champagne problems x jemily/hotchniss

forty-nine

i'm meh about this chapter. I wrote it during my meeting since i didn't have to have my camera on so yeah. not terrible (well that's debatable) but not my proudest work either 🙃

happy readings and stay safe besties! -salem🤍

TW: NSFW mentions, minimal swearing
word count: 3206

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Rossi: "If I had a flower for every time I thought of you...I could walk through my garden forever." Alfred Tennyson.

JJ walked into the bullpen, practically limping. She and Emily had just returned from their three-day vacation stay in Colorado. And let's just say, JJ was sore, well, everywhere. She practically screamed when she sat down on her seat in the car this morning to drive to work.

In the three days that they were there, they had practically no sleep. Unless you count the hour naps between each round, then maybe about sixteen hours in total between the both of them.

Derek took one look at JJ as she limped her way into the bullpen. He bursted out laughing. "What happened with you?"

JJ turned and looked back at Derek.

"Emily."

JJ threw her head back as she panted. The two women were soaked with sweat as they hadn't given the other a break in an hour or probably more. Emily smirked as she leaned forward and kissed right up the woman's neck. It felt like their room was a million decrease compared to the below-freezing weather outside.

JJ's eyes rolled to the back of her head as Emily's hands went to her hips, guiding her to move up and down on the dildo that was already deep inside of her. Emily flipped them around and landed herself on top of her. The raven-haired woman's hips were already moving slightly as JJ's nails dug into Emily's back. Emily didn't even wait as she quickened her pace. She was towering over JJ as she placed a hand over her mouth when one rather large moan left her mouth.

"Shh, princess, you have to be quiet," Emily said as JJ's back arched. The blonde woman was trying so hard to keep her moans at a minimum, but when Emily simply pressed one of the bullet vibrators against her clit, being silent was the last thing on JJ's mind. Emily hissed as she felt JJ's nails dig right above her tattoo. The raven-haired woman smiled cynically as she looked down at JJ.

"JJ."

"JJ?" Derek asked and waved a hand in front of her face. The woman snapped out of her daydream and just chuckled as she grabbed a mug.

"I hit my ass while snow tubing," JJ said and shrugged her shoulders as she poured herself some coffee.

"Snow tubing?" Derek repeated as his eyebrows raised.

"Yeah, I have a bruise on my ass to prove it, but I don't think you want to fight my scary girlfriend to see it," JJ said and chuckled as Derek put his hands up. A bruise of a handprint, to be exact but, Derek didn't need to know that. "I'll be in my office wallowing in pain if you need me."

Derek just chuckled as JJ tried to walk off as fast as she could to avoid that conversation.

Emily walked in a few minutes later. She looked a lot better than JJ. Mainly because Emily was proving a point the entire three days they were there. The fact is that she could have her girlfriend limp beyond repair after she was done with her. And, hey, it worked.

"Well, good morning," Derek said and chuckled as Emily sighed in relief as she sat down at her desk. "What happened with you? Did you hit your ass while snow tubing too?"

"Snow tubing?" Emily asked and furrowed her eyebrows. Derek did the same and pointed towards the bullpen doors.

"Yeah, that's what—she didn't hurt herself that way did she?" Derek asked as Emily wore a smug grin. The woman ran her tongue over the bottom half of her mouth and shook her head.