Teaching jj

Chapter 32

This was the first time Emily had ever done anything like this - the first time she'd ever had someone rapidly using two fingers to fluidly pinch the sides of her clit while using their own body to press her tip inside of their hot wetness - and the sensation was indescribable. She wanted it to last forever.

When JJ murmured, "look down," however, any attempt to delay her orgasm immediately went out the window. The sight of her practically fucking JJ while JJ slid her fingers up and down her clit prompted an instant, almost violent orgasm that left Emily pushing her pelvis hard against JJ's, only to feel JJ coming again, coming with her, both of their bodies shuddering and trembling as they were wracked by orgasm upon orgasm. It was like time had stopped and there was nothing else in the entire world except the exquisitely-pleasurable sensations flowing through them. Emily was still riding out her last orgasm when JJ abruptly removed her hand and struggled beneath Emily to scoot her body upward on the bed, crying out, "Oh, god, it's too much, too much!"

Emily rolled off of JJ, her head hitting the soft pillow as she waited for the ringing in her ears to subside and the fuzzy, dizzying images of the bedroom to come into focus. They were both panting like dehydrated greyhounds after a race, completely immobilized on each side of the bed.

Once Emily felt capable of speech again, she asked incredulously, "You learned that from the 101 section of a book?"

"Well, I might have peeked at the 'Advanced' part, too," JJ replied teasingly.

"Still," Emily marveled, "it's like you're some kind of natural -"

She paused. 'Natural lesbian' was what she'd been about to say, but she didn't want to risk poisoning this moment of intimate connection between them by scaring JJ away with meaningless terminology.

"Natural what?" JJ wanted to know, turning toward Emily and bending her arm to rest her head against her hand.

"Natural magician," Emily finished lamely. It was the first word she could think of that didn't carry some sort of stigma for a so-called 'straight' woman.

"Maybe I've just had a really good teacher," JJ giggled, still high on her post-orgasmic bliss.

"Well, you definitely just earned a lifetime of extra credit," Emily breathed out, raising her head to kiss JJ's soft lips.

Deep down, Emily knew she should have called JJ 'Alexandra' to remind her that, even in their most private moments, they still had to remain true to their undercover personas, but she just couldn't bring herself to do it. Because despite all of their dirty talk about 'fucking' during the act itself, she also knew that they - that she, Emily Prentiss, and her partner, Jennifer Jareau - had been making love. That this was the most intimate love-making she'd ever experienced before and that JJ must have felt the same way. To destroy that now with questions about whether it had been 'real' or not would have been wrong ... Wouldn't it?

Despite that nagging little voice inside of her, astutely observing: wrong for who, Emily? Wrong for this case, wrong for JJ ... or wrong for you and your own selfish purposes? Emily quickly banished those thoughts from her mind and urged, "Let me hold you, baby. I just need to feel close to you right now."

JJ smiled gratefully, like Emily had just uttered the very thing she'd wanted herself but had been afraid to ask for, and moved seamlessly into Emily's open arms, the gallop of their amphetamine-like heartbeats beating as one, the sticky residue on their intertwined legs combining, and their lips meeting again and again in loving, tender kisses.

And even though Emily knew she was disobeying Hotch's orders for them to familiarize themselves with the town immediately upon arrival, she merely stroked JJ's arm while watching her eyelids grow heavy, nodding when JJ yawned, "I'm going to take a short nap."

"I'll be here when you wake up," Emily promised, kissing her forehead.

"I'll always, always be here when you wake up."