fake dating + sharing a bed = irresistible so i had to write this lmao
also the idea of grumpy emily amuses me so there's a little bit of that too
Emily recognizes it immediately.
It’s sitting on her desk, face down so that Emily can’t see the cursive scrawl she knows is on the front side, but the wax seal is enough for her to recognize the envelope as one of her mother’s. She doesn’t even bother flipping the envelope to make sure before she tears it open, extracting the item inside like it’s a ticking bomb.
It’s not a bomb, of course, but Emily finds herself wishing that it were one. Instead, it’s a folded piece of cardstock, her name written across the top in gold print. It’s a wedding invitation.
Of course her brother is getting married during her only break.
“You good?” Morgan sidles into the bullpen, a bag of Chinese takeout in his arms.
“No.” Emily’s voice is muffled from where she’s buried her face in her arms.
“Okay.” He sounds confused, but Emily doesn’t bother elaborating any further. “I got your favorite, if that helps.”
A styrofoam box appears in front of her, but Emily still doesn’t budge.
“They’re pork potstickers,” Morgan tries, staring when Emily just grunts in response. Never once in the years that Emily’s been at the BAU has Morgan seen her ignore potstickers.
He shakes his head and yells, “Food’s here!”, and not even a second later, the rest of the team is flying into the bullpen.
“Oh, thank god.” Rossi’s the first one to the food, rifling through the bag for his order. He pauses with his box half out of the bag when he catches sight of Emily. “Is she okay?”
“I don’t know,” Morgan says through a mouthful of noodles. “She was like this when I walked in.”
“Emily?” JJ leans against the edge of Emily’s desk, gently prodding Emily in the shoulder. “Are you okay?”
“No.” Emily blindly gropes for the invitation, slides it in JJ’s general direction when she finally manages to locate it on the table.
“Your brother’s getting married.” Hotch sounds vaguely confused. “If you’re worried about needing to leave, don’t. Winter break starts in a few days, anyway.”
“It’s not that,” Emily mumbles into her arms. “If I go, I have to be with my family.”
“Don’t go, then.” Morgan shrugs, twirling some lo mein on his fork. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”
“But he’s my brother,” Emily whines, sitting up. She blinks a few times to adjust to the light. “I can’t not go to my brother’s wedding.”
“I’m sure it’ll be okay.” Penelope pats her head consolingly as Emily cracks open a box of potstickers. “What’s the worst that can happen?”
“I’m going to get harassed.” Emily stabs a potsticker with her fork with a little more force than necessary. “My mother’s going to spend the entire trip trying to find me a boyfriend. ‘Emily, you’re already so old! You need a nice, rich man to take care of you!’” Emily gags dramatically.
“It can’t be that bad,” Rossi reasons, handing her a packet of soy sauce.
“Last year, my mother set me up with seven blind dates. One on each day.”
There’s a resounding “oh” around the room as Emily dumps the entire packet of soy sauce, and then another, onto her potstickers.
“That much sodium is not good for you, Emily.” Hotch frowns as she shoves a potsticker into her mouth. His frown deepens when Emily hisses at him.
“Around 2.3 million people die every year because of a high salt intake,” Reid supplies helpfully, even as he pours soy sauce all over his lo mein.
“Good.” Emily steals a piece of edamame off of JJ’s plate, pulling her hand back before JJ can slap it away. “Then I won’t have to go to the wedding.”
“Why don’t you take someone with you?” Penelope suggests.
Emily shifts slightly away from her and the piece of orange chicken she’s just picked up, which is teetering dangerously on her chopsticks. “There’s never been anyone to take with me.”
“I’d go with you, but I’ve got something else to do.” Morgan gives Reid a meaningful look, and Reid chokes on his food.
“Yeah, no way I’m spending my break doing that,” Rossi says, and adds sheepishly at Emily’s glare, “sorry.”
“Hotch?” Emily turns to him with pleading eyes, but Hotch is already shaking his head.
“I’m taking Jack on vacation. I wish I could help.”
“I can’t either, sweetcheeks.” Garcia pats her consolingly on her arm. “I’m sure you’re going to be okay.”
Emily groans, burying her face back into her arms. “You’re all dead to me.”
It’s quiet for a moment, and then, “I’ll go with you.”
Emily’s head jerks up at JJ’s voice. “What?”
“I’ll go with you,” JJ repeats, sets down her edamame so that she can steal one of Emily’s potstickers. For the first time, Emily doesn’t even try to stop her. “I have nowhere to be, anyway. And it might be fun.”
“Really?” Emily leaps from her chair and knocks over an empty carton of rice to launch herself at JJ. “You’re the best!”
And really, what can go wrong?
Well, not everything quite yet, but her goddamn pretzels won’t open, and if that isn’t a bad omen, Emily doesn’t know what is.
“Do you need help with that?” JJ asks from the driver's seat, turning to give Emily an amused look. They’ve only been driving for half an hour, but the sun’s already beginning to set, bathing the car in a soft light that makes JJ’s eyes glow. Emily can’t help but stare, quickly averting her gaze when JJ catches her eyes.
“No,” Emily replies stubbornly when she realizes that JJ’s still waiting for an answer.
“Okay.” JJ shrugs, and it goes quiet again as Emily struggles with the pretzels.
A few minutes later, Emily has given up on trying to open her pretzels and has moved to fiddling with the radio, landing on some soft, indie song that JJ recognizes from Emily’s personal playlist.
“We should probably go over a few points in our story,” JJ suggests when the song fades out. “We want to make this as believable as possible.”
“Our story?” Emily lifts both legs onto the seat so that she’s sitting cross-legged.
“The story of our relationship.” Emily stares blankly at JJ. “Remember? As of the moment we step into your house, we’re girlfriends.”
“Oh. Right.” Emily clears her throat, trying not to think about how good ‘we’re girlfriends’ sounded coming from JJ’s mouth. She goes back to fidgeting with the pretzels in her lap. “Our story.”
They pull up at a red light, and JJ reaches across the console, splitting the bag of pretzels open in a matter of seconds. Emily stares. JJ doesn’t smirk outwardly, but there’s a hint of smugness in her voice that makes Emily’s heart jump.
“So, I was thinking we met at work? That’s pretty obvious, so neither of us can forget.”
“Classic office romance. I like it.” Emily smirks, reaching for a pretzel just as JJ starts the car. She barely manages to keep the pretzels from flying out of the bag.
“And I asked you out first.”
“Why do you get to ask me out first?” Emily complains. “I’m clearly the one who would make the first move.” JJ raises an eyebrow at her, and Emily sighs in defeat. “Okay, fine.”
“Pretzel, please. I can’t use my hands while I’m driving, Em,” JJ reasons patiently, if not a little exasperatedly.
“Right.” Emily blushes, reaching for a pretzel and holding it to JJ's mouth.
JJ accepts it with a smirk, brushing her lips against Emily’s palm for a second too long, and Emily’s cheeks darken even further. “As much as I think it’s adorable, you can’t go blushing like that every time I do something like that.”
Emily can only hum in agreement, her brain a pile a mush because JJ’s just called her adorable, and something in the back of Emily’s mind tells her that it really shouldn’t be affecting her this much.
Then again, JJ’s always had an effect on her.
Emily’s so screwed.
“We’re going to have to go in eventually,” JJ says patiently, her arms folded on top of the steering wheel.
“I know, I know.” Emily bites her lip, carefully avoiding JJ’s eyes. She kicks at the empty box of takeout at her feet. “Just… give me a second.”
“You’ve been saying that for the past ten minutes.” JJ sighs softly, reaches out to grab Emily’s hand. “It’s okay. I’m right here.”
“Okay.” Emily steels herself, ignoring the butterflies that have formed in her stomach at JJ’s touch. She gives JJ’s hand a gentle squeeze. “Okay.”
Emily steps out of the car, tugs her coat tighter around herself as the cold wind hits her. The sun’s gone, now, the sky a mixture of blues and oranges and pinks, and it would be beautiful if Emily weren’t so fixated on the house looming in front of them.
“This is your house?” JJ stares incredulously, her eyes wide.
It’s not a surprise that Emily is wealthy, but this is a whole new level of rich that JJ didn’t even know existed. The house is big enough that what Rossi calls his mansion resembles more of a shed than anything else. JJ makes a mental note to tease Rossi about it next time he mentions it. “It’s gorgeous.”
“Yeah, I guess.” Emily shrugs halfheartedly, blinking up at the house.
It looks exactly the same as when she’d left all those years ago. Even the door knocker is the same, Emily notes with mild surprise, as they approach the front door. She swings the knocker three times, stepping back when the door opens. The man that answers is wearing a pressed suit and a look of utter surprise to see her there.
“Miss. Prentiss,” he says, and even now, with his hair greying out and poise stiff from too many years of work, he hasn’t changed, either.
Emily offers him a weak smile, hands tucked into the pockets of her coat. “Abraham. It’s been too long.”
“We weren’t expecting you,” he says, even as he holds the door open for them and takes their coats. “Ms. Prentiss is in her study.”
Emily nods a thanks, her shoulders stiffening and fingers twining together at the mention of her mother. She still has the same effect she’d had on teenage Emily, and it’s disconcerting the way the familiar need to impress bubbles up in her stomach.
“It’s okay. I’m right here.” JJ gently loosens Emily’s fingers from where she's locked them together and weaves her fingers through Emily’s. “I’m right here.”
JJ doesn’t know what to expect when they walk into the living room. A Coraline, other-mother type, maybe, but there’s only a petite brunette in the room. The infamous Elizabeth Prentiss.
“Mrs. Prentiss? Your daughter’s here.”
Elizabeth rises with a grace that JJ’s only ever seen Emily exude, striding across the room to meet them in sure, strong steps.
“Emily.” Elizabeth greets her with a kiss on each cheek. “I didn’t know you were coming.”
Emily smiles softly, releasing JJ’s hand to hug her mother. “I’m here for Eli’s wedding.”
“Ah.” Elizabeth smiles, stepping back. “I’m sure he’ll be glad you’re here. Speaking of which, I have multiple suitors that are perfectly fit for you and are willing to accompany you to the wedding, Emily. I’m sure one of them will be to your liking.”
Even with Emily’s back to her, JJ can see the way Emily immediately stiffens. Emily hadn’t been lying when she’d mentioned her mother’s quest to find her a man.
“Actually, mother,” JJ doesn’t know if she’s ever heard Emily sound quite so nervous, “this is my girlfriend, JJ.”
As far as first meetings go, it’s not entirely the worst that JJ’s ever had.
“Nice to meet you.” JJ smiles warmly, holds out a hand. Elizabeth looks at her as if she’s just offered her a dead rat, and JJ immediately pulls her hand back, wiping her sweaty palms against the material of her jeans. “Emily’s told me so much about you.”
“And she’s told me nothing about you.” Elizabeth directs her gaze towards Emily, her head tilted to the side. “I was not aware that you liked women.” Emily flinches at the venom in Elizabeth’s voice, and JJ reaches forward, lacing their fingers together in a way that’s quickly becoming familiar.
Emily squeezes her hand, swallows and lifts her head up to meet Elizabeth’s eyes. “I do.”
“Hm.” Elizabeth tilts her head to the side, her eyes darting down to their interlocked hands, and JJ reflexively tightens her grip, tugs Emily a little closer. “How did you two meet?” The question itself is innocuous enough, but JJ’s familiar with the tone of her voice, the way she's trying to catch them in a lie. It’s the same voice Emily uses on unsubs in interrogations.
“We work together,” JJ says when Emily doesn’t answer. She thinks it’s a miracle that she manages to get the words out without stuttering. “We clicked immediately.”
She reaches for Emily, uses their linked hands to tug her closer and wrap an arm around her waist. Emily immediately melts against her.
Elizabeth stares for a moment longer, her eyes narrowed. Then, “I’ll have Abraham set up a room for you. Most of the rooms are not available, so you’ll have to share your old room. But if you’re together,” Elizabeth’s lip curls in distaste, “I’m sure that won’t be a problem.”
And JJ thinks, oh, shit.
“I’m so sorry,” Emily blurts out the moment they’re alone in her room. “I thought we were going to be staying in one of the guest rooms with a pull-out, and I didn’t even think about… this.”
“This” being the one, queen-sized bed in the room.
It’s the first time they have had to share a bed. It’s a wonder, really, that out of all the seedy motels and five-star resorts that they’ve shared on cases, not a single one has had only one bed for the two of them.
JJ wants to laugh at how clichéd this entire thing is. The pretend dating, the evil mother, the one bed. She’s seen this movie enough times to know that she really should be ending this trip with a new girlfriend.
If she didn’t know any better, of course.
“I can take the floor,” Emily offers, setting down her duffel bag. “I’m sure there are extra blankets somewhere.”
This is the part in the movie where JJ protests, argues that the floor is too uncomfortable and the bed is big enough for both of them. “We can share the bed.”
“Are you sure?” Emily bites her lip, shifting her feet. “I’ve already put you through so much trouble just bringing you here. Giving you a comfortable place to sleep is the least I can do.”
“Emily, I’m here because I want to be.” JJ smiles softly and finds that she completely means it. “We’re going to share the bed, like two, able adults. Okay?”
“Okay,” Emily agrees reluctantly. “I’m going to take a shower while you settle in.”
It’s almost like they’re just on another case. It’s routine the way JJ always lets Emily shower first, even if JJ has to actively ignore the sweet scent of Emily's shampoo that lingers in the bathroom, and Emily always lets JJ use her blow dryer because JJ can never remember to bring hers.
When JJ comes out of the shower, Emily’s already in bed, a book open in her lap. It’s a familiar sight -- after years of sharing rooms, JJ knows that reading, preferably reading a classic in some foreign language, is Emily’s go-to way to unwind after a hard case.
“Orgail et Prejuges?" JJ asks, climbing into the bed. She’s reading off the cover, and she knows that her middle school French teacher would’ve found her accent absolutely repulsive. Maybe that’s why she failed out of French.
“Orgueil et Préjugés,” Emily corrects with a soft smile, and it should be illegal how quickly the butterflies surge in JJ’s stomach at Emily’s French. “Pride and Prejudice.”
JJ hums softly, watching as Emily stretches, her back arching and the hem of her tank top riding up just enough to reveal a strip of pale skin. JJ swallows, carefully shoving that thought out of her head.
Emily tosses her book onto the nightstand, reaching across to turn the lights off. JJ lets her eyes adjust to the dark as Emily slips under the covers.
“Thank you for doing this.” Emily turns onto her side so that they’re facing each other.
“Of course,” JJ murmurs. “I wouldn’t want to spend my break any other way.”
JJ can barely make out Emily’s silhouette in the dark, but she knows that Emily is smiling from the way she lets out a happy little hum. “Goodnight, Jayje.”
JJ notices a few things when she first wakes up the next morning.
One, the entire right side of her body is numb. There’s something heavy on top of her, JJ realizes, and she blinks open bleary eyes.
That’s when she notices that two, much more alarmingly, the thing on top of her is definitely a brunette that looks alot like Emily, and JJ freezes, her sleep-muddled brain struggling to catch up.
Oh, right. The whole fake dating thing.
They’ve somehow shifted in the middle of the night so that Emily is wrapped around her like a teddy bear, her head pillowed on JJ’s chest. JJ reaches down, gently brushes her fingers through Emily’s curls. It’s unfair the way Emily never seems to have a bad hair day — even at 7 in the morning, her hair is silky smooth through JJ’s fingers.
Just when JJ’s arm is beginning to ache from the weight of Emily’s body, Emily stirs, letting out a pleased little purr when JJ continues to stroke her hair.
“Good morning.” JJ chuckles when Emily whines, burrows further into JJ’s chest.
“‘S too early,” Emily mumbles into her, her breath warm through the material of JJ’s t-shirt.
Emily’s arms tighten around her body as JJ shifts to a more comfortable position, and JJ’s content to just lie in bed for a few more minutes —
— until Emily jumps, almost falling out of the bed as she scrambles out of JJ’s arms.
“Emily?” JJ frowns, sits up. “What’s wrong?”
“I, we -- ” Twin flags of color rise on Emily’s cheeks, and she ducks her head, a curtain of hair hiding her face. “I don’t know what happened.”
“Hey.” JJ reaches out, gently tilting Emily’s face up to meet hers. “It’s okay. I promise.”
“I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable,” Emily whispers, dark eyes impossibly wide.
“You didn’t make me uncomfortable,” JJ says, waiting for Emily to nod. She lets a slow smile spread across her face. “I didn’t take you for a cuddler, though.”
Emily hits her with a pillow, and, well, she probably deserved that.
“Rude.” JJ glares at her, climbs out of bed before Emily can hit her again. She stretches, groaning when her back cracks. “I’m going on a run. Do you want to come?”
“Yeah.” Emily yawns, snuggles back into the blankets. “Give me a second.”
By the time Emily finally manages to crawl out of bed, JJ’s already changed into her workout gear. Much to Emily’s chagrin, JJ’s workout gear consists solely of a sports bra and a pair of leggings that look a little too small, and Emily can’t really help it when her eyes wander. It really shouldn’t surprise her that JJ’s in good shape, but, goddamn, JJ looks like she’s carved from marble. Emily lets her eyes trail down JJ’s body, unconsciously licking her lips at the sight of her chiseled abs.
“Em?” Her head shoots up, meeting amused, blue eyes and a smirk that makes her mouth go dry. “You there?”
“Mhm.” Emily clears her throat. It takes her three tries to fit the zipper into the catch, and by the time she’s finally managed to zip up her jacket, her face is bright red. “I think there’s a park in the next neighborhood that we can go to.”
“That’s perfect.” JJ smiles, gestures towards the door. “Lead the way, Agent Prentiss.”
Not even ten minutes later, Emily is already regretting her decision to join JJ on her run. Even seeing JJ’s abs did not make up for this torture.
“Jayje, stop… I can’t,” Emily gasps out, dramatically collapsing onto the grass.
JJ pauses mid stride, regarding her with a raised eyebrow. “You’re an FBI agent, and you can't run a mile? Maybe we should consider rehiring.”
Emily props herself up on her elbows to glare at JJ. “It’s not my fault I’m not naturally athletic or whatever.”
JJ rolls her eyes good naturedly as she plops down next to Emily, planting her palms in the grass and leaning back to look up at the sky. The sun’s just now peeking over the horizon, and JJ realizes with a jolt that this is probably the first time she’s actually sat down to watch the sun rise in years.
Next to her, Emily lets out a happy little sigh as she admires the sunrise, cushioning her head on her hands.
JJ loses track of how long they’re sitting there, but only when the sun’s fully seated in the sky and people are beginning to show up at the park does Emily push herself up into a seated position, turn towards JJ with a lopsided grin.
“Ready to go? I’m starving.” Emily’s stomach growls on cue, and she grimaces, lets JJ pull her to her feet.
JJ starts jogging again, but Emily pouts and tugs her back by her wrist to where she’s walking a few paces behind her. And even though JJ rolls her eyes and pretends to be annoyed, she finds that she really doesn’t mind at all.
JJ realizes too late that Emily never specified where they were going.
“A food truck?” JJ asks dubiously, eyeing the rusting metal sign and peeling paint.
“Yeah!” Emily beams, seeming not to notice the doubt of JJ’s face as she drags her by her hand to the window.
“Emilia!” A large man with greying hair and a friendly smile ambles out of the truck and immediately wraps Emily in a hug. He holds her out at arms-length, cupping her cheek. “It’s been too long, bella.”
“Alessandro. I’ve missed you,” Emily says, smiling.
“And I you.” Alessandro’s smile turns mischievous as he peers around her. “I see you’ve brought a friend with you?”
“Uh, yeah.” Emily clears her throat. “This is JJ.”
“Ah, JJ. What a pleasure to meet you. Emily’s told me so much about you.” Alessandro winks at her, and JJ raises her eyebrows, turns to Emily expectantly.
“Emily’s told you all about me?”
Emily seems to suddenly find the grass beneath her feet very interesting.
“Oh, everything.” Alessandro grins evilly. “She rea —”
“Cannolis!” Emily blurts out, cutting him off. Alessandro chuckles, but JJ really just wants to know what he was going to say. “We’re here for cannolis. We are not here so you two can gang up on me.”
“We’re going to come back to this later, Emily Prentiss,” JJ threatens. “Don’t you think I’ll forget.”
Emily shrugs noncommittally as Alessandro disappears into the truck. “After you try these cannolis, you’re even going to remember your own name.”
Even though the truck is in dire need of a renovation, the cannolis are good. Probably the best cannolis she’s ever had, even.
“Do you like them?” Alessandro asks.
JJ shrugs nonchalantly. “They’re good.”
“Good? Good?” Alessandro wrings his hands. “These are the best cannolis you will ever have in your life. Emily, I don’t like this one. Choose another one.”
Next to her, Emily laughs. “Not how it works, Alessandro.”
Alessandro huffs. “‘Good.’ I can’t believe it,” Alessandro grumbles under his breath as he climbs into his truck. “People these days.”
“Good?” Emily asks once Alessandro’s gone, amusement in her voice.
“They’re amazing,” JJ admits, rolling her eyes. “Don’t tell him I said that.”
JJ looks up, chuckling when she catches sight of the chocolate sauce on Emily’s face. “You have a little chocolate —”
She reaches forward, cups Emily's jaw and swipes her thumb against the corner of Emily’s mouth to wipe the sauce off.
“Thanks.” Emily’s tongue darts out to lick the spot JJ had touched. “You know you don’t have to be all lovey-dovey when we’re not with my mother, right?”
“I know.” JJ tilts her head to the side, admiring the blush that’s crept up on Emily’s cheeks.
And JJ thinks, how pretty.
They do make it back to the house, eventually. They stumble through the door, hands linked and laughing, and JJ feels like she’s a teenager again.
But, like with all good things —
“You’re back.” Elizabeth gives them a cool smile, gestures towards the seats across the table with her butter knife. “Have a seat.”
— the moment falls apart.
“Have you eaten?” Elizabeth asks, watches shrewdly as Emily goes straight for the pitcher of coffee.
“Yeah,” Emily says, curses quietly when she spills some coffee on herself. “Do you have any Splenda?”
Elizabeth hands her the jar, gives Emily a pointed look when she proceeds to pour three packets into her coffee. “I see the sugar tooth hasn’t gone away yet.”
Emily rolls her eyes as she pours another coffee for JJ and slides it to her. “And it’s not going to, either. Not all of us can drink black coffee and call it a day.”
Elizabeth glosses over her words with a flick of her wrist. “What are your plans for the day?”
“I think Jayje and I are going clothing shopping for the wedding.” Emily reaches for the stack of pastries in the center of the table. “Muffin?”
JJ shakes her head.
“I trust you’ll buy something appropriate,” Elizabeth says, her eyes flicking between them, the disgust evident in the curl of her lip. JJ sits up a little straighter in her chair. “This is already… unconventional enough.”
JJ can read between the lines, and what she sees there makes her narrow her eyes. Her knuckles tighten around the edge of her chair to keep herself from saying something she’ll regret.
“I have planning to do for the wedding tomorrow.” Elizabeth stands, swiping invisible crumbs off her skirt. “Try not to embarrass me tomorrow.”
And with that, she’s sauntering off.
JJ glares at her retreating figure. “Wow, she’s a real masterpiece.”
Emily sighs, reaches for another packet of Splenda. “You’ll get used to it.”
JJ recognizes the store the moment they step into it. It’s some designer that Penelope absolutely adores and is constantly chirping about.
(“Jayje, what I would do to buy even one dress from there,” Penelope had said while showing her all the dresses she’d bookmarked in the magazine. “Look at the colors!” )
Emily glances around the store, taking into account the sheer number of options there are. “We should probably match our colors.”
“Of course,” JJ says. “What’s the color theme?”
Emily frowns at the crumpled invitation in her hand. “Burgundy? That’s a shade of red, right?”
“Yeah,” JJ confirms, reading over Emily’s shoulder. “Burgundy and gold. Your brother has good taste.”
Emily snorts. “You should see his high school photos.”
They wander further into the store, peering around at the clothes. The shelves are lined with dresses that probably cost more than a month’s rent, and while they’re pretty, JJ finds her gaze drawn to the suits on the other side of the shop.
“I want to wear a suit.” JJ doesn’t mean for it to slip out so bluntly, and she hurries to explain, “I know it’s unconventional, but after what your mother said this morning…” JJ trails off, licks her lips nervously.
“Yeah, she tends to inspire opposition.” Emily reaches for her hand, her voice softening. “You can wear whatever you want, Jayje. And if you want to wear a suit, let’s go get you one. It’s my mother’s money, anyway.” Emily’s soft smile morphs into a smirk as she fingers the black Amex card in her hand.
(She buys Penelope a dress, too. And a bunch of overpriced nail polishes. And expensive, rainbow socks.
Take that, Elizabeth.)
JJ immediately flops back onto the bed when they return to their room.
“Tired?” Emily chuckles from where she’s changing into her pajamas.
“I had no idea shopping for clothes could be so exhausting,” JJ says, pushing herself up to her elbows.
“Tell me about it.” Emily hangs her dress, still wrapped in its garment bag, in the closet.
A few hours ago, Emily had practically shoved JJ towards the suits and then pranced off to the dresses, leaving JJ alone to browse what felt like a never-ending number of suits. Somehow, she did end up finding the perfect suit, but when she went to show Emily, she was promptly pushed away.
“Come on, JJ,” Emily had said, her voice muffled through the door of the changing room. “It’ll be a surprise.”
And so, even though JJ never was one for surprises, Emily’s dress remains in its cloth garment bag.
Emily climbs into bed, peeling back the covers so she can snuggle under the sheets. JJ doesn’t even realize she’s staring until Emily gently prods her in the arms, asks, “Are you going to sleep in jeans?”
“Right.” JJ blushes a little as she stands and strips off her clothes. While Emily sleeps in oversized t-shirts and lace panties (something which has caused JJ many sleepless nights), JJ opts for sweats and socks (something which Emily constantly teases her about, for absolutely no reason other than “it’s weird, Jayje.”)
Tonight’s no different. Emily’s wearing a huge t-shirt that JJ’s sure she’s seen Derek wear at some point, and her legs are bare. JJ swallows hard, pulling on her sweatpants and slipping beneath the covers.
“Goodnight,” Emily murmurs, switches off the lights.
Except JJ can’t really seem to fall asleep because, somehow, Emily keeps shifting closer to her.
“Stop that,” JJ whispers, but she can hear the strain in her voice. If Emily moves any closer, she’ll practically be on her lap, and JJ’s not really sure if she’ll be able to control herself then. “Stop moving.”
“Sorry.” There’s not a trace of contrition in Emily’s voice, though, and something tells JJ that Emily’s anything but apologetic.
Either way, Emily stops moving, and JJ lets herself breathe out a sigh of relief. But just as JJ is about to drift to sleep, Emily shifts again, and this time, they’re so close that they’re actually touching.
“Emily,” JJ manages through gritted teeth, trying as carefully as possible to extricate herself from Emily without falling out of the bed.
“Oops,” Emily says lightly, moving her leg away, but, as she does, her arm comes up and brushes JJ’s chest, and JJ doesn’t even realize she’s moving until she has Emily pinned to the bed beneath her. JJ reaches across with her free hand, flicks on the lights.
Emily’s staring up at her with wide, innocent eyes, a look that’s usually directed at Hotch. JJ’s always wondered how Emily manages to get away with so much.
Now, with Emily’s doe-eyed look trained solely on her, JJ realizes that she doesn’t stand a chance.
“You did that on purpose, didn’t you?” JJ narrows her eyes, squeezing the hand she has wrapped around Emily’s wrists.
“Maybe.” Emily wriggles a little beneath her, smirking. “Are you going to punish me?”
And just like that, JJ’s resolve shatters. She slants her lips over Emily’s, drinking in Emily’s soft moan. She swipes her tongue along Emily's bottom lip, pushing her tongue into Emily’s mouth and deepening the kiss. JJ’s hands begin to roam, sliding under Emily’s shirt to reach every inch of skin she possibly can. She lifts the hem of Emily’s t-shirt, helping Emily tug it off, and god, Emily’s body is so perfect. JJ takes a moment to just stare, admiring the perfect curve of her breasts, the smooth plane of her stomach.
“Are you just going to stare?” Emily raises an eyebrow up at her, cupping her own breast.
“You’re such a brat,” JJ hisses, bats Emily’s hand away to replace it with her own. Emily gasps when JJ rolls her nipple between her fingers.
“JJ,“ Emily whimpers, and JJ grins — there’s something so powerful about having the big, bad Emily Prentiss writhing on the bed beneath her.
“You’re so beautiful,” JJ murmurs, leans down to kiss her. Emily’s eager against her mouth, gently nipping at her bottom lip, and JJ gasps.
JJ’s not expecting it when Emily pushes her thigh up between her legs. Even through the material of her sweatpants, the pressure is dizzying as JJ grinds down, dropping her head forward and moaning.
“Off, off,” Emily pants, tugging at the waistband of her sweatpants, and JJ happily obeys, stripping her sweats and panties off.
“Do you know how wet you make me?” JJ dips her hand between her own legs, holding up glistening fingers.
She paints her fingers along Emily’s bottom lip, gasping softly when Emily sucks them into her mouth. Emily bites at the pad of her finger, and JJ’s hips buck involuntarily.
“Jayje,” Emily’s voice is muffled around JJ’s fingers, “I want to taste you. Please.”
JJ raises an eyebrow, lifting herself off of Emily and waiting for her eyes to flutter open. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, yes,” Emily whines, and that’s all she can manage because JJ’s on her knees and hovering over her face, and, instinctively, her tongue gets to work.
“I should’ve known you’d be good with your mouth,” JJ says, her voice breathy as she rocks against Emily.
She’s hesitant at first, but as she gets closer and closer to the edge, her movements become more forceful so that she’s practically riding Emily’s face. Emily’s hands come up to curl around her hips, and JJ moans, reaching forward to brace herself against the headboard.
“God, you’re so good, Emily,” JJ gasps out, hips jerking. “Such a good girl.”
Emily moans against her, and JJ can feel the vibration to her very core. She rolls her hips forward, grunting when Emily uses her tongue to flick at her clit. Emily’s so good at this that JJ’s already close, and she would be embarrassed if this didn’t feel so fucking good.
Emily seems to sense that she’s almost there because she adds her fingers to the mix, takes her clit between her lips and sucks, and JJ’s toppling over the edge, groaning as her hips buck frantically.
“God, Em,” JJ pants, rolling off of Emily as soon as she’s able to think again.
“Kiss me,” Emily begs softly, reaching for her, and JJ’s more than happy to comply.
JJ leans forward, meeting Emily’s lips and moaning softly at the taste of herself on Emily's tongue. JJ’s hands wander lower, trailing over her toned stomach and down between her legs.
JJ slips Emily’s panties to the side to slide a finger through her, and her eyes bulge when she finds that Emily’s not just wet, but absolutely soaked. “Wow, Em. You’re so wet. Is this all for me?”
“Yes,” Emily whimpers, arches off the bed when JJ teases at her entrance. “All for you. This is all for you.”
“Do you want me to fuck you? Make you come until you’re crying and begging for me to stop?” JJ murmurs into Emily’s ear, grinning at the whine it produces. “Use your words, princess.”
“Yes.” Emily bucks against her hand, whimpering again when JJ moves her hand away. ”Please.”
“That’s a good girl,” JJ praises.
JJ’s not really able to think logically — not with Emily writhing and whining beneath her — so she tucks her fingers into the waistband of Emily’s panties, yanks until they snap off. Emily opens her mouth to protest, but JJ doesn’t give her the chance, immediately pressing two fingers into her. Emily can only moan, her words forgotten as her back bows off the bed.
“That’s it.” JJ’s voice is low and raspy as she fucks Emily with sure, confident strokes. “You like that, don’t you?”
Emily mewls in response, hips bucking up towards JJ’s hand. JJ slips another finger into her, and Emily moans, long and low, fingers clenching in the bedsheets.
”Fuck, Emily,” JJ growls, picks up the speed of her thrusts until Emily is thrashing against the bed. “You’re so fucking hot.”
JJ leans forward, lapping a nipple into her mouth as she continues to work Emily with her fingers. JJ knows it’s not enough, her fingers just evading where Emily needs them the most.
“Please, please!” Emily whines, hot tears pricking the corner of her eyes.
“You’re so close, aren’t you?” JJ’s breath is hot against Emily’s skin. JJ bites at the curve of Emily’s breast as her thumb finally, finally comes down to circle her clit. “There you go.”
It only takes a few more strokes before Emily falls apart, keening. JJ continues moving, letting Emily ride through her orgasm. JJ doesn’t stop, though, when Emily’s body goes limp, her rhythm steady as she continues thrusting her fingers into Emily.
“Jay…“ Emily squirms, trying to close her legs to no avail.
“I’m not done with you yet, princess,” JJ growls, her voice low. “You’re going to come again for me.”
Emily whines, but her hips are already beginning to rise to meet JJ’s thrusts.
“That’s it,” JJ croons, admiring the flush that’s creeping up Emily’s chest. “Such a pretty little thing.”
Emily moans, hips bucking up into JJ’s hand, and it’s all so much that her eyes fall shut, her head arching back. Emily whines loudly when JJ stops moving, squirming futilely against the arm JJ has pressed over her hips to keep her still.
“Look at me,” JJ demands, waits for Emily’s eyes to snap open before she continues her movements. “I want to see you.”
JJ speeds up her thrusts, and Emily whimpers, her eyes closing for a second before she remembers to look at JJ. Her eyes are wide and desperate, her eyelashes fluttering as JJ pulls her fingers all the way out and slams them back in.
JJ presses her palm against Emily’s clit, releasing the grip she has on Emily’s hips so she can grind against her hand. Emily’s eyes roll into her head as JJ curls her fingers, long fingers finding the spot inside of her that never fails to make her come.
“There you go,” JJ coos, her voice sweet despite her harsh rhythm. ”Come for me.”
And Emily does, a sob ripping from the back of her throat as she falls apart. JJ whispers soft praises into Emily’s ear as she comes down, gathering Emily into her arms when she curls into her.
“Wow.” Emily tangles their legs together, nuzzling into JJ. “That was intense.”
“It wasn’t too much, was it?” JJ gently brushes a strand of hair away from Emily’s face, presses a soft kiss to her forehead.
“I would’ve stopped you if it was.” Emily beams up at her. “Shower with me?”
JJ laughs. “You really are insatiable, aren’t you?”
Emily grins cheekily. “Oh, you don’t even know half of it.”
Except Emily’s so exhausted that she almost falls asleep in the shower, leaning against JJ as she washes her.
“Come on,” JJ coaxes Emily out of the shower, helping her dry off.
JJ lets Emily climb into bed first, then turns off the lights and slips in after her, fitting her front against Emily’s back. She presses a kiss to Emily’s shoulder, feeling Emily shift closer to her.
“Goodnight, Jayje,” Emily mumbles, her lashes already drooping.
Emily’s breathing evens out, and before JJ knows it, she’s asleep, too.
i'm not rlly a slow burn kind of gal lol
The talk they have the next morning isn’t really what JJ expected. There’s no “we work together, this is wrong”, or “last night was a mistake”.
“I really like you, Jayje.” Emily’s still half asleep, but she leans up, kisses JJ on her chin.
JJ hugs Emily a little closer, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “I really like you too, Em”
“So are we girlfriends?” Emily blinks up at her with wide, hopeful eyes, and JJ’s heart swells because this step, this label, had seemed unachievable only hours ago, but here they are.
“Would you like that?” JJ asks carefully, brushing Emily’s bangs away from her eyes. “Even though there will be obstacles?”
Emily pauses, and JJ can practically see the gears working in her head as she thinks this through.
Finally, (miraculously), Emily nods. “Yeah, I really would like that.”
An overwhelming surge of affection floods into her, and JJ can’t help but kiss Emily, grinning against her lips. “Then I guess we are girlfriends.”
Cue a lot more smiling, and, although they’ll both deny it, a lot of gazing into each other’s eyes.
They do get out of bed at some point, but it’s only because Emily insists that they get ready early so they can steal some food off the wedding tables before they get transferred to the venue.
Emily claims the bedroom for herself, so JJ sets up camp in the bathroom. Not that she’s complaining — the bathroom alone is bigger than JJ’s bedroom back home.
JJ carefully takes her suit out of its garment bag, her hands gentle as she hangs it onto the back of the door. JJ frowns when she notices the lint on the slacks and she rummages through her travel bag for a lint roller. She doesn’t have one (a little bit of lint usually isn’t that important when they’re trying to catch a serial killer) so she goes to ask Emily for one.
“Emily! I’m coming out,” JJ calls, knocking on the door that connects the bathroom and the bedroom.
“Come in!” Emily replies.
“Hey, do you have —”
JJ stops short in the doorway, her jaw dropping low enough to brush the ground.
“Like what you see?” Emily smirks, and JJ has to take a moment so that she can regain control over her breathing.
Emily’s wearing a dress. It’s not one of those conservative work dresses with a high collar and three-quarter sleeves. Instead, it’s tight and sleeveless and shimmers when Emily moves. And paired with the fuck-me stilettos, JJ never really stood a chance.
“Holy shit,” JJ manages to say very eloquently once she’s able to pick her jaw up off the ground.
“Do you like it?” Emily does a little twirl for her, and JJ’s eyes widen when she notices the slit that climbs all the way up her leg.
“Yeah.” JJ’s mouth is suddenly too dry, and she licks her lips, swallows. “It’s really pretty. You look really pretty.”
Emily smiles, brushing out non-existent wrinkles in her dress. “Thanks. I thought you’d like it.” Emily blinks at her. “Is that what you’re wearing?”
JJ glances down at her neon pink sweats and laughs. “I wish. This would be much more comfortable. I actually came in here to ask if you have a lint roller.”
“Oh, yeah.” Emily fishes through a drawer until she finds one. “Here.”
“Thanks.” JJ smiles brightly, calling over her shoulder as she heads back into the bathroom, “I’m almost done.”
JJ dresses meticulously, careful not to wrinkle the silky material of her suit. JJ turns to admire herself in the mirror, straightening the edge of her blazer. The suit had been the right move -- she looks good, and she knows it.
Still, JJ can feel the nerves creep up inside of her as she moves to open the door. Emily had been completely supportive when JJ let slip that she wanted to wear a suit, and it’s not like Emily’s particularly traditional, and it’s not like Emily doesn’t wear suits to work every day, and --
JJ takes a deep breath.
Emily’s turned away from her when she enters the room, sorting through piles of jewelry, but when she catches sight of her in the mirror, she immediately whirls around, her eyes wide.
“Wow, Jayje,” Emily breathes out, her eyes raking up and down her body. JJ’s pleased to see that Emily looks equally as starstruck as she felt when she’d first seen Emily’s dress. “You look so handsome.”
JJ flushes, unable to help herself at Emily’s comment. “Really?”
“Really,” Emily says.
JJ hopes she’s not blushing as hard as she thinks she is as she hands Emily her tie. “Can you help me with this?”
“Of course.” Emily’s hands are gentle as she delicately winds the tie around her neck and carefully tightens the knot until it’s snug around her throat. “Is it uncomfortable?”
“No, it’s fine.” JJ turns to look in the mirror. “Thank you.”
They look good together, the two of them. They’ve somehow managed to match the colors perfectly, down to the very shade — the red of JJ’s suit matches perfectly with the red of Emily’s dress.
Fate, JJ thinks blurrily as Emily leans forward to kiss her on the cheek. Her lipstick leaves a mark. It must be fate.
By the time they start driving, the lipstick mark on JJ’s cheek is gone, along with Emily’s smile.
“You okay?” JJ asks.
They’re almost halfway to the venue, some fancy hotel with a name that’s way too hard to pronounce, and Emily’s been unusually quiet, barely even singing along to Taylor Swift when she comes up on the radio.
“I’m fine,” Emily answers instinctively. JJ stays silent, and it only takes a few seconds before Emily whispers, “I’m nervous.”
The words are so quiet that JJ wouldn’t have heard them if she hadn’t been listening for them.
“What for?” JJ prompts softly, even though she thinks she has a pretty good idea of what Emily’s answer will be.
“Everything,” Emily’s fidgeting with the leather strap of her handbag, “what my family will think about us.”
Ah. There it is.
“Having regrets already?” JJ teases, almost misses a turn when Emily bursts out, “No!”
Emily bites her lip. “I didn’t mean it like that.”
“Hey, I didn’t think you did.” JJ frowns, reaches for Emily’s hand and tangles their fingers together. Thank goodness she’s mastered the art of driving with one hand. “It’s going to be okay. We’ve already survived your mother, haven’t we?”
“Barely,” Emily says, but JJ continues, electing to ignore her.
“And It’s only for one night. What can they really do?”
Emily snorts. “Kill me. Or even worse, force me onto the Bachelorette.”
JJ snickers. She can already imagine Emily glaring at the suitors until they quit out of pure fear. “I’d pay money to watch that.”
Emily scowls. “Whose side are you on?”
“Right, sorry.” JJ smothers her laugh with her hand. “I'll be right here, okay?”
Emily nods, still looking unconvinced, but she squeezes JJ’s hand. She doesn’t let go for the remainder of the drive.
They arrive at the ceremony late — the bride and groom are in the middle of their vows — but, besides the glare that Elizabeth shoots them from across the aisle, they manage to slip into their seats without notice.
The ceremony goes as smoothly as it can. They both say “I do”, there are no last-minute objections, and definitely no run-away-at-the-altars, so JJ deems it to be a success.
The guests are standing now, and JJ finds herself herded towards the hotel for the reception, and it’s with oncoming panic that she realizes they’ll have to actually talk to people.
Elizabeth, of course (JJ briefly wonders if she has a tracker on them or something), is the first one to find them. “Emily! I have—“
She cuts off when her eyes fall onto JJ, and the nerves of this entire evening are worth the expression on Elizabeth’s face. Her mouth opens and closes a few times before she squeezes out through gritted teeth, “What on earth are you wearing?”
Emily gives her arm a reassuring squeeze as if to calm her, but it’s not really anger she’s feeling. It’s more like… satisfaction. And amusement, because Elizabeth looks utterly and completely floored.
“A suit,” JJ says, consequences be damned as she stares Elizabeth down.
“A suit,” Elizabeth all but sneers. “That is appalling, and might I add, repulsive.”
Emily opens her mouth to protest, but before she can do so, someone else beats her to it.
“Leave the poor woman alone, mother.”
JJ turns, eyes widening a little when she catches sight of the groom. Emily’s brother. Up close, the resemblance to Emily is uncanny — the mischievous spark in his eye is all too familiar.
“Eli!” JJ watches with surprise as Emily throws herself into his arms. JJ’s only seen Emily this comfortable with a select handful of people. “Congratulations!”
“Thank you.” Eli smiles, releasing Emily. “You’ve never met Claudia, have you?”
The bride steps forward then, beaming.
“You must be Emily!” Claudia holds out a hand. She’s the type that lights up the whole room with a smile, and JJ immediately finds herself immediately taking a liking to her. “It’s so good to finally meet you!”
“You, too.” Emily smiles politely, shakes her hand. “About time my brother found a full-time babysitter.”
Claudia laughs, turns to Eli with a grin. “I like this one.”
Eli glares playfully at her before he turns back to them, his eyes landing on JJ. “I saved you from the wolves, and I haven’t even asked you your name.”
“Jennifer,” JJ says, “but I go by JJ.”
“JJ.” Eli nods a little, his eyes moving between the two of them thoughtfully. Then, “Girlfriend?”
JJ expects Emily to freeze up next to her, deny it, but instead, Emily just pulls her closer. “Girlfriend,” Emily confirms, and JJ grins because this is real, and she isn’t in a dream.
“I knew it.” Eli smiles, then narrows his eyes. “Doesn’t really seem like your type.”
Emily smacks him on the shoulder, and Eli smirks, opens his mouth to say something, but an older couple behind them taps his shoulder.
Eli smiles apologetically. “Glad you two could make it. Talk to you later?”
Emily nods, and Eli presses a quick kiss to Emily’s forehead before turning to the couple.
“Shall we?” Emily squeezes her hand, and they wander further into the party, expertly stepping around Elizabeth’s general vicinity.
Emily’s reaching for a mini pretzel when her eyes lock on something, and she freezes, turns to JJ with a panicked look. “Shit.”
JJ frowns. “What?”
“I’ll explain later. Let’s—”
A voice booms behind them.
Emily’s eyes close for a second, before she turns on her heel very reluctantly, her voice flat when she says, “Oliver.”
The ex, JJ remembers Emily mentioning at some point or another. JJ can’t really remember why Emily said they had broken up, but she remembers that there had been a good reason.
“Em!” JJ wants to gag. ‘Em’ is reserved for her and only her. Not Oliver (who, JJ notes with distaste, is annoyingly handsome with his green eyes and charming smile). “I thought it was you!”
“Emily,’ she corrects through gritted teeth, and JJ has to turn away to hide her smirk.
Oliver doesn’t seem to notice the hostility in Emily’s voice, and he continues with a grin, “You look great!”
JJ adds ‘dumb’ onto her mental list of Oliver characteristics, along with ‘stupid’ and ‘ugly’.
“Thanks,” Emily says shortly, eyes narrowed.
“Did you want to get a drink or something?” Oliver smirks, eyes Emily up and down (sleazy, JJ adds). “Long time no see, if you know what I mean.” He winks, and JJ wants to slap him because he’s so obvious and utterly unapologetic about being such a seedy douchebag.
“No, Oliver.” JJ’s so busy seething that she doesn’t notice Emily’s arm is sneaking around her hips until she’s suddenly pulled right up against Emily. Not that she’s complaining. “This is my girlfriend, Jennifer.”
JJ smiles despite the situation. The words sound better than she could’ve imagined coming from Emily’s mouth, and even better when spoken to a pretentious asshole.
Emily’s words, however, seem to have the opposite effect than intended when Oliver scoffs. “Girlfriend? You can’t seriously expect me to believe that.”
“I do.” Emily stands her guard, glares at him with contempt in her eyes.
Oliver curls his lip, eying JJ, then her outfit, with disgust. “Yeah? Well, I bet she can’t fuck you as well as I did.”
JJ grits her teeth, this close to knocking his teeth out, but Emily reaches for her hand, grounding her. Emily doesn’t even dignify Oliver with words before she’s pulling JJ away.
“I can’t believe him,” JJ hisses, snatching a champagne flute from a server's plate and downing it in one go. She splutters a little, forgetting that champagne is, in fact, carbonated. “What an asshole!”
“I know.” Emily rolls her eyes. “I can’t believe I dated him.”
“I bet I can fuck you better than he could ever even dream of,” JJ says, glaring at Oliver’s back.
Emily raises an eyebrow. “That’s what you’re all hung up on?”
JJ watches as Oliver moves to the bar, and an idea pops into her head. There’s a gleam in her eyes when she turns back to Emily “You want to piss off your mother, don’t you?”
And that’s how they wind up in the bathroom, the door locked behind them. JJ pulls Emily further into the bathroom until they're standing in front of the mirror.
“Jayje?” Emily locks eyes with her in the reflection, watching as JJ molds herself against her back.
“You know, that Oliver was really pissing me off.”
JJ’s hand travels down the smooth silk of Emily’s dress. JJ slides her hand up under the dress, grateful for the slit in the skirt.
“Is this okay?” JJ whispers softly against Emily’s ear, her hand pausing in its movements.
“Yes.” Emily turns her head to kiss JJ, smiling against her lips when JJ moans softly. “I want this.”
“Good. If you want to stop, tell me.”
“I will, I will,” Emily whines impatiently, trying to force JJ’s hand higher by moving her hips. “Will you get on with it?”
JJ rolls her eyes, but she concedes, moving her hand up between Emily’s legs. JJ rubs her through her panties, feeling Emily buck against the muted touch.
Emily’s wet already, and JJ can feel it, even through the material of her panties. “I’ve barely touched you, and you’re soaked.”
Emily whimpers a little, her head falling back onto JJ’s shoulder. JJ’s careful not to apply any pressure, her touch feather-light, and it only takes a few seconds before Emily’s squirming against her.
“So needy,” JJ murmurs, pulling away and ignoring the whine Emily lets out. “Lean against the counter.”
Emily obeys quickly, planting her hands on the edge of the sink. It registers for the first time since they’ve come in here that there’s a mirror in front of them, and Emily immediately looks away in embarrassment at the sight of her flushed cheeks, her rucked-up dress.
JJ doesn’t say anything, leans forward and slips her hand back under Emily’s dress. JJ nudges Emily’s panties to the side so she can slide a finger through her slick folds.
“You like this, don’t you?” JJ taunts, slips a finger into Emily. “You like knowing that anyone could walk in and see you completely at my mercy.”
Emily bites her lip, and, even though she would never admit it out loud, the danger does get her off. Something must show on her face because JJ chuckles darkly into her ear, slides another finger into her, and Emily moans loudly, momentarily forgetting where they are.
When JJ hears this, she pulls back, ignoring Emily’s whine of protest.
“We can’t have you being so loud, can we?”
It’s not that JJ doesn’t want Emily to be loud. In fact, if she had it her way, Emily would be screaming her name so that Oliver and Elizabeth and everyone outside would know that Emily is hers.
But she knows better than to do that.
Instead, she eases off Emily’s panties, balls them up in her hand.
“Open.” JJ taps at Emily’s jaw, slips her panties into her mouth when her lips part. “There we go.”
Emily whimpers at the taste of herself, and JJ moves back to her position, her fingers picking up a harsh rhythm until Emily is trembling against her.
“Look at yourself.” Emily’s head jerks up, catching sight of the way JJ’s fucking her, and she moans, fingers tightening around the edge of the sink. She can see JJ smirking in the reflection, and it only makes her legs weaker. “My pretty princess.”
JJ admires the flush that’s climbing up Emily’s chest, the desperation in her wide eyes.
“Do you like it when I talk to you like that? Call you my good girl?” JJ curls her fingers just right, and it makes Emily gasp, squirm in JJ’s grip. “Or do you like it better when I call you my filthy little slut?”
Emily's mewl is muffled as her hips jerk involuntarily, and JJ grins against her neck.
“Who knew,” JJ breathes into her ear. “The Almighty Emily Prentiss likes being talked down to.”
Emily whines around the gag, her head dropping forward, but JJ roughly grips her chin, forcing her head back up. Emily moans, eyes locking with JJ’s through the mirror.
“Look at yourself.” Emily flutters around JJ’s fingers, and she’s whimpering with each thrust. “Are you going to come all over my hand like the pretty little whore you are?”
And Emily shatters.
Emily’s loud enough that, even through the silk of her panties, JJ’s sure that everyone outside knows what’s going on right now, and JJ can’t help but grin at the thought.
“There you go,” JJ whispers softly, rubbing circles against the small of Emily’s back. She gently tugs Emily’s panties out of her mouth and tucks them into the pocket of her suit. “You did so well.”
Emily pushes herself up from where she’s leaning against JJ, turning in her arms so that her back is against the sink.
“Can I take care of you, now?” Emily asks, eyes wide and wanting. Her voice is quivering slightly, and it makes JJ want to shove her between her legs.
It takes every ounce of JJ’s willpower to pull away.
“Why don’t we get out of here, first?” JJ gently guides Emily’s hand away from where it’s come to rest on her breast. “I think we’ve given everyone enough of a show.”
Emily nods, blushing. JJ watches as Emily adjusts her dress, combs her fingers through her hair, but even so, the wrinkles in her dress are not going away, and her mussed hair is more than telling.
“Ready?” JJ holds out a hand, waiting for Emily’s nod before she pushes open the door.
JJ had been right -- people had most definitely heard what was going on, and conversations hush and eyes swivel towards them as they move across the ballroom.
JJ catches sight of Oliver next to the dessert line, shock clear on his face, and JJ can’t help but wink at him as they walk past. They’ve almost cleared the exit when Emily’s hand tightens around her own, her eyes glued to the corner of the room, and JJ follows her gaze, her eyes landing on a very specific brunette.
Elizabeth looks absolutely furious. The anger of seeing JJ in a suit was nothing compared to what it is now. Elizabeth’s mouth is wide open, but before she can say anything, JJ just pulls Emily away.
They’ll burn that bridge when they get there.
“The file should be in the storage room,” Hotch says, not looking up from the paperwork he’s working on. “Can you go grab it, Morgan?”
Morgan stands, walks to the storage room. He doesn’t bother listening for anyone inside before he pushes the door open.
“Shit,” Emily gasps, pushing JJ away from between her legs and covering herself with her arms. “Morgan!”
“Oh, my god! My eyes!” he yells, but he doesn’t make any move to look away. Instead, he eyes them with a smirk, grinning as JJ shoves him out of the room.
“Get out!” JJ slams the door in his face.
“Well, I guess they know, now,” JJ sighs, stretching her legs. “Maybe he won’t tell anyone?”
Emily rolls her eyes, hopping off the table. “Have you met the man? The whole office probably knows by now.”
JJ grimaces. “I’m surprised we lasted that long. We work with literal profilers. Three months and they didn’t suspect a thing.”
Emily laughs at that, buttoning her blouse. “How do I look?”
“Well fucked.” JJ smirks, slapping Emily’s ass as she turns to open the door. “Time to face the music.”
and that's a wrap! hope yall liked this!