At 8:30 Penelope walks out of Henry's room. She grins at JJ. "He is one insistent little monster about that lullaby." JJ chuckles. "I tried to sing him one that I grew up hearing. He humored me and then nearly ripped my lip off. If that CD of Emily's ever gets scratched you are so in mega-trouble!"

JJ laughs. "That's why we have the original audio file on all computers and we burned 5 extra CDs just to be safe."

Garcia laughs. "Good idea. Now…you mentioned ice cream."

JJ nods. "Yep. Come on." They head down the stairs that lead to the kitchen. As JJ goes to get the ice cream, Garcia gets into the pantry to get a packet of chocolate chip cookies. She starts to laugh. "Whoa! Do you guys own a sardine company along with your winery and sheep farm?"

JJ rolls her eyes. "Rocky's desire for anything and everything fishy is not abating just yet. Emily even thought about packing a couple tins in her go bag for her trip to Boston. Luckily I convinced her they have sardines in Boston. Could you imagine the stench if one of those cans got punctured on the plane?"

Garcia laughs. "She would be so banned from flying she wouldn't even be allowed on our jet!"

"Exactly!"

They get the ice cream and cookies doled out then head to the living room. JJ sits on one end of the couch, her feet tucked up under her.

"So, trashy TV or talk?"

"Talk! I have some awesome gossip I have to share before I burst!" Garcia says excitedly.

"Really? Not something I'll need plausible deniability on, is it?"

"Nope! Well, maybe. Probably not. I don't know. Maybe I shouldn't…oh, hell…rumor has it…"

Garcia launches into a story about someone JJ only marginally knows. But the analyst's excitement draws the liaison in. They chat about people at work, they chat about outside interests, they chat about anything and everything except the horrors of the job. Finally the talk turns to something Garcia had wanted to know as a friend, but also as a friend had not wanted to push.

"So, Jayje…what's Declan like?" she asks nervously.

JJ smiles the smile she uses when she talks or even thinks about Henry. Garcia knows that is a good sign.

"He's a really good kid. He's smart. God, like Emily and Spencer smart. Loves sports. Henry adores him already and Dec's really good with him. You can tell he was raised by a good man. And if Morgan can't make a Redskins game I have a better second option for the extra ticket."

Garcia laughs. "I'm sure that sold you on him!"

JJ giggles. "Sure, that was it. I get tired of Emily just watching the cheerleaders."

"She's such a guy sometimes," Garcia jokes.

JJ rolls her eyes. "And now raging hormones make her worse. Do you know it turned her on to see me wrestling in the sand and water with that Buffy chick? She said it was one of the hottest things she'd ever seen."

Garcia rolls her eyes. "Are you sure that was the hormones?"

JJ considers a moment then grins. "Hmm…maybe not."

The two talk until just after 10. Finally JJ stands. "Look, you can stay up as long as you want. I need to go make a call to her horniness and then head to bed."

Garcia chuckles. "Have fun. I'm going to stay up a bit and get online while I can steal the Wi-Fi here at Chateau Prentiss." JJ nods. "Oh, and Jayje, remember: phone sex is still completely legal."

JJ blushes. "PEN!"

Garcia winks. "Enjoy!"

JJ just shakes her head and goes upstairs.

Emily hangs her suit up in the closet as she answers the phone. "Hey, honey."

"Hi. Sorry it's so late."

"Don't worry about it. I only just got here. There was some sort of incident on one runway that shut down another one, too. We circled for an extra hour and a half."

"Yuck!"

"Yuck, nothing. I finally had to flash my creds and tell the attendant I was pregnant and going to have an accident if they didn't let me pee."

JJ laughs. "Oh, sweetheart, I am so sorry. You made it though, right?"

"Yes. But I may buy some adult diapers for the flight back just in case."

JJ smiles and snuggles up with Emily's pillow. She bites her lip a minute. "Did you get dinner?"

"Yeah. Grabbed a filet o' fish from McDonalds on the way to the hotel. Wasn't sardines but it satisfied Rocky for now."

JJ giggles. "Good. Pen saw our pantry and is sure we own a sardine factory." There is a pronounced silence on the other end. "Em…do we own a sardine factory?" JJ asks suspiciously.

"Well…just partial interest…in a small one," Emily says nervously.

JJ shakes her head. "Oy…just when I think I've heard it all. Maybe I do need to go through the Prentiss box in the safe." Emily just chuckles. JJ finally decides to take the plunge. "So…what are you wearing?"

There is another pause. "Excuse me?"

"I asked: What. Are. You. Wearing?" JJ says with exaggerated pronunciation.

Emily bites her lip. Is Jen really doing this? "Uh…at the moment…slacks and my blouse. I haven't changed yet. What are you wearing?"

JJ looks down at her sweatpants and Yale tee. "I'm wearing that blue lace negligee you got me for Christmas." There is an intake of breath on the other end of the line. "You know…the one that hides absolutely nothing."

"Oh, shit, Jen," Emily says breathlessly, her mind seeing the outfit, and her wife, perfectly. "Wh…wh…why are you wearing that?"

JJ smiles, liking the tone she hears. "It makes me think of you and the things you can do to me."

"That…I…can…do…to…you…" Emily squeaks. "Uh…like what?"

"Mmm, well," JJ says seductively, "like how when I wear this your nipples get oh so hard. That makes me so wet, Emily." She draws the word "wet" out. Emily whimpers. "It makes me so fucking horny."

"Jen…are you…are we…"

"Are you wearing your Bluetooth?"

Emily gulps. "Yes."

"Good. You'll need both hands. Get in bed, Emily. Now," JJ commands.

Emily strips faster than she's ever stripped in her life. She crawls under the cool sheets but her body is steaming hot.

"'Kay. In bed," Emily says.

JJ smiles, her free hand sliding into her sweats. "Touch your breasts, Emily." Emily complies, her moan letting JJ know she has. "Good girl. Are your nipples hard?"

"Y…yes," Emily chokes out. "So hard."

"Mmmm…I can just imagine me running my tongue all over them, making them wet, blowing on them…"

"Oh, fuck, Jen," Emily gasps, her hips starting to thrust. "So hard for you, baby."

"…sucking them deep into my mouth. Oh, they taste so fucking good. I bite one, just enough to make your hips jump."

Emily pinches her nipple hard. "Oh, yes, baby."

"I kiss my way down your stomach," JJ is slowly rubbing her own clit, "one of my hands playing with my hard clit as I trace my tongue around your navel."

"Please…can I…touch…"

"Not yet," JJ answers, knowing what Emily wants. "I keep kissing lower, my one hand still playing with your breasts. Finally I settle between your legs. Oh, are you as wet as I think?"

"Fuck yes, so wet," Emily answers.

"My tongue eases out and just glances over your hard, swollen clit."

"Oh, yes…can I…please…"

"Yes, baby. Your finger is my tongue. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Jen. God, yes."

"My tongue swirls around your clit, savoring your taste, your heat. I slide it lower, just teasing lightly over your wet folds. Oh, you taste so goooood, Emily. Are your hips thrusting, trying for more contact?"

"Yeessss, need…more…please, Jen…"

"I slide my tongue as deep into you as I can, thrusting over and over in time with your hips." JJ's own hand mirrors her description. Her hips pump against her hand.

"More, baby. Please…need more…fuck me, Jen. Please."

"I slide my tongue out and back up to your clit. As I suck it into my mouth I plunge two fingers deep into you, feeling your muscles clamp around them, drawing them in deeper. I get a rhythm going, my sucking timed to meet the thrusts of your hips. I add a third finger, plunging deep, hard into you."

"Oh, fuck…oh, fuck…so close…soooo…Jeeeen…please…"

"I finally add a fourth finger as I feel you clamp down on them. Come for me, baby. Come all over me."

"YESSSS! JEEEEEEEN!"

Emily's hips thrust so hard as she comes all over the bed. As aftershocks roll over her body, she hears JJ panting.

"Come for me, Jen. Please come for me."

JJ moans as she drives herself over the edge. "OH, YES! EMILY!"

Both women sit there for a moment, their mind blown by something they had teased about but never actually done before. Finally Emily regains her voice.

"How the HELL have we never done that before?"

JJ giggles. "Uh…Pen suggested it tonight. Sounded like a good idea."

"Remind me to buy her a car. Or a vineyard. Or something crazy fucking expensive."

JJ giggles again. "Ditto. Are you…are you okay?"

"Well…not like having the real thing but, damn, Jen…I never thought I could come just from hearing you talk dirty to me. Fucking unbelievable. Did I mention buying Garcia a vineyard?"

JJ laughs and settles down in the bed. "I love you, Emily."

"I love you, too, Jen. Thank you for this."

"You don't have to thank me, Em. I needed it, too. I miss you. I hate not falling asleep beside you. I hate…hate not being there if you need me. Promise me you will call if you have a nightmare?"

Emily chuckles. "If I dream at all it will be wet after this call." JJ chuckles but Emily knows she needs the promise. "But on the off chance…I promise."

"Guess you need to get to sleep."

"Yeah. Need to get up early enough to go over all my notes on the case. I'll text you when I can. Give Henry a hug and kiss for me."

"I will. I love you, sweetheart."

"Love you, too. Goodnight, baby."

"Night, Em."

JJ hangs up and sighs. She at least had Emily's pillow to cuddle up to. Her poor, spent wife has nothing but a hotel pillow. JJ grins…well, that and a damn good memory.