5 years later

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*smut*
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The sunshine cast heavily through the light yellow curtains, exposing light to the wooden floors throughout the small apartment. It was early in the morning, the sun had just rose and the world was just recovering from the heavy burden of nighttime. The room was covered in all sorts of plants, posters, and brick walls. It was an old factory, so it had plenty of windows allowing light to wake up the people within the building. It wasn't JJ's favorite time day of day, but it had become Emily's. She was sat up in the bed, examining the world around her. She couldn't adjust to living with the love of her life in her dream city, in her dream apartment. She smiled softly at the way the light lit up JJ's soft face. It allowed Emily to see her natural beauty, it made her look younger.

Of course the two of them had aged over a course of 5 years, and they had changed in all of the ways you could change. Emily grew her hair out to her shoulders and allowed her natural hair color, wearing more casual clothing and less jewelry. She figured that if she wanted to be taken in her job as a security specialist, she must dress the part. She often wore collared shirts tucked into waist high pants with a jacket when going out, but of course when she was at home she embraced her true self. She always could when she was around Jennifer. Shifting down in the bed, she laid down so she could wrap her arms around JJ.

She placed gentle kisses up JJ's bare back, slowly making her way up to her ear and gently nibbling on it, trying to wake her up in the best way possible. They certainly hadn't slowed down their sex life in the last couple years, in fact, Emily might say it hadn't gotten better. They had adjusted in their roles in the bed, and Emily couldn't stop herself from touching JJ every chance she got.

As she gently sucked on JJ's earlobe, the blonde's eyes flew open, her lips curling into a soft smile as she embraced the brunette's touch. This was her absolute favorite way to start the day- waken up by Emily's soft kisses until the brunette ended up in a sobbing, blubbering mess.

As time had gone on, JJ's confidence grew to the point where she had no problem pinning Emily to the bed and make her beg for the touch of the blonde. All she wanted was the control she hadn't been able to have in the past. After a moment of feeling Emily's hands shift across her body till her fingers crawled up to her breasts, JJ knew where this was leading and her excitement grew. They hadn't had as much time lately to mess around, really only light touches and a couple of orgasms here and there, but JJ wanted more, needed more. Sighing softly out of contentment, she allowed Emily to take her time. They had a day off for the first time in months, and JJ wanted to spend the entire time rolling around in the sheets, then in the shower, then perhaps on the counter at some point.... She moaned softly at thought, causing Emily to gently twist her nipples between her fingers, drawing another groan from her. "Emmmmyyyy...." the blonde said softly, causing Emily to smile softly against her skin.

"Yes, jayje?" she teased, whispering softly in her ear.

"Whatcha doin', baby? Why are you teasing me? If you want something, take it." JJ's words caused Emily's body to break out into a soft flush, her hands still massaging the breasts underneath them. She stayed quiet, not answering the question, she couldn't decipher what exactly she was craving in the moment. Instead of verbalizing that, her hands fell down to drag JJ's to her own body, drawing them down to where she needed it most. At the contact, she moaned and ground against JJ's hands.

JJ let her embrace it for a moment, but didn't hesitate to rip her touch away, leaving Emily's eyebrows furrowed as she looked at her girlfriend. "What the hell, JJ?" The blonde stilled for a moment, leaving Emily to wonder what she had done wrong, before quickly turning over to grab Emily so she was flipped over, JJ leaning over the brunette. At this, Emily's eyes turned wide with both fear and lust.

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