Hope for the Hopeless [Jemily]

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May 25, 2007
— Emily's POV
I woke up the next morning around 6:45 and preemptively shut my alarm off before it could blast my eardrum. A significant shift in the weight of my bed caught my attention, as I remembered falling asleep alone the night before. I leaned up on my elbow and looked to my side. Jennifer was curled up into a little ball right next to me, pressing her face against my side. At some point during the night she must've come in here from the guest room, unbeknownst to me. Obviously I didn't mind. I leaned back against the pillows of my headboard and watched her sleep, listening to her adorable soft snores. When her nose started to scrunch up I knew she must be coming out of sleep. I grabbed a book off my nightstand and started randomly paging through it so she wouldn't think I've just been looking at her all this time.

She rolled onto her stomach and looked up at me through sleepy eyes, "Mmm... Good morning."

I dropped my book onto my lap and smiled at her, "Morning, sleepyhead. How was the guest room?" I raised my brows as if to say I guess it was better in here.

She blushed, "Oh yeah I uh, I just wanted some company. Especially after what happened, you know? It just felt nice to be in here. With you... I hope you didn't mind."

"I don't but... you snore." I jokingly winced at her.

She made an offended face and sat up, "I do not!" A shove was forcefully pushed against my chest.

I rubbed over the abused area and laughed, "I'm kidding, I'm kidding! Jeez, so aggressive."

"I'm an elegant sleeper and I take it seriously."

"Mmm well you did wake up this morning in a nice Jennifer-shaped ball so yes I'd definitely call that 'elegant.'" JJ giggled at my humor, making me feel undeniably confident. Plus her laugh was without a doubt the cutest sound on Earth.

"Was I at least a pretty ball?"

"Very pretty."

"Thanks, Em." She stretched and yawned and stretched some more before climbing out of bed and exclaiming, "Since you treated me to dinner last night I think I'll treat you to breakfast this morning."

"Oh, Jen, you don't have t—"

"Nope, shut up. I'm making you waffles and you're gonna eat them."

I yelled as she headed out the bedroom door, "But you don't know where anything is!"

She yelled back from the stairwell, "It's just a kitchen, I'll figure it out!" I laughed and reclined a little more as I turned on my TV to start watching a little of the morning news. My mind drifted and I thought about how nice it felt to wake up next to Jennifer. Her face was the first one I saw this morning and it was a sheer delight. How am I supposed to tell her how I feel? What if she doesn't feel the same way? Would that ruin what we have? I was snapped out of my daydream when Jennifer called me from downstairs, "Emily!" I hopped out of bed and ran down to see what she needed.

"Yeah?" I rubbed my eyes and waltzed into the kitchen.

"I'm pretty much all done but do you have any confectioners sugar?"

"Yeah, right up here." I walked over to her and opened up a cabinet that was right over our heads, reaching up to grab a bag of powdered sugar. I eased myself back down on flat feet and breathed shakily when our fronts slid against each other. Our faces with inches apart as I handed it to her, "Here ya go."

"Thanks." Curious eye contact lingered longer than necessary before she cleared her throat and turned around, sprinkling some of the white powder onto our breakfast. She picked up a plate that was for me and cheerfully instructed, "Go sit." I took a seat nearby at my little breakfast table and JJ slid my food down in front of me before settling in a seat across the table. Her waffles were cooked to perfection and I inhaled three in under two minutes. She giggled as I swallowed my final bite of the third one, "I guess they were good, huh?"

"Hell yeah. What else can Jennifer Jareau expertly whip up?"

"I guess you'll have to find out at our next sleepover." She winked and then pulled my crumb-filled plate away, washing it for me. I'd love another sleepover, I thought.

My cell phone started to ring and I recognized Garcia's number so I picked up after saying to JJ, "It's Garcia... What's up Penelope?"

"Hello, lovebug, we have a case and Hotch wants to brief at 9:00."

"K. Be there ASAP."

"Perfecto. Do me a favor and call JJ while I try and reach Reid?"

JJ yelled from the sink, "I'm here, Pen!"

Garcia teased in a suggestive voice, "Oooh spend the night, did you?"

I chuckled, "Get your head out of the gutter, you. I just didn't want her to be struggling with her arm is all."

"Whatever you say, Prentiss. Ta-Ta for now!" With that, she hung up.

I stuffed my phone back in my pocket and asked JJ, "How's your arm by the way?"

"Much better, actually. A little sore around the edges but otherwise it's not so bad anymore." She dried off her hands and then started upstairs, "C'mon let's get ready." I followed her up and did my morning routine with JJ at the sink next to mine. She mumbled with a toothbrush in her mouth, "If you wive awone whys mher fwo finks?"

I laughed, "Sorry, what was that?"

JJ spit out her toothpaste and giggled, "I asked if you live alone then why do you have two sinks? Why the double vanity?"

"Well I don't wanna live alone forever. I bought a huge house in the hopes that I'd share it with someone someday."

"Whoever that lucky person is will have to sacrifice a car. There's no room left in your garage because of all your 'babies.'"

"Oh shut up, you." JJ and I wrapped up in the bathroom and then headed into my closet. It was easy for me to pick something out because the selection was my own, but JJ had some trouble landing on something suitable. She finally settled on a navy blouse and black skirt, the latter being something I've actually never worn. Not my taste, to be honest.

She shuffled up next to me, facing the opposite way, and said, "Em I don't really wanna reach around with my arm... Could you zip me up?"

"Sure." I tucked in her blouse a little more and then carefully lifted up the zipper of her skirt. My fingers just barely grazed the fabric of her pink panties, but it was a piece of intimacy that I still didn't take for granted. Every light touch or bit of close contact we shared was tattooed in my brain. It may be all I ever get.