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Jennifer Jareau moves her mouse pointer across the screen, eyes precariously following its movement as she submits her final reports of the day.
She glances up when she hears keys jingling, a finger firmly tapping on her desk. She gives a parting smile to the culprit.
“Heading out?”
Tara blows out a breath. “As quick as I can. You’re not far behind, I hope?”
“No,” JJ drags out, briefly glancing back at her computer, finishing her submissions before clicking on the FBI log out portal. Her fingers move at lightning speed against the keys, shoulders sagging when the screen flashes with confirmation of her clock out time.
Tara smirks. “Took you long enough,” she quips, still standing.
Waiting.
JJ wants to stop herself, but can’t help herself, and spares a glance at the closed door with the gold plaque “Emily Prentiss: BAU Unit Chief” engraved on it.
Everyone else had slowly trickled out around an hour ago: Garcia, then Luke when he had concluded enough time had past since tech analysis left that it wouldn’t be suspicious if he went too (they’re Not subtle), with Tyler scampering off not much later.
Tara and JJ were the only ones left in the bullpen until this point.
The unit chief’s door had been shut for nearly the entire day, only open briefly in the morning as people filed in and fresh coffee was brewed.
First one in, last one out, JJ thought, half with exasperated, half with adoration.
In all honesty, the blonde had been slow to finish her reports, hoping that, once the coast cleared, she could perhaps coax Emily to come home.
(It didn’t take much. A simple bat of her lashes and slight pout of her lip, and Emily’s a goner.)
“Oh,” Tara drawls out, nodding slowly up at Emily’s door. Her smirk widens when she turns back to the blonde.
“What?” JJ asks in an innocent tone that all but gives her away. She knows she’s all been caught when she dared even glance in the cat walk’s general direction.
So much for subtlety.
Tara laughs, shaking her head in exasperation. “Nothing, JJ. Unless you have something to share with the class?” she teases.
JJ leans back in her chair, holding her palms up. “Nothing to say.”
Tara rolls her eyes with a small snort. “I don’t know which one out of the four of you will admit anything first, but you should know Bec is definitely betting on you. Just saying.”
JJ doesn’t rise to taks the bait, though tempted. She adores Tara’s wife.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Tara gives her one of those looks, opens her mouth to say something and—
“Tara!”
Both women’s heads turn to the door of the bullpen, where Rebecca Lewis stands expectantly.
JJ hisses through her teeth. “Ooh, saved by Bec.”
Tara rolls her eyes again, heading towards her wife. “Yeah, okay, my wife saved your ass this time. Next time, I’ll get to the bottom of what’s going on between you and Prentiss.”
“Emily.”
Tara turns on her heel, jaw dropping in shock, while Rebecca guffaws from the doorway.
“I told you so!” Rebecca sing-songs victoriously as she intercepts her wife. “Pay up!”
“I did not need to know that,” Tara weakly protests with a groan, bending down to press a kiss to the top of Rebecca’s head.
“Appreciated, but definitely not what you owe me,” Rebecca reminds smugly, securing an arm around a groaning Tara’s waist.
“Yeah, yeah,” Tara grumbles, but she has a grin on her face that makes it difficult to take seriously. She lifts a hand back towards the bullpen. “See ya, JJ! Thanks for TMI!”
“Bye, JJ!” Rebecca chirps. “Have a good evening!”
“You asked,” JJ defends with a light laugh, waving after the two. “Good night, you two!”
She waits until the two are on the elevator, and still, waits until the lights indicate they are going down before she finally pries herself away from her desk.
She scoops up her leather jacket with two fingers and slings it over her left shoulder as she swivels and stands from her chair, flicking the desk lamp off before making her way up the small catwalk to the upper offices.
She briefly glances at the large window for Emily’s office, trying to peak through the blinds to see anything.
The blinds are completely flipped closed. No light seeps through the cracks, not even the obnoxious blue of a computer screen.
Gait slowing and expression softening, JJ moves more cautiously towards the door.
Gently, slowly, the turns the handle to the office, knowing knocking at the current moment would definitely not be appreciated nor welcomed.
The blonde pokes her head into the small crack, eyes flitting first to the desk and finding it devoid of a certain gray haired unit chief.
A sound, a small, choked noise of protest sounds to JJ’s left, from the space right behind the door that’s hidden whenever it’s opened.
JJ lifts on her toes and cranes her neck further into the office towards the noise, a concerned frown immediately forming on her face at the sight. “Oh, Em.”
Laying flat on her back on the small ottoman against the front wall, head tilted up towards the ceiling, palms pressed firmly against her eye sockets, is Emily.
She makes another sound, more a whine than anything.
JJ quickly shuffles into the room, soundlessly shutting the door behind her and falling to her knees onto the hard ground. Her jeans immediately soak up a puddle of water dripping from a melted ice pack placed just so underneath Emily’s neck.
JJ reaches out tentatively, brushing silver locks carefully from Emily’s sweat slicked forehead, trying to offer some bit of comfort.
Emily grunts softly, a soft sigh falling from her mouth at the gesture.
Neither one of them says anything for a moment, JJ keeping with her mindless ministrations as her fingers fall to cart through the older woman’s hair.
Emily finally grunts once more, reaching out an arm for the blonde. She fumbles and grabs a fistful of the other woman’s shirt, tugging the fabric in a single upward motion.
It takes JJ a moment to understand what’s being asked of her, but soon has found a perch on the ottoman on the side not soaked through with melted ice. Emily crawls over, curling into the blonde’s body with a soft, tired sigh.
JJ wraps an arm around the older woman, pressing a lingering kiss to her forehead. “You wanna go?”
Emily grunts in dismissal, turning her face towards the hollow of JJ’s throat. “Don’t want to move unless I have to.”
JJ suppresses a smile; Emily definitely did not need to move and curl into her lap like a small kitten, either, but doesn’t say.
Emily’s migraine is clearly a bad one, and though JJ usually likes to get a quip or two in, she’s not going to when the older woman is in so much pain.
She moves her arms around Emily’s waist, thumb circling at the other woman’s hip. “You try everything?”
There’s a pause before Emily lets out a humorless huff.
“I’ve had enough caffeine to kill a horse,” she starts dryly. “The ice didn’t do anything but make a mess, and my prescription won’t be ready for at least another hour.”
“Ah,” JJ grimaces.
Emily exhales, defeated. “Yeah.”
“Do you want to go home?” the blonde asks again, shifting her head to look down at the older woman. “I can drive.”
Emily doesn’t respond for a long moment, just breathing steadily against JJ’s chest.
Finally, she swallows.
“Can we stay here until my prescription is ready?”
Her voice is so small and vulnerable, JJ can’t help but to give in immediately. They would be alone tonight, after all. There’s no need to rush.
“Okay,” she whispers back, nuzzling the side of the older woman’s head with her nose.
She shuffles, shifting her body until she’s resting against the wall and arm of the ottoman. One of her legs is pressed to the back, the other dangling with her foot flat on the ground. Emily is guided to rest in the middle of her legs, curled up against her chest and arms thrown securely around JJ’s waist.
They sit there as a silence once again falls between them.
JJ would call it comfortable, if it weren’t for the small noises of pain that escape from Emily’s mouth with every other exhale.
The blonde grimaces, rubbing the small of the older woman’s back, wanting nothing more than to take her pain away.
She goes over every migraine relief known to her in her head, willing one that Emily hasn’t tried to come to her.
Her mind drifts to a conversation she remembers from years back.
They were just coming back from a case, though JJ definitely doesn’t remember from where.
Though, she does remember the terrible migraine attack Luke was experiencing, and the discussion that followed of everyone’s remedies.
“Coffee,” Rossi had offered. “Lots, and lots of coffee.”
“The usual things,” Matt started. “Dark room, ice, compress. Kristi also swears by magnesium or raw ginger.”
“Me, personally? I cry,” Tara snorted.
“Alcohol,” Emily piped up. “If you drink enough, the inevitable hangover will cancel out the migraine.
“Research says one of the best remedies for a migraine is an orgasm,” Spencer said, in that matter of fact way he often speaks.
JJ’s nose crinkles slightly; Spencer, more or less her baby brother, is one of the last people on the planet she wants to think about surrounding the topic of sex and orgasms.
However, she distinctly remembers the near twenty minute one-sided conversation Spencer had with the horrified-yet-fascinated team as he listed study after study that backed the out-of-left-field solution he had so casually brought up.
“Look, Reid, if you wanted to join the mile high club, all you had to do was ask,” Luke managed to joke once too much silence had passed after the genius had stopped speaking. “Anyone have an Advil?”
If what Spencer said is true, and JJ knows with certainty it most likely, 100% is…
JJ softly clears her throat, cutting through the silence. “Are you sure you’ve tried everything?”
Emily puffs out a breath, her voice muffled against JJ’s chest, “ ‘m not crying and eating raw ginger root.”
JJ breathes out in amusement. “No, no, I wasn’t suggesting you should…” She trails off, looking up towards the ceiling as a blush blooms across her cheeks. “Not that.”
Emily goes still in her arms before she slowly rolls over on top of her.
For the first time since JJ came in, Emily’s eyes open to peer up at the blonde with bleary eyes.
The blush on JJ’s cheeks darken, staining the tip of her nose at the scrutinizing expression on the older woman’s face.
“You just want to have sex in my office,” Emily finally accuses, the ghost of a smirk curling at the corner of her mouth.
JJ’s mouth falls open, a bit offended. “You want to have sex in your office! You say so all the time!”
“You brought it up!” Emily starts to laugh, then winces and whines, pressing her palm firmly against her head, just above her eyebrow. “Ow, laughing is a bad idea,” she hisses.
“Emily,” JJ sighs with affectionate exasperation, bringing a hand up to massage at the older woman’s temple. “Listen, forget it. We can just sit here and wait until we can go pick up your prescription.”
Emily rests her chin between JJ’s breasts, slowly opening her eyes to look up at the blonde. “You think sex even works? It’s great, but the only thing I’m convinced will cure me is a lobotomy.”
“Or Nurtec,” JJ snorts, cupping Emily’s face. Her thumb curls along the older woman’s cheek, her jaw, thoughtfully.
“I’m not sure,” she admits after a moment. “There’s plenty of studies that say it does.”
Emily’s eyes darken slightly.
JJ bites her lip to stifle a laugh, her shoulders shaking with amusement. “Really?”
“Facts sound so much better coming from you.”
Her thumb taps against Emily’s lips. “You’re incredibly biased,” she whispers, before leaning in.
They kiss softly, their lips brushing carefully against each other’s without pushing for more.
When they part, Emily exhales lightly. “I do want to have sex in the office,” she finally says breathily.
JJ’s eyes twinkle. “Yeah? So you’ve said before.” Her voice drops an octave. “How long have you wanted to?”
“Since I was assigned,” the older woman admits, breath hitching. “Maybe a bit before.”
Despite them being the only two beings in the entire bullpen, quite possibly the only floor, they speak in near whispers.
JJ hums, her fingers trailing down behind Emily’s neck, tracing the nape of her neck with her fingertips. “Before?”
Emily shivers against her. “Something about this office, I guess,” she murmurs vaguely.
“Yeah,” the blonde agrees.
A pause.
“What do you think about?”
The air in the office shifts, thick and palpable. Dark chocolate brown eyes bore into ocean blue that is quickly being overtaken by a dark pupil.
JJ’s fingers freeze at the top of Emily’s spine, resting, waiting. She doesn’t try and push.
Emily’s the one hurting. Emily’s the one that gets to decide how this goes.
If it goes.
“You,” Emily admits easily, shivering slightly. “It’s always been you. Even the first time.”
And, oh, JJ doesn’t expect the reaction she has to this information. The words hit her deep in the gut, burning like an inferno that blazes out of control within seconds.
“Yeah?” JJ breathes. “What about me?”
Emily’s throat bobs as she swallows, her breath coming out a bit quicker, cheeks slightly flushed. “At first, it was just little things,” she starts quietly. “Wanting to tease you throughout the day until you couldn’t hold yourself back and needed to drag me in here after Hotch left.”
JJ’s eyes darken at the mention of the timeline. Jesus.
“And now?” she encourages softly, picking up her ministrations and dancing her fingers up and down Emily’s spine. Her thumb sweeps under Emily’s sweater, smoothing across soft, warm skin. “Tell me about it.”
Emily shifts on top of the blonde, cheeks darkening slightly when JJ’s leg slots between her own. She sighs lightly, pressing down with a small groan. “There’s a lot of times I think of calling you up here and making you sit on my lap. I’d touch you and you’d have to be quiet because we’re not the only ones here.”
JJ smirks lightly. “I’d need to be quiet, huh?” She leans forward, rubbing Emily’s nose with her own. “You’re the one that’s loud, baby.”
Emily flushes with a scowl. “Sorry I’m enthusiastic while I’m being railed by my incredibly hot girlfriend.”
JJ laughs, nudging the older woman’s face gently so they can kiss, the gesture more firm and sure than the kisses before. Her fingers dance across Emily’s soft stomach, lifting her leg to press up further into her girlfriend.
JJ feels Emily’s surprised breath puff out against her lips, uses the moment to swipe her tongue into the older woman’s mouth and deepen the kiss. Her hand moves to Emily’s hip, encouraging her to move against her thigh.
Obediently, the silver haired woman obliges, whimpering on JJ’s tongue.
The blonde groans softly at the feeling of warmth, skin prickling with anticipation. “I wish I was packing today,” she admits breathily, pulling her mouth from Emily’s with a harsh smack. “A lot of what I think about doing to you in here is with her help.”
Emily’s movements quicken. “JJ…” she croaks, cheeks flushed, eyes hooded as she rocks down on the blonde’s thigh.
JJ gasps softly, meeting each of Emily’s increasingly frantic movements with her own. “I think a lot about bending you over your desk, or making you ride me while I sit on your chair,” She licks the space between Emily’s jaw and neck, bucking her knee firmly up against her girlfriend. “Fucking you on this tiny little couch.”
Emily mewls, eyes nearly black. “JJ…” she pants.
JJ groans again, using her leg to meet Emily’s rutting. “Pushing you up against that big window, holding my hand over your mouth as I drive into you so we don’t get caught.”
Emily moans out, loudly.
JJ slips a hand over the older woman’s mouth. “Shh, shh, baby,” she coos. “Stay quiet for me, okay? Prove to me we can do this during work.”
Emily’s eyes roll back, breath hot and moist against the blonde’s hand as she releases another mewl.
JJ chuckles lowly, breathlessly. “Told you that you were the loud one.”
The silver haired woman whines. “Please.”
JJ presses a kiss to Emily’s slightly sweaty forehead. “I know, Em,” she coos. She gently pries her leg from between the older woman’s, nearly whimpering herself from the loss of warmth. “Come on, baby, flip over for me.”
Emily whines again, but complies, slowly rotating herself in JJ’s arms until her back is facing the blonde. She tucks her head into the her girlfriend’s neck, shifting impatiently.
JJ grabs a hold of Emily’s thigh, the one facing the office and not the back of the couch, guiding it over one of her own and spreading her girlfriend wide open.
Emily tips her head up, searching.
JJ bends down, kissing the older woman soundly as her hands fumble with the zipper of Emily’s jeans. A shock travels down her spine at the noise the metal makes as it comes undone.
The blonde wastes no time sliding a hand down the front of her girlfriend’s pants and past the barrier of her underwear, partially because she doesn’t want to make either of them wait any longer, partially because the entire situation has her wired beyond belief.
They gasp into each other’s mouths as JJ makes contact with Emily, unsurprisingly finding her soaked. One of Emily’s hands come up to cup the back of the blonde’s neck, simply holding her there.
“God, you really want this,” JJ murmurs thickly, slowly stroking Emily’s wet folds with her middle and ring finger.
The older woman trembles in her hold, whimpering.
The blonde swipes her fingers on either side of the silver haired woman’s clit, nibbling at the top of Emily’s ear. “Next time we do this, I’ll pack,” she whispers. “No one else in the office will know but you. I’ll hide the rod up here in your desk, just to remind you what I’m wearing, what we’ll be doing.”
Emily pants into JJ’s neck, hips following each of the blonde’s meticulous movements.
“You’ll call me up, make any excuse to get me alone with you,” JJ breathes, slowly continuing to stroke either side of Emily’s clit. The small clicks she hears only encourage her further. “And I’ll come up, lock the door behind me, and you’ll be waiting. I wouldn’t even have to get you ready, would I? You’ll be dripping in your chair at the very thought of what we’ll do in here.”
“JJ…” Emily pants, whining.
“I’ll get my cock nice and ready for you,” JJ breathes, her fingers traveling lower. She dips her fingers lightly into Emily’s cunt, tsking at the grip, at the moan her girlfriend lets out, before pulling them free and continuing to pet her clit. “And your greedy pussy would be willing to take it all, huh?”
“Yes,” Emily trembles.
JJ hums, finally pushing the same two fingers she was teasing her girlfriend with deep into her warm cunt, sighing airily as she easily hilts them to her knuckles. Emily’s pussy flutters around her fingers, wetness gushing around the digits.
The blonde groans softly, curling her fingers just so, Emily crying out as a result.
JJ once again covers her girlfriend’s mouth with her free hand, slowly fucking into her. “I’d start so slow,” she murmurs into the older woman’s ear. Emily’s moans are muffled into her hand, and she laughs lightly. “And you’d still gush around my cock because you want more. You’re so greedy for it, Emily.”
“ ‘m greedy,” Emily slurs into her palm.
JJ’s hips move slightly to aid with each slow thrust of her long fingers, hitting the older woman’s gspot each and every single time. “I’ll fuck you just like this,” she promises, increasing the speed and intensity of her thrusts. “Right here on this couch, with you exposed, knowing full well anyone can walk in and see Section Chief Emily Prentiss getting her pussy stuffed with her subordinate’s cock, and loving every single minute of it,” she murmurs, emphasizing the last six words with a hard, twisting curl of her fingers.
“More,” Emily sobs softly, cheeks red and sweat slickened. Her fingers curl into the baby hairs at the back of JJ’s neck, tugging encouragingly.
JJ scissors her fingers in Emily’s cunt, before tucking in a third without much resistance. “Greedy,” she teases in a huff.
She adjusts her wrist before fucking into her girlfriend firmly. Her thumb comes up to circle the older woman’s clit. “It doesn’t matter if I fuck you with my cock or my fingers, you always want more.”
Emily’s cries are muffled in against JJ’s hand, her thighs quivering against her girlfriend’s. Her fingers go slack, her hand cupping the back of the blonde’s neck.
JJ swipes her thumb in quick, methodic circles around Emily’s clit, swiping the engorged muscle every time her fingers bury inside the older woman’s cunt. “You’d be a goner in no time flat with everyone else here, wouldn’t you?” She lowers her voice, her lips brushing the shell of Emily’s ear. “The thought of getting caught excites you.”
JJ doesn’t need Emily to vocalize it; her arousal is already sliding down the back of her hand, down her wrist. It does make her smug when Emily sobs out again against the hand covering her mouth, wet with sweat and saliva.
Emily clenches around her fingers at a particularly rough thrust, causing JJ to have to muffle her own groan in the older woman’s hair.
“That’s it, baby,” she coos, ensuring she repeats the same motion, curls her fingers just like that again and again until she knows Emily’s right there.
“Good girl, Em,” she murmurs, “Good job, you’re almost there,” she encourages.
Emily cries out against her hand, her full body shuddering as JJ fucks into her once—
She seizes briefly, gasping into the blonde’s palm as she falls apart, shivering as she clenches on JJ’s fingers like a vice. Her eyes squeeze shut tightly, and her face buries itself against the blonde’s neck with a soft cry as she comes.
JJ murmurs gentle praises into her ear, slowly strumming her clit through it with her thumb. Her hand is drenched and sticky with Emily’s arousal, and her fingers are slightly cramped but she could care less. She holds onto her girlfriend, still murmuring to her even as the muscles of her cunt loosen enough for her to slide her fingers free.
She pulls her hand from Emily’s pants, slowly moving her hand from the older woman’s mouth and planting kisses onto her sweat slicked face.
Her saliva moisened thumb tenderly brushes away a tear that squeezes out from the corner of Emily’s eyes, resting against the apple of her cheek.
JJ waits while Emily sits against her in her arms, her breathing starting to slow and regulate.
Emily lifts her head from the blonde’s neck, peering up at her with a small frown. The frown disappears, then appears again even deeper. Finally, she groans, her cheeks flaming red as she hides her face back in JJ’s neck.
Emily croaks, “That’s so stupid.”
JJ blinks, confused as to what Emily means.
It’s her turn to frown now, perplexed as her fingers dance along Emily’s face, encouraging her to explain further… when the unspoken conversation hits her.
Her eyes light up, and a heavy smirk curls her lips. Slowly, she lifts her hand, the one that had three fingers deep inside her girlfriend, forms a finger gun, and blows on the barrel like she just won a Wild West standoff.
Emily snorts, “Oh my God.”
“You said it worked,” JJ teases brightly.
“I didn’t say anything.”
JJ cups her face, “Didn’t have to,” she whispers, pressing a light kiss to Emily’s mouth. “You haven’t made a migraine noise in the past five minutes.”
“Mmhm,” Emily murmurs against her lips, holding onto the blonde’s wrist and attempting to deepen the kiss.
JJ laughs lightly, gently pushing on the older woman’s chest. “Come on. We need to pick up your prescription but I need to wash my hands.”
Emily snorts, grinning as the blonde wrangles her way free from under her and stands. “What? You don’t want to go to the pharmacy with your hands smelling like pussy?”
JJ rolls her eyes, offering both hands out to Emily to hoist her up. “Emily.”
The silver haired woman tilts her head, fingers crawling forward to entrap the blonde. “Can’t we just go home? I haven’t even gotten the chance to pay you back for curing my migraine.”
JJ chuckles, allowing herself to be pulled forward into Emily’s grasp. “Believe me, when we get home, I’m all yours, Prentiss.”
Emily leans in. “Promise?”
“Promise,” JJ confirms before leaning in. “But first, we’re picking up your prescription.”
Emily groans, defeated.