Torn

I walked into class, my eyes instantly focusing on a young blonde. She wore ripped skinny jeans and a tight white crop top, accentuating her small waist. My heart skipped a beat as I took in her beauty. I watched as she chatted with the people around her, eventually taking a seat at the front of the class. I rushed to get a seat beside her, smiling at her as I sat down. Her eyes were a deep sparkling blue and I felt my breath hitch in my throat as I dove into them. “Hi, I’m Jennifer Jareau, but you can call me JJ,” she said, noticing me staring.

“Emily Prentiss,” I said with a wide grin. I notice her eyes fixate on my low-cut top. We nodded at each other as the professor entered the classroom. He was a rather tall man with short black hair, lightly gelled back. I could see his muscles ripple under the white button-up, the sleeves slightly rolled up, revealing a rather toned arm. As much as I hate to admit it, he is rather attractive. My daddy issues are screaming right now. He glances up at me and makes direct eye contact. My heart skips a beat and I look away quickly.

“Hello everyone. My name is Professor Hotchner; I expect that you address me as such. Welcome to Criminal Justice 101. In this class, you will learn about the criminal justice system, including criminal court proceedings as well as criminology….” I found myself getting distracted by the beautiful girl to the left of me, drowning out the words of my professor. JJ quickly turned her head towards me and winked. Butterflies instantly filled my stomach, a light blush covering my cheeks. My gaze eventually shifted to her hands lightly tapping on the desk, thinking about what they could do to me. I was pulled from my thoughts when Professor Hotchner said my name.

“What?” I asked cluelessly.

“I asked if you were paying attention, but I guess your response answers my question. You’re not off to a good start, Miss Prentiss. See me after class,” he said sternly in a deep voice. My heart pounded out of my chest, anxiety splashing over me. I started to bite my nails, afraid of what he was going to say to me after class.

The class went by quickly, my anxiety only compounding on itself. “Alright, class dismissed. And don’t forget, Miss Prentiss, I still would like to speak with you.”

“Good luck,” JJ says, giving me a sympathetic look.

“Thanks,” I say with a forced smile, my nerves getting the best of me. I pack up my things and watch as the last student exits the classroom. “Hello sir,” I said, nervously standing in front of his desk, his focus directed towards a handful of papers.

“I expected much better out of you, Miss Prentiss,” he says, his voice unwavering.

“I’m sorry, sir. I just found myself getting a little distracted.”

“I could say the same thing,” he says, still not looking up.

“Pardon me, Professor?”

“Please, call me Hotch,” he says, finally making eye contact. I watch as his eyes flick down over my body, lingering on my chest. I feel a light heat pool between my legs. Really, Emily. This is not the time. His eyes darken and I can’t put my finger on what exactly he is thinking. He licks his bottom lip and continues the conversation. “I was just saying, your beauty is rather distracting. I don’t mean to be inappropriate at all, I’m just being honest with you.”

I feel a blush creep up on my cheeks, excitement with a hint of embarrassment filling my body. Fuck it. I lean over his desk slightly, allowing him to get a good look at my cleavage. I notice him swallow thickly as he grips his papers tighter, slightly crumpling them up. A voice comes from the hall, “Aaron, are you in here?” I instantly stand up straight and look down to the floor.

“Yeah,” he responds simply.

A tall brown-haired woman walks in, carrying a handful of papers. “I was wondering if you wanted to get lun-” she stops mid-sentence, finally looking up and noticing I am here. “Oh, sorry. I didn’t realize you were meeting with a student.”

“Oh no, it’s fine, Gail. Don’t worry about it.” He shifts his gaze to me. “Miss Prentiss, we will continue this conversation tomorrow. You are dismissed.”

“Thank you, sir,” I say, leaving him with a wink. I notice his brown eyes darken with desire. I knew exactly what I was doing and I didn’t give a fuck. I walked out of his classroom, making sure to add extra wiggle to my walk. I smirked as I made my way back to my dorm.

I was lucky enough to have a two-person dorm to myself, although occasionally I missed the company a roommate could provide. I flopped down on my bed, thinking about the interaction I just had with my professor. “He totally wants to fuck me,” I said talking to myself. Lost in my thoughts, I could feel a gentle heat pool between my legs. My hand slowly made its way to my center. I gently rubbed my clit, thinking about Hotch’s big hands choking me as he fucks me into tomorrow. My thoughts suddenly jumped to JJ, her pretty little mouth eating me out. I could feel a knot build up in my stomach, the familiar feeling of an orgasm approaching. Suddenly, my entire body stiffened and started to shake. I continued to rub my clit as I came down from my high. Well, that was certainly a new experience. Here I was, cumming, thinking about two people I just met. What the fuck is wrong with me? I push my thoughts down as I slowly drift off to sleep, tired from a long day of classes.

I woke up to the sound of my alarm blaring, already dreading the idea of class. I force myself up and head to my closet to pick something to wear. I flip through my tops, looking for something low-cut to continue the conversation with Hotch. I can’t believe I’m doing this. I feel pathetic throwing myself at my professor. I finally settle on a sage green v-neck t-shirt and a tan plaid skirt. I make sure to put on my best push-up bra and matching thong. I do minimal makeup as my coffee starts to brew. I pour it into a canteen and make my way across campus.

I walk into Criminal Justice 101 and instantly feel Hotch’s eyes on me. I give him a slight smile as I make my way to my desk. JJ is hunched over her desk, a somber look in her eye. I take a seat and gently tap her on the shoulder. “Hey, what’s wrong?” I ask concerned.

“Well, my roommate kicked me out of our dorm because she wants her boyfriend to live with her.” I could see the tears built up in her eyes, begging to come out. She must have been pretty close friends with her roomie.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry. Do you have any other place to live?”

“No, and that’s why I’m so upset. She was like a sister to me, but I guess I never really mattered to her.”

“Hey,” I said slightly louder, getting a brilliant idea. “I live by myself. You can come stay with me.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to be a burden.”

“I’m 100% sure. Come live with me.”

“Oh, thank you so much,” JJ says, her eyes instantly brightening up. She reaches out to give me a hug and smell her hair, a delectable mix of rose and vanilla. She gently kisses my cheek, once again expressing her gratitude.

Heat rises in my cheeks, flustering me for half a second. “It’s not a problem at all. We can get your stuff and have you moved in by the end of the day.”

“Attention class,” a loud, booming voice shouts. Our attention is automatically turned to the professor as he starts class. I spent most of the class lost in thought, thinking about all the possibilities that could come out of JJ moving in with me. She looked over at me several times, a big bright smile plastered on her face. It warmed my insides. Class ended as quickly as it started. I packed my things as I was starting to leave with JJ when Hotch called my name. “Miss Prentiss, don’t forget that we need to continue yesterday’s conversation.

I looked at JJ, worry in her eyes. “Hey, it’s ok. Just wait in the hall, I’ll be right out.” She smiled, nodding in understanding. I watched her walk out, biting my lip. “You like her, don’t you?” Hotch says, pulling me out of my daydream.

I feel the heat rise to my cheeks, embarrassment flooding me. “Umm, yes, sir, I do,” I say rather timidly.

“And you like me too,” he says, stepping closer to me, us mere inches apart. I gulp and nod my head, unable to speak. “You wore this for me, didn’t you?” His eyes flick to my cleavage. I nod my head again. He grabs my waist, forcefully pulling me up against him. I feel a slight bulge growing in his pants and my stomach drops. He gently grabs my chin, tilting my head so I’m looking directly into his eyes. His other hand drifts down to my ass, gently squeezing. I moan softly. He suddenly lets go of me and sits back down at his desk. “Until tomorrow, then. You are dismissed,” he says, breaking eye contact.

I walk out of the classroom in a confused daze, unable to fully comprehend what just happened. “Are you ok?” JJ asks with concern when I meet her in the hallway. “You look pretty flustered. What was that about?”

“Oh, nothing. Just about me not paying attention yesterday,” I lie. “Let’s get your stuff and move in,” I suggest, breaking out of my daze. I push all my questions down and focus on JJ, the beautiful woman with whom I get to live.

“Ok,” she says eagerly, a slight pip in her step. We gather what few boxes JJ had and start to make our way to my dorm, keeping the conversation light. “So, where did you grow up?”

“I didn’t really grow up in one place per se. My mom is an ambassador so I mainly grew up in France not too far away from Paris.”

“What!? That’s so cool. I bet you had an amazing childhood,” she says starry-eyed.

“It was actually the exact opposite. My mom was never really there for me so I grew up pretty fast, fell into the wrong crowd, and made some pretty bad mistakes.”

“Oh, I didn’t know. I’m sorry.”

“Hey, it’s ok,” I said, tilting her chin up towards me. We look into each other’s eyes, both thinking the same thing. We start to lean closer to each other, my hand never leaving her chin. A distant car horn makes us both jump. We start to walk again, breaking up the moment. Was that actually about to happen?

We finally arrive at my dorm. “Just let me move my stuff around so you have room for your stuff.”

“Yeah, no problem,” she says, setting her boxes down on the floor. I get to work clearing what will be her half of the dorm. I am suddenly plagued by guilty thoughts. I’m actually flirting with two people right now. What the fuck is wrong with me? I am the literal definition of bi-panic.

After a long night, JJ has her side of the room mostly organized. “Hey, I’m gonna take a quick shower,” she says, pulling me out of my thoughts.

“Ok, sounds good. I’m gonna run down to the dining hall for some food. Do you want anything?”

“Can you get me some fries? I promise I’ll pay you back.”

“Yeah, no problem. And you don’t have to pay me back, JJ.”

“Thank you,” she shouts as I exit our room. I quickly make my way across campus to the dining hall. I grab a thing of fries from JJ and a chicken sandwich for me. I start on the journey back to my dorm, eating my sandwich on the way. I walk into our dorm as I am met with the sight of a dripping-wet Jennifer Jareau. “Oh, I didn’t realize you would be back so soon,” she says, not making any attempt to cover up. My eyes wander down her body, taking in her curves. I bite my lip, trying to contain my desires. “What?” she asks with a puzzling look in her eye.

“I- it’s just that your fucking hot, JJ,” the words escaping my mouth before I can stop myself. I blush slightly at my forwardness.

“I could say the same thing about you, Emily,” she says, taking a step towards me. I subconsciously grip my thighs together, longing for any possible friction I could get, wetness pooling at my center. JJ notices as her eyes cloud with lust. I suddenly grab her throat, applying slight pressure as I slam her up against the wall. Our lips viciously smash together. I swipe my tongue on her bottom lip, asking for permission. She gladly obliges and our tongues fight for dominance. JJ grabs my shirt and pulls it off me, her hands running over my boobs. Chills scatter all over my body as I react to her delicate touch. I push her onto her bed, my hand making its way to her ass. She yelps as I grab it. I finally break the kiss to admire her naked body, spread out just for me.

“Are you sure?” I ask, not wanting to ruin the friendship we have created, especially since we are now living together.

She looks up at me, her face glazed over. “Ummm actually, I have a boyfriend. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner,” she rambles as I get off over her, suddenly feeling very exposed. I search around the room for my clothes as she continues to talk. “Honestly, I thought I was straight until I first saw you. It was just something about your amazing body and your perfect tits. Oh god, your tits. And I deliberately didn’t tell you I had a boyfriend because secretly I was hoping for something like this to happen. But now I realize how fucked up that sounds and I don’t even know anymore. I’m sorry,” she says, finally taking a breath.

“Hey, it's ok. Shit happens. We’re fine,” I say, throwing her clothes.

“No, the thing is, Emily, shit like this doesn’t just happen. I mean, I felt something. Something I’ve never felt before. I don’t even know how to explain it. And now I probably just fucked up our friendship and I-” I cut her off with a deep kiss, my hand settling on her cheek.

“Sorry, I knew that would be the only way to shut you up.” A sly grin spreads across my face. “How about I just give you some space and let you figure everything out? Until then, we are totally ok. Don’t even worry about it. I’m gonna hop in the shower now.” JJ nods in response.

I turn on the hot water, stepping in when steam starts to fill the bathroom. I start to wash my hair, my brain sorting through the events of the evening. The softness of her lips remains on mine. Fuck, JJ is so hot. Like goddamn. I push the thoughts aside, not wanting to make JJ any more uncomfortable than she already is. My thoughts then drift to Professor Hotchner. His hands on my ass felt amazing; his possessiveness of me feeding into my daddy issues. I finish my shower and get dressed. I walk out of the bathroom and hear soft sobs coming from JJ’s side of the room. “JJ?”

“Yeah,” she says sniffling.

“What’s wrong?”

“I feel like such a dumbass. I mean, what did I think would happen if I moved in with you? I knew exactly what I wanted. And I shouldn’t have wanted that in the first place. Now I’m all sorts of fucked up. I’m sorry, Emily. I never meant for any of this to happen.” At this point, she is full-on sobbing, tears streaming down her face as she tries to contain herself.

“JJ, it’s ok. I promise.” I sit on the side of her bed, rubbing her arm in an effort to comfort her. “We can forget this ever happened.”

“See, that’s the thing. I don’t think I want to forget what happened,” JJ says, choking on her words.

“How about you just get some sleep? We’ll talk about this later,” I recommend, starting to get off her bed.

“No, stay with me, please,” she says, looking deep into my eyes. I reluctantly lay down beside her, wrapping my arm around her chest. I listen to her heartbeat as we both fall asleep.

I slowly wake up, greeted by the sunlight pouring in through the curtains. I turn over and watch JJ’s chest rise and fall as she breathes, still deep in slumber. I sigh at the site of her beauty and grace. At that moment, I know instantly that the cat-and-mouse game going on between Hotch and me needs to end. Despite the fact that JJ has a boyfriend, I still find myself being drawn into her orbit. I want to learn everything about her, and get to know her inside and out.

JJ’s eyes gently flutter as the sunlight pulls her from her rest. “Good morning,” she says in a groggy voice, making eye contact. I swear my heart will explode at that very moment. Without thinking I lean down and kiss her gently on her lips, inhaling her scent and trying to memorize exactly how her lips feel on mine. JJ leans into me, deepening the kiss. Logic creeps into my brain and I suddenly pull away.

“I’m sorry. We shouldn’t be doing this. You have a boyfriend. And I told you that nothing was going to happen. I’m sorry,” I ramble.

JJ looks at me for a moment, an unreadable expression plastered on her face. Her expression falling, she says, “I know. I’m sorry. That’s my fault. I didn’t pull away.” We stare at each other for a moment, both acutely aware that JJ is naked under the sheets.

“Let’s get ready for class,” I say, jumping out of bed, suddenly worried about what I am going to tell Professor Hotchner.

JJ and I enter Professor Hotchner’s lecture hall. I’m aware of my every movement, how close I am to JJ and the burning of Hotch’s staring eyes. I purposely threw on a hoodie and sweatpants to make myself more unappealing. I’m heading into class with the mission of ending it all before it can get too out of hand.

I zone out during lecture and before I know it, the class is over. “Do you wanna get lunch together, Emily?”

“Ummm…sure. Go ahead and wait in the hall. I have to talk to Hotch about something.” JJ gives me a puzzled look, shrugs her shoulders, and then walks out of the classroom. I walk towards the small desk that sits in the center of the room. “May I have a word, Professor?” I ask timidly.

“Of course, Emily. No need to be so formal with me,” he replies without looking up from his papers.

I clear my throat, gathering the strength to tell him. “So you know I like JJ, the girl I sit next to.” He finally looks up at me, listening to something he wasn’t expecting based on the shock on his face. “So I-I can’t do anything with you. I want to see how this plays out.”

His face falls. “Of course, Miss Prentiss,” he states simply. Spontaneity grips a hold of me and I press my lips to his. The kiss is harsh, yet I can tell he is holding back. His hands thread through my hair, pulling me deeper into him. Heat shoots to my core as I struggle to hold myself back. His strong embrace is comforting as he picks me up and sits me on the desk, all without breaking our kiss. I suddenly push him off of me, searching for air. I scan over his body, his chest rising and falling quickly in search of oxygen, a slight bulge in his dress pants.

“I’m sorry, Hotch. I meant what I said…for now.” I pull myself together and walk out into the hallway without looking back at him. I know if I look back, I won’t be able to stop myself again. I see JJ talking to a blonde-haired man.

“Emily, there you are,” JJ says in a high-pitched voice. “This is my boyfriend, Will.” My heart drops in my stomach. Great. This is just great.