Title: In Heat
Author: cmbfs
Rating: AO
Pairing: Prentiss/JJ
A/N: This one takes place during In Heat, but I obviously changed the storyline a bit.
Summary: Smut, cuffs, and chocolate sauce.

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Long black lashes fluttered open. The room around her was a blur, everything out of focus. Too early, way too early. The clock read 5:30a.m. A groan escaped from her lips. More sleep, she definitely needed more sleep. In an attempt to roll over she was stopped mid roll. By a long smooth thigh wedged between her own. It was at that moment she also noticed a lanky arm spread across her chest. Raven black hair splayed over the pillow next to her. And felt the warm rhythmic breathing on the crook of her neck.

            Her muscles protested with every movement she tried to make. Muscles hurt that she didn't even know she had. That's when it all came screaming back to her. The memories crashing into one another. Vivid and fast. A smile began to slowly spread across her face. JJ lay in bed, now wide awake. Thinking back to the events that had led her here. To this exact moment. To this hotel room. Being wrapped up, completely naked and utterly sore, in Emily Prentiss's arms.

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            Miami, Florida. A serial killer targeting gay men. The team worked relentlessly. Visiting crime scenes. Interviews. Interrogations. Press conferences. File after file. It was bad, but what had made it unbearable for her, was him. Will LaMontagne. The way he followed her around. The way he looked at her when he thought she couldn't see him. The accent. His need to discuss matters that had long since been resolved. She was truly and utterly regretting giving her card to him that night in New Orleans. And that regret also stretched to the three dates they had went on. Trying to get rid of him was becoming a nightmare.

            Every time he had pulled her aside to talk privately she had felt the stares. Her stares. Emily's stares. Trying to gauge what was going on. If they were talking about professional or private matters. She was the reason JJ had given him her card in the first place. Well her and a mixture of self doubt and fear.

            In the beginning JJ hadn't even really liked her. She was new. New meant change. And change wasn't always good in JJ's experience. With time things got easier. They worked many hard cases together. They found that being in each other's company helped them to deal with the horrific things they saw. Jokes, stories and drinks were exchanged. Then things shifted. Instead of jokes it became flirtatious innuendo. The stories were told with unnecessary physical contact, a hand on a knee or gently rubbing an arm. The drinks became accompanied by slow, sultry dancing.

            That's when the fear had kicked in. Things were moving fast and in a direction JJ was completely unsure of. Distance and unavailability, that's what was going to help her slow this thing down with Emily. He had been calling her, once a week since New Orleans. She'd been evading, but had relented. Hoping it might stop the feelings she was having for Emily. What it ended up doing was confirming her attraction to Emily.

            She'd ended things after their third date. Told him there was someone else. She had tried to repair things with Emily. She'd been too angry. Wouldn't listen to her explanations or apologies. But anger faded over time. She had thought that being here in Miami would help, maybe they could talk. It would have all been fixed but then he'd shown up. Everything had been ruined.

            It was over. The unsub had been caught. They had loose ends to tie up at the Miami-Dade Police Department. Forms had to be filled out. The team would be leaving first thing in the morning. She had just begun shuffling through some paper work when she heard her voice.

            "You should go for him" The tone was cold and almost unrecognizable. JJ looked up and came face to face with Emily. JJ couldn't read the emotions in her eyes. If there was one thing Emily was good at it was staying professional.

            "What?" JJ didn't even try to mask the confusion that was so evident in her voice. Emily nodded toward Det. LaMontagne. JJ looked over and there he was looking over at them, at her. The look in his eyes doing nothing to dispel the rumours that they were still dating.

            "Emily God no. It's been over for awhile now, months...I" JJ was talking to Emily's back, which was walking away from her. "Fuck!" JJ cussed under her breath, while at the same moment pinching the bridge of her nose.

            She stalked over to Will, grabbed him by the arm and pulled him over to a more private spot. "Goddammit Will what the hell do you think you're doing?" Not giving him a moment to answer JJ continued, "We're over, we have been over for months. What exactly is it about that you don't understand? It was never you. I never wanted you. It was always her. It is her. This..."JJ waved her hand between the two of them, "is absolutely nothing." With that she turned on her heel and headed straight for Emily's room. It was now or never.

            You couldn't exactly call what she was doing knocking, it was more of a banging. "Emily open the door I know you're in there." More banging. "Please Em, we have to talk about this, it's not gonna just magically disappear." More pounding. "Dammit Emily, open the do..." The door swung open.

            Emily stood before her, still in her work clothes. "Come on in JJ." Emily stepped to the side allowing JJ to enter the room. JJ heard the door slam close. Her eyes scanned the room. Ice cream and chocolate sauce. Comfort food. She'd hurt her again. JJ took a deep breath, knowing that this wasn't going to get any easier the longer she waited.

            " Emily I didn't know how to deal with them, all the feelings. Things started to get intimate and I panicked. I panicked because I wanted it so badly. Then I ran, because that's what I do when I'm scared, I run. He's nothing to me. The dates were a mistake. I never wanted to make you angry. I didn't want to...." Up until this point Emily had been silent. Just listening. She was done with that now.

            "Angry...you think you made me angry JJ?" Emily shouted as she walked towards JJ, totally invading her personal space. "It was never anger. Hurt and embarrassment would describe it more accurately JJ. Do you know how much it hurt me to think about the fact that you didn't trust me enough not to push you into a relationship you weren't ready for. God..." Emily ran her fingers through her hair in frustration. "JJ I don't know....was there ever any trust...."

            JJ's knees bumped into the foot of Emily's bed. The atmosphere in the room was changing. The contact of their bodies, thigh to thigh, was filling the room with an undeniable heat. JJ's breathing was uncontrolled. She couldn't think, she couldn't form words when Emily was looking at her like that. Her eyes dark with desire.

            "JJ... do... you... trust... me?" Emily asked the question slowly, giving JJ ample time to fully understand the question.

            JJ nodded. "Always Em...I've always trusted you." Before she knew what hit her, she was pinned to the bed, arms over head, Emily straddling her.

            "Good..." Emily whispered into her ear. She reached back to her belt and pulled out her handcuffs. JJ's eyes went as big as saucers. Emily slowly looped them around the headboard, then gently around JJ's wrists. "....then this will be a perfect exercise of trust."

            "Emily I've never done anything like this before." JJ stammered nervously, even though she was becoming thoroughly aroused at the thought of what Emily could do to her in this position.

            Emily chuckled at the slight tremor in JJ's voice. "Well there's a first time for everything." She slowly began undoing the buttons on JJ's blouse. Sliding it up her arms and out of the way. It was all lace and tanned skin. Emily just had to taste. Her tongue travelled everywhere. Tasting as much as she could.

            JJ started squirming the instant Emily's tongue grazed her sensitive skin. Her arms fought against their restraints. God she wanted Emily to kiss her. She wanted the smooth slide of lips and tongues against each other. JJ raised her hips trying to get closer to Emily's heat. She was unsuccessful. Emily had climbed off JJ and was now standing at the foot of the bed, looking down at her. She leaned down and brushed her fingers over JJ's taut stomach. Fingers heading for the button of her pants. "Up," Emily uttered the command. She slowly slid the pants down toned thighs and calves. Stopping at JJ's ankles. Emily bent down and removed two boots, then slid her pants off the rest of the way.

            JJ lay before her cuffed to the bed. Totally exposed and vulnerable. Chest heaving with every ragged breath. Her skin was flushed with arousal and desire. Emily knew it was true. All the words JJ had spoken. She had meant them all. The trust was there. They'd never really lost it.

            Emily smiled down at JJ. Then she began undressing herself. Shoes were first. Then her belt and gun. Pants and shirt were next. She stood there at the foot of the bed. A goddess. All porcelain skin and barely there lace. Dark hair and pink lips. Truly beautiful.

            JJ groaned. "Em please I want you on me. I wanna feel your skin on me...please." JJ's pleas were met with Emily's retreating rear end. She walked over to the counter. Her forgotten bowl of ice cream and chocolate sauce sat there. The ice cream was melted but the chocolate sauce was still good, no sense in wasting it. Emily grabbed the bowl and made her way back over to JJ.

            She settled back on top of JJ. Thighs straddling her waist. Bowl of chocolate sauce in hand. Emily slowly swirled her finger around the inside of the bowl, completely coating it with sauce. She leaned over JJ, stretching to put the bowl on the nightstand. JJ was mesmerized. She couldn't move. Emily slowly trailed her chocolate covered finger along JJ's parted lips, taking care to cover every inch.

            Before Emily could remove her finger, JJ captured it in her mouth. Raising her head a little so she could encompass the whole finger into her mouth. Tongue swirling, lapping at the delicious chocolate.

            Emily moaned. JJ's warm and wet mouth was sucking on her finger. Mimicking actions they both knew they'd get to soon enough. Emily removed her finger, JJ groaning in protest. Her protests were quickly halted by Emily's tongue. Slowly and very effectively licking off every little bit  of chocolate that still remained on JJ's lips.

            The time for teasing was over. Emily's lips covered JJ's in a fierce kiss. There was no gentleness here. An all consuming need took over. A need to dominate. A need to become one. Teeth dragging over lips. Pulling and sucking. Nibbling and biting. Tongues warring, massaging.

            All that could be heard in the room was ragged breathing and the constant clanging of handcuffs against headboard. She struggled against them knowing that she would never break free. The need to touch Emily was just so overwhelming, and she had lost all control over her movements. She was going on pure instinct.

           Emily unsnapped the front clasp of JJ's bra, freeing her breasts. Peaked nipples summoned her. Begging for attention. She leaned down and traced one nipple with her tongue, while effectively palming JJ's other breast at the same time. Alternating. Working JJ into a complete frenzy.

            Emily worked her way down JJ's stomach. Hands roaming first, tongue not far behind. She shimmied off JJ. Then hooked her fingers through the waistband of JJ's panties and pulled them off. She was all tanned limbs and blonde hair. Writhing back and forth on the bed. Her arms cuffed above her head. That position doing the most wonderful things to her breasts. Her hands were wrapped around the headboard in a death grip, and her heels dug into the bed. She was trying to anchor herself down.

            Emily placed her hands around JJ's ankles and pushed. Forcing JJ to bend her legs at the knee. Giving Emily a perfect view of where she wanted to be. She casually ran her hands up the underside of JJ's calves. JJ's thighs clamped shut on their own volition. Trying to ease the constant throbbing Emily had created low in her belly. This didn't deter Emily in the least. She placed her hands on JJ's knees and then slowly slid them up. Grazing her nails along the insides of her thighs. Thoroughly enjoying the tremors that racked JJ's body.

            Emily could feel it. The intense heat radiating from JJ's core. She knew JJ would be wet, wet and ready. She testingly slid one finger into JJ. Her hips shot up off the bed at the contact. Emily added another finger, then another. Pumping slowly in and out.

            JJ closed her eyes, savouring the feelings Emily had coursing through her body. It wasn't fast enough. The pace was too slow. She wanted more, needed more speed. Craved it to be harder.

            "Em....Oh God...more, I need more....Faster, please...Emily, harder" JJ managed to pant out her pleas.

            JJ raised her head off the pillows, needing to see Emily. Having to see her there. Between her parted thighs. It was at that moment that JJ's pleas registered with Emily's passion hazed brain. She enveloped JJ's clit into her mouth. Left arm thrown over JJ's hips to keep her rooted firmly to the bed. Fingers thrusting into her. Harder, faster, and deeper than before.

            JJ fought to keep her head up. Wanting to see Emily when her orgasm crashed into her. JJ could feel its approach. Her legs began shaking. Her insides contracting, trying to keep Emily buried deep inside of her. Emily bit down on JJ's clit and simultaneously curved her fingers to hit her G-spot. This effectively sent JJ spiralling down, off the ledge and into the dark abyss of pleasure. Hips now bucking wildly, Emily's arm couldn't even stabilize them. Handcuffs straining against the headboard. The clinking of metal on metal. Murmured words tumbled from her lips. It was the most intense orgasm of her life.

             Her breathing slowly came back to normal. Her skin now slick with sweat felt cool atop the sheets. She could feel Emily's desire, her wetness, when she had crawled back atop her. She wanted to taste Emily. Wanted to touch her. Wanted to be inside her.

            JJ looked up at Emily, blue eyes big and pleading. "Em...are you gonna uncuff me now?" It was said in an innocent and sweet tone. She had clanked the metal of the handcuffs together for effect. "These trust exercises, you know they work both ways right. Everyone has to take their turn." JJ said, smile spreading across her face as she watched Emily get up and walk towards the pile of clothing to retrieve the keys.

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            An incessant buzzing roused JJ from the memory. Her hand reached over to the bedside table. First knocking the bowl of chocolate sauce, then landing on the vibrating phone.

"Jennifer Jareau...yes sir...wheels up in 20...ok" JJ flipped the phone shut and looked over at a still sleeping Emily, and waited.

            Emily's ring tone filled the room. Her head shot up. Hand groping blindly for the phone. The conversation consisted of barely coherent sentences, well at least on Emily's side. JJ knew she'd have to relay the message again to Emily. The conversation ended. Emily sighed and buried her back into the pillow. JJ laughed.

            "Come on Em, I think we have a little tidying up to do before we leave." JJ chuckled, soothingly rubbing Emily's back the whole time. Emily slowly sat up and surveyed the room. Clothes everywhere. Ice cream melted on the counter. Chocolate sauce...well the chocolate sauce was everywhere.

            "Jesus Christ JJ we'll never get this cleaned up in 20 minutes, it's gonna take us longer than that just to get the chocolate sauce off us." Emily choked out.

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