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Would you go down on a girl?

Tags: lesbian sex, vaginal fingering, oral sex, porn with minimal plot, friends with benefits? hotel sex, fluff and smut, MDNI.

Summary: JJ doesn’t understand why she gets so hot and bothered around Emily. There was nothing to get hot and bothered about.

Except everything about the other woman made JJ throb between her legs, and she needed to do something about it.

Word count: 4k

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It wasn’t uncommon for JJ’s thighs to squeeze together when she was around Emily. The older woman had joined their team a few months ago, and JJ had been intrigued in more ways than one ever since.

Her dark hair. Her leather jackets. Her musky scent that JJ swore had hints of cigarettes and coffee constantly woven through it. Or maybe that was just what JJ smelt right now, with Emily leaning over her to grab her drink from the bar.

Her eyes wandered to the cleavage peeking out from Emily’s red tank top that JJ had been drawn to all day like a fish out of water. She didn’t really know why she got so hot and bothered around Emily. There was no reason to.

JJ was straight, and reevaluating everything that she thought she knew about herself just because her clit throbbed in the presence of one very attractive woman seemed ridiculous. It was completely and utterly ridiculous.

Would she go down on a girl?

Probably not. Or at least that’s what JJ told herself.

“A shot of tequila, please.”

“Peaches!” Penelope exclaimed. “Are you going for the hard stuff already?”

“I need some liquid courage.”

“You don’t seem like the type of person to take a shot.”

“I can take a shot,” JJ said in response to Emily’s words, lifting her shot glass when the bartender slid it across the deep, sticky wood. “I’m not that weak.”

“Peaches,” Penelope repeated. “I don’t think you’ve ever taken a shot in your sweet, innocent life.”

Emily smirked.

JJ felt her thighs squeeze together again, and she downed her shot as if it were nothing in the hopes that the alcohol did something to ease the ache in her core. God damn red tank top.

Emily watched JJ’s throat tip back as she swallowed the liquid, and something warm pooled in her own gut.

“Damn,” Morgan whistled. “She can throw one back.”

“I took a lot of shots in college.”

“I stand corrected,” Emily replied. “You didn’t even flinch.”

“Like I said, liquid courage.”

Emily narrowed her eyes on her. JJ felt like her skin was on fire as those deep, honey browns analysed her like a case board, and she hoped to God it wasn’t showing. JJ needed to get it together.

She needed to find someone random guy and let him fuck her senseless so she could forget all about Emily Prentiss and her stupidly perfect face.

She needed to forget about her stupidly perfect cleavage, and her stupidly kissable lips, and she needed to get the hell over herself.

She stole Morgan’s shot and poured it down her throat before he could realise it was gone.

Her clit was still throbbing.

“What are you doing?”

JJ almost walked into Emily while she was making her way up to the bar to get another glass of white wine later that evening, the older woman standing in front of her with her bourbon nestled between calloused hands.

“Nothing,” JJ replied a little too quickly to be casual. “I mean, I was just going to get another glass of wine.”

“Nothing,” Emily replied as she let her eyes trace across JJ’s face. “You’ve been chatting men up all night.”

JJ’s cheeks instantly reddened.

“So? I’m having fun.”

“Uh huh,” Emily continued. Her eyes wandered down to JJ’s chest, top button of her blouse open enough to show the smallest tease of cleavage. “You look like you’re having the time of your life. It only takes you ten minutes to get bored of someone.”

“I’m not bored of them.”

It was a weak protest, and JJ knew that when it left her lips because she was bored of them. It’s not like she was looking for much. All she wanted was sex.

But they were still boring her.

Emily knew JJ had been checking her out ever since she joined the BAU a few months ago. She’d felt the stares. She’d seen JJ’s bottom lip worrying itself between her teeth more often than she could count.

She’d seen JJ’s thighs squeeze together like they were doing right now every time they’d gone out for drinks after a case.

And to hell if Emily’s thighs hadn’t been doing the same thing. Her clit had been throbbing all evening since she watched JJ take that first shot.

“So,” Emily murmured in a thick, velvety rasp as her mouth moved to JJ’s ear, causing the younger woman to shiver in response. “Why are you still here? If they weren't boring you, wouldn’t you be in one of their beds by now? That’s what liquid courage is for, after all. Flirting.”

Frozen. That’s what JJ was. Her mouth was moving, or at least she thought it was, but no words were coming out.

All she could think about was her breath. Emily’s breath ghosting against the shell of her ear like it’d been haunting her skin for years.

Emily grazed her teeth along JJ’s earlobe.

“You don’t want them, because I saw the way your eyes were lingering on my chest. How your thighs keep squeezing together.”

“Fuck,” JJ almost whimpered.

Emily’s smirk was tantalizing as she pulled back.

“I could fuck you.”

JJ should’ve said no. She should’ve walked away, gotten another drink, and gone back over to one of the men she was talking to before. She should’ve gone back to her hotel room, for crying out loud.

But she didn’t, because every cell in her body was screaming out for Emily. Her heart was thumping a rhythm against her chest that was just Emily, Emily, Emily.

Why the hell would she walk away now when all she’d ever wanted since she met her was standing right in front of her?

Would she go down on a girl?

JJ still didn’t know, but her body betrayed her mind anyway when her words slipped out of her mouth.

“Fuck me, then.”

Emily felt her own body scream out for JJ and she felt her arousal flooding her underwear as soon as the blonde uttered those three words.

“Hotel, now.”

Emily’s mouth was on JJ’s before the elevator doors in the hotel lobby had even fully closed. It wasn’t a slow kiss. It wasn’t even a soft kiss. It was a messy battle between teeth and tongue, soft sighs and whimpered moans slipping past their lips.

“Emily,” JJ sighed into the other woman’s mouth before Emily trailed her kisses down JJ’s jaw. “We’re in an elevator.”

Emily hummed against her skin and pressed featherlight kisses down towards the column of her throat before the elevator doors dinged open.

“So get into my hotel room instead.”

JJ didn’t hesitate when Emily swiped her key card through the reader and the light switched from red to green.

The door slammed shut behind them and Emily pushed JJ up against it, tenderly cradling her head so it didn’t knock up against the dark, oak wood.

JJ would’ve overthought that simple, softer touch if it weren’t for Emily’s lips immediately being back on hers in a way that made her moan.

Emily’s breath hitched in response to the sound, and she tangled her fingers in the baby hairs at the nape of JJ’s neck to tug her closer. JJ brought her hands up from Emily’s hips to cup her cheeks, tilting Emily’s head slightly so she could suck her bottom lip between her teeth.

Emily shuddered, moaned when JJ did it again, and trailed her lips back down JJ’s jaw towards her throat.

“Emily,” JJ sighed.

Emily kissed JJ’s skin like she mightn’t get the chance to ever do it again, which was still a very real possibility in Emily’s mind.

Her tongue dipped out to lick JJ’s sweet, honeyed skin before skimming her teeth across it after every kiss, and if JJ’s laboured breaths and soft moans were anything to go by, she was definitely enjoying it.

“Would they have kissed you like this?” Emily asked as she sucked a hickey into the skin beneath JJ’s ear. “Would any of those men have kissed you the way I’m kissing you?”

“Fuck,” JJ whined as her hands roamed across Emily’s chest and down towards the hem of her tank top. “No, God, they wouldn’t have.”

Emily kissed the bruising skin before her own hands did the same thing, inching down towards the edge of JJ’s blouse as their lips reconnected.

“Off,” JJ whined again as she tugged at Emily’s clothing, fingers skimming Emily’s stomach while both women stepped back towards the bed. “Get this off.”

Emily wasted no time.

She pulled her tank top over her head, and just when JJ thought the clit throbbing red was gone, she was met with deep red lace hugging Emily’s full, heavy breasts.

“More red,” JJ moaned. “What is your problem?”

Emily smirked against JJ’s lips as she kissed her again, slipping her tongue into her mouth. “What?” She asked innocently. “You don’t like it?”

JJ popped the buttons to her blouse and tugged it down her arms before reaching back out for Emily’s breasts.

“I do,” JJ replied. “That’s the problem.”

Emily’s nipples were already pulled into stiff, taut peaks when JJ stroked her thumbs across them over the lace, and Emily’s breath hitched as she reached for JJ’s slacks.

“I don’t think it’s a problem,” Emily moaned as her eyes fixated on JJ’s simpler, black cotton bra. “Take that off. Take everything off.”

“What? You want a strip tease?”

Emily groaned.

“I don’t particularly have the patience for a strip tease right now, no matter how much I want to see one.”

JJ grinned. A smug, teasing grin.

“You’re impatient.”

“Just take your clothes off,” Emily sighed as she stepped out of her slacks and got rid of her underwear.

JJ did the same and stripped in record time, and her body was pinned underneath Emily’s as soon as both women were naked.

JJ’s clit was well and truly throbbing when Emily slipped her knee between JJ’s thighs. She moaned at the contact, body twitching as she rocked her hips against Emily’s thigh.

“Is this okay?”

JJ blinked, only just realising that Emily’s hands were cradling her head in the same way they were to stop her from banging against the door.

Her stomach did a weird flip.

“Yeah,” JJ whispered. “It’s okay.”

Emily nodded, applied more pressure behind her knee between JJ’s thighs, and kissed the other woman’s forehead before going back to kissing her lips.

“You’re so beautiful,” Emily murmured.

God, JJ was addictive. Every single sigh, every single twitch of her hips, arch of her back, Emily catalogued it.

She memorised every single sound and movement of the woman lying beneath her, because if this was the only time Emily got to kiss every inch of Jennifer Jareau’s skin, she sure as hell was going to remember it.

“Emily,” JJ moaned from deep within her throat when Emily moved down her body and took a hard, aching nipple into her mouth. “I need more.”

Emily swirled JJ’s nipple in her mouth, teeth lightly grazing against the sensitive skin before she released her breast with a wet pop. Emily tweaked and rolled JJ’s other nipple in between her fingers, causing her to writhe and squirm beneath her.

“I will get there,” Emily said as she took both of JJ’s small breasts into her hands. “Stop squirming.”

“Get there now.”

Emily smiled up at her.

Not smirked, not teased, not grinned.

Emily smiled.

“I said I would get there.” She placed a kiss between her breasts. “So stop squirming,” she added, pressing another kiss just beneath them, “and let me get there.”

JJ could only moan and nod in response, letting her legs fall open the closer Emily got to be lying between them.

Except she took her sweet time getting there, kissing every inch of skin her lips could reach while purposefully avoiding JJ’s very wet centre.

Her stomach. Her thighs. Her hips.

JJ had never experienced foreplay like it. She’d never really experienced foreplay full stop, because every man she’d ever slept with had only been concerned with getting himself off.

Emily was the opposite of that, but then JJ supposed that made sense because Emily wasn’t even a man at all.

She was pulled from her thoughts when Emily’s tongue finally flicked out against her aching, throbbing clit. Her moan was louder than she intended it to be when it slipped out of her throat.

“Yes,” JJ moaned as she arched her hips against Emily’s face. Emily flicked at her clit again, taking the bundle of nerves into her mouth to suck and lick at her pussy. “Fuck, Emily, keep doing that.”

Emily wasn’t one to disobey a breathy sigh like that.

JJ’s pussy was dripping onto the crisp white sheets beneath them, her arousal slick and bitter against Emily’s lips as she moved her mouth down to suck at JJ’s entrance. Her own pussy was throbbing between her legs, her clit pulsing to the rhythm of JJ’s moans, yet all she really cared about was getting JJ to have an orgasm.

“You’re so wet,” Emily moaned against her heat which made JJ’s back arch. “All of this for me? Was your clit throbbing for me back at that bar?”

JJ’s hips were now unashamedly grinding against Emily’s face as Emily licked between her folds and fucked her tongue into her pussy, her hands tangled in dark brown hair as she kept Emily right where she was.

“God, Emily, yes,” JJ cried as she felt her orgasm building, her legs shaking around Emily’s head as she whimpered beneath her. “It’s all for you. I was aching for you.”

Emily groaned into JJ’s pussy, moving her mouth back up to suck her clit between her lips before sinking two fingers into JJ’s wet heat.

“Fuck,” JJ moaned. “Fuck me.”

“I am,” Emily smirked around her clit as her fingers found that sweet spot against her inner wall that made JJ cry out. “Unless you want me to stop?”

“Don’t fucking stop.”

“Are you close?”

“So close,” JJ moaned.

Her legs were trembling now, heat coiling tight in her stomach as she felt herself grow so close to that blissful edge of release.

Emily doubled down with her fingers fucking into JJ’s pussy and her lips sucking and lapping at her clit when she felt JJ’s legs squeezing against her head.

Emily wasn’t prepared for how pornographic JJ’s moans were when her orgasm finally washed over her body—deep, throaty sounds floating into Emily’s ear like a song she wanted to hear on repeat forever.

“Jesus, JJ,” Emily groaned as she watched JJ come. Her golden hair was fanned out around her head on the pillow, her chest was flushed a deep shade of pink that littered up and onto her cheeks, and her back was arched as Emily’s fingers coaxed every last drop of pleasure from her body. “That’s it. Make a mess all over my fingers.”

JJ felt like every nerve in her body had reacted to Emily’s touch, and she’d never had an orgasm like it. Not one so all consuming. Not one that lasted longer than ten seconds.

“Please,” JJ whined as her clit pulsed against Emily’s touch, her fingers easing out of her aching pussy. “Jesus fucking Christ.”

Emily laughed and sucked her fingers into her mouth, humming around that bitter taste that was quickly becoming addictive.

JJ groaned.

“You can’t give me an orgasm like that and then lick your fingers clean like it was nothing.”

“Sure I can.”

JJ closed her eyes and placed her hand against her chest. Her heart was still racing, breaths still heaving, but her body relaxed when Emily crawled back up and cradled her face to kiss her.

“You did so well,” Emily murmured between soft, tender kisses. “You’re incredible. That was incredible.”

JJ sighed as she brushed a sweaty strand of hair out of Emily’s face, letting her thumb linger on Emily’s bottom lip as they stared into each other’s eyes.

“Let me return the favour.”

“You don’t have to.”

“I want to.”

Emily blinked at her, felt her pussy aching between her legs, and nodded as she leaned down to capture JJ’s lips in another kiss.

JJ flipped them over with more confidence than she felt, pressing Emily’s back deep into damp sheets covered in JJ’s arousal.

“You’re confident.”

“It’s the alcohol.”

“Fuck, are you drunk?”

“Lightly buzzed,” JJ said as she kissed down Emily’s throat, sucking her skin between her lips. “Are you drunk?”

“Lightly buzzed.”

“I’d do it again sober,” JJ murmured as pulled back to look at Emily. “If that’s what you’re worried about. I’m not doing this because of the alcohol.”

Emily blinked at her, saw the sincerity behind JJ’s eyes, and couldn’t help herself from reaching up to tuck soft, golden locks behind JJ’s ear when they fell over her face.

“Good.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Emily whispered. “Now fuck me.”

JJ felt her nerves bubbling in her stomach again, but the sight of Emily beneath her, full breasts screaming for JJ’s touch, she knew she couldn’t do anything but whatever this beautiful woman said.

So she kissed down her body, because yes, she was about to go down on a girl. So much for her being straight as an arrow.

Emily squirmed beneath her touch in the same way JJ had squirmed beneath Emily. Each slow kiss against Emily’s skin was placed with fake confidence, and each breathy moan that slipped from Emily’s lips convinced JJ that she was doing something right.

“How are you real,” JJ murmured as she palmed both of Emily’s breasts, running her thumbs across hard, pink nipples. “You’re beautiful.”

“JJ,” Emily sighed.

She wasn’t as vocal as JJ was. Her moans were softer, breathier sounds, a complete contrast to the dominance she held when JJ was putty beneath her, and JJ moaned at the sound of her.

“I’ll get there,” JJ said with a grin as she leaned down to take a nipple into her mouth, pinching and rolling the other one between her fingers. “Stop squirming.”

“You’re an asshole,” Emily smiled before taking a sharp inhale when JJ’s teeth grazed her nipple. “That’s my line.”

“Paybacks a bitch.”

“A very enjoyable bitch,” Emily replied before guiding JJ’s mouth to her other breast. “Keep doing that.”

“What about this?”

“Fuck,” Emily moaned. “That too.”

JJ’s knee was pressed against her dripping wet pussy, right on her aching clit as Emily’s hips took a mind of their own and ground against JJ’s thigh.

“You haven’t done this before, have you?”

JJ blushed as she ducked her head down to suck on Emily’s nipple. “It’s that obvious?”

“When you’re doing exactly what I did to you, it’s kind of that obvious,” Emily smiled as she moved a hand down to JJ’s chin to pull her into a kiss. “Don’t be embarrassed. I’ll be a very happy woman if you make me come the same way I made you come.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

JJ nodded against Emily’s lips before trailing her kisses down between Emily’s breasts and onto the soft skin of her stomach.

“You taste so sweet.”

“I’ll taste salty in a minute.”

JJ smiled against her skin as she pressed a kiss just above Emily’s pubic bone, then another, and then a third.

“I prefer salty anyway.”

Emily smiled as she guided JJ’s head between her legs. JJ started by dipping her tongue between Emily’s folds, moaning into her dripping pussy which made Emily’s breath hitch in return.

“You are salty.”

“I told you.”

JJ smiled and dipped her tongue into Emily’s entrance, nose bumping against her clit as she licked, then sucked, then circled her tongue against Emily’s wetness.

“Are you sure you haven’t eaten a pussy before?” Emily laughed with a breathy moan. “Fuck, keep doing that.”

“Oh, this?” JJ smirked as she sucked Emily’s folds again, tongue dipping in as far as it could go before sliding up and taking her clit into her mouth.

“Yes.”

Emily felt her clit throbbing against JJ’s tongue as she built her up to an orgasm like she’d done it hundreds of times before. JJ kept experimenting until she found the pressure and rhythm Emily liked, spurred on by soft moans and hips grinding against her face, and kept going.

“JJ,” Emily sighed. “Fingers, please.”

JJ looked up at Emily through her lashes, hair a mess on her head with Emily’s fingers tangled through it to keep her right where she wanted her.

They kept eye contact as JJ slipped two fingers inside Emily’s aching pussy, Emily moaning from the pleasure and JJ moaning from the sight of watching this woman get closer to the edge.

Emily felt a blush burning the tips of her ears.

“Put your mouth back on my clit.”

JJ kissed the inside of Emily’s thighs before doing just that. Emily’s hips continued to grind against JJ’s fingers and her tongue, and Emily knew she had absolutely no control over her body.

This beautiful, intriguing woman between her legs held all of the control. Especially when she was playing her like a fiddle.

Especially when Emily’s orgasm washed over her and she swore she actually saw the light itself.

“Jesus Christ,” Emily moaned, body twitching and convulsing under JJ’s touch as she lapped and sucked at her juices. “Fuck me.”

It took a few minutes of gentle coaxing from JJ’s fingers before the last of Emily’s orgasm left her body. “It’s JJ,” she smiled as she crawled back up Emily’s body to kiss her. “And I just did.”

Emily kissed her back, cradling her face as her thumb brushed across rosy hued skin. “You’re a smartass.”

“Was it okay?”

Emily softened as she pulled back to look at the younger woman properly—lips kiss swollen, Emily’s come on her chin and her nose, sex hair messy on her head.

“It was more than okay.”

“Yeah?” JJ smiled as she relaxed.

Emily kissed her temple. “Yeah.”

Silence enveloped the dark hotel room as they basked in the afterglow of their orgasms, the moonlight creeping through the curtains the only source of light JJ could use to look up at Emily’s face when she pulled her snugly against her chest.

Emily met her eyes.

“What are you looking at?”

A smile tugged at JJ’s lips.

“You.”

Emily brushed her hand through JJ’s hair.

“Why?”

“Just because.”

“Just because?” Emily laughed.

“Yeah,” JJ smiled. “Just because.”

Emily pressed a kiss to JJ’s forehead, shifting them on the bed so she could slide out from underneath the blonde to go and get a washcloth from the bathroom.

“Let me clean us up,” Emily said. “I’ll be right back.”

JJ hummed and watched Emily walk across the bedroom to the bathroom, her eyes lingering in a way that was less lustful than before.

She didn’t know how to describe it.

All she knew was that this woman had just given her the best sex of her life, had kissed her gently afterwards, and now she was back between her legs in a way that was completely tender and different than before.

Emily cleaned them up and cradled JJ in her arms under the covers when she was done. JJ’s head pillowed on Emily’s chest, her body melting against soft skin as the steady thump of Emily’s heart filled her ears.

“Am I staying?”

One of Emily’s hands was drawing soothing circles into the skin of JJ’s hip while the other brushed her hair back from her forehead. Her brow creased at JJ’s question, and she used the hand in her hair to gently tilt her chin up so she was looking at her.

“Where else would you go?”

Emily’s voice was so soft that JJ felt a tension she didn’t know had embedded itself into her chest fade, a sigh of relief escaping her lips as she looked up at her friend.

Friend? Friend with benefits? Coworker?

JJ didn’t know.

“My hotel room?”

Emily shook her head as a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. “No.” She placed a kiss on JJ's lips. “Who do you take me for? I’m not going to kick you out to go back to your hotel room alone after sex. I wouldn’t do that.”

“So I’m staying?”

“JJ,” Emily whispered against her lips. Quiet. Intimate. Too intimate for two coworkers who just fucked. “You’re not going anywhere.”

JJ kissed her back.

“Okay.”

“Yeah?” Emily smiled.

JJ mirrored her smile. “Yeah.”