Emily Prentiss One-Shots

Emily/Reader/JJ** Pt1.

Title: Room 241 - mournful_shapes

Summary: Y/N can't sleep. Emily and JJ help.

Rating: Explicit 

A/N ~ As you can probably tell from the title, this is a two parter. The next part is directly after this. Happy reading loves <3

~
~
~
~

The sound of the bed in the room next to yours has been keeping you awake for the last hour. Every time you get close to the brink of sleep, there's the squeaking of the springs, the sound of the headboard banging against the wall. Occasionally, a barely concealed moan. Whoever is occupying that room is having quite the night, entirely at your expense.

At least the case is over. At least tomorrow morning you'll finally be flying home, with the hope of having a normal weekend. It's only been three days, but you already miss your dog, and the comfort of your own bed, and the prospect of a good night's sleep. Your neighbors can be noisy, but usually only in arguments, and only during the day. You'd rather listen to them argue all day than go another hour listening to the sounds of two strangers boning.

You press your pillow over your ears, and reach for your cellphone. It's only 1am, but the jet is leaving at 6.15. You ponder whether it would be rude to message one of your colleagues, whether it would likely wake one of them up. Alternatively, one of them might be willing to let you camp out on their floor - it wouldn't be the first time you've shared a bed with JJ, thanks to ladies night at Garcia's, and more than one instance of motels not having enough rooms to cater to the whole BAU. It's awkward, given you've had a crush on her from the moment you started working here, but she probably wouldn't mind...

Fuck it, you think, as the bed bangs noisily against your adjoining wall yet again.

You, 1.08AM: u awake? The ppl in the room next to mine are at it like rabbits. I can't sleep :(

You press send and then groan, covering your ears again.

Mercifully, the noise next door stops, almost abruptly. You hear a suppressed laugh, and then a muttered 'shit', more conversation that's indecipherable, and it takes a moment to realise where you know that voice from...

Then there's a knock on your door.

You're not exactly surprised by the sight on the other side of the door, but you do low-key wonder whether you're dreaming. JJ, wearing nothing but a bath robe that's not entirely closed, hair knotted on top of her head aside from a large section that's fallen out, her lipstick smudged. She's panting, and she looks sweaty, and for a second you consider closing the door on her.

"Can I come in?" She whispers, looking back over her shoulder.

You yawn, opening the door wider, curiosity piqued. You're trying to remember if someone was given the room next to yours, knowing it wasn't JJ because she'd already complained about being a floor above you. Next door to Reid, who infamously snores and talks in his sleep.

You're also trying to swallow down the hint of arousal you're getting from having Jennifer Jareau so partially dressed in your presence. Perhaps some jealousy, too, for whoever is getting to fuck her.

"I'm so sorry... this is so awkward," the blond says, leaning against the wall just inside your room, "I... wanted to apologise for... I mean, I didn't realise we were being so loud."

You blush, trying not to focus on the large expanse of her skin that's on show, the red marks currently forming across her exposed collarbone, the hint of side boob.

"Uh... I don't know... this might be asking for you to report us to HR but... Em suggested you might..." JJ is also blushing furiously, which helps, a little. She clears her throat, scratching her neck, "maybe you wanted to join us?"