mature content! vaginal fingering
long chapter! ~1800 wordsSure enough, Jennifer's car was nowhere in sight. I mumbled a curse word to myself and then took off for my own ride, rushing to get to Jennifer's apartment as fast as I could. The wait is over.
I used my spare key to get in the lobby of her building and didn't even bother with the elevator— I just sprinted up the stairs to her floor like lightening. Three knocks were pounded on her door, and I panted heavily as I waited for her to answer. My heartbeat was radiating in my chest and I could hear my pulse like a time bomb in my brain. She opened up the door and scrunched her brows when she saw me, "Emily? Is everything okay? Did I forget something at the club?"
"I can't hold this in anymore, so just let me get it out in one go or I won't go through with it." I took a deep breath but still panted as I said, "I'm crazy about you. So crazy about you. I have been since I was 17. I told you in Paris that I was nothing without you and I've only realized more and more every day that that's true. I love you, Jennifer. You're the best person I know and you always will be, no matter what. I need you in my life, more so than you're in it now. I promise I'll take care of you. I'll never let anyone hurt you. I'll watch cheesy rom-coms with you and pretend they're funny because I know how much you like them. I'll love you until the day I die, and no one will ever stop me."
Jennifer smiled and sighed happily, "It's about damn time." I let out a breath of relief and slowly stopped forward, wrapping my arms around her in a warm embrace. She melted into the hug and rubbed her nose against the side of my neck. We gently pulled away but kept our faces a mere inch apart. Our eyes darted down to each other's lips, over and over and over, until I finally grew a pair and took the plunge first. I closed the distance between us and kissed Jennifer softly as I caressed each side of her face. It was our first kiss since 1995 but it was perfect, as if our lips have known each other all this time.
I pulled away and rested my forehead against hers before whispering, "I'm sorry that took so long. I needed to find the right words."
"It's all right, Emily. I knew you'd finally come around." She used one of her fingers to lift up my chin and sincerely said to me, "I love you too. I always have. You're the best part of me."
"Can I kiss you again?" Jennifer nodded with her lip between her teeth before meeting me in the middle, connecting our mouths again. The first kisses were slow and long, but gradually started to get more passionate. Jennifer ran her hands up my sides before tangling them in my hair, running through the strands in a sensual way. Without breaking our lips apart, she started to move further back into her apartment and pulled me with her. I kicked the door shut behind us.
Jennifer momentarily let go and panted, "You're not drunk, are you?"
"I'm not. Are you?"
She shook her head, "No," before smirking naughtily. I knew that look. Our bodies moved in sync as we started making out again while simultaneously heading for her bedroom. By the time I pushed Jennifer back onto her mattress, my jacket was thrown off and my jeans were unbuttoned. I looked into her eyes and asked, "Are we really gonna do this? You're sure you want to?"
"Emily, I've been thinking about this moment for 12 years. I'm sure."
I ran my fingers through her hair and rasped, "I've been thinking about it a lot too... I'll do a good job, I promise."
Jennifer giggled, "I don't doubt it."
I teased the hem of her shirt, "Can I take this off for you?" She nodded and sat up a little, making it easier for me to pull off the garment. I fingered the waistband of her jeans next, "How about these?"
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Hope for the Hopeless [Jemily]
Romantizm[JJ x Emily] Rated M (explicit): - language -sexual content -violence This story will contain an intersexual female. Smut chapters will be marked in the chapter titles. Jennifer Jareau and Emily Prentiss met by happenstance in Paris at the ripe...