I watched as Jennifer precisely ran the bloodied knife over our victim's body, tracing over his outline as though to absorb every detail into that gorgeous mind of hers. Without any further hesitation, I approached her from behind, my arms wrapping around her slender waist while my hands clasped in front of her. This caused for the blonde to freeze her head turning to the side to expose her jawline to me. Hell, JJ knew that I couldn't control myself any more than she could. This was our routine, and we were not going to deviate from that anytime soon. Tenderly, I began to kiss along the right side of her jawline, my grip tightening on her waist in order to pull her body flush against mine. One of my hands stayed placed on the slender waist that was pressed against me, sprawling over her hip bone and keeping her in place while the other made its way up her body. Slithering up over the crimson coloured fabric, I grinned at how she had managed to spare her dress of even the smallest droplet of blood. Somehow she always managed to do as such, and it never failed to amaze me.
As soon as my hand reached its destination, JJ released a small groan, her breath escaping her lips while she melted against me. She had been waiting for this, the way that the cuts had been becoming less and less methodic only proved this theory, and I sighed against the soft skin behind her ear. My hand cupped her breast, a small chuckle escaping as once again the smaller woman released sounds of both encouragement and pleasure. She wanted this. She wanted me. Undeniably, I wanted her as well. Sliding my hand into the slit that plunged between the valley of her breasts, I touched the silky smooth skin that I knew so well. It was almost like a map, the creases of her exposed chest leading me down to her stomach. Knowing damn well that I couldn't access the area she so desperately would want me to, I slipped my hand from the confining fabric and lifted it so as to grasp her jaw in my hand. Tilting it to the side, my lips instantly found my lover's and, almost as soon as JJ's tongue found entrance into my mouth, I pulled back, a smirk across my lips. She should have known; I always loved to tease. Her blue eyes immediately snapped open and after blinking a couple of times, she stared deeply into my own. Without a further second, the smaller woman's bloodied hand was lifting up to where my lips were, and her tongue running along the outline of her lips.
My neck remained pulled back so as to watch the blonde's movements; her blue eyes filled with lust and desire, her porcelain skin sporting small droplets of blood, and the tiniest drop of crimson sliding from the corner of her mouth down her chin. In a split second, I leaned forward and ran my own tongue over the small stream of blood, being sure for the warmth to reside against her for a few moments. My mouth curled into a smile as I felt the woman before me shudder in delight and I knew damn well that she would be impatient unless we hurried. So, with a husky tone I leaned in and took her earlobe between my teeth, rolling it around before pulling back and breathing heavily into her ear.
"Let's get out of here, darling."
As soon as we entered our hotel room, I had Jennifer pinned against the wall, our lips tangled together in a hungry flurry of kisses. My hands slid behind the blonde's back, fingers wrapping around the zipper and grasping it, resulting in me dragging it down. The sounds of the metal drowned on longer than necessary, and an impatient Jennifer pulled back and shimmied her shoulders so as to slip the dress from her body. Within a matter of seconds, Jennifer Jareau stood naked in front of me, her lack of undergarments causing my centre to dampen almost immediately.
"Emily… Please." The blonde looked me up and down, her arm extending in my direction and her hand opening and closing in an attempt to beckon me to move faster. My lips spread into a grin and I purred softly, accepting her invitation and taking her smaller hand in my own. Her feet stepped gingerly out of the dress that laid on the carpeted floor and she followed behind me as I led her to the queen sized bed. She knew exactly what to do, spinning around and falling back as soon as her calves hit the bed frame.
Almost immediately she was leaning up onto her elbows, her blonde hair falling over her shoulders, exposing her perfect collarbones up towards me. Her pert nipples were hardened with the chill of the air, the valley of her breasts covered slightly in goosebumps, and I couldn't help myself as I leaned forward and ran my tongue from her navel up to the base of her neck. JJ wrapped her arms around my shoulders and arched herself against my body, her skin pressing against my still clothed body.
"Eager, eager, my darling…" I whispered quietly against her pulse point just before gently digging my teeth into her skin, in turn eliciting a soft moan from her lips. One of her hands lifted up and grasped my raven hair, her fingers ever so softly massaging themselves into my scalp, tangling and pulling in response. "Patience is a virtue, Jareau," my voice mumbled out in a throaty growl before I lifted my head to look straight into her blue eyes, "remember that." The absence of my lips against her skin acted as a sign for her to respond, and her own head raised in time with mine; her lips turned up in arousal and the sky blue of her eyes that I had come to know had turned a darker colour. The hunt drove her to this state, and every time we finished a kill, I noticed the enlargement of her pupils, the way that her tongue darted between her lips more often, the darkening of her eyes. The blonde turned from the woman that everyone knew and loved at the office to an animal, hungry for revenge.
Over time, I had learned to appreciate this other side of Jennifer Jareau. The blood was like a drug to her, like she was a shark drawn to the scent, ready to feast.
Just as I was when she was in this position beneath me, completely at my will.
A small tug of my hair from the younger woman under me tore me from my daydream and my focus once again returned to the body that I worshipped. Every dip and curve, every mark that she was born with and the ones that were created later in life caused for me to fall deeper in love with her. Each one told a story, a story of how the woman had become who she was. Often I asked if it was love or lust, and at any other time I would have been able to say love without a second thought. In this position, however, I lusted for her. I lusted to milk the moans from her lips, to be the cause of her sounds of sultry pleasure to leak and corrupt the air. My hand didn't want to waste anymore time, and it slid down her body, stopping only at her inner thighs. A small groan broke the silence and JJ opened her legs to allow a welcome to my hand; welcoming it home. Slowly, two of my fingers slid into the blonde's core, her back arching as soon as the contact was made. I thrusted my hand once, twice, three times before stopping with a sudden movement, my fingers still buried deep within the woman beneath me. Jennifer whimpered, causing my own body to tremble slightly in arousal, but I followed her noise by retracting my hand and being sure to run the tips of my wet fingers against her clit, another whimper practically begging me to continue.
But I wouldn't. Even she knew that.
Instead, I trailed my tongue down the smooth, pale skin of my partner, being sure to keep our eyes locked for the entirety of the time. Once I nestled myself between her legs, I grinned up towards her and knew that the fun was truly about to begin. My tongue slid between the sweet lips of Jennifer's centre, and her mouth parted so as to comply with the cries of ecstasy that tore from her throat. Already the blonde was squirming with my body positioned between her legs, but as though routine they parted to rest themselves against my shoulders. I watched as her beautiful eyes closed, both of her hands clasping at the sheets that were already a mess under her nude body as though to keep herself grounded down on Earth.
One of my hands held onto her leg to allow her the comfort of knowing I was there, but the other lifted, my fingers flicking her clit in the melodical way that came all too naturally. I knew, from our many accounts of intimacy, that with Jennifer as aroused as she was it wouldn't take her long to reach orgasm, and as soon as I saw the convulsions of her body; the way her back arched up completely off of the bed, the way that her hands squeezed the fabric in her fingers, her knuckles turning white, and the way in which her mouth opened in that beautiful way. Instead of a scream, however, the blonde released a sigh, the one in which allowed for me to know that her breaking point had been reached.
Both of us ended in a smile, and although I waited for her orgasm to be complete I couldn't help but to admire the woman that laid before me. I looked up to her, my eyes watching as she bit her lips between her teeth, my fingers running gently over the skin of her inner thighs, just before I spoke.
"You are so beautiful."