily's legs. Emily's wrists were crossed one over the other and pinned above her head in the tight grip of one of JJ's hands while her other hand was roaming purposefully around Emily's bare torso. Emily's wrists curled as she half-heartedly struggled to free herself from JJ's hold, JJ making a noise of disapproval in the back of her throat and biting down hard on the nipple in her mouth causing Emily to suck in air sharply through her teeth.
They hadn't had sex in two months. At first, because JJ was healing and it just wasn't feasible but when JJ had gotten her medical clearance to return to the field and "all other physical activity," she had been weirdly self-conscious. She knew she was being irrational, knew that Emily didn't care and had seen the now wrinkled pale flesh on her abdomen before it had healed and hadn't flinched, but there was just something that kept holding her back. Emily had been more than patient, she had understood, but that night JJ had decided she was going to make love to her girlfriend no matter what the PTSD was whispering to her.
"JJ…" Emily huffed out trying to twist out of the grip on her wrists a little more earnestly and grunting when the blonde hummed in response. "I want…I need…please"
"Tell me." JJ rasped, a shiver running through her at the begging note to Emily's voice. She used her free hand to unbutton, unzip, and then roughly yank down Emily's jeans. JJ ran a teasing finger just under the waistband of Emily's underwear and nipped at her collarbone hard causing Emily to cry out and use the momentum from her arched back to wrench one of her hands free, grabbing the collar of JJ's shirt and dragging her up to kiss her.
"I need to see you." Emily whimpered when they pulled apart.
JJ nodded and sat up on Emily's thighs to unbutton her blouse without breaking eye contact, shrugging out of the shirt after she undid the last button. She had expected to feel differently with her new scar exposed in this way. Shamed maybe, bashful certainly, but she didn't feel either of those things. She couldn't, not with Emily looking at her like that—her eyes so dark they were almost black, her cheeks rosy and her tongue unconsciously rolling over her swollen lips.
"You're beautiful." JJ murmured reverently, discarding her bra and supporting her weight with a hand on either side of Emily's head to lean down and kiss her.
"I think you're beautiful." Emily whispered back, deft fingers undoing the buttons on JJ's pants and pushing them down now that her hands were free.