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Pairing(s): Trina Decker/Susan Miller, Trina Decker/Susan Miller/Tom Decker, Bruce Thompson/Susan Miller, background Bruce Miller/Susan Miller
Status & Wordcount: Complete, 38,899 words
Summary: What if there were a few heated moments between Susan and Trina while they were all swinging together on the 4th of July? What if that ended up turning into a habit of kissing each other randomly throughout the summer?
Or...
Susan has way too many feelings and no idea what to do with them.
summary: the missing scene of how emily and jj “made up” in 18x05.
word count: 2.7k
cw: smut, slight angst at the beginning, fingering, oral sex, scissoring, heavy implication that jj and emily hooked up in paris, a few cme spoilers, short scenes from 18x05 needed for context are included for anyone who doesn't watch cme but still wants to read
“Emily and I are friends. We worked it out. And when we landed in Cleveland–”
“Wait. How did you two work it out?”
“It’s not important.”
“It might be.”
“It really isn’t.”
In truth, JJ didn’t want to tell Dr. Ochoa for another reason. It was important. Maybe. She thinks it was important. It sure felt important.
Anyway, she didn’t tell her because it was too much to get into. Dr. Ochoa may know about Voit, the most recent cases, and her husband dying. But there’s a lot she doesn’t know. She doesn’t know about the twenty years of maybe something more than friendship, the glances that lingered a second too long, the brushes of each other’s hands that felt like a shock of electricity.
And she sure doesn’t know about Paris. Nobody knows about Paris. Nobody but JJ and Emily.
But that’s not what this is about. Paris was a goodbye, a way to show Emily how much she’d miss her while she was away. But this? This was different. Not a goodbye, but a greeting of the person she could become.
And they never talked about Paris when Emily got back. She had a feeling that they’d be talking about time one again. And again and again.
“JJ, come with me,” Emily said when JJ mentioned talking to the unsub that day. Furrowing her brow, she follows Emily into her office. She shuts the door behind her, leaving the two standing in the middle of the room.
“Absolutely not,” Emily says sternly.
“Emily, you can’t just–”
“I said no. You’re not ready, end of the story,” Emily says, and walks out of the office, leaving JJ to watch as she leaves.
JJ almost calls out her name, but decides against it. Instead, she comes up with a plan. While the team talks in the conference room, JJ walks to the jet, closing herself in the small bathroom. She waits until she hears Emily’s voice to come out.
“What are you doing?”
“Coming with you,” JJ says, hiding her hands in the sleeve of her sweater.
“Can you guys give us a second?”
The team gets off the jet, avoiding looking at the two women. JJ approaches Emily, hardly meeting her eyes.
“Okay, make your case,” Emily says with a small shake of her head. “Why are you coming?”
“Because I have to.”
“I need more than that.”
“Emily,” JJ says, in that charged way she saves for occasions like this, “you told me to prioritize myself, and that’s what I’m doing. I am prioritizing myself and I need to get back to work. Okay? I need it.”
Emily sighs, considering it for a second, before she relents, telling the team to get on the jet. The whole team, including JJ.
What JJ could do is tell Dr. Ochoa that the moment on the jet was their way of making up. But she knew Ochoa would say that it’s not an adequate way to make up. It would also be a lie.
Because the truth is that they didn’t make up until that night, when Emily knocked on the door of her hotel room.
JJ was already in her pajamas, hair tied up from her earlier shower. It almost startled her to hear the two knocks, but the pattern was familiar, the same knock Emily always used to show it was her. She sighs, throwing the case file she’d been studying on the desk beside the bed.
She opens the door, waiting for Emily to speak.
“May I come in?”
JJ nods, stepping to the side. She closes the door, crossing her arms as she waits for Emily to explain her visit.
Clasping her hands in front of her, she sighs, meeting JJ’s gaze. “We have to talk about it.”
JJ purses her lips, looking down at her feet. “Look–”
“No, JJ, you have to think about yourself. This isn’t good for you.”
“And how would you know? You don’t understand how I feel, you could never–”
She freezes when Emily reaches out and grabs her arm.
They meet each other’s gaze, and there’s that feeling again, the same one that’s been chasing them for almost two decades now. JJ takes in a quick breath. If the room weren’t so silent, Emily wouldn’t have heard it. But she did.
Emily breaks the silence. “I know I can’t understand how you feel. But I want to.”
“You don’t want to, Emily. And I don’t want you to understand. Just let me do what I need to do.”
“Yes, I do,” Emily says firmly. “I’ve been your best friend for twenty years now. Can you just stop bottling it all up this one time?”
“Bottling it up?”
“Yes. You’re hiding from your feelings, just like you always do.”
“Oh, really? Like when?”
“I can think of a few times. Should we start with Paris?”
“Don’t, Emily.”
“I will, and I am. Because for twenty years now–”
“Stop,” JJ says, loud enough to actually make Emily listen. “Please, don’t do this right now.”
“Then when? Because you had an excuse for a while, but Will is gone, and you can’t keep running from this.”
“Don’t talk about him.” JJ pushes her hair back, pacing the room. “That’s not what this is about.”
“This is what it’s always been about. And you know that as well as I do.”
JJ huffs, tilting her head to the side. She has nothing to say to that, because she knows Emily is right. “I don’t want to talk about this,” she says as she approaches Emily again, standing closer than before.
“We’re talking about it. It has to happen.”
JJ looks right in her eyes. “No, Emily. I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Oh.”
They stand frozen in place, waiting for the other to make the first first. JJ’s the one to step forward, and JJ’s hands instantly go to her face, capturing her lips in a deep kiss.
In Paris, it was quick, the passion of a moment on their kisses. But this is slow, the passion of the last two decades all bursting at the seams.
Time seems to stop for them, at least until Emily has to pull back to take a breath. She rests her head on JJ’s forehead, placing her hands on her lower back.
“I’m sorry,” Emily says.
“What?”
“About how we’ve been treating you. How I’ve been treating you. I shouldn’t have told you what to do like that.”
JJ nods.
“Can you forgive me?”
“I can,” JJ says, “and I can think of one way that you can make it up to me.”
“Yeah? And what’s that?”
JJ’s grin says it without words. Emily grins back, going back in for another kiss.
With a giggle, JJ pulls her over to the bed by her belt. In that moment, she’s glad Emily is still wearing her work clothes for an easy way to get her on the mattress— even if she’s sure it’d be pretty easy even if she didn’t have a way to physically pull her over. They both fall on the bed facing each other, legs tangling as they deepen the kiss.
JJ rolls over so she’s straddling Emily’s lap. She quickly makes work of unbuttoning her shirt, pulling it off to reveal her bra. She greedily takes in the view, biting her bottom lip as her fingers trace the edge of her bra.
She takes it off, reverently trailing her hands over Emily’s tits. It’s unusual to see Emily speechless, but all her words are gone as JJ trails her hands from her breasts to the waist of her pants, taking her belt off.
She runs her thumb along the skin just above the waistband, inadvertently teasing Emily.
“Are you just going to stare, or are you going to take them off?”
Her comment has a small laugh leaving JJ’s lips, but she doesn’t argue, simply sliding her pants and underwear down her legs.
Again, JJ takes the time to just look at her. She didn’t have time to just look in Paris, but now she does. She has all the time in the world.
Emily sits up, taking JJ’s oversized shirt off. JJ lets her, but then pushes her back to the bed. “You first. I’ve waited long enough to have you.”
Emily smiles, letting JJ push her down. “Whatever you say.”
JJ trails kisses from her collarbone until she reaches her hip bone. She kneels on the edge of the bed, hooking one of Emily’s legs around her waist.
Her index finger goes to Emily’s core, slowly gathering down the wetness that’s starting to pool.
“Pretty,” JJ murmurs.
Emily writhes beneath her touches. She knows JJ doesn’t mean to tease, but she can’t help but want more as JJ explores her body.
“JJ, please.”
“Sorry, sorry,” she says, finally pushing two fingers into Emily.
Emily’s jaw drops, producing a low moan. A small smile plays on JJ’s face when she hears the sound, thrusting her fingers deeper.
She leans down, giving her clit a tentative lick. When Emily moans again, JJ takes that as encouragement to keep it up.
She lays on her stomach between Emily’s legs, trying to balance the motion of her tongue and her fingers.
She’ll get more practice, Emily thinks, hoping this isn’t a one time thing. And from JJ’s enthusiasm, she’s pretty sure it won’t be.
As Emily starts to wriggle her hips, JJ starts to have a harder time finding the balance between her mouth and hands. She decides to just work with her fingers, figuring she’s done it on herself enough times to transfer her skills to the other woman. JJ pulls back, just using her hands so she can completely focus. She studies Emily’s face, memorizing the spots that have her moaning the loudest.
Her fingers find the spongy spot inside Emily, and she curls them.
“Right there,” Emily says, hips bucking.
“Here?” JJ curls her fingers again.
The motion makes Emily cry out, wrapping her other leg around JJ’s hips. JJ lets out a breath, smiling as she feels the clenching around her fingers.
“Gonna come,” Emily whispers out. Usually she lasts longer, but something about finally getting JJ between her legs has her already on the edge.
“Then come,” JJ says, working her fingers slightly faster.
As usual, Emily can’t resist her words, falling over the edge.
JJ is nothing short of mesmerized, watching intently as Emily’s core flutters around her fingers. She doesn’t even realize it when Emily starts whimpering from the overstimulation of being filled, at least until Emily grips her wrist to stop her.
JJ takes the hint, hands coming to either side of Emily’s shoulders as she leans down for a kiss. Emily’s hands take her hair out of the messy bun before finding a home around her waist.
She pushes JJ up so she’s on her knees, hovering. Emily slides her pants down, then guides her to hover over her face.
“Sit,” Emily commands.
“Are you sure? I—“
“JJ, I have never been more sure of anything in my life.”
JJ laughs softly, eliciting a laugh from Emily. They both spend a few moments laughing, just savoring the moment, before Emily grips her hips, squeezing the soft flesh.
JJ knows what she means, and sits down slowly, placing her hands over Emily’s. They lace their fingers together, JJ gripping her hands tighter when Emily’s mouth makes contact with her core.
She lets out a small whimper, eyes rolling back. Emily’s tongue pushes into her, causing her to squeeze her thighs around Emily’s head. Emily can’t complain. Even if she suffocated, she’d die a happy woman.
Emily only brings herself to unlace her fingers when JJ’s hips start to roll, grasping them to keep her in place. She can feel the muscles in JJ’s thighs flexing whenever her tongue brushes against her clit. She hums into JJ’s pussy, causing another whimper from the blonde.
It’s clear to JJ that Emily’s had far more experience doing this than she does. Not that JJ minds, which is made obvious from the way her hand reaches to grip the hair of the girl beneath her. And she’s far from insecure about her inexperience. They’ve known each other too long to be shy around each other. Besides, she’s more than happy to volunteer for more lessons with Emily.
After a few minutes of switching between circling her tongue around her clit and pressing it inside her heat, she hears JJ’s whimpers turn into moans. As her hips start to rock faster, more than her grip can stop, she knows she’s close.
Her tongue works harder over her folds, coaxing her into her release. JJ grips the headboard, leaning forward as she comes.
It’s a better view than Emily could’ve imagined even in her wildest dreams: JJ eyes are closed, mouth open as she cries out, leaning over Emily just so her breasts are right in her eye line.
Emily moans into her, making JJ produce another whine. She rolls off of her, leaning back against the headboard.
“You’re good at that,” JJ says through ragged breaths.
Emily laughs softly, sitting up beside her. She leans in for another kiss. It starts softer, simply a gesture of appreciation for the pleasure, but it quickly turns heated again.
Emily pushes JJ down on her back, and pulls one of her legs up. She leans back onto her elbows, slotting one leg beneath JJ’s as the other hooks around her thigh so their cores are pressed against each other.
JJ sucks in a breath, hands gripping the sheets as she mindlessly starts to rut her hips against Emily’s.
Emily moves with more purpose, rolling her hips so her pussy rubs against JJ’s. She can feel the wetness dripping down her thighs, and she doesn’t know if it’s hers or the blonde’s. Most likely, it’s a mix of both.
JJ’s back arches, displaying her tits perfectly for Emily’s view. Emily groans, planting the foot of her bent leg on the mattress so she has more leverage to rub against JJ.
“God, Em.”
“I know,” Emily breathes out.
JJ moves even faster, driven by the need for pleasure. Emily’s practiced motion goes out the window, matching JJ’s chase for release.
They both lose themselves in their pleasure, rutting against each other with nothing on their minds but each other. Through it all, their heads keep looking up, searching for the other’s eyes. The room echoes with moans and cries of each other’s names.
Eventually, JJ falls over the edge, collapsing from her elbows onto her back. The pulsing of her heat against Emily’s core has Emily following after her.
Both women lay on their backs, legs still tangled as they try to catch their breaths.
The first to recover is Emily, and she crawls over to JJ, lying beside her. JJ instantly rests her head on her chest, wrapping her legs around Emily’s thigh.
“Wow,” JJ says quietly.
“Wow is right,” Emily says as she wraps JJ into a tight hug.
“Would you ever… want to do that again?”
Emily smiles softly. “Very much so.”
“I’ve wanted to do that for a long time.”
“I know.”
“Do you think… I’m betraying Will?”
“No. I think he’d want you to be happy. He got to make you happy for eighteen years. Now it’s my turn to take over. He would want someone to take care of you, knowing how our job is.”
JJ looks up at her, their eyes meeting for what must be the hundredth time that night. “Do you really think that?”
“I do. You deserve to be happy. You've lost too many people in your life to not have someone who stays. I want to be that person.” She pauses for a moment. “And I think you’ve loved me for too long to keep pretending you don’t.”
JJ goes silent, more than aware that her words are right.
They lay in silence for a moment, content in the afterglow and heat that begins to fade as the moment goes on.
“Have I made it up to you?”
JJ lets out a laugh. “Of course you have,” she says, snuggling impossibly closer. “And I’m going to hold you to this method the next time you have to make something up to me.”
“Please do.”
author's note: guys my first jemily fic omg! i'm delusionally convinced the are soft launching jemily and they'll be together by next season. anyway this was super fun to write so if anyone has any more jemily requests (or other characters) pls send them in 🫶
