Title: Firsts
Author: cmbfs
Rating: AO
Pairing: Prentiss/JJ
A/N: Anyway this ones a little different, hope ya like it. Oh yeah there is some smut in it, that should almost go without saying though.
Summary: The First Time...
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The first time they spoke. It was her orientation. She was excited and nervous. This was her dream job. This was the whole point of joining the F.B.I. Why she worked so hard at her old desk job. The B.A.U, it was always her final destination. She sat waiting; Agent Jareau was 10 minutes late. The door swung open and in walked a blur of heels, files, and blonde hair. Introductions were made. She told her to call her JJ. JJ ushered her out the door wanting to start things off with the tour. She talked the whole time they were walking. Occasionally she would look over and smile encouragingly, knowing how overwhelming first days were. They then moved on to policies and procedures. JJ had smiled and apologized in advance for the excruciatingly boring conversation they were about to have. That had made her laugh. Made her think that maybe JJ would be someone she could get along well with. A friend. She didn't make friends easily. She had trust issues. After they had finished policies and procedures JJ began telling her about the team. Gideon, Hotch, Reid, Morgan, and Penelope. There was something in her voice, something in the way she spoke about them. Affection, protectiveness….and then it came to her, loyalty. Complete and utter loyalty. That's when she knew. That's when Emily Prentiss knew that her and Agent Jennifer ‘JJ' Jareau would definitely become friends.
The first time she'd felt that spark. That attraction. Realized the knowledge that she thought of her, of JJ, in more than just a friendly way. They were on there way to another case. Another horrific crime scene. They'd been in the air for 45 minutes. The jet was nice but Emily had never been comfortable with flying, which was surprising considering all the travelling she did growing up. She began pacing, not being able to sit still any longer. When she looked up JJ was walking towards her, file in hand. Emily smiled. That's when it happened, the plane shook. It was small but noticeable. Before they could take their seats, they were hit full force with some nasty turbulence. JJ tumbled into Emily knocking her against the wall of the jet. They were chest to chest. Hips colliding. Thighs bumping. Arms bracing. Emily could feel the heat everywhere JJ's body was touching hers. A blush began to stain her cheeks. She looked into JJ's eyes and realized it might not be so one sided. Mumbled apologies were exchanged. Then an awkward silence filled the jet as an extraction of limbs began.
The first time they kissed. Cleveland, Ohio. A dark hotel hallway. Against the wall that separated their hotel room doors. The team had caught the unsub. Stopped him before there were any fatalities. That almost never happened. Celebrations were in order. The team gathered in the hotel bar. Drinks were shared. Conversations were had, work related and non-work related. JJ and Emily excused themselves, leaving the guys to their own devices. The walk back to their rooms was filled with constant chatter. Then it happened. JJ gave her no warning. There was wall against her back and JJ plastered against her front. They weren't drunk. They knew exactly what they were doing. They were finally doing what they had wanted to for so long. Tongues tracing lips. Begging for entrance. Both nervous at first. Hands tangled in hair. Lips sliding against each other. Opening for one another. Tongues were gentle at first. Teasing. Massaging. That quickly turned into something rougher, more passionate. Hips pushing, seeking any kind of contact. Thighs creating friction. Friction against intense heat. Hands then moved from grasping hair to groping breasts. Thumbs ran harshly across peaked nipples. Someone moaned. The spell was broken. What they were doing, and where they were doing it set in. They broke apart. Breathing ragged, cheeks flushed. They both looked around. Scanning the hallway to make sure no one had seen them. Convinced their kiss had gone unnoticed, they silently walked to their doors. Removing keys from pockets, they let themselves in. Both knowing that sleep would not be coming anytime soon.
The first time they had made love. It was in JJ's apartment. It was after a girl's night out with Garcia. Those nights were always filled with laughter. They were a welcome distraction from the things they saw on a daily basis. They'd ended up at JJ's place, not wanting the night to end. They'd barely made it through the door before hands were attacking clothes. Lips seeking lips. Tongues rough and duelling. They'd smashed into her end table, a hanging picture, and then stumbled through the hallway on their way to her bedroom. Neither one wanting to part, even for a second. They fell onto the bed, JJ straddling Emily. Shirts and bras were gone, lost somewhere along the way to the bedroom. Pants were being all but torn off. Finally they were skin to skin. Heat to heat. Hands never stopping. Travelling and touching everything they could. Full breasts and peaked nipples. Taut stomachs. Smooth thighs. Mouths tasted skin. Nibbled and teased along collar bones. Fingers sought out wetness. Sought out intense heat. Thrusting. In and out. Pleas were breathlessly uttered. Faster, harder, deeper, more, now, please. Orgasms were building. Movements were becoming wild. Breathing ragged and erratic. Sweat slicked skin touching in every place possible. Closer, they needed to be closer. Fingers plunged deeper. Curving, searching, reaching. Mouths collided as their orgasms crashed into them. Drowning in wave after wave of pleasure. They collapsed totally and completely spent. Hair tangled, limbs entwined, and heart rates slowing, they drifted off to sleep.
The first time they had said I love you. She'd been injured. Had been shot by the unsub. There had been weeks of rehabilitation. Weeks of physical therapy. Weeks of regular therapy. It had been extremely tedious. And JJ had been there everyday. She had just been there. Through all the mood swings. Through all the ups and downs. It was now her first day back in the field. Adrenaline coursed through her. Standing in the bullpen waiting for wheels up, it had hit her, hard. The realization. The realization of the fact that she would not be here if not for her. If not for JJ. Her JJ. The emotions overwhelmed her. She had to tell her. She couldn't wait any longer. It had to be now. JJ was in her office. She had barged in, not bothering to knock. JJ stood, slightly startled by the intrusion. Emily walked towards her, predatory look in her eyes. She had never been good at expressing her emotions. Her feelings. Not even as a child. It always came out awkward and unsure. But not this. This came out perfect. It's you, you're the one JJ, the one I can't stop thinking about, the one I need around, I want you to be mine, only mine, I'm in love with you. JJ had gently cupped her face. Placing a light kiss on the corner of her mouth before leaning in to whisper in her ear, Forever Em…I love you too.
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