Jemily One Shots

Drunk JJ

"Ayo Emily," JJ shouted at the top of her lungs, suddenly adopting an accent of sorts. Maybe a combination of Texan and British but honestly, Emily couldn't tell. "Emily! I want-" hiccup, "I want you to rail me" she finished, dead serious losing the accent just as fast as it came. She began to laugh, slow breathy laughs which turned hysterical.

The blonde was obviously drunk. Emily blushed a shade she was not aware she could obtain naturally and strode over to the table the younger woman was sitting at. Penelope, also blushing, stared at JJ in confusion, mouth open wide, then slowly turned to look at Emily. "I am so sorry, she is ehm… well she's definitely drunk."

"I'm drunk," JJ yelped "Wait a- hol' on jus' one sec… you look like Penelope!"

"That's cause I am Penelope."

"Well… y'er my favorite Penelope!"

"Sweetie," Penelope hushed, "I'm the only Penelope you know and you need to get home." Penelope turned to Emily, "Honestly, she's had one drink all night and she looks like she's snorted enough glue to bankrupt a model train factory."

At that moment Derek walked through the doors of the cozy bar looking deeply uncomfortable and somewhat out of place. Penelope waved him over and he promptly made his way through the small crowd surrounding a game of impromptu poker.

"Is it too much to ask for just one night in peace?" Penelope whispered looking at the blonde agent sternly. Emily, having had seen the disappointment on Penelope's face last time her date with Derek had been interrupted, stepped in.

"I can take her home if you'd like, I know where she lives and I was about to head out anyway." Emily had only been on the team for about two months and she didn't even know why she agreed to go out with them tonight but she ended up having a good time.

Penelope sighed with relief, "Thank you so much Em! I owe you one." She whispered as Derek walked up.

"Damn, what happened to her?" Derek began, looking at JJ with a slight smile, clearly amused by JJ being absolute shit-face drunk.

"Oh nothing. They were just going to go."

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"JJ, damnit! Where are your keys?"

"Who's keys?" she slurred leaning on Emily. The older woman pushed back and held her shoulders firmly, "look at me Jennifer. Focus. Where are your keys?"

"I like it when you call me 'Jennifer'." JJ said seductively, following Emily's jawline then down her neck with her finger. After a moment of silence Emily exhaled slowly, "You are so drunk."

"What? No 'm not!" JJ argued.

"Oh yeah? Can you tell the time?" Emily asked pulling her phone out of her pocket.

"I am not- drunk," JJ said firmly to the phone display showing half past midnight. Her eyes wandered away into the distance and finally set onto Emily. "Anyone ever- wow!... Anyone ever tell you how unfairly photogenic you are?"

"No, not really. Listen we gotta go to sle-"

"You're hot."

"Sleep…" Emily finished, blushing once more. As if on cue JJ drifted off and almost fell over, thankfully Emily had caught her before her head hit the elevator door. Emily shook the blonde awake. "Alright you lunatic, let's get you somewhere comfy."

Emily dragged JJ to one of her more modest cars, a tasteful white Tesla model S. Being a Prentiss had it's perks. One of those being the family money. She drove as JJ dozed off in the back. Ten minutes later they had pulled up to the high rise Emily happened to live in. JJ dragged herself, with the help of Emily of course, into the elevator and into Emily's penthouse apartment.

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JJ awoke, slowly, head throbbing. She groaned burying her face into the sheets and only then did she realize that they were, in fact, not her sheets. She jumped out of the snow white bed only to realize that she was wearing pants. They were, however, not her pants. She walked out of the room shyly seeking answers. Her mouth fell open at the sight before her. There stood Emily. But it wasn't just Emily. It was Emily in her full glory. She was wearing a very loose low collar blue shirt carelessly tucked into a pair of tasteful black shorts. Most importantly however, Emily was cooking. And not just cooking, she was making chocolate chip pancakes, JJ's favorite.

"Good morning sleepyhead. You were wasted last night." The older woman spoke, grinning.

"Hi,” JJ spoke shyly.

"I made breakfast!"

"What happened last night?" JJ groaned feeling her head pound from the hangover.

"Would you like me to answer honestly?"

"Oh my… that bad huh. Yes I do."

"Well... You screamed 'Emily, I want you to rail me' called me hot, tried to seduce me, and then we got here," Emily laughed. JJ blushed a deep red and sat quietly at one of the stools around the marble countertop across from Emily. The brunette pulled a plate from the cabinet and served the hungover woman a heap of pancakes. They ate in silence until Emily decided to ask, "you don't drink much do you, you kind of only had one glass."

"I never drink," The blonde muttered staring down at her pancake mound.

"Jayje? Are you alright?"

" Emily, I'm really sorry about last night."

"Nah, Don't worry about it. It was fun. It's alright if you regret it but it's fine really."

"I- I meant what I said," the blonde agent blushed deeper, "That you're hot that is."

"And the other part?" Emily questioned.

"Well I- Emily!" she whined.

"You can be honest you know."

"I did… I mean- What did we do? Did I force you into things? Did we… sleep together?" JJ stuttered. Emily began to laugh softly.

"No Jennifer, I would never take advantage of you like that. Don't worry, I slept on the couch."

"Oh…"

"But listen Jayje… If you meant what you said… We could?" She lifted an eyebrow. JJ flushed, her mind sputtering fax noises at her.

"Could what?" She asked innocently even as her cheeks burned. Emily strode over confidently and pressed herself to the blonde's lips. JJ's mind registered none of it, all she knew was that this moment was fleeting and she wanted to hold onto it.