Chapter 2

JJ felt her confidence falter as she and Emily stepped into the car park.

"We'd better drive separately," Emily noted, seeing her pause. "I don't want you to feel like you can't leave my place without calling a cab if you change your mind…"

JJ wanted to tell Emily that there was no way she was changing her mind about this but, instead, she swallowed past the lump in her throat and nodded. "I might stop by my apartment to freshen up a bit…" she suggested.

"…Well, bye," was all Emily said before she walked away.

JJ wasn't sure what she'd been expecting - it's not like Emily could kiss her goodbye or even say much more in the parking lot beneath their workplace, despite the late hour. Still, she found herself disappointed. Was this supposed to be the beginning of some great romantic tryst? Driving home alone with sticky thighs and the world's most awkward send-off from the woman who'd, not half an hour ago, had her face between them?

Maybe this was a bad idea.

Hell, what kind of idea was it anyway? JJ knew Emily had just been trying to help her relax but, as soon as she felt Emily's hand slip under her skirt, she'd known it wasn't just an orgasm she needed. It was the whole experience of being kissed and touched and wanted so much that someone else's world was going to fall apart if she held herself back. And yet now that she was alone. JJ found herself feeling like a stupid teenager who'd given it away too soon to know what 'it' meant.

Maybe it would have been easier if she'd followed Emily's lead and avoided kissing or speaking to her. JJ doubted it but perhaps she could've kept their encounter purely sexual if she'd never felt the silky smoothness of Emily's lips against hers, never heard the yearning sounds Emily made in response to hers - the moans that vibrated between their lips as if coming from both of them at once...

Did she still go over to Emily's now that the magic of their encounter was over? As she got in the car and headed back to her own apartment, JJ wasn't sure. Emily had been generous at offering her out after out. So surely, if JJ didn't turn up tonight, they'd meet again tomorrow at work and Emily would understand that it really had just been a one-time thing and they'd go back to the way they were before.

...But what if she went to Emily's?

Up in her office, JJ had been so sure of wanting to go home with her. The way Emily had moaned and gasped just from pleasuring her - without JJ having to lift a finger - had made her feel supremely sexy and capable of getting Emily off. Now, as she stepped into her dark and empty apartment, she was far less certain. She half-considered a dash to her computer to google the fundamentals of lesbian sex. It wasn't exactly her area of expertise (although she was open to changing that).

A wave of panic washed over JJ as she caught sight of the clock. Emily was probably home by now, waiting for her. At the very least she'd have to call and say she wasn't coming, wouldn't she…? She bit her lip. Somehow that sounded worse than not coming at all.

Well, JJ decided, if she was going, then the first thing she needed to do was shower.

Don't answer on the first ring, Emily schooled herself, biting her lip as she stood by the door. Her fingers twitched anxiously by her sides as she waited for her doorbell to chime again. It seemed to take an eternity. How old are you, Emily? Calm down!

Emily had changed clothes since she got home and now wore a casual purple dress that was fitted around the torso and loose around her legs. She adjusted the hem, tugging it down over her knees, before opening the door.

"Hi," Emily nearly yelped and then, feeling stupid about her less than eloquent greeting, she pressed a light kiss against JJ's cheek. "Let me get you a drink."

She'd already turned away, starting toward the kitchen, when she heard JJ ask, "Em… Can we talk about this?" Her voice was quiet, uncertain - Emily wasn't the only one who was nervous.

Emily tossed what she hoped was a reassuring smile over her shoulder. "Of course we can! I, ah, expected that, actually. What will you drink?"

"Well, the vodka I was craving earlier is probably a bad idea," JJ joked weakly.

"I'm drinking red?" Emily offered.

"Yeah. Red is good."

There was an uncomfortable silence as Emily filled two glasses. When she turned back around, she almost dropped them.

Emily had expected JJ to go and take a seat on her sofa but, instead, there she was, waiting. Turning around had brought the two of them almost chest to chest. Emily bit her lip. She desperately wanted to kiss her - to make sure that beneath all of the anxiety and the uncertainty there was still a part of JJ that wanted her, waiting to be coaxed out… She settled for smiling again and handing JJ a glass. Then she guided the younger woman to sit down, a hand brushing lightly along her arm.

I don't know how to do this, Emily realised. Short of kissing her or touching her, I don't know how to ask for what I want.

Emily had never had a problem with that before. She'd come into her sexuality in college and since then she'd become something of a pro when it came to flirtations - to convincing gorgeous lesbians, and even the occasional straight girl, that it would be worth coming home with her. And, not to blow her own horn or anything, but Emily wasn't exactly hearing complaints when the sun came up either.

Somehow JJ was different. JJ knew her well enough to see through any line Emily might try. She was after something sincere - Emily had realised that when they kissed. But maybe that was too easy. Maybe what JJ had come to say was that she didn't want anything from Emily at all.

Finally, when it became apparent that JJ wasn't going to be the first to speak, Emily allowed herself to lean in toward the younger woman, just close enough to tuck a lock of honey-blonde hair behind her ear. A soft, rueful laugh escaped her at the look JJ gave her.

JJ was well-known around the office for her facial expressions. She was a naturally light-hearted person who rarely found herself above teasing her colleagues. Now she pressed her lips together and tilted her head to one side, raising her eyebrows in a look that was, at once, reproachful and curious. And adorable. She'd always been downright adorable.

Emily abandoned the sentence she'd been constructing in her head as it hit her. "JJ… I'm the first woman you've ever had do that, aren't I? You've never experimented?"

JJ's expression morphed into one of total, unambiguous humiliation. "Emily," she moaned. "How the hell did I expose my inexperience when it was you doing all the work?"

"Oh my god, don't be embarrassed!" Emily begged, although she was blushing herself. "Please don't be embarrassed! I was pretty sure before we even started. But you're clearly freaking out right now and it's okay - really. It is. I'm kind of freaking out too."

JJ's shoulders drooped as she considered this. "Okay…" she admitted. "You could say that making love to a woman is a bit of departure from my usual sexual MO. But there is no way that was your first time doing that, Em."

Emily took another gulp of wine, trying not to let herself read too much into JJ's choice of words. (But 'making love' was definitely a better sign than 'fucking', right?) She clung to her glass like a crutch, waiting for the confidence to kick in. "No, Jayj. I've got to admit, most of my experience has been with women. That's… who I am."

JJ bit her lip, sensing Emily's hesitation, and felt the need to do or say something reassuring. She nudged her gently with her shoulder. "It's paid off," she teased, offering her friend two thumbs up, and that was enough to take the tension down a notch.

Emily mimed wiping sweat from her brow. It was only a minor exaggeration, given how relieved she currently felt. "So it was okay?" she confirmed. "You're not upset?"

"Em, why would I be upset?" JJ sighed. She seemed relieved too, now that the ball was very obviously in her court. "What you did, it was amazing. I've been stressed out of my mind lately. It was exactly what I needed. So, um... thank you."

"Oh, God, don't thank me!" Emily laughed but she still sounded a little nervous to JJ. "I'm not a prostitute, Jayj. I'm your friend."

"I know that!" JJ protested. She was blushing furiously now and Emily had to admit it was more than a little cute. "I just- You helped me out. Um, a lot. …Emily, talking about this is hard. Can't we just…?"

Emily blinked in surprise as JJ leaned in and kissed her lips. It was a soft kiss and it didn't last long but it reminded Emily of their previous kisses. JJ may never have had sex with a woman before but she'd definitely enjoyed it. Her kisses had been filled with desperation and desire and she'd flat out refused to let Emily get her off impersonally. There was no way she'd been pretending it was a man between her legs - or anyone other than Emily, for that matter - and that was a pretty good sign.

Emily set her glass down on the table and then took JJ's, putting it aside for her too. She saw excitement flickering in JJ's eyes and knew, instinctively, that if she took control right now, JJ would let her. She could undress her slowly and see and touch and kiss all those places she'd had to miss out on when she'd taken JJ in her office. The thought of seeing that gorgeous woman stretched out and waiting beneath her was almost enough to convince Emily to go for it but she stopped herself at the last second. Her lips hovered uncertainly by JJ's and she moved back just as JJ tilted her chin out and tried to kiss her.

"I know talking about it is hard," Emily whispered, a note of urgency creeping into her voice. "But if we skip the talk and you start kissing me again, we're only going to end up right back where we were earlier tonight. And, okay, I think you want that now, Jayj, but for how long? I can reason away what happened in your office as a one time thing, if that's what you want, but if you let me be with you again, we're going to have to start drawing lines in the sand about what we're doing. And that's going to be even harder tomorrow morning than it is now."

JJ groaned softly and her eyes flickered downwards. Emily knew JJ was considering ignoring her warning and kissing her anyway but, after a brief internal struggle, she pulled back. Folding her legs underneath her on the couch, JJ gave a helpless shrug.

"Emily, how am I supposed to know what I want, right now?" she asked. "I've never thought of myself as being interested in women, yet just sitting here, thinking about what it would be like with you, is making me so hot I can barely sit still. I mean, just while we're being frank about everything... I want you. If we'd been at one of our apartments rather than in my office, there wouldn't have been any question about whether or not we continued. Can't we just pretend this big awkward time gap didn't happen…?"

"Jayj…" Emily pleaded. She could barely breathe as JJ's hands on her stomach gently encouraged her to lie back on the couch. "I don't-"

"Shh... Come on, Em…" JJ soothed her. "It's my turn to make you lose control."

The touch of their lips was electric, and Emily found herself pulling JJ down onto her against her conscious will. She moaned as JJ slipped her just the smallest, teasing amount of tongue and lifted a hand to her cheek, guiding her to adjust the angle and deepen their kiss.

I should stop this, Emily told herself and yet she couldn't bring herself to say a word. When JJ's roaming hands found her breasts, she arched her back encouragingly, despite her reservations, and JJ seemed almost in awe. She stopped their kiss for a moment to watch the movement of her own hands.

Emily swallowed. "Boobs," she joked uncertainly. "One of the best parts about being with a woman, in my opinion…"

"Can I…?" JJ asked. She nodded down at Emily's chest, where the bodice of her dress seemed to be fastened at the front by a line of small brass buttons.

Emily shook her head. "They're decorative," she replied, a little breathlessly. "You'll have to take my dress off."

JJ rolled her eyes as if to say what a chore that would be, then she grinned and kissed Emily again before reaching for the hem of her dress. "Well, can I?" she repeated hopefully. "...May I?"

What was Emily going to say when JJ was already sliding her hands up her legs, past her hem? She moved slowly, wonderingly, like she couldn't believe just how different it was to touch a woman. The soft, smooth, hairless flesh of Emily's thighs was warm and sensual and JJ's heart was well and truly on her sleeve.

For a few long moments moment, Emily was rendered speechless by the younger woman's reaction to touching her, then she forced herself to nod. "Yes," she whispered and she raised her hips and her upper body slightly so that JJ could lift the dress over her head.

JJ's breath caught as she tossed it aside. "Dammit, Emily," she whimpered. "How am I supposed to work with you when I know how incredible you look naked?"

Emily wanted to be the one to take this seriously, to be professional, to say, 'Maybe we should stop, Jennifer,' before things got even more wildly out of hand than they already were. Instead she found herself shivering beneath the intensity of JJ's gaze.

The words that came out of her mouth, far from being a reprimand, were a tease: "I'm not naked yet."

She let JJ process that for a second and then reached for the fresh shirt JJ had changed into before coming over. Slipping it off, Emily reached next for JJ's jeans.

"If you really came here wanting to have sex with me, why on earth did you put on jeans?" she asked as she fiddled with the zip.

The jeans were tight-fit, expensive denim and Emily pushed JJ off her with a sigh, directing her to stand in front of the sofa, while she sat up to work them off.

"Maybe I wanted you to actually have to undress me this time?" JJ suggested. There was a faint whine to her voice, which dissolved to a gasp as Emily slid her hands beneath the waistline of her jeans and over her ass. Emily kissed JJ's stomach teasingly as she ran her hands down the blonde's long, slim legs, taking the jeans down with her. Hearing JJ's resulting sigh, she tried slipping her tongue into her navel and chuckled as her vocalisations grew louder.

"You make such gorgeous sounds," Emily sighed longingly. "Jayj, I'm so wet..."

JJ stared down at the woman sitting in front of her, a tentative smile on her face. She took in Emily's dark, attentive eyes, her keen posture, and the tension in her bare, trembling thighs, and she knew she was telling the truth. As Emily's mouth trailed down from JJ's navel to the waistline of her underwear, which she gave a gentle tug with her teeth, JJ heard a starved whimper escape her own lips. Suddenly she felt as desperate as if she hadn't come nearly so ridiculously hard just a couple of hours ago. Then again, maybe that was why she was so desperate... She knew what Emily could do with that mouth.

"Bedroom," JJ pleaded. "And quit teasing me already because I've had my turn."

Emily stood and leaned in to place a teasingly wet kiss on JJ's neck. "Contrary to what you may believe, sweetheart, having sex with a woman doesn't have to be a turns-based game…"

"Shut up," JJ groaned. "I may not be a lesbian but I am perfectly capable of either bringing to you orgasm or denying you. Don't you laugh at me."

"I'm not laughing at you," Emily promised - laughing. Then she gave JJ a contrite peck on the lips. Her fingers danced eagerly against JJ's waist. "Jayj, I'm so worked up from earlier that I'll probably come the second you touch me. No prior experience required." She caught JJ's wrist as her hand shot out to test that theory. "Bedroom," she insisted, and then she slipped her hand properly into JJ's and pulled her toward the stairs.

"Am I supposed to be checking out your ass right now…? 'Cause I am, and it is fine," JJ giggled.

Emily paused, a couple of stairs above JJ, her eyes widening disbelievingly. "JJ!" she cried, mock-scandalised. "What are you, a teenager?!"

"I hope not," JJ shot back. "Or this would be really indecent behaviour from you, Agent Prentiss!"

Emily couldn't help but snicker as she practically pulled JJ the rest of the way to her bedroom. "This is nowhere near as indecent as I'm planning on getting, Jareau!"

They were kissing before they made it through the doorway and it was JJ who took the lead, forcing Emily back onto the bed and climbing over her excitedly.

"Somebody's an eager beaver," Emily quipped as JJ struggled with the clasp of her strapless bra.

"Oh my god!" JJ gasped. "Stop making me laugh. I am way too desperate right now to have time to joke!"

Emily laughed softly and reached up to rub JJ lightly through her panties, enjoying the way she jumped at the contact. "Calm down, sweetheart. We have all night."

JJ sighed shakily and tucked her face into Emily's neck. "I am just so ready to feel you everywhere. How is it even possible for me to want you this much?"

"I give great head," Emily deadpanned. Then, as JJ groaned, she used her free hand to cup JJ's cheek and bring their lips together. "Baby, don't take everything so seriously."

"Who are you calling baby? I'm a federal agent," JJ argued, but she was smiling too. "Sorry, this is all really new for me… It's a while since I've been with anyone and, well.. this is you and me, Em. It's a little crazy."

"It is crazy… but I'm loving it, Jayj," Emily murmured, keeping up her gentle stroking of JJ's panties. She smiled as she felt JJ's hips moving along with her. "And there's a positive side to it being you and me, you know? I know you trust me or you wouldn't have let me do what I did earlier in your office. We can take this slowly and you can explore what you do and don't like. I'm not going to laugh at you or tell you to hurry up. You can touch me just to know what I feel like, not to get me off… How about you start by taking off my bra?" She arched her back off the bed to help her, and gave JJ a reassuring nod as she felt the fabric slacken.

"Um…"

Emily suppressed a grin at the awe on JJ's face when she pulled the bra away. She was starting to feel comfortable with their situation and her role in it and she was enjoying being able to show JJ something new.

"This is going to sound dumb," JJ admitted off the cusp, "But my boobs are really different to yours. I mean, I know everyone's are a bit different, but I've never seen… Um, yours are… I really like them."

"So touch me," Emily encouraged her.

JJ lifted her hands and then stopped, giving Emily a sheepish look. "How?"

Emily gave JJ a kind smile and brushed their lips together, making sure she knew there was nothing wrong with asking. "However you want, sweetheart. I want you to get used to feeling me. I promise whatever you do will feel good and if you do something I really like... I'll let you know." She offered a cheeky wink, which set JJ a little more at ease.

JJ shifted slightly then, working herself into a more stable position with her legs straddling Emily's hips, before leaning down and giving her a long, slow kiss. This, at least, was something JJ felt pretty confident doing. Once they had a rhythm started, JJ let Emily guide her hands up to her breasts and brushed her hands lightly over them. She loved the slight springiness of Emily's nipples as they flicked back and forth under her palms but she almost loved the warm weight of the whole breast more… It was the strangest thing, having another woman's breasts in her hands. And Emily's were so heavy and silky soft - her nipples large, dark, and puckered with arousal and exposure to the cool air. JJ thought of her own small, bouncy breasts and tiny pink nipples and felt a little embarrassed. It wasn't helping how childish she felt next to Emily, who was apparently oh-so-experienced in this department.

"That's it!" Emily gasped as JJ tried moving her hand a different way.

JJ did it again, immediately, and heat shot through her body as Emily cried out. She watched those big, dark eyes close, and then flutter, and then, without another thought, she moved down a little to test a lick across a tight nipple. Emily let out a shaky breath as JJ closed her mouth over it and sucked and, loving her reaction, she slipped a hand between Emily's thighs, rubbing her over her panties the same way Emily had rubbed her before.

JJ was so absorbed in the sounds coming from the woman beneath her that she didn't notice Emily moving until her own bra was hanging loose. Giggling shyly, she had to sit up for a second to slip it off and, as soon as it was gone, Emily pulled her back down. Their lips collided with the heaviness of excitement and JJ let out a moan at the sensation of Emily's breasts rubbing against hers as they kissed. Her breasts had always been incredibly sensitive.

When she slipped her hand down the front of Emily's panties, JJ felt a smile break out across her face. Emily hadn't been exaggerating before - she was soaked - and JJ had touched herself enough times in 35 years to know how to handle a wet pussy. She started out by stretching her fingers through the wetness, making sure her fingers were well coated and moved easily through, and then she began to explore. She found Emily's clit easily. It was swollen and hot and even if JJ hadn't recognised it by touch, she would've guessed by the way Emily cried out when she touched her there. She began to circle her fingers around the sensitive bundle of nerves and marvelled at the way Emily's body shook as she tried to keep herself under control. It made her want to go further.

"JJ, you don't have to-!" Emily gasped out as JJ slipped further down her body and settled so that her head hovered over the apex of Emily's thighs. "Jayj, I can come from just your fingers! I-!"

"But you got wetter the second I moved down here," JJ teased, her breath tickling Emily's hot pussy. "You can't tell me you don't want me to do this."

"Jayj, I'm happy just to be with you," Emily pleaded. She threaded a hand through JJ's hair as she tried to catch her breath. "Some people don't like it. I don't want you to feel like you have to... Sweetheart, I want you to enjoy this."

"I am enjoying this."

Emily cried out as she felt JJ's mouth close immediately over her clit. JJ gave a light suck and flicked her tongue against it, feeling deliriously powerful. Emily's thighs were tense and shaking on either side of her head and her hips jerked as JJ sucked and licked her way around her pussy.

"Baby, I'm not going to last long," Emily whimpered.

This time JJ didn't protest at the endearment. She was too caught up in the heat and smell and feel of sucking Emily off. All of her senses were filled. She slipped a finger into Emily's cunt and moved it like she did when she touched herself. At least she'd had a lot of practice at that…

"JJ, baby, ah…" Emily puffed. Her hands were in JJ's hair and it was all she could do not to force JJ's mouth harder against her pussy. "Ah! I'm going to come. Ohhhh fuck…"

"Do it," JJ gasped. Her lips vibrated against Emily's hot flesh as she spoke and she inserted another finger, causing the older woman to moan again as she curled them just right. "Come for me, Emily. Oh, Em. My Em... You're so fucking beautiful... Will you let go for me? I wanna see you come so bad..."

JJ held Emily's hips still as she lashed her tongue across her swollen clit, alternating harsh licks with slower, sweeping circles. One more broad stroke across the length of her slit, followed by a hard suck, and Emily was screaming. Her fingers tightened in JJ's hair as her hips bucked upwards and JJ was so astounded by the sight of her that she almost forgot how Emily had continued licking her as she came. Giddily, she did her best, lapping up the flood of juices as Emily writhed and groaned beneath her. Her stomach was tight with fresh desire and her entire body felt like one big coil, ready to spring into action. It was a struggle to keep her movements smooth and light for Emily.

Once the last spasm had rippled through her, Emily's body seemed almost to liquefy with relaxation. Her head tipped back and she flexed her fingers automatically against JJ's scalp, enjoying the soothing feeling of the blonde hair slipping over her hands like water. JJ crawled up her body and brought their mouths together in an open-mouthed kiss that began slowly and gradually grew more desperate. JJ pushed her tongue in deep and shared the taste of Emily's arousal, while Emily panted between kisses and finally let out a sound that was halfway between a moan and a blissful laugh.

"Oh, god... You are perfect, Jennifer!"

"That was like ten million times better than going down on a man," JJ giggled back, surprising even herself. "Did you hear yourself, Emily...!?" She sucked in a breath and then bit her lip hard before taking up toying with one of Emily's nipples gently. "That was so sexy."

"You got pretty vocal there yourself…" Emily murmured back. Then she placed her hand over JJ's, stilling it gently, and met her eyes. "Jayj... Will you let me make love to you?"

"Will I... What?" JJ repeated. All the air seemed to have been knocked out of her. All she could think about was Emily's body, connected with hers at every point as they lay against one another, and Emily's hand clasping hers. She began to feel a little clammy.

"I know you want to talk about what this is later," Emily answered. She sounded hesitant. "Maybe you'd rather just go home and think about it... But I want to make love to you. JJ, I want to take you slowly and gently and in a completely different way to what I did for you in your office. I want to touch you and kiss you in places that have forgotten how it feels to be kissed. I want to cherish you completely, every last bit..." Emily traced her hand along JJ's jaw, studying her rapt eyes and parted lips. "But that would mean something, Jayj. It couldn't be random or casual. I couldn't do it if you would've said yes to anyone but me who came into your office tonight. If I could just as easily have been any other person willing to make you feel good... I'm not saying I regret what we did if that's the case but I wouldn't be able to go any further. ...Do you understand?"

It took JJ a few moments to recover from Emily's speech and stop herself from staring. She was dumbstruck. "Emily, you wouldn't even kiss me at first," she whispered. "I almost had to beg you to. Now you're talking like this... I have to admit I'm confused." A shiver ran through her and she knew Emily could feel it. Still, she refused to be embarrassed. "But if what you're asking is whether I would've let Morgan or Reid or Garcia or any of the others come into my office and touch me the way you did... Em, it could never have got that far. I would've taken my legs off the desk the second they came through the door. I wouldn't have given them the chance to casually stroke my calf the way you did and if any of them had tried to touch me anywhere more intimate, I wouldn't have asked them to lock the door, I'd have shoved them outside and locked it myself. Jesus, Em, as if I would've even made that stupid joke about needing either a vodka or an orgasm to anyone but you! I can't even fathom a situation that would lead me to let them do to me what you did!"

JJ's voice was rising and Emily squeezed her hand, trying to tell her that she understood and it was okay, but JJ wasn't done.

"I mean, for god's sake, I'm not even gay! Before tonight I'd never even kissed a woman before. It's just you! So yes, okay? It's safe to say that what I want is neither random nor casual. And I don't give a damn whether or not you want to make love to me tonight. I just need you to understand that." She took a breath in, trying to calm herself down, before tilting her head up to capture Emily's lips. "Em, I never want you to feel like I'm just taking advantage. You're my best friend..."

She didn't mean it in a way that precluded a romantic relationship and Emily didn't take it that way. She wrapped her arms around JJ and held her close and JJ returned the embrace, letting her heartbeat slow and her body begin to relax.

"I love you," Emily confessed, just when JJ had her breathing back under control. It spiked again as Emily began to kiss down her neck. It was just like the first time, in JJ's office - just as thrilling and exciting - yet somehow even better.

"You love me?" JJ repeated softly. "Do you mean that?"

"I do," Emily promised. Gently, she rolled JJ onto her back and leaned over her, kissing her mouth, then her cheek, her jaw, her ear... "Sweetheart, I mean it."

JJ closed her eyes disbelievingly. Every time Emily called her that, she felt her heart leap...

"I love you too," she whispered.

Emily's ran a hand over JJ's hip and paused. "...Will you let me make love to you?" she asked.

Her voice was hopeful and yet full of vulnerability. As she waited, she felt sure that her heart was going to beat out of her chest if JJ didn't answer soon but she did. And this time she said yes.