A/N: So, it only took me about five seconds into writing this chapter to realize this was definitely not going to be a simple four or five chapter story. Not too sure how long it will be but I'll give a heads up when there's only a few chapters left.
Their first official day together was pretty much just like any other day; the exception to that normalcy being the completely random and all encompassing kiss Emily planted on JJ in the office. That fact that it was to prove to Morgan that they were totally fine kissing one another was not even a problem for JJ. Honestly, Emily could have said the kiss was for a hundred dollar bet with Morgan and JJ still wouldn't have cared. When a person is kissed like that, the reason tends to not matter.
However, after that kiss, things seemed to mellow out and Morgan sat at his desk with a dispirited expression on his face for the rest of the day while Emily smiled smugly at him every chance she got.
Moving all of Emily's two weeks worth of stuff into JJ's house was even less eventful.
All-in-all, the first day wasn't quite what JJ had been expecting; though that's not to say she was disappointed with how it turned out. Again, a kiss like that pretty much negated the remainder of the otherwise uneventful day. But whatever, it wasn't like the blonde had been distracted by it or anything; she definitely wasn't looking forward to another.
However lacking day one seemed to be, day two of the bet was looking much better, especially since it landed on a Saturday. There was also the teeny tiny fact that, per the agreed upon rules, Emily was sleeping in JJ's bed. And the fact that Emily appeared to be a cuddler; something JJ wouldn't have pegged the stoic profiler for, was something JJ couldn't quite wrap her head around.
It was even stranger since they had often shared rooms and on occasion, beds, during cases and not once had Emily ever pulled a move like this. It was like there was always an invisible partition between the two when they slept, but now that the bet had been set, JJ could only conclude that Emily was openly embracing it and lowering the barrier between what they had been and what they were now. Which she supposed was going from friends to girlfriends. Either way, it was surreal to imagine rough and tumble Emily Prentiss as a cuddler.
As it stood though, JJ awoke to the feeling of Emily's arm tightened around her abdomen and a nose buried into the nape of her neck; a steady flow of warm breath washing over her skin and bathing it in goose bumps.
It was odd to say the least but rather than over think things and question it all, JJ was deciding to just go with the flow. Obviously, that was something Emily had already resigned herself to, so the blonde figured she should probably do the same.
And if waking up to someone pressed into her back and spooning her was what she had to look forward to for the next thirteen days, she could definitely get used to it. It felt nice.
It felt right.
"JJ, where the heck did that come from?" The blonde questioned herself aloud, a little caught off guard by the complete honesty of the monologue in her mind.
"Jen, normally I'm okay with your insanity and weird need to talk to yourself but it's too early for it so shush and let me sleep," the profiler mumbled, half her words coming out as nothing but incoherent sounds as she refused to move her face from where it was burrowed into JJ's back.
"And normally I would pretend like I understood that but I haven't had my coffee and the way your arm is pressing on my bladder is making me a little irritable. So, repeat that? Preferably without mumbling into my shoulder." JJ responded in kind, using her irritability in the morning as a way to divert attention from being caught talking aloud to herself. Plus there was that annoying fact that every time Emily spoke her breath washed over JJ's skin and it was a hard feeling to ignore.
"I don't think I like grumpy, no-coffee yet, JJ." Emily grumbled, rolling away from the blonde and burrowing her face into her pillow.
"You would be the same way if you hadn't given up coffee." JJ said, glancing at the profiler with a look of sheer disbelief on her face, still unable to come to terms with the fact that someone had willingly given up coffee. It was a drink that was pretty much the embodiment of heaven. How a person could choose not to sip that every chance they got was just beyond her. Clearly, Emily was crazier than JJ had originally thought.
"I didn't give it up," Emily finally voiced, angrily smacking her pillow as it was startlingly apparent the suddenly chatty blonde wouldn't be letting her go back to sleep. "I just weaned myself off it a bit. Besides, you kept taking my coffee in the morning because you claimed the place I got it from made it taste like a tiny piece of heaven."
Smiling dreamily at the mention of those perfect cups of java, JJ sighed and rolled out of bed. "God, that coffee was delicious. You should have never stopped drinking it."
"Yeah, I didn't actually stop drinking it, I just lied so you would stop taking mine. But I did sort of get into the habit of drinking tea, it's surprisingly good." Emily commented, pointedly ignoring the look of aghast on JJ's face, as though the profiler had committed a cardinal sin.
"You still drink it?" JJ asked accusingly, her eyes wide with disbelief as she pointed her index finger at the profiler.
Resisting the urge to laugh, Emily tried to keep a straight face as she answered."Well, yeah, you drank it so you know how good it is. Like I could give up coffee that tasted like that? Please, Jen, that's just crazy." Emily easily waved off JJ as she rose from her spot on the bed, knowing there was no chance she was going to fall back asleep.
"Why didn't you just pick me up a cup too? Wouldn't that have been easier than just lying about it?" JJ finally asked, her face scrunched up in confusion as she tried to wrap her brain around the ridiculous and convoluted lengths Emily had gone through to keep her coffee from JJ's clutches.
Trying not to focus on how adorable JJ looked with messy bed head and a perplexed expression on her face, Emily pursed her lips in thought. Her expression smoothed out as she realized the truth in the media liaison's words, "Actually, yeah it would have been. Huh." Shrugging it off, Emily shook her head, "Oh well, no changing it now."
Before JJ could comment any further on the coffee crimes her friend and temporary girlfriend had committed, Emily was grabbing her bag and walking into the bathroom.
After both women were showered and ready to start their day, they settled into the kitchen with a hot cup of coffee in their hands and tried to hash out what their plans were going to be.
While JJ seemed to be having a coffee orgasm, Emily was busy rummaging through the contents of the blonde's fridge.
"JJ, a person should never make those sounds outside of the bedroom," the profiler said offhandedly, never once turning back to glance at the blonde who continued to make overenthusiastic and clearly delighted sounds at her coffee.
Removing her lips from the obviously expensive coffee blend, JJ didn't even try to look sheepish at having been so engrossed in the little cup of joy within her hands. "Hey, a blend like this deserves to know just how delicious it truly is. Plus, if you don't pay homage then the coffee gods don't gift you with friends that can afford the expensive and ridiculously good blends." The goofy expression on the blonde's face morphed into one of seriousness. "Seriously Em, this is possibly the best cup of coffee I've ever had."
Emily hadn't quite expected to hear JJ's moans and groans over a cup of coffee; yes, she expected some level of excitement over it but certainly not the show her blonde counterpart was giving her. It was a something that had her torn between laughing and wanting to blush in embarrassment.
"It's just coffee JJ," Emily brushed the comments and compliment off, never one for attention, even if it was coming from a friend. "And maybe you should focus more on stocking your fridge with food than your apparently ogasmic cup of coffee because this looks almost as bad as mine, and that's saying something."
Unwilling to let Emily harsh her mellow, JJ waved her hand as though she could physically dispel the words, "You're so melodramatic now that we're dating," the blonde complained, looking at the other woman briefly. "Besides, there's plenty of food in there, I just went shopping."
Returning to her search, Emily scoffed loudly, unable to fathom a decent breakfast with what resided in the fridge, "A five star chef couldn't even do anything with…" her words trailed off as she pulled out a carton of milk, "milk, old Chinese takeout, a rotten tomato and," she paused, hesitantly reaching in to pull something out. "I don't even want to know what this is."
In her hand, Emily held what looked to be a jar of pickles, the label on the container completely worn off. Inside however, through the murky sea foam green liquid, bright yellow blobs were floating around. "I'm afraid to even open the lid for fear of not only the smell but what kind of bacteria I'd be releasing into the air."
"It's not that bad, Em. I'm pretty sure those are…" the blonde trailed off, studying the container as she wracked her brain for what it was, "a vegetable of some sort that may or may not have been pickled."
Frowning at the answer, Emily shook the container, watching as brown and orange flecks of something started to float around in the murky liquid. "I don't think vegetables come in neon yellow and they definitely don't normally have brown and orange things floating off of them."
Foregoing any response from JJ, Emily dumped the container in the garbage, keeping as much distance from the object as possible.
"You know what, I never really liked breakfast anyways. Too much work," Emily finally said, closing the door to the refrigerator and taking a seat next to JJ.
"What do you want to do today? It's a Saturday so it should probably include drinks and something we can't usually do." The blonde suggested, wanting to get the most out of her day off, especially when they were so infrequent.
"We could double up with Garcia and Morgan." Emily suggested, taking a sip of her coffee as she tried to think of something worthwhile to do.
"Why in the world would you want to double up with them? You saw how they acted yesterday, I doubt going out after hours would be any better." JJ asked quickly, flabbergasted as to why Emily would want to put them through the torture of the 'Garcia Inquisition' that was sure to greet them should they spent time together.
Completely ignoring JJ's shock, Emily continued on as if they were merely talking about the weather, her tone casual and indifferent. "For starters, it'll give us an idea of how good they are as a couple but it could also be fun to mess with them."
"What did you have in mind?" The blonde asked, now slightly intrigued by the prospect of messing with the dynamic duo who seemed to always have the upper hand.
"Maybe drinks and dancing." Emily muttered, already thinking of ways to screw with Morgan and make him regret taking on the bet. "Where there's dancing, there's temptation. For Derek, dancing and flirting go hand in hand, and if he's drinking he's bound to slip up a bit. Who knows, he might blow the whole bet in just one night."
"And what about Pen?" JJ asked, still not seeing how this plan could mess with the true mastermind—Penelope Garcia.
"Even Garcia isn't immune to the jealousy bug. If she sees women throwing themselves at Morgan she's not going to just sit back and let it happen. Besides, even if that doesn't happen she still has to act like his girlfriend, so we'll just exploit that a bit." Honestly, Emily couldn't understand how JJ wasn't more excited about the idea of messing with Garcia and Morgan.
Reluctantly, JJ nodded in agreement. However, she was all too aware of how messy things could get when someone decided to prank or mess with the omnipotent tech analyst. When you're going up against a person who has access to copious amounts of knowledge on a person, you tend to pick and choose your battles carefully.
Apparently, that wasn't a lesson Emily had learned yet and JJ was content to sit back and watch the whole thing unfold. Plus, it would be nice to try and get inside Garcia and Morgan's heads, especially when it seemed like the two had been planning this bet for awhile.
It hadn't really clicked when Emily so fervently tried to plead her case about her suspicions but now whenever she looked at Garcia, she could see that twinkle in her eye that meant she was up to no good. And it was impossible not to feel like Penelope definitely had something up her sleeve.
"Fine, drinking and dancing with Pen and Derek. What's the worst that could happen?"
Walking into the club, the four team members immediately sought out a table to sit at before JJ and Morgan took off towards the bar to get the drinks.
The way JJ practically jumped at the chance to leave the vicinity of Penelope was almost laughable, but as it stood Emily was mentally calling JJ a coward and hoping by some stroke of luck that the blonde would hear the thought. The profiler should have known her blonde counterpart would fear the wrath of Penelope Garcia.
"So, how are you two lovebirds holding up?" Penelope asked casually, almost too casually if Emily had anything to say about it.
Narrowing her eyes just a fraction, her face full of unmasked suspicion, Emily leaned back in her seat and stared challengingly at the master manipulator. "They're going great. How about you and Morgan?"
The profiler's brown eyes were scrutinizing as she tried to sense any sort of leverage or hesitation with Penelope—she got none.
"Better than great. You should have seen us last night; I've certainly done a lot but I never imagined my Chocolate Adonis would be capable of some of the things we did." Penelope gushed, her eyes twinkling as she watched with glee as Emily blanched and grimaced at the over share.
Completely grossed out but unwilling to believe Garcia and Morgan did the deed, Emily decided to push and see just how much of that was truth. A part of her firmly believed that beyond the flirtatious banter and obvious ogling, there was nothing more than close friendship. The profiler couldn't fathom someone as straightforward and blunt as Penelope just sitting back and waiting for Morgan to ask her out. She was too take charge for that.
Though there was a very good chance she was completely wrong, she chose not to dwell on it and took a chance on calling Penelope's bluff.
"Oh?" The profiler questioned, forcing her very visible disgust to dissolve into a look of genuine interest. "What kinds of things? Because I've heard some of his stories and I've always wondered if what he said was true."
Emily leaned forward, her elbows resting gently on the table as she peered at the tech analyst.
Penelope, not quite expecting the bold question, floundered for only a second before her game face was on. "Interesting." Garcia said gleefully, her eyes lighting up as she mirrored Emily's posture. "I never took you for the kind of person to enjoy hearing other people's sex adventures. Who knew our pretty profiler was so kinky?"
Easily, pushing away the embarrassment at being called kinky, smiled an easy grin and shrugged, not wanting to divert the direction she had set the conversation in.
It was only because Emily was obviously the harder of the pair to rile up that Penelope sighed and began to weave her elaborate tale of her and Derek's first night together.
"Have you ever heard of a move called the pinwheel?" Garcia asked, her eyes wide with delight as she eagerly asked her question.
Not at all interested in hearing about that particular move, Emily nodded readily, her trademark smirk firmly in place. Both women were aware of the game of chicken they were playing but it was obvious neither one was willing to back down, so that meant they had to let things play out.
Unfortunately for Garcia, Emily didn't have much at stake in the game, except maybe a few therapy sessions from the mental trauma the story would give her. Penelope on the other hand, had to tell a story that wasn't too unbelievable and one that wouldn't embarrass Morgan, because there was no way he was going to have his name soiled with a badly told sex story. Not even from Penelope.
"Surprisingly, I have." Emily replied, her eyebrow quirking as she hit the metaphorical ball into Garcia's court.
"Yeah, well, I'm sure you can imagine just how well my Chocolate God performed it. Don't let those muscles fool you, he's surprisingly flexible." Garcia threw in a salacious wink, her smile malicious as she watched the images flash in Emily's eyes.
Completely and utterly grossed out by the visual, Emily forced herself to hide the shudder that was quickly building within her. "Since when do you pass on the opportunity to go into detail about your sex life, Pen?" The profiler questioned tightly, her smile strained as she pushed onward.
"I guess being in a relationship has changed how I see things." The tech analyst quipped back, her eyes narrowed as she appraised her competition.
"I'm sure you've been in other relationships, and that's never stopped you from spilling the beans before." Emily helpfully pointed out, her fake smile never wavering as she continued to stare down the other woman. "Unless, of course, you were lying and haven't actually done anything with Morgan yet."
"I didn't know you were so interested in my stories," Garcia said pointedly, trying to find a way to flip the conversation in her favor.
"I'm not," Emily replied honestly, "just the ones that affect our bet." The profiler slyly looked towards the bar and smiling even wider, her eyes crinkling in amusement as she prepared for the coup de grâce. "But I guess I was just overreacting, now that we're all out together, I don't see what I had to be so worried over."
Penelope, momentarily thrown by the new tactic, looked at Emily questioningly. "Sweetie, what in the world are you talking about?"
Hiking a thumb towards the bar, Emily kept her gaze on the tech analyst, "Morgan. He's at the bar flirting with the woman next to him. He's been at it since he walked up and saw her." Emily only had a moment to rejoice in her small victory before Penelope redirected her attention.
Leaning forward in her seat, the profiler smiled savagely, wanting Penelope to know this wasn't going to be an easy bet to win and that she was catching on to the games Garcia was playing at. "I know you're up to something Penelope and trust me, I will figure it out. And when I do, you better watch your back." It was a threat, but a friendly one. Or as friendly as a threat could be. Either way, Emily knew there were games being played and she wasn't just going to sit back and take it; she was going to fight back with everything she had.
Just as the words were delivered, JJ slid into her seat next to Emily and handed over her drink. "What'd I miss?" The media liaison asked, oblivious to the power dynamics as play or the strange way Emily and Penelope were staring at one another; not quite malicious but certainly not friendly either.
"Just the usual," Emily said casually, the perfect measure of fake exasperation, "Pen's forcing me to listen to stories about her interesting sex life."
"Well, I'm glad I missed that," JJ muttered before taking a sip of her beer, having had more than her fair share of nightmares because of Penelope's stories.
Seeing Morgan finally approaching the table, Emily took a quick swig of her drink before gently nudging JJ out of the booth. "Hey, let's dance."
"Uh, okay," the blonde replied somewhat confusedly.
Not wanting to push her limits with Garcia, and definitely not wanting her credit score tanked or her bank accounts cleared out, Emily made a hasty retreat towards the dance floor with JJ in tow.
As Penelope watched them go she mentally berated herself for giving Emily the upper hand. Though she should really be blaming Derek for his inability to keep his flirting to a minimum and for distracting her from playing Emily like she had planned.
Smacking his arm angrily, she glared at the burly man. "Damn it Derek, we went over this!"
Upon seeing Morgan's confused expression, Penelope huffed and pointed towards the woman he had been chatting up just moments ago, "No flirting. We're supposed to be a couple and while I love a threesome just as much as the next gal, I'm not going to have all my hard work and planning ruined over it."
"Baby Girl, it was a little harmless flirting; it would look weird if I didn't do it."
Deciding not to respond to his feeble excuse, Garcia focused her attention on the two women dancing slowly on the dance floor, trying to formulate yet another plan that would work to her advantage.
If messing with Emily wouldn't work, then she would just have to try and get psych out JJ.
Emily was glad that one of the first things they were doing as a couple was something they had done quite regularly as friends. Dancing and drinks was always a good outlet when the week had been hectic or they had worked a particularly hard case.
The profiler was sure that it was the music that made it so much easier to let things go and just focus on something else; the distraction of just moving to the beat being the best remedy for a bad day, week or even month.
Which was why it felt incredibly easy to just grab JJ by the hips and pull her close as the soft and slow beat filtered out through the speakers. From the way JJ's arms automatically wrapped around her neck, Emily figured it was just as easy for the media liaison to slip into the comfort they had cultivated over years of friendship.
The two were content to just sway to the relaxing beat, knowing full well that the slow song wouldn't last long. Closing her eyes, Emily tightened her grip on JJ and pulled her closer, finding it oddly warming to have the blonde's head resting lightly on her shoulder.
Still riding on the high from mentally besting Penelope, Emily made a snap decision to just welcome whatever happened with opened arms. It was a fun bet and she was going to just let go and see how things turned out.
So as the music sped up and the bodies around them started to move more sporadically, Emily kept her grip on JJ and slowly started to shake her hips to the beat. If there was ever a time to test boundaries, a night of dancing was the perfect one.
The first thing JJ noticed as they moved about on the dance floor was the way that Emily moved with a liquid grace that didn't seem to fit with her usually stiff and proper posture. It was always surprising to see her move when music started pumping through the club, to see her friend move as though she could feel the music and pulsing beat in her very bones.
It was that very reason that going out dancing was so enjoyable, not only was Emily able to keep up with her but it was a sight to behold to see someone get so absorbed in the songs.
But this time, as they allowed themselves to get swallowed up in the crowd, separated from the others by a mass of moving bodies, it felt different. Normally, the atmosphere that surrounded them was pleasant and friendly; it was a feeling of comfort that only the deepest levels of friendship could create.
Now, though, as JJ's hands slid down Emily's arms and rested on her swaying hips, the level of comfort was there but it was no longer pleasant and friendly but searing hot and charged. Every spot her hands touched made her skin tingle and her heart thump wildly.
It was an astounding sensation, something she never expected to experience when she completely let go of everything and just decided to…feel.
"C'mon Jareau, if you can't keep up I'll have to swap out dance partners," Emily's husky and smooth voice echoed in her ears, immediately snapping her back to reality.
Nodding, despite the fact that Emily's eyes were now closed and no longer focused on her, JJ turned off her brain and allowed herself to get just as lost in the beat as Emily was.
The floor thumped with the sheer volume of the song, the bodies surrounding them seeming to vibrate with every beat of the bass. Voices and sounds were lost as the fast paced song played on, the smell of sweat and alcohol hanging heavy in the air as more bodies tried to squeeze onto the dance floor.
Finally getting a feeling for the music, JJ closed her eyes and smiled as she felt a familiar pair of hands ghosting over her sides before firmly intertwining with her own. Maybe it was the body heat that was emanating from the cluster of moving bodies around them or just the pure warmth that radiated off of Emily's due to her proximity, but JJ could feel Emily's body searing her flesh wherever it touched.
Pressing her front even closer to the blonde's back, Emily directed their movements. Her hands slowly raising JJ's into the air before slowly sliding her fingers down the toned and tanned flesh of her forearms.
Every hair on JJ's body stood at attention the moment the profiler made direct contact with her skin, a strange sense of anticipation building within her as she allowed herself to fully feel the motions.
Continuing their torturously slow trek down JJ's toned arms, Emily's hands made their way down her sides, her fingers grazing over the small patch of tanned and toned flesh of the blonde's abdomen. Emily, entirely enjoying the chance to test their limits, pushed herself flush against JJ, her chest pressing tightly to the blonde's back, her hips grinding deliciously into JJ's rear.
The sensory overload of not only the intimate movements but the way Emily seemed to be pushing all of the right buttons, was nearly too much for JJ to handle.
Her breath caught in her throat at the sensation of Emily's chest pressing into her back, the full mounds of flesh that seemed to burn into her were nearly mind scrambling. That wasn't even touching on the fact that the profiler's long fingers were thrumming along her bare stomach, the skin left goose bumped and burning as lithe digits danced across her abdominals.
If none of that had totally burned out her brain, the mere act of Emily's hot breath once again washing over the shell of her ear, the slightest hint of the profiler's tongue lightly tracing the outline, was enough to let a guttural moan—that JJ was never more glad to have drowned out by the music and people around them—fly from her lips followed by a quick inhale of air, as if she could suck the sound back into her throat.
"Having fun?" Emily questioned slyly, all too aware of the affect her ministrations were having on the flushed blonde, almost giddy with delight at having the ability to reduce someone so thoroughly.
Of course, it was easy for Emily to act cocky when she was leading things, but she was completely certain of the fact that if JJ were to reverse their positions and repeat the moves she had just pulled, she would be nothing more than a puddle of overworked and highly aroused goo.
Luckily though, JJ hadn't realized that and Emily was only too happy to keep it that way.
"Tons," Jennifer croaked, her throat ridiculously dry as she extricated herself from Emily's grip and blindly staggered towards the bar. It only took for the rush of seemingly cold air to engulf her for the blonde to realize how much it saddened her to have left the warmth of Emily's embrace.
Shaking her head in annoyance and more than a little confusion, JJ rejected the idea of foregoing her need for hydration and heading back to Emily's side, and weaved through the throngs of people until she was leaning over the bar counter and ordering a beer.
"Having fun sweetie?" Garcia's voice asked cheerfully from her side, making JJ jump what felt like ten feet into the air.
"Jesus, Pen, don't do that!" The blonde admonished her friend, hand clasped over her still racing heart.
"Sorry, but I did try to wave and get your attention." Garcia said without the slightest hint of remorse, her eyes twinkling as she blatantly diverted her attention over JJ's shoulder. "I might have been a bit hasty in my initial conclusion on those two," the analyst said casually, her brown eyes never once redirecting themselves towards JJ. The tech analyst wasn't even trying to hide how blatantly she was directing the conversation and goading JJ into looking where her focus was currently resided.
"Who? What are you talking about Pen?" JJ asked, confused as to what in the heck her friend was talking about. Sometimes it was a real pain to try and decipher Garcia's often flighty and unrelated thoughts or comments.
"Them." Penelope said simply, her index finger pointed right at the spot JJ had just been and where a muscular and very familiar man was now placed. "I didn't think so at the time but after spending more one-on-one time with him, I can see it now."
JJ, unable to completely hide the stirring of jealousy that was bubbling in her veins like molten lava, could only try to tamp down on the murderous glare she was directing towards Derek Morgan.
"You see it too, right?" Penelope asked casually, fighting off a smirk as she watched a fire light behind JJ's bright blue eyes. It was almost too easy to rile JJ up, and it almost made Penelope feel bad for doing it.
Almost.
But alas, it was a competition and JJ was really just too entertaining when she was angry and jealous.
"They look awkward together," the media liaison finally managed to bite out, her brow furrowed as she tried to mentally set the burly man on fire for touching Emily so intimately. "And isn't what he's doing to her against the terms of the bet?"
Garcia snorted in amusement, "Sweetie they're dancing. If his hands disappear from sight or he starts to get really frisky with her, then it's fair to say the rule's been broken, but for now, we're good. Besides, he's done way worse when we've danced. You should see the things that man can do with just his right hand. I mean, we were on the dance floor when suddenly it just disappeared and—"
"No!" JJ shouted immediately, her head shaking furious as she blanched at the thought of hearing about the sordid dance techniques that probably (re: most definitely) bordered on public indecency and indecent exposure. "God, I do not need those kinds of images in my head."
Now filled with a combination of disgust and anger with a sprinkling of jealousy, JJ could only down her beer and hope to escape from Penelope. It only took one sex comment from the tech analyst to get things started and JJ was not nearly drunk enough to handle hearing about the weird sexploits Garcia embarked on. Whether or not they involved Morgan was completely irrelevant.
It was also no thanks to Garcia's beginnings of a story that JJ now felt as though a bucket of ice water had been poured over her head, the warm and inviting touch of Emily's fingers that had left her skin tingling was suddenly gone. All-in-all, JJ was not a happy camper at the moment.
And if Morgan didn't take his meaty paws off her girlfriend, however temporary she was, JJ was going to punch him right in his smug face. Maybe it was the buzz from her beer or just the stupid buildup of hormones that was wreaking havoc on her, but she was feeling ridiculously tough and territorial.
She would have grabbed Emily and dragged her out of the club like a modern day caveman if it meant showing Morgan just who Emily belonged to. But as it stood, Emily was a) never one to be manhandled and b) not rightfully JJ's to drag away.
Whatever.
It just made staking her claim that much harder and thought worthy.
And then it came to her. A solution so perfect and revenge exacting that JJ couldn't pass it up even if she wanted to.
Just as Morgan leaned down to say something in Emily's ear, JJ hip checked him out of the way, mentally snapping a picture of the awe-struck look on his face to relish later, before firmly grabbing Emily's face and pressing their lips firmly together.
It wasn't a hasty kiss by any means but it was deep and definitely got the message across that Emily, the beautiful raven haired dancer, was JJ's and JJ's alone.
"Do I get a kiss like that every time I dance with someone or just Morgan?" Emily asked when they broke apart, her cocky grin only serving to make JJ dive in for another kiss; if only to reassert her claim and make the profiler forget all about Derek Morgan. It was unacceptable for his name to fall from those perfectly plump pink lips after JJ had kissed them so thoroughly, and the blonde was completely willing to continue to kiss Emily until the name Derek Morgan was wiped from her memory.
Left dazed and more than a little turned on from the onslaught of kisses, Emily lost the upper hand she had had on JJ as she stumbled back a fraction. "Dance," the profiler spluttered, her mind momentarily lost in a thick haze of fog, "we should, uh, dance."
"Dancing sounds great," JJ whispered confidently into Emily's ear before her hands were firmly attached to Emily's swaying hips, her leg sliding easily between the profiler's legs as they moved further into the crowd.
Regaining only a fraction of her composure, Emily only had enough time to register the thigh that resided between her legs before their movements had her mind blanking out again.
'No, no, no! Focus Emily!' the profiler screamed in her head, aware that JJ was now leading things and enjoying it far too much. It was only when JJ's lips pressed to her neck and the slightest hints of suction began did Emily finally emerge from her hormonal haze.
There was no way in hell JJ was going to mark her up.
Narrowing her eyes at the tactic, Emily created as much distance between them as was possible, immediately missing the friction JJ's thigh had been creating. Within the blink of an eye, Emily was using the blonde's moves against her.
Easily sliding her thigh between JJ's legs, Emily pulled the blonde closer and licked up the expanse of her neck. The salty taste only served to push her onward as her hands slipped beneath the thin fabric of JJ's shirt, her fingertips grazing along the blonde's back before splaying widely over the expanse of skin.
"You don't get to be in charge of this, Jennifer," Emily husked in her ear, her teeth gently scraping over the blonde's ear lobe. "And you certainly don't get to leave a hickey on my neck."
JJ, suddenly lost in the feeling of Emily's fingers on her back, the sensation of her thigh flexing and sliding between her legs and the way her teeth grazed over her ear lobe, couldn't even begin to process what Emily was saying.
She did, however, realize all too late that Emily's lips were no longer near her ear but on her neck. She also realized all too late that Emily was biting down on her sensitive flesh before sliding her tongue over it and sucking gently.
Their roles had been reversed and Emily had just left a bright red love bite on JJ's neck.
But in the moment, JJ was too lost to really care. All she knew was that there was a buildup of warmth in the pit of her belly and Emily was touching her all over and JJ just couldn't find it in herself to worry about a hickey.
"Are you enjoying yourself Jennifer?" Emily asked, her voice deep and husky.
Nodding dumbly, JJ wrapped her arms around Emily's neck and pulled them that much closer.
Emily's grin was wide and dangerous, her hands beginning to grow bolder in their exploration of JJ's body.
Before her exploration could go anywhere good, Penelope was cutting in and pulling the pair off the dance floor and towards the doors.
"What the hell Pen?" JJ shouted angrily, having been thoroughly enjoying what Emily was doing to her.
"Sweetie, if I left you two any longer you might have ended up having sex on the dance floor."
Morgan, busy pushing an equally annoyed Emily out the door, could only nod his agreement.
"It's called dancing Garcia. Maybe if you weren't so busy watching Morgan dance with every woman in the club you would have been able to enjoy the activity." Emily snarked, bothered more by the fact that her fun with a willing and pliant JJ had been ended than anything else.
"Oh, Emily, if that's what you call dancing I can only imagine the kinkery you get into in the bedroom." Garcia quipped back, not even touching on the fact that she had spent the majority of her night away from Morgan. Emily didn't need to be harping on that; it would only ruin Garcia's plans.
Sobering up now that the cold air was hitting her and she was free from the loud music, JJ's flushed face slowly started to lighten and her eyes widened. "Maybe we should call it a day."
Emily, seeing her chance to push things to the limit was over, grumbled but didn't object.
Before Emily and JJ split off from Morgan and Garcia, Emily waved an accusing finger at the tech analyst. "Don't think I'm not catching onto what you're doing Garcia." Keeping her voice low enough so JJ didn't hear it, Emily glared at the tech analyst, who was smiling widely, for a moment before turning around and walking with JJ back to mode of transportation.
Once they were out of earshot, Garcia turned to Morgan, her smile falling away in an instant as her lips pursed, "We need to change tactics."
"Babygirl, maybe this isn't the best idea. When Prentiss sets her mind on something she doesn't usually let it go until she's either proved right or uncovers the whole thing." Morgan also didn't want this thing affecting his work; if Emily caught on to what they were doing it probably wouldn't end well.
"Oh stop your worrying," Garcia said admonishingly, her hand waving in Morgan's face as she stared at JJ and Emily's retreating figures, "I'm not called the all-knowing for no reason."
Furrowing his brow, Derek lightly smacked Penelope's hand away from his face, "Only you call yourself that."
Not at all bothered by his comment, Garcia dismissed it. "Doesn't matter."
Deciding not to offer anything more, Derek just stood by Penelope's side and let the mastermind of the operation begin her plotting. JJ and Emily had absolutely no idea what they had gotten themselves into by entering a bet with Penelope Garcia, that much Morgan was sure of.
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