Jemily One Shots

Hot Yoga

"I think you'll love it, really." JJ assured Emily as they stepped into the studio. Right, because who doesn't love hot yoga? Emily thought nervously. "It's actually pretty relaxing, once you get into it." I don't feel relaxed, I feel like I'm about to have a heart attack.

JJ grabbed a mat for each of them, quickly laying them out in the back of the group. When the blonde sat cross legged on her mat, Emily followed suit, flopping down gracelessly. I have the worst balance in the entire world. I really don't want to fall over in front of Jennifer. Why did I let her talk me into this?

"I'm glad you're here." JJ whispered with a smile as the instructor called for their attention, ready to begin class. While the rest of the group quieted down and listened to the introduction, Emily smiled dazedly, staring at her friend as inconspicuously as she could manage. Ah, that's why. That smile is my weakness. Also, why have I not seen her in a tank top before? Wait, we're moving, what did the teacher say? Shit.

Emily clumsily got to her feet as the rest of the group rose, moving into a leg stretch. Quickly copying them, Emily glanced at JJ to make sure she hadn't notice her fumble. She clearly had, if the smile she was biting back was any indication. Come on, Prentiss. Pay attention. She made it through the next fifty minutes without much difficulty, forcing herself not to look at JJ as they worked their way through various poses. This isn't terrible. I'm actually pretty good at this.

"I forgot my water, did you bring any?" JJ whispered eventually. Finally looking at her friend, Emily's breath caught in her chest. Oh God. JJ was sweating lightly, a thin sheen making her skin glow beautifully. I love yoga. Emily decided. When Jennifer tilted her head in question, a small smile on her lips, the older agent realized she had been staring far too long.

Nodding awkwardly, she moved quietly to the back wall, where they had left their bags, digging around for her water bottle. Can you not act normal for an hour? Stop ogling her, it’s creepy.

Turning, water bottle in hand, she froze. Oh. JJ stood with her legs shoulder width apart, hands on the mat, walking them back until they were between her feet. Yoga pants are torture devices. This is just… delicious. No, ridiculous, it's ridiculous. Emily could feel herself flushing, but she couldn't look away from JJ's ass, even as the woman slowly moved out of the position and into another. We are so coming back here. Like… every day. Ok, you have GOT to stop staring! Right… now…

Soft laughter pulled her out of her thoughts, and she suddenly realized that most of the group was watching her in the mirror with wide smiles. She flushed brighter, suddenly aware of how long she had been staring like a horny teenage boy. She clapped a hand to her forehead, eyes slamming shut, causing the group to burst into laughter. You are sooo busted. Shit, shit, shit. Maybe she didn't notice. As unlikely as it seemed, Emily refused to open her eyes, wanting to pretend a little longer. Will she be mad? Is she laughing at me? Why could I not just act like a normal person for an HOUR? It was those damn yoga pants, they threw me off…

"Alright, I think that's a good stopping place for the day." The instructor chuckled, "Everyone stay hydrated, you've seen what happens when you get too thirsty." Emily groaned in embarrassment as everyone broke down laughing again as they gathered their things. Turning and throwing her water bottle back in her bag, Emily grabbed her stuff, smiling wryly as people chuckled and patted her on the back on their way out. Maybe I should just leave before she comes over. Would that make it weirder? Probably. Emily sighed, grabbing JJ's bag and turning to face her friend.