Emily – Denver PD, That Evening

Emily was wrapping up the final report with Hotch when her phone buzzed.

JJ [6:46 PM]
Case closed. Heading back.

Buzz.

JJ [6:47 PM]
Booked a room. You know the one. Top floor. Blackout curtains. No interruptions.

Emily stared at the message like it might combust in her hand.

Buzz.

JJ [6:48 PM]
One key at the front desk. It's yours. I'm already waiting.

Emily stood so abruptly that her chair squeaked against the tile. "I have to go."

Hotch raised an eyebrow. "Everything okay?"

Emily nodded, too fast. "Urgent... personal file. Needs reviewing."

Hotch blinked. "Sure."

Emily was already gone.

The hallway was quiet.

Emily's heart thundered as she stopped outside Room 1207. She didn't knock.

She used the key.

The door opened to dim light, the room bathed in soft golden tones. The blackout curtains were drawn. JJ stood by the window in a tank top and sleep shorts, phone still in hand.

She turned.

They locked eyes.

Neither moved.

Then JJ said, low and wrecked, "Close the door."

Emily obliged.

The room was swallowed in quiet darkness, save for the faint glow of city lights filtering through the blackout curtains. JJ stood at the window, chest rising and falling softly, her gaze unfocused, lost in the moment—and in her racing thoughts. Emily watched her, heart pounding in her chest with a blend of longing and hesitation.

Without a word, Emily moved closer, her footsteps subtle but deliberate. When she reached JJ's side, her hand brushed along JJ's arm, warm and tentative. Slowly, she slid her fingers upward, softly tracing the curve of JJ's jaw, feeling the slight tremor in her cheek.

Their eyes met—deep pools of vulnerability and unspoken desire. Emily's fingertips lingered a moment longer, then she gently cupped JJ's face, thumb brushing softly along her cheekbone. JJ's breath hitched, her eyelids fluttering as Emily's thumb stroked her skin, slow and deliberate.

Emily leaned in, their faces mere inches apart, her lips grazing the corner of JJ's mouth—a whisper of contact, warm and electric. JJ responded instinctively, leaning into her, closing the gap with a confident hunger that surprised even herself.

Their mouths met in a deep, searching kiss—rough at first, then growing even more insistent—spurred by a need both tender and unyielding. Emily's hands arrived at JJ's waist, fingers splaying wide, pressing her palm flat against the fabric of her shirt, feeling the gentle curve of her lower back through the thin material.

JJ's fingers curled into Emily's hair, pulling her a little closer, craving the taste and texture of her skin. Their bodies pressed together, fitting perfectly, a seamless melding of heat and longing. Emily's lips moved along JJ's jawline, leaving a trail of gentle kisses that ignited in JJ's nerves, making her shiver with anticipation.

The tension thickened as Emily's hands slid downward, fingertips brushing the edge of JJ's hips, feeling her pulse surge beneath her fingertips, eager and trembling. JJ responded by lifting her arms, hands dipping beneath Emily's shirt, her fingertips grazing bare skin, pulling Emily's body even closer.

Their breaths mingled—quick and uneven—as Emily's mouth found JJ's neck, offering gentle bites and teasing kisses that made JJ exhale a breathless gasp. Her hands traced the outline of Emily's back, clutching her tight, anchoring herself in the feel of her.

JJ pulled her mouth away briefly and husked out breathlessly, "If you were planning on being gentle, don't."

Emily's lips returned to JJ's—more boldly now—kissing with a slow hunger, a promise neither could quite voice aloud. Her palm pressed firmly into JJ's side, guiding her to turn fully into her embrace. JJ's fingers pressed into Emily's waist, fitting her hand there perfectly, as if they'd done this a thousand times before.

In that moment, they surrendered—their bodies molding together, skin to skin, as if words weren't enough to speak what they both felt. Emily's lips traced along JJ's collarbone, lingering, tasting her, while JJ's fingers explored the lines of Emily's back, feeling the subtle tremor of vulnerability behind every touch.

When Emily's mouth finally claimed JJ's again, it was slow and deliberate—every kiss a reaffirmation, every movement laced with a quiet hunger. Her hand drifted along JJ's side, slipping beneath the hem of her shirt, fingertips brushing warm, bare skin, teasing and promising.

JJ responded with a soft moan, pressing her hips forward with gentle insistence, her fingers curling into Emily's hair, pulling her deeper into the moment. Their bodies moved in unison—a slow dance of touch and scent, feeling more than knowing—lost in a space where only their shared energy mattered.

Their lips parted briefly, breath mingling, eyes locking—searching for reassurance, for permission, for surrender. Emily's hand brushed slow and steady along JJ's thigh, feeling the shudder that rippled through her as she traced a silken line upward.

With every lingering touch, they bared more of themselves—vulnerable, unguarded, craving. As their bodies pressed closer, skin shimmering with sweat and anticipation, the boundary between tenderness and want blurred. Every gentle caress, every flicker of skin against skin, was a silent vow—an unspoken promise that this moment was theirs to own.

And in the darkness, with the world outside forgotten, they finally let themselves fall into the quiet, intoxicating intimacy—eager, trembling, and utterly at ease in each other's arms.

Emily pushed JJ's panties down just enough to further her exploration, dipping her fingers between the younger blonde's thighs. JJ kicked her panties off and spread her legs, welcoming Emily with a needly, breathless moan.

Emily lazily dragged her fingers through JJ's folds, eliciting a strangled huff of agitation from JJ. Feeling like she'd teased long enough, Emily shoved three fingers into JJ's pussy as JJ's teeth clenched around her shoulder, strangling a gasp as it left her mouth.

Emily pumped her fingers into JJ, striking her clit with her thumb at the height of each movement. JJ moved in rhythm with her, covering her mouth and moaning "Yes. Yes. Just like that. Yes. Give it to me."

Emily husked into JJ's ear, "you're so sexy, you're gonna make me come in about four seconds once I'm done with you." She held her thighs tightly together, applying pressure to her own throbbing nub.

JJ smiled at the thought, still groaning out "Yes. Harder. Don't stop. Don't you fucking stop."

Emily continued to pump her fingers into JJ, quickening the pace as she felt JJ's body hitch as she came, pussy trying to pull her fingers farther inside. They kissed breathlessly as Emily pulled her sticky, wet fingers out and licked them clean. JJ's eyes darkened, forcing her lips against Emily's, tasting her sweetness on the older brunette's lips.

The room was quiet now, save for the slow, steady rise and fall of their breaths. Emily settled back onto the pillow, her fingertips lingering music-soft on JJ's bare shoulder, tracing gentle circles that spoke of tenderness more than heat.

JJ's head rested against her chest, her pulse still faintly quickened, but her muscles relaxed in a way that made Emily's heart ache—soft, vulnerable, utterly real. For a moment, neither spoke, letting the silence cradle them like a favorite song.

Emily softly brushed a damp strand of hair away from JJ's face, her thumb grazing her cheekbone. "You okay?" she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

JJ gave a small, contented hum, eyes fluttering shut as she pressed a lazy kiss to Emily's collarbone. "Yeah," she murmured, voice muffled but sincere. "Better than I've felt in a long time."

The faint glow of city lights seeped through the blackout curtains, casting a hazy hue over their skin—like the world outside was holding its breath, waiting to see if they could finally take a moment for themselves. Emily's hand moved instinctively, fingers barely pressing into JJ's back, feeling the warmth, the steady pulse beneath her palm.

A beat of silence stretched, rich with unspoken vows and shared breath. Emily gently threaded her fingers through JJ's hair, tilting her chin up just enough to meet her gaze. Their eyes locked, raw and unguarded, speaking volumes in the quiet.

"I don't want to rush this," Emily murmured, voice almost trembling. "But I want to remember this—us—like this. Just—being here. Together. Not racing away from anything, just... here."

JJ's lips curved into a soft smile, a gentleness that touched Emily more than words ever could. She shifted slightly, curling closer, letting Emily's arm loop around her shoulders, anchoring them both in this fragile, beautiful moment.

"I could stay like this forever," JJ whispered, her voice steadier now, yet still hushed, reverent. "No more running—just... this. Us. Real."

Emily pressed a lingering kiss to JJ's temple, feeling the weight of her words settle in her chest. Slowly, she closed her eyes, letting the quiet comfort of JJ's body against hers seep into her bones.

In that stillness, they found the peace they'd both been searching for—an unspoken promise that whatever tomorrow held, tonight was theirs. Entirely, vulnerably theirs.

And with arms wrapped tightly around each other, they drifted into a silence filled with gratitude, hope, and the quiet certainty that—even in this chaos—they had finally found a moment to just be.

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