Emily tried her best to resist her subordinate. She knew better than to get caught up in a workplace relationship. Despite that, she often found herself staring at her long blonde hair, plump lips, and milky white skin. Her favorite thing to see was the flush that would spread across her cheeks when she caught her staring. Emily was a good enough profiler to know that JJ felt something for her as well. She also knew that both of them were trying their hardest not to give in to the burning desire.
JJ tried her best to resist her superior. She knew it was wrong to cross the line with her boss. Yet she still found herself staring at Emily’s gray hair cascading over her shoulders. She always found Emily attractive but when she stopped dying her hair something clicked inside JJ. A strong desire for her started growing in her lower belly. She fantasized about her as she touched herself at night. JJ figured that Emily also had a crush on her, but they stayed away from each other, afraid their resolves could possibly crumble.
However, this all changed when the team took a case in Colorado. The hotel was small and booked up. The team would end up having to share rooms. A slight blush spread on EMily’s cheeks at the thought. Since she was in charge, she could delegate the rooming. An evil thought consumed her and despite herself, she said, “Rossi, you can have your own room. Lewis and Garcia together, Alvez can room by himself, and JJ, you’re with me.”
Heat spread across JJ’s face, her entire body panicking for a moment. She swears that Emily winked at her when she said that. Anticipation consumes every fiber Jennifer and Emily. The voice in the back of their heads telling them to resist quiets slightly.
The case drags on, more bodies dropping with no leads. The stress of the case was getting to all the BAU team members, sleep tugging on their eyes. “Alright guys, we are getting nowhere. Let’s head to bed and we’ll start fresh tomorrow,” Emily says to the team. They head to their hotel rooms, reading for some rest.
Emily walks into the room as JJ follows. They both notice there is only one bed in the room. “I’ll sleep on the floor,” Emily says, avoiding eye contact.
“There’s no reason for you to do that, Em.”
“We both know the reason,” Emily says, looking into JJ’s eyes for the first time. Emily swears she could dive right into the deep blue waters that make up her bright eyes.
JJ pauses for a moment, reaching her hand out and brushing Emily’s shoulder. Chills cascade down Emily’s spine, electricity sparking from the heat of her touch. “We can’t,” Emily says, pulling away. Emily walks over to the small desk in the corner of the hotel room, delving into the case.
“I’m going to shower then,” JJ says. Emily ignores her, continuing to work. Emily listens as the water turns on. She tries to concentrate but her mind keeps drifting back to JJ, the warm water drifting down her soft, supple skin, following the natural curves of her body. She bites her lip. “Snap out of it, Emily,” she whispers to herself.
She hears the water turn off and the bathroom door open. She turns subtly, watching out of her peripheral as JJ walks to her suitcase, wrapped in a white towel. Water drips down her body, pooling at her feet. It’s hard for Emily to look away from the beauty in her hotel room. “Forgot my underwear,” JJ says, tiptoeing back into the bathroom. Emily quickly looks away, not wanting to give in to her desires.
There’s a knock on the door and Emily answers it. “The extra bedding you requested, ma’am,” the maid says, handing her a pile of blankets.
“Thank you.” Emily takes the blankets and sets up a bed for herself on the floor. No matter how much JJ tempted her, she was determined not to give in. She was the boss and she has a job to do. Her oath comes before everything, even if that means her own happiness is halted.
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Emily wakes up on the floor, her back sore. Sunlight pours through the blinds. “Good morning, sleepy head. I was gonna wake you but you just looked so cute,” JJ says, still laying in bed.
A slight blush paints Emily’s cheeks. “What time is it?” Emily asks, her morning voice deeper.
“It’s only 8:30.”
“Crap,” Emily shouts, jumping up. “I told the officers I would meet with them at 7.” Emily quickly jumps into a pair of pants and buttons up a dress shirt.
“It’s ok. It’s ok. I told them you would be late.”
“I’m the Unit Chief, Jennifer. I can’t be late. I can’t sleep in. I can’t believe you did this,” Emily scoffs.
“This is exactly why I did this. Look how tense you are, Emily. You’re so stressed, you haven’t been able to relax in so long and you can tell.
“Whatever,” Emily says, slamming the door behind her and heading to the police station.
The day drags on, Emily’s anger toward JJ only intensifying. No progress had been made on catching the unsub, adding to Emily’s stress. She’s been hard on herself lately, feeling as if she’s not capable of being Unit Chief. She knows what JJ said this morning holds some merit. She’s been compartmentalizing, the stress building up quickly.
Emily heads back to the hotel room defeated, hours after the others already left. She’s been searching for a way to relieve her stress with no luck. She opens the door to her hotel room and sees JJ naked, fresh out of the shower. Desire shoots to her core. “Sorry, I-I, sorry,” Emily spits out, quickly shutting the door and closing her eyes.
“Sorry, I didn’t know when you would be back. The coast is all clear,” JJ says, “You can open your eyes now.”
Emily slowly opens her eyes, seeing JJ wrapped in a towel. She stares at her legs, the image of the wrapped around her head flashes through her mind. Suddenly, she is reminded of the anger she’s been harboring for JJ all day. “I wanted to talk to you about this morning,” Emily says, a sternness in her voice that wasn’t present before. “Never, ever do that again. Do you understand? I am the boss and you are the subordinate. Your job is to listen and do as you're told. Do you understand?”
“Yes…yes ma’am,” JJ stutters. “I’m just trying to do what’s best for you. Can’t the subordinate care about her boss?” Emily stays silent “You need a way to relieve all the stress you’re feeling. I can practically see it all weighing down on your shoulders.” JJ slowly walks towards her, dropping her towel to the floor. Emily stares agape, admiring the beautiful curves and swells of her body. At that moment, Emily swears JJ must have been hand-crafted by the gods, brought to this earth to spread beauty and wonder. “My eyes are up here, Emily.” JJ now stands in front of her, only a few inches separating them.
JJ rests her hand on Emily’s cheek. They look each other in the eyes, trying to communicate everything that’s being unsaid. JJ’s thumb tugs on Emily’s bottom lip. Anticipation and burning desire consumes the women. JJ leans in, her lips a whisper on Emily’s. Their lips connect in a burning passion, Emily grabs onto JJ’s face, trying to consume as much as she can. Their teeth bump together, but they don’t care. The built-up tension of waiting and denial consumes them, burning a fire between them. Emily feels the wetness pooling in her core.
JJ pushes Emily’s legs apart, still not separating from the kiss. JJ shoves her thigh between and Emily instantly starts searching for friction. She grinds on her thigh, the friction of their jeans going straight to her core. JJ swallows the beautiful moan Emily lets out.
Suddenly, Emily stills, pulling back. “We-we can’t do this. I’m your boss for fuck’s sake. This is wrong.”
JJ brushes her hand down Emily’s body, gently cupping her breast on the way down. “Tell me you don’t want this and I will stop.” Her hand inches closer to her core. “You need to give up your control. Let me help take care of all that stress you’re feeling. Let me help you feel good,” JJ whispers seductively into her ear. Her fingers apply gentle pressure to her clit through her pants. Her body reflexively leans towards her, searching for more.
“I-I-I want this,” Emily says, barely above a whisper. At her words, JJ throws her onto the bed. They smash their lips together as JJ straddles her. JJ rips off Emily’s top, buttons flying across the hotel room. Neither of them cares. They are so focused on each other, on what they are craving, on what they need. Emily tears her bra off, exposing her tits to the cold air, her nipples pebbling.
Emily grabs onto JJ’s waist as they continue to make out. JJ suddenly stops and pulls her hands off her. “Did I say you could touch me?”
“No.”
“Exactly. You can only do what I say.”
“Yes ma’am.” JJ takes Emily’s hands and pins them above her head, deepening the kiss.
“Are you going to be a good girl?”
Emily whimpers at her words, desperately searching for friction. “Yes, I promise. Please fuck me.”
JJ giggles.” Well, since you asked so politely.” JJ pulls Emily's pants down, along with her underwear. “Look how fucking soaked you are. Are you this wet just for me?”
“Yes ma’am,” Emily whines, desperate for JJ’s fingers. JJ swipes her tongue through her folds and moans in delight.
“Fuck, you taste heavenly. You need to try.” JJ runs her fingers through her folds, avoiding the spot Emily craves the most, coating her fingers in her arousal. “Open.” Emily obeys JJ’s command and JJ shoves her fingers in her mouth. Emily swirls her tongue around her fingers and moans at the taste of herself. Suddenly, JJ shoves her fingers back further, making Emily gag. An evil smile dances across her face. “You’re all mine. Do you understand that?”
“Yes, ma’am. I’m all yours. Only yours.”
“That’s right. Good girl.” Without warning, JJ shoves two fingers inside Emily’s dripping wet cunt. She quickly finds her g-spot, rubbing it intensely. Emily moans into JJ’s shoulder, biting it to stay quiet. In, out, in, out JJ’s fingers go, the obscene sound of wetness filling the room. JJ is still ignoring Emily’s clit, keeping her right on the edge of an orgasm.
“I need to come. Please make me come,” Emily begs.
“You’re going to have to do better than that,” JJ demands and she increases the pumps of her fingers. JJ licks around Emily’s nipple, slowly bringing it into her mouth and sucking. She bites it and a sharp pain of pleasure shoots through Emily.
“Fuck, JJ. Please make me come. I need you to make me come. You own me. Please make me come.”
“That’s right I own you,” JJ says, nipping at her skin as she makes her way toward her core. JJ wraps her lips around the swollen bud that is begging for attention. Still pumping her fingers in and out, JJ starts sucking on Emily’s clit. Her legs instantly start shaking, wrapping tighter around JJ’s head. JJ pulls a strangled moan from the beautiful woman spread wide on the bed. JJ traces circles around her clit, applying slight pressure.
“Fuck, I’m-I-I’m close,” Emily moans, growing stiff from all the pleasure flowing through her body. JJ increases the pace of her fingers on her g-spot and sucks on her clit. She feels Emily clench around her fingers.
“Not yet. You come when I tell you to come.”
“Fuck.” Emily’s moans and whimpers fill the room as JJ continues to edge her on. JJ feels Emily trying to hold back her orgasm. She slaps her clit once, twice, three times as Emily screams.
“Come. Come now.” Emily goes blind as pleasure rips through her. Her entire body is shaking uncontrollably as JJ’s fingers don’t let up, extending her orgasm.
“Fuck,” Emily screams, writhing in pleasure on the bed.
“That’s it. That’s my good girl,” JJ says as she lets up, seeing that Emily is overstimulated.
Emily smashes her lips against JJ. “Thank you,” she mumbles between kisses. Emily drags her hand toward JJ’s dripping core. She feels her arousal covering her thighs.
“Emily,” JJ admonishes. “This was for you. Not me. Another time,” JJ says, just as breathless as Emily. They wrap themselves under the warm comforter, Emily feeling remarkably stress-free. They cuddle under the warm covers, still out of breath. “Why did we wait for so long?” Emily asks breathlessly with a content smile on her face.
“If I’d known you would have given in so easily, I would’ve tried this months ago,” JJ says through a laugh. Emily playfully slaps her, happy to drift off to sleep without thinking about murder and dead bodies.