Saturday afternoon Emily is lying on the couch in the living room reading a book with her feet up when JJ walks into the room. Emily quickly sits up.
"Well?"
"I am so screwed," JJ moans as she drops down onto the coffee table in front of her wife.
"You think you failed?"
"No. Which is probably why I did fail."
Emily considers that a moment then shakes her head. "Uh, you lost me, babe."
"The last two tests I was sure I failed but I didn't. Not even with that whole Mulgrew-Cyrus screw up. So now I feel like I did really well but I probably fucked it up."
Emily pulls JJ off the coffee table and into her lap. "Jennifer, you know the job. You have livedthe job for years now. You probably blew the curve for everyone for years to come."
JJ lays her head on her wife's shoulder. "Maybe. I don't know. We'll see."
Emily shifts JJ until she is straddling her lap. "Look into my eyes, Jen." JJ complies. "Profile me."
JJ frowns. "What?"
"Right here, right now, profile me. Do it."
JJ sighs, "Em, I—"
Emily leans forward and starts to kiss along JJ's neck. JJ moans at the contact. Emily sits back. "Profile me, Jennifer."
JJ stares into eyes nearly black with desire. Emily's hands caress up and down JJ's sides. JJ swallows.
"You're…you're pulse is jumping. Your pupils are dilated. Your breathing is slightly erratic and you keep licking your lips unconsciously."
"What does that tell you?" Emily pushes.
"It tells me you desire something; that there is something you need and want more than anything."
Emily brings her hands up to frame JJ's face. "And what might that be?"
JJ's answer is to capture Emily's mouth in a passionate kiss. As it ends Emily smiles.
"Well done, profiler."
"Whatever. Fuck me, Emily," JJ says as she pulls off her shirt and bra at once.
Emily smiles and brings her mouth to the offered breasts. JJ moans, her hands tangling in Emily's hair. JJ stands up enough to allow Emily to push her jeans down her legs. She kicks off her sneakers and steps out of her pants, sitting back down on her wife's lap.
Emily sits back on the couch, her hands gripping JJ's butt to pull her closer. She finally takes her attention away from JJ's breasts, looking up into her wife's cobalt eyes.
"Please…kiss me, Jen."
JJ complies. Her tongue dives into Emily's mouth. Both women groan at the contact. Emily's hips thrust up, her jeans rubbing JJ's engorged clit. JJ starts to rock harder. Her breathing becomes erratic. She drags her mouth away from her wife's, taking in great gulps of air. Emily's mouth goes back to a pert breast.
"Oh, Em," JJ moans.
Emily's right hand slides around from her wife's back to stroke across her stomach before diving down into soft curls. JJ opens her legs as wide as she can and Emily accepts the unspoken invitation. Her hand slides into warm wetness, stroking folds plump with JJ's desire.
"Please…Em'ly…please…please…"
Emily thrusts three fingers into her wife.
"YES!" JJ screams.
She rides the digits hard and fast. She grabs Emily's face and stares into her eyes.
"I love you, Emily Prentiss."
She captures her wife in a kiss as her orgasm washes over her. Emily cradles her wife to her as the aftershocks rock her body. After a few minutes JJ can finally speak again. With her head nestled into Emily's shoulder she sighs.
"I love you so much. Thank you for that, baby. I think I needed that more than I knew."
Emily kisses her wife's nose. "No need to thank me, baby. I just wanted you to relax a little."
JJ smiles. "Well, I'm not sure my legs work so I'd say my body is pretty relaxed."
Emily chuckles. "Good." They sit there for a few minutes. "By the way, Tom and Declan are coming over for dinner tonight."
JJ sits up suddenly. "What? When?"
Emily glances at the clock. "Uh, well, they should be here any minute now."
JJ leaps up, grabbing her clothes. "Emily Elizabeth Prentiss, I could just beat you sometimes!"
Emily stands, grinning. "Nah you couldn't. Who else can turn you from jelly into human again with just a couple of words."
JJ stares at her a second, then slaps her arm. "When are they reallygetting here?"
"In about 2 hours. They're bringing pizza. Including an anchovy pizza for me."
"Em, you do know that's just twisted and wrong, right?"
"Hey, it's not me! It's Rocky! I swear."
"Right. Look let's head upstairs and maybe, just maybe," she leans in and drags her tongue over Emily's lips, "I can do for you what you just did for me."
Emily grins, her hands going to JJ's hips. "That sounds perfect."
By the time they reach the bedroom, Emily has pulled off her shirt and bra. By the time she gets to the bed, her jeans are at her ankles and she is stepping out of them. JJ pushes her down and climbs on top of her.
"You best hope I don't go after revenge and just leave you hanging."
Emily smiles. "You wouldn't do that to the mother of you next child, would you?"
"Mmm…" JJ pretends to think about it. She then leans down and captures one of Emily's breasts in her mouth. After sucking it until Emily writhes below her she lifts her head. "Definitely not. You're too delicious to ignore."
Emily moans as JJ starts to slowly kiss her way downwards. She plays her tongue around Emily's belly button. Kisses along the crease where her thighs meet her body, a move she knows drives Emily crazy. Emily is gripping the headboard so tightly she worries she may break it. Her hips are jack hammering up and down, begging for more from the blonde.
"Plea…Je-…Ple…" Emily can't make whole words, let alone sentences. JJ is sure she will never tire of having that effect on the normally well-spoken woman.
Finally JJ draws her tongue up Emily's soaked folds, playing the tip of her tongue teasingly over the hard nub between Emily's legs. Emily grabs JJ's hair and uses her hand to make the plea she can't vocalize.
JJ smiles a moment, then shows mercy. She sucks the jewel into her mouth as she pushes three fingers into Emily. The brunette can only let out a guttural yell as she rides a wave to orgasm. Her hips thrust rapidly as JJ drives her beyond the first orgasm and into a second. Finally Emily grips JJ's head.
"No…please…no more…please…God…killing…me…" Emily pants.
JJ carefully extracts her fingers and scoots up. She lays her head on Emily's stomach. Emily trails her fingers through JJ's hair. JJ rubs her hand over Emily's stomach.
"You're 12 weeks along, Em," she says wondrously.
Emily smiles. "Yes, I know. I don't really feel much different than I did at the beginning. Well, except the food cravings seem to be getting stranger. And the horniness is getting really bad. Do you know how hard it was not to ravage you on the jet yesterday?"
JJ chuckles. "Yeah, I remember that part from when I was pregnant with Henry." She slowly looks up at Emily. "In case you didn't know this, I don't usually jump someone's bones the same night I tell them I have feelings for them."
Emily chuckles. "That's good to know. That was one of the best nights of my life. And I've had so many more since that night. You have made my life so much better than I ever dreamed, Jen. Thank you doesn't seem to be enough."
JJ crawls the rest of the way up. "No need to thank me. You have made my life just as wonderful." She lifts Emily's left hand and kisses the wedding band upon it. "I love you, baby. Now and always."
Emily threads her hands through JJ's hair once more. "Te amo, Jen. Te amo."
She draws her wife into a kiss. They lay together another hour, exchanging caresses and kisses, just enjoying time together. Finally they get up and head to the shower. Emily washes JJ's hair, the most sensual thing they do in the shower…this time.
By the time they get a call from Tom saying the Colter's are almost there, they are dressed and ready. Tonight they would let Declan know everything so he can make an educated choice about his future in case his father does lose his battle with cancer.