Disclaimer: All these characters belong to CBS and whoever else holds rights to : JJ/Emily Criminal Minds
Summary: This is your basic, plot? what plot story? In other words, there is no story just a lot of steamy, girl on girl action.
Rating: Most definately M
Timeline: Second season, not long after Emily has joined the team. Not related to any specific episode.
Authors Note: This scene has been floating around in my head all day and I just had to get it out. It has not been beta'd because...well I don't have a beta reader. I'm pretty sure my family and most of my friends would disown me if they knew *this* is what I'm writing when I'm holed up in my apartment all night ignoring phone calls.
She wasn't nearly as drunk as everyone thought she was but Emily had realized early on in the evening that the others weren't going to be able to relax around her unless she herself relaxed. So, she sat with her colleagues, sipping her drink and letting her professional mask slip as she opened herself up, becoming witty and sarcastic and funny and lighthearted. She became Emily. It was a side of herself that very few people got to see and one that she had never been very comfortable revealing to the people that she worked with.
But, it was Garcia's birthday and all wanted was all of her friends to go out together and have a good time. So, if the least Emily could do to ensure that she had a good time on her birthday was relax and let her guard down, then she would do it. The woman worked so hard, facing the same horrors they did on a daily basis and often times her contributions went unnoticed by the higher ups because she worked so much behind the scenes but the team, they all knew how much she did for them.
Which is why they were out at one of the more upscale bars in DC, dressed to the nines, drinking champagne, eating hors d'oerdurves and cake and dancing. Emily wasn't normally one for dressing up but even she'd enjoyed picking out a simple yet elegent dress and for once putting a little effort into her hair and makeup. And, it was nice seeing everyone else all dressed up too. The guys all looked incredibly handsome in their suits and Garcia and JJ looked stunning.
Especially JJ, in that dark green, backless halter number she had on. With her hair in a simple updo and minimal makeup she looked classy and comfortable. Of course, JJ was one of those women who looked good in just about anything. As Emily watched her take a turn on the dance floor with Hotch she imagined that JJ would be just as comfortable in a dive bar somewhere....low slung jeans and a t-shirt.... beer in one hand......doing a dirty grind on the dance floor.
She took a swallow of champagne to drown out the whimper that formed in her throat at the thought and tried to clear the image from her head.
Very deliberately she turned her attention to Gideon and Morgan, who were talking baseball and tried to follow along. It wasn't very long though before her attention drifted back to the dance floor, where JJ was now dancing with Reid, smiling up at him as he moved awkwardly to the music.
While Emily wasn't feeling much of the affects of the alcohol they'd been drinking all night, it was clear that JJ was. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were shining and she was a little more exhuberant than normal. It was cute.
And if Emily hadn't already been enamored on her co-worker before tonight she would be by now.
"Emily. Hey, Emily." It took a moment for her to realize that someone was calling her name and when she looked up she was startled to find that JJ was hovering by her shoulder.
"Come dance with me," JJ requested.
"I..." She started to protest but trailed off, knowing she couldn't really voice what she was thinking. She couldn't admit to JJ that if she danced with her, she'd likely end up kissing her.
JJ didn't seem all that interested in her response anyway, she tugged at Emily's hand and Emily followed reluctantly but under her own power. They found a spot in the middle of the floor and Emily turned to face JJ, feeling awkward and uncomfortable as she began moving, knowing that she was out of sync with the music but not being able to get the rhythmn right. She'd never been a very good dancer. JJ stepped closer and gripped her hips, guiding her in time with the music. Emily's breath hitched in her throat and she really hoped that it was dark enough in the club that JJ wouldn't notice the heat that spread across her cheeks.
Her arms hung awkwardly at her sides, until JJ let loose her grip and placed one over her shoulder. Emily took the hint and laid the other one over the other shoulder, lacing her fingers together behind JJ's neck to prevent them from wandering across the smooth skin of JJ's back.
A slow burn started in the pit of her stomach, only made worse as the jostling crowd around them forced them even closer together until their was barely any space between them. Every movement brought their bodies into contact. She could feel the smooth coolness of JJ's dress brush along her leg with each roll of their hips and it took every effort not to shift her stance, just slightly, widening her legs and letting JJ's thigh slide between her own. The other woman probably wouldn't even know that she was doing it on purpose
And then, as if in answer to her thoughts, JJ was bumped from behind and took a stumbling half step forward and suddenly Emily was riding her thigh and biting back a groan. She expected JJ to step back as soon as the space behind her was clear, but she didn't. She stayed there, leg pressed up against Emily's center and for a moment, just a moment, Emily lost all control.
Her lips found JJ's without any conscious thought or direction from her brain. It actually took a moment before she was even aware of it and when she did become aware all she could take in was that JJ's lips were soft and warm and their bodies were pressed impossibly close together and that JJ's fingers were gripping her hips.
And then, Emily was pulling away, horror sweeping through her.
"Oh, my God, JJ. I'm so, so sorry. I don't know what came over me but I promise it'll never, ever happen again."
"Emily. Em. Em."
The brunette was vaguely aware that JJ was talking, trying to interrupt her rapid, desperate apology, but she couldn't stop the words flowing from her mouth. She had to make it clear that she hadn't meant to put JJ in this position and that she didn't intend to make this the other woman's problem. She was an adult, she could deal with her emotions and maintain the friendship that had been forming since she'd joined the team.
She was cut off by a a pair of lips pressing against her own, of fingers digging into her sides, pulling her closer, of thumbs tracing circles over her hip bones. She let her hands wander across the expanse of skin that was JJ's back, tracing the contours of her shoulder blades and spine before trailing up her sides and coming to rest at the nape of her neck.
They pulled apart slowly, breathlessly.
"JJ, I..." she started to apologize again.
"Emily, does it seem like I'm upset to you?" JJ asked softly, her lips curving up into a smile.
Emily knew, she just knew, that it was the alcohol talking but she couldn't help the answering smile that tugged at her lips.
"It felt nice," JJ admitted. "Warm and soft and...." she trailed off and her eyes shifted to look somewhere over Emily's shoulder for a long moment before coming back to meet her gaze again as she admitted, "I haven't been kissed with that much passion in a very long time."
Emily didn't know what to say about that. She had fallen in love with JJ slowly, a little bit more with every little piece that she learned about her but she had never intended for the other woman to learn about this. She had too much respect for the younger woman to put her in a spot like that. She didn't want to jepordize their friendship or the dynamic of the team.
But all of that had come undone with a bit too much champagne.
JJ didn't seem to require an answer though. She leaned in,her breath ghosting against Emily's ear as she whispered, "what do you say we get out of here?"
Emily was sober enough to know that this was a bad idea and drunk enough that she did not care. Wordlessly she took JJ's hand and led her through the crowd and outside.
They climbed into one of the waiting cabs and she gave directions to her condo as JJ snuggled up next to her, one hand idyly stroking her knee.
It was only a ten minute drive from the club to her place, but to Emily, it seemed an eternity. When the cab pulled up in front of her place, she thrust some money at the driver and the two of them tumbled out and hurried up the walkway. Her hands shook and it took her three times to get the key in the lock but then they were in and the door was swinging shut behind them and JJ was pushing her backwards. She hit the door behind her with a dull thud but barely felt the contact as her body was absorbed in the sensations that JJ was creating with her touch and her kisses.
She groaned when JJ pulled away from her lips, and then moaned as she trailed kisses along her jaw and down her neck while her hands ran up and down Emily's sides, following the faint protusion of her rib cage, across her stomach and back up again before coming to rest on her breasts. It was all she could do to remain upright as she gripped at JJ's waist.
Agonizingly, she pushed JJ away from her. "Not here." She forced the words through her vocal chords. "Not against the door."
For the second time that night she took JJ's hand and led her through the room. This time, she led her to her bedroom. She guided JJ across the room to her bed and sat, pulling the other woman down to straddle her lap. JJ imediately draped her arms around Emily's neck and brought their lips together for a kiss, hard and rough, fast and demanding, before pulling away and continuing her exploration of Emily's neck and torso. She felt the straps of her dress sliding down her shoulders but was distracted by untying the knot of JJ's halter and and pulling her hair from it's elastic to pay attention. JJ's thick blond hair fell in a curtain around them and Emily wrapped her hands in it, luxuriating in the feel of it around her fingers as JJ's head dipped lower, along the top of her chest, her lips grazing the top of her breast.
When she took one into her mouth, sucking and rolling her tongue across her nipple, Emily's eyes drifted shut and her head lolled back. Sparks flared behind her eyelids and a low groan left her throat.
"Oh, my God, JJ," she mumured, holding the other woman's head firmly in place as she continued to suck at the tender skin.
Her hands loosened their grip in JJ's hair and began to explore. She pushed aside the fabric of the blond woman's top and let her fingers skim across the smooth skin, across her shoulders and back, down her stomach and up to her breasts, soft and full. She stroked her thumb across them, enjoying the way JJ moaned against her skin.
As JJ's lips began to travel higher, up her torso and along the base of her neck, Emily's hands went lower, sliding beneath the skirt of JJ's dress to stroke her thighs.
Their lips met in another explosive kiss as they eased backwards onto the bed, JJ lying on top of Emily, the weight of the other woman lying above her an absolutely delicious feeling.
They shed the remainder of their clothing, hands tugging at zippers and pushing at fabric until they were lying skin against skin.
JJ slid her knee between Emily's leg, sliding it up as she shifted her hips down, effectively, holding her in place. The sensation was maddening. She wanted to move, to shift and release the pressure and she could not. She was confined and dependant on the pressure of JJ's leg, which wasn't nearly enough.
"My, God, JJ, please," she begged sliding her hands along JJ's back and sides, desperate for purchase.
With a low, wicked chuckle, JJ bucked against her a few times, making her whimper, then took pity on her and slid a hand down in between them, her fingers stroking lightly.
Or, maybe it wasn't pity. Maybe she's just found a new way to tease.
As Emily's lips explored a path down JJ's neck she muttered pleas against her skin until finally, JJ slowly slid inside her, in and out, pumping with the rythmn of Emily's rocking hips. Until, finally, torturously, Emily came undone.
JJ stilled her fingers as the muscles continued to quiver for several moments after, then slowly pulled out. They kissed, lightly, gently, and JJ rubbed Emily's stomach lightly, calming the tremors.
And as soon as she was able, Emily turned the tables. Gripping JJ's shoulders and bucking her hips she rolled them both over so she was lying on top and began working her way down JJ's body, taking her time, nipping and tasting every inch of skin and enjoying the way the other woman's muscles twitched under her lips until she'd worked her way down between JJ's thighs. Slolwy, deliberately, she kissed the tops of ther thighs, missing her center by mere milimeters until JJ fisted a hand in her hair and with a breathy plea urged Emily on.