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REVELATIONS

Approximately 3 Months Ago

It was no secret - well, to herself at least - that the sophisticated brunette agent had admired Jennifer Jareau from afar ever since she had joined the BAU. Like a moth to a flame, she often found herself helplessly fantasizing about her and more than once she had had to excuse herself from their shared hotel room; the close proximity proving too much for her overactive imagination and pushing her to come up with some entirely plausible reason as to why she needed her own room, before proceeding to spend the remainder of the night locked in a world of fantasy with her finger circling furiously against her aching clit. A lot of the time she felt like a total perv, a complete stalker who was no better than the deviants that they chased daily. But JJ did something crazy to her body that she had never felt before - even by doing nothing - and she couldn't help the questions, the wonderings: What would JJ's bare skin feel like gliding against her own? Were her lips really as soft as they looked? Did the saying 'It's the quiet ones that you have to watch out for' apply to her? Would she quietly whimper as she touched her for the first time, or would her pleasure be more audible than that?

She had always assumed her fantasies would remain just that - fantasies. But on the night that Emily Prentiss came out to her team, she had experienced a side to JJ that she didn't know existed anywhere but in her colourful imagination.

On one of their seldom nights out, having finally grown tired of answering questions about any special 'guys' in her life, Emily had decided that it was time to tell her colleagues, her family, the truth. After being bombarded with typical coming out questions - how long? Did you always know you were gay? What's your type? - her friends eventually came to the one that she had hoped that she wouldn't have to answer; Are you seeing anyone?

The truth is that she wasn't. In fact, she hadn't been seeing anyone in a very long time. She'd occasionally have one night stands, but since she'd joined the BAU the chance for these occasions had become few and far between. Though she craved the touch of another human, being in a relationship had long ago stopped registering on her need radar and if she was honest, there was reason for that - one reason that made every other reason simply an excuse but she could never bring herself to admit as much.

After she'd answered the question, unwilling to get too deep so giving them only the basics - that she wasn't seeing anyone and that she wasn't really interested in a relationship given their line of work - they proceeded to ask if she was interested in anyone, because in their words, 'everyone has that secret fantasy person who stands above all else whether you want a relationship or not'. The words made her laugh uncomfortably and she realised in that second that she had been wrong; that was the question that she didn't want to answer. As soon as it filled the air between them, her mind immediately shot to images of JJ, but remembering that she worked with a team of elite-super-powered-silence-reading-profilers, she quickly shook it off and lied, fortunately very well, telling them that she wasn't.

Garcia worked her usual gossip queen routine, probing Emily for as much information as she could get. Morgan loved every second, smiling as he began to realise the benefits of having a female wing man. Rossi and Hotch didn't seem to pry too much, instead taking on an almost paternal role and simply letting her know that their opinions of her hadn't changed. Reid seemed completely unsure as to what he should say, so opted for keeping quiet, only speaking to let Emily know that it was fine with him. And JJ seemed to remain fairly quiet also. She was happy to let Garcia do all the asking, and sit back and listen far more intently than Emily even realised to each of the answers given.

It took a while for her friends to finally get bored with the new revelation and for the questions to subside but eventually she was old news. Taking the opportunity to keep the conversation from diverting back to her, Emily decided that it was time for more drinks and headed to the bar. When she returned to the table and set the drinks down, however, JJ grabbed her hand and dragged her off towards the dance floor, saying nothing but, "Come with me."

She followed happily, though somewhat - a lot - nervous; relieved to be away from the chance of more coming out related conversation, and yet terribly apprehensive about dancing with the blonde agent. She'd danced with JJ plenty of times on a night out, it wasn't uncommon, but it had always taken every ounce of strength that she possessed to cling to reality and keep her wandering hands at a platonic level. Dancing with JJ had always very much been a love/hate relationship; she loved being that close to JJ, but that in itself and the fact that it took a conscious effort to keep her mind out of the gutter always left her somewhat hating herself. She had never asked for this damned teenage crush and all of the unwanted hormones that came with it, and she always cursed the powers that be for adding salt to her wounds and putting her in a situation where that beautiful, tempting, exquisite young woman was dangled so teasingly in front of her; so close yet so out of reach.

Something on this particular night though, was different; very different indeed and that out of reach temptation didn't seem to be so.. out of reach, anymore. Was she imagining it? Had she finally lost her mind somewhere in amongst the pretending and forced ignorance and hormone-raging trances?

She kept her own touching to what she thought to be a necessary minimum, terrified that she was fabricating the small hands that dipped beyond the boundary of her lower back; attempted to keep at least several inches of distance between her and JJ, afraid that the slim body grinding firmly against her own and mocking her feeble efforts was simply her own fantasies playing out like very real hallucinations; looked away once, twice, three times, frustrated at the lack of trust that she had in the lips that hovered in her personal space and the warm strawberry breath that tempted her in ways that promised to shatter her pretense forever.

But then fearful brown eyes locked with JJ's; deep, dark blue, hungry, and desire-filled and before she knew it, she was lost forever to that one moment, blindly lured by temptation as her balled fists relaxed and her arms snaked around the slim waist in front of her, as a subtle whimper emanated from slightly parted, glossy, pink lips.

As her fantasy became the beginnings of reality.

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It had never crossed Jennifer Jareau's mind that she might be gay. In fact, even though she was no virgin to having any kind of sexual relations with another woman - there's something about growing up in a small town that leaves you curious to everything you were ever denied the experience of and makes your early twenties an incredible place to be - she still wasn't entirely certain that she was. Sexuality was very fluid for her, especially considering how frequently she used such an act as a means of escape - a drug that proved difficult to find in her line of work - and it never really mattered whether that drug came in the male or female form. But something about this drug, the one that she had been longing for for years, was different. There was absolutely no one, past or present, who made her feel the way that Emily did. No one. One accidental touch seemed to send her entire body into a frenzy that it never had with another person. If one touch could elicit that much electricity, what would it feel like if Emily were to really, actually, touch her? How fucking incredible would it feel to truly experience all that that drug had to offer?

Though she had experimented and experienced women on many occasions, she had never been in a relationship with one. Actually, she hadn't been in any relationship for.. well, it had been a while. She'd had a couple of dates with a detective whom she had met on a case, but essentially nothing had resulted from it given the distance that they lived from one another and their extremely demanding careers. She had liked him though, but she couldn't seem to get beyond that slight affection; in all honesty, she never really had been able to. In fact, that had always been a struggle of JJ's; something that she too attributed to the expectations of her upbringing combined with her stubborness - she didn't want the cliche, perfect marriage and the cliche, perfect 2.4 children.

It was true that there had been, in the past, parts of relationships that she had found herself missing, but that longing was soon quenched with a new 'drug' and long forgotten. In all honest, though, she was far happier with one night that didn't include boarding the jet to survey mutilated bodies and solve senseless crimes, and instead involved nothing more than her own imagination and her favourite purple vibrator. Yes, those night's were perfection; another drug that somehow left her on a bigger high than any one night stand ever could.

And those night's were always the same; infrequent, but so meticulously played out when they did occur. There was never any rushing, never any race to get to the finish line; she took her time and imagined every little detail of the body that she so longed to touch, taste, consume. The body that she needed to consume her. My god, she craved it, and it was always with the image of Emily's three fingers reaching deep inside her and hungry, dark eyes staring down at her that she came harder than she ever had, some kind of shame washing over her immediately after the final ripples of her orgasms had seized. She shouldn't have thought of Emily as a drug or a release but she couldn't help it; the woman was so damn exquisite, top of the line, total tempting perfection.

Though she had occasionally wondered if Emily was gay, hoped even, the brunette had never really discussed her private life and JJ didn't think much of it; assuming that the chance was virtually non-existent anyway - the brain often liked to see things that aren't there, especially when those things were exactly what the brain craved. Besides, a part of her liked not knowing for sure, enjoyed having that tiny 1% of doubt within her mind that kept her fantasies alive and ensured that her nights alone with that purple vibrator of her's never lost it's thrill. So this strict privacy that the older agent usually upheld wasn't the only reason that she was surprised the night that Emily came out.

JJ was never usually a forward person in these situations. It was true that she was no stranger to sexual promiscuity, but she much preferred to play the role of the shy blonde, waiting patiently to become someone's prey - but as she listened to Emily tell her and the rest of the team her sexual preference, she was unable to suppress the feelings that washed through her. Everything that she had fantasized about for so long became suddenly within her reach, that drug was right there for her to taste; how the hell could she walk away from that?

She'd heard the older agent explain how she wasn't in a relationship, and wasn't interested in anyone, and though the latter part disappointed her somewhat - it was always a major role in her fantasies that Emily craved her to unpresidented levels like she craved Emily - she decided to take the small opportunity that she was given and hope to god that, even for one night, the brunette would take the bate. Of course, she knew that if she had that one moment she would crave her far more than she ever had, but she just needed something. She truly was like a recovering drug addict who had just been given the opportunity of 'one last time; one last high that will top all highs' - she knew that she'd never be able to leave it behind after, but it was so fucking tempting.

It was totally and utterly out of character for her - the way that she took the lead, the way that she wasted no time in pressing her body hard against Emily's and moving to the rhythm of her own beat, the way that she allowed her lips to graze 'accidentally' against the older woman's face - and her confidence faltered a little when that face turned away. But she was so enthralled already, she couldn't let this moment pass her by, and as dark eyes finally settled upon her own, as a tempting hand laced around her back and pulled her roughly and abruptly, as a whimper left her own lips, she couldn't help but feel somewhat proud. She had lured Emily Prentiss.

She couldn't help it; with her confidence soaring on an all time high, she was powerless to her own lips that captured Emily's briefly, or the tongue that poked out after that kiss had ended and traced over her own bottom lip as she revelled in the electricity that that one simple contact had sent through her body. Everything that she had ever imagined that first kiss to be - and oh, she had imagined it - it surpassed in leaps and bounds and swirls of consuming lust and unadulterated want. A want that pushed her eager fingers to dip beneath a silk shirt, a want that longed for those perfect damn lips far more than she thought humanly possible, a want that formed into seductively sweet words that rolled from her tongue like warm honey as she pressed her lips to Emily's ear.

"I think we should leave. Don't you, Emily Prentiss?"