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.