When Emily walks in the door of her house on Tuesday afternoon she is emotionally spent. Two funerals in two day; emotional attachment to the family of one; stress of dealing with clergy who hates her at the other. It was just too much. She sees the note from Francesca that she and the kids are at the community playground for a play date with some of the other children in the neighborhood.
"Damn…could really use a Henry Hug and Rocky Kisses," she mumbles.
Sergio comes padding up to her, winding through her legs. She smiles and picks him up.
"Hey, buddy. Guess you can tell I need a little love, huh?"
She carries him upstairs with her, chatting with him the whole time. He purrs and chirrups in response. As he rubs his head against her chin, she can't help but smile.
"I love you, Sergio. You really are the best kitty ever."
In her room she sets him on the bed. He kneads a nest in the comforter and settles in for a nap. She runs her hand over him once more before changing into some workout clothes. She makes her way to the basement, hoping to exercise her way out of the funk she is in. She turns on the satellite radio and tunes it to her favorite 80's station. Climbing on the treadmill she starts off with a light jog to loosen up her muscles.
After stretching she goes to the universal machine and starts to work her arms and abs. She focuses only on the repetitions; only on the muscles she is working. She goes from drill to drill doing her best to not think of two dead police officers. She in the middle of a set of inverted sit-ups when she hears someone calling for her from the top of the stairs.
"MAMA!"
Emily smiles and sits up, pulling a t-shirt on over her sports bra. Grabbing a bottle of water out of the small fridge down there she goes upstairs. She hears Henry and Rocky back in the activity room calling for her.
"I'm in the kitchen, guys," she calls out as she locks the child safe latch on the basement door.
She hears pounding little feet and the slap of hands on the ground as Henry and Rocky run and crawl to the see their mama. She meets them in the foyer.
"MAMA!" both kids squeal happily.
She kneels down and pulls them into her arms. Henry pulls away, his nose wrinkled.
"Mama wet!"
Emily laughs. "Yes, I'm sweaty. So are you, Champ. I still love you and want to hug you."
He laughs and hugs her. "Love Mama."
She kisses his cheek and then kisses Rocky's. "Did you two have fun at the playground?"
"Si, Mama. Had fun."
"Good. I'm glad. Do you mind if I take a shower before dinner? Maybe by the time I get out Mommy will be home."
"'Kay Mama. Shower. No stinky."
Emily laughs. "Young man, I am not stinky."
Henry nods innocently. "Si, Mama. Stinky."
Francesca and Emily both laugh. Emily starts to tickle her son. "I'll remember that, Champ. You forget who's bigger!"
"Uh oh! Potty, Mama!"
Henry breaks away and runs to the bathroom. Emily looks up at Francesca.
"Oops. Hope I didn't cause an accident."
Henry walks out of the bathroom a moment later, his face sad. Emily's heart breaks as he holds his shorts and pull up in his hand.
"Acc'dent, Mama," he says dejectedly.
Emily stands and hands Rocky to Francesca. She walks over and kneels in front of her boy.
"Henry, it was just an accident because I tickled you. It's not you fault, okay? You are doing so good. You knew to go to potty but it was too late. It's really okay, Champ. I promise."
He slowly looks up at her, shame in his eyes. "Not bad boy?"
Emily smiles and frames his face with her hands. "Not at all. You were a good boy. But accidents sometimes happen. Okay?"
He sighs. "'Kay, Mama."
She stands with him in her arms. "Come on, Champ, let's go get you a new pull up, okay?"
He lays his head on her shoulder as she carries him upstairs. Once he is dressed again, Emily smiles at him. "So, ready to go back down to the playroom while I shower?"
He smiles. "'Kay, Mama. Henry love Mama."
"And Mama loves Henry."
JJ's jaw drops. "Seriously? They 'encouraged' you to do the right thing and skip the funeral?"
Emily swallows a bite of ziti. "Yep. For the good of the family. Jen, that family was devastated and they needed all the support they could get. They were burying their 23 year old son who hadn't even been on the force for a year. I pointed out to Father Rico that God had yet to strike me down so I didn't think He minded me being there."
JJ chuckles. "I bet that was well-received."
"Oh, yeah. About that time Captain Durning walked up and reminded the priest of the consequences of causing a scene at a police funeral. Who knew I didn't need my mother to keep the church off my sinning back?"
JJ laughs. "Twisted, Agent Prentiss. Very twisted."
"I know. Truth is it was so emotionally draining a small part of me wished I'd been told to stay away. But mostly I was glad I was able to thank that family for their sacrifice."
"It's great you and Hotch went. It wouldn't have been right if we didn't have someone there to pay the respects of the team."
"I know." She reaches across the table and takes JJ's hand. "But I'm glad it's over. And I will be so glad to hold you tonight. Last night, all I wanted to do was hold you in my arms and thank God and the angels that you are alive and in my life. I love you, Jennifer Prentiss."
JJ lifts her wife's hand and gives it a kiss. "I love you, Emily Prentiss. Now and always."
"Ahora y para siempre," Emily echoes.
"What do you say we clean up dinner and retreat to our room?"
Emily smiles. "I'd say that is a wonderful idea."
In their bedroom, JJ starts to undress her wife. When Emily starts to help, JJ stills the brunette's hands.
"Let me, Emily. I want to take care of you tonight."
Emily pulls her into a deep kiss. "Let's take care of each other, Jennifer."
JJ smiles and kisses her wife again. "Who am I to argue with that?"
Still kissing, they slowly undress each other, their hands caressing each bit of skin that is exposed. Soon they are standing naked in their bedroom, the glow from the moon outside bathing them both in soft light. Emily kisses along JJ's shoulder, her tongue dancing over the scar left by the Norfolk case.
"You are so beautiful, Jennifer," she says as she latches on to her wife's pulse point.
JJ groans, her head arching to the side to give Emily as much access as he wants. Her hands slide over the toned body in front of her. She smiles as she feels the tight ab muscles jump below her fingers.
"I love to feel your body respond to me," she whispers.
She wraps her fingers into raven locks and pulls Emily back up into a deep kiss. Emily slowly moves them back towards the bed. She sits down on the edge, putting her mouth level with her wife's beautiful chest. As a hand massages one breast, her mouth feasts on the other, her other hand squeezes her wife's toned ass.
"Oh, Em, yes," JJ breathes out, her hands squeezing Emily's shoulders, encouraging her to continue.
After a few minutes, JJ grabs Emily's head and stares into her eyes. "I need you. I want you now, Emily. I want to take you as you take me. Please. Together."
Emily scoots back on the bed, opening herself to her wife. JJ slowly climbs on top of the taller woman. She moans as Emily's breath blows over her already aching and ready center. She slowly brings her head down and slides her tongue between Emily's legs.
"Oh, Jen!"
Emily hips jump up at the contact. JJ grabs her wife's hips, holding them right where she wants them. Emily positions her wife above her and flattens her tongue, dragging it through soaked curls.
"Oh, Em," JJ moans against her wife, causing Emily to shudder.
As one, they start to work each other. Licking, sucking, kissing. Soon, both women are on the edge. Testament to how much they love and know each other, simultaneously they both thrust a finger in as they suck each other's clits harder and faster. In just a few seconds they are moaning their ecstasy into each other's center, rocking themselves into oblivion.
As their orgasms end, JJ rolls off her of wife. They entwine their fingers together as they lay side by side. JJ rolls her head to the side and kisses Emily's knee.
"I love you, Emily."
"I love you, too, Jen," she says emotionally.
JJ sits up, hearing the break in her wife's voice. She quickly crawls up to Emily and pulls her close as tears streak down the woman's face.
"Oh, Em."
Emily pulls her close, her head upon her wife's breast. "How could I make it, Jen? How could I go on?"
JJ strokes a hand through her hair. "They same way I would. You would do it for the kids and our family. I would do it so they never forgot their Mama and how brave she was and how much she loved them. Everyday I would wake up knowing half my soul is gone but for them I would go on. And so would you, baby." She kisses her temple. "So would you," she reiterates.
Emily nods. "Yeah, I guess I would." She tugs on JJ's hand and the blonde turns so they are face to face. "How about we just never put this whole plan to the test?"
JJ smiles. "I think that sounds best. But know this, Emily: I love you more than I ever thought I could love anyone. You have made my life better than I ever dreamed it could be just by being in it. If something does happen to me, never forget that."
Emily kisses JJ gently. "I won't. Just promise you will remember the same thing about me. There was a time I didn't deserve you, Jennifer. And at times I'm still not sure I do. But I thank God everyday for putting you in my life."
They kiss again. JJ shifts so she is straddling her wife. Soon, they are once again making love and they continue to do so long into the night.
