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Emily had really come to value the sanctuary of her and JJ’s bedroom.
It had come as a surprise to her, she had long since thought of home as nothing more than wherever her go bag was at that moment in time. When JJ had first fretted over shades of – what had appeared to Emily – identical beige paint and linen curtains, Emily hadn’t quite comprehended what all the fuss was about. She had not appreciated her wife’s need to fill their new home with soft furnishings, sentimental décor, and endless throw pillows. But now, as Emily nestled herself into their bed and clicked on the bedside lamp, she understood. The curtains allowed the city noise to be even more muted, and the lamp cast a soft glow across the room, illuminating the framed photos of their team, their family, their wedding photos, and of course, Sergio. It also offered the perfect amount of lighting for Emily to read. Tonight, she had settled on a very well worn paperback edition of Slaughterhouse Five, a favorite she could probably recite from memory now, but she had never stopped indulging in a reread.
A hush fell around the room, a relief after the whirring engines of the BAU plane. The quiet was only broken by the occasional rustle of pages turning, and the distant sounds of JJ – who was across the hall in the bathroom, getting washed up after their long day. Almost twenty minutes had slipped by unnoticed as Emily became engrossed in her reading, and she was only reoriented to the present by the soft clearing of a throat coming from the doorway. JJ was leaning slightly, with one hand resting against the doorframe. Her honeyed skin was contrasted against the white lace and satin of her lingerie – a matching set that Emily had not yet seen. The fabric caressed JJ’s curves perfectly, accentuating the swell of her breasts and the arc of her hips.
Emily tossed her book to the side, giving little thought to where it might end up. She swallowed thickly and watched as JJ gave a little knowing smirk.
“What’s all this about?” Emily asked breathily.
“All what?”
Emily pulled herself up, swinging her legs off the bed so she could sit on the edge. She looked her wife up and down, appreciating her long legs, toned belly, muscular arms, and soft breasts. Emily thought for a moment, deciding against indulging JJ immediately.
“You ready for bed?”
“Sure,” came the reply, as JJ stood upright and stepped forwards across the threshold into their room.
“That’s good. Should I turn out the light, or will you do it?”
JJ took a few more steps forward until the front of her thighs brushed against Emily’s knees.
“This isn’t your side of the bed, love.”
“I know.”
Emily hummed, lifting a hand so she could place it against JJ’s hip, her thumb running against the hem of lace panties. JJ sighed and leaned into the touch appreciatively.
“Is there something you needed?” Emily asked, continuing to feign innocence. “You must be tired, that was a long case.”
“It was,” JJ agreed distractedly, as Emily’s hand roamed up and across the flat expanse of her belly.
“Hm. Well, maybe we should get some rest.”
Emily withdrew her hand, settling it in her lap as she looked up at her wife expectantly. JJ let out a little whine at the loss of contact and Emily chuckled.
“So… Do you need anything, Jay?”
JJ whined again, giving her hips a little shimmy, and cocking an eyebrow.
“I’m sorry, I don’t speak the language of belly dancing, unfortunately. You need to tell me what you need.”
“You know damn well…”
“Watch your tongue, Jennifer,” Emily interrupted sharply.
JJ sighed in exasperation. It almost annoyed her how much she loved this – the tinge of humiliation that pricked at her belly as she stood on display for her wife, willing for the other woman to just give in. Emily never did. She knew JJ too well, knew how much JJ desired the embarrassment and then the subsequent praise.
“You,” JJ huffed.
“Hm?”
“I need you.”
“Now, was that so hard?” Emily smirked.
She grasped JJ’s wrists, pulling the other woman into her. JJ stumbled slightly, her hands shooting out to catch herself on Emily’s shoulders. Emily reached for JJ’s hips once more, tugging her down and onto her lap so that JJ was straddling her, her knees pressing into the mattress beneath them. JJ tilted her face down, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth.
JJ let out a soft groan before connecting their lips. Emily deepened the kiss almost immediately, her hands grasping at JJ’s shoulders to pull her closer and closer still. They kissed fervently, a dance of tongues and teeth, their hands beginning to roam over each other’s bodies, each touch sending shivers down JJ’s spine. JJ gasped into Emily’s mouth when the other woman’s hands finally made their way down to JJ’s ass, giving it a less than gentle squeeze.
“I bet you’re wet already,” Emily murmured against JJ’s lips.
“Someone’s sure of herself.”
“Hm. Why don’t you let me find out?”
JJ leant back slightly, wrapping a hand around the back of Emily’s neck for stability and balance - she needed it. Emily’s hand travelled agonizingly slowly down JJ’s front, between her breasts, grazing over her belly and then tugging at the waistband of her panties. She pulled the material away from JJ’s skin and released it with a snap. Then, blessedly, Emily slid her index and middle finger down to brush against JJ’s center.
“You are wet,” Emily purred, leaning forwards to nip at JJ’s earlobe, her fingers teasing through already swollen and hot folds.
In an instant she had withdrawn her fingers, bringing them swiftly up to JJ’s mouth.
“Suck,” Emily commanded.
JJ’s mouth fell open as if on instinct, and Emily grinned. JJ sucked Emily’s fingers into her mouth, swirling her tongue around them and moaning softly at her own taste.
“Good girl,” Emily cooed, her eyes glued to JJ’s lips.
Shifting slightly under the weight of her wife, Emily retracted her fingers, replacing them with a kiss, and nibbling at JJ’s bottom lip before pressing a series of kisses along the line of JJ’s jaw. JJ had begun to grind slightly against Emily’s lap, her breaths picking up speed as her arousal grew until she was all but panting.
“So desperate already,” Emily remarked.
JJ felt a flush spread across her face and chest at the words.
“What do you want, hm?” Emily continued. “Tell me what you want me to do to you, and maybe I’ll consider it.”
“I- I want you… I want you to fuck me,” JJ gasped out.
“Well, I know that, don’t I?” Emily replied smugly. “How do you want me to fuck you? Do you want my fingers? My mouth?
JJ whimpered.
“You remember how good my tongue feels on your cunt?”
“Mhmm.”
Emily’s hand shot up to JJ’s throat, wrapping around it firmly, her thumb pressed against JJ’s pulse point.
“Use your words, Jennifer.”
Emily let her hand fall slack.
“Yes. Yes. You fuck me so well.”
“There it is.”
“You know, you’re pretty cocky, Prentiss.”
Emily tightened her hand again, and watched as JJ’s head fell back, exposing more of her throat. Emily could feel JJ’s pulse thudding underneath her thumb, rapid and strong. She could hear JJ’s soft little gasping breaths, only releasing her grip when the rasping from JJ’s throat shifted in pitch. JJ gulped in air, her eyes watering slightly.
“You okay?” Emily asked, her tone softer.
JJ nodded, giving her wife a reassuring smile.
“Are you gonna behave now?”
“Are you going to make me?” JJ asked, wiggling her brow.
“Oh, you are so for it,” Emily retorted, reaching under JJ to grab her ass, and using her newfound leverage to throw JJ back against the bed.
She was on JJ in a second, straddling her waist and planting open mouthed kisses along her neck and clavicle. JJ was moaning, her head thrown back against the mattress, golden hair cascading over the pillows and fanning around her face like sunbeams. Emily continued downwards, sucking at the skin above JJ’s nipple, feeling blood vessels bursting under the skin and blooming into pink and red bruises. Her tongue eventually began to swirl around and suck at a nipple, whilst her fingers reached to tug and twist the other.
“Oh fuck, Em, that’s so good.”
JJ felt Emily smile against her breasts, and then her teeth were grazing against JJ’s nipple, and JJ let out a throaty groan. The way Emily brought pain into play always sent JJ’s pulse thudding down between her legs. After a few more moments of her tongue and teeth against soft breasts, Emily moved lower, her tongue leaving a glistening trail over firm abdominals as she licked her way down JJ’s belly. She grabbed at JJ’s left thigh, her nails digging in slightly, leaving little, pink, crescent moon indents, before using this leverage to tug JJ’s legs open.
JJ squirmed a little as the cool air of the room hit her cunt. But then it was replaced by the warmth of Emily’s mouth. She lapped softly at JJ’s clit with the flat of her tongue, her hands moving to settle around JJ’s hips, pulling her closer. JJ could feel her thighs trembling already.
“Someone is eager today,” Emily cooed patronizingly.
JJ ignored her. Instead, she began to grind her lips against Emily’s face. Emily let her, her tongue flat, mouth still, as JJ began to desperately fuck herself against Emily’s face. When JJ’s movements lost their rhythm, Emily took charge once more. She pressed her hand onto JJ’s belly, holding her wife down against the bed, and with the point of her tongue began to thrust slowly into JJ. This pulled a guttural moan from JJ, the pleasure was almost blinding and she knew she was close.
“Please, please,” she begged.
Now it was Emily who ignored JJ. Emily simply began to increase the speed of her thrusts, her nose bumping against JJ’s clit with each one.
“Please, Em,” JJ panted. “Please, I’m gonna come, please, please, please.”
JJ’s legs tensed, her abs twitched, she was sure that she wouldn’t be able to hold off her orgasm any longer. But suddenly, Emily was gone. JJ let out a sob of frustration, her legs sagging back down against the mattress with a soft thump.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” Emily cooed, “Did you want to come? I didn’t know.”
She gave the inside of JJ’s thigh a sharp slap as she sat back, the sound reverberating around the room. JJ whimpered.
“I love seeing you all desperate like this,” Emily murmured, “Shaking and begging for me to make you come. And look at you, aren’t you embarrassed by how wet and desperate you are?”
Emily used her thumbs to spread open JJ’s cunt, her fingers dipping into the wetness. She held them up, watching as the sticky strings of JJ’s arousal hung between her center and Emily’s fingers, shining in the light of the lamp. JJ whimpered again, the sound catching slightly in her throat.
Emily wiped the slick onto JJ’s belly, only adding to the humiliation spreading within JJ like a wildfire. JJ caught Emily’s wrist with her fingers and tugged Emily’s hand back down between her legs hopefully. Emily simply tutted and rolled her eyes, letting her hand fall limp and useless against JJ’s cunt.
“You seem to think that you are the boss today… Perhaps I need to make sure that you know your place.”
JJ looked at her questioningly, but Emily was already moving, getting up from the bed and walking across to the closet. She returned seconds later with a black silk restraint, holding it out for JJ to see.
“Is this okay?” Emily asked.
JJ nodded.
“I need to hear you say it.”
“Yes. It’s okay.”
JJ held her hands up for Emily, pressing the insides of her wrists against each other so her hands could be tied together. Emily wrapped the silk around JJ’s wrists, tugging it tight and creating a simple handcuff knot. When she was satisfied, she slipped a finger between JJ’s skin and the silk, ensuring that there was enough room, and that JJ’s circulation would never be compromised.
“Hey, you remember that we can stop at any moment, right? Just say ‘red’ and I will stop immediately, or ‘orange’ if you want me to slow down.”
“I know, Em,” JJ replied easily.
Emily reached to open the drawer of the nightstand, pulling a midnight black silicone strap out.
“I’ll be back in a second.”
JJ laid back against the pillows, listening to the water running as Emily cleaned the toy. Her restrained hands rested against her belly whilst she waited, and she just hoped her nose didn’t suddenly start itching in Emily’s absence.
“You ready?”
Emily was stood at the foot of the bed, the strap now fastened between her legs and shining slightly with moisture. Seeing Emily like this would never get old for JJ, Emily wore the silicone with such confidence, as though the extra appendage truly was a part of her. JJ could see that Emily had also retrieved a small bottle of lube from the nightstand; she squeezed some out into her hands and began to coat the strap with it, her fingers running over the silicone from base to tip. JJ tugged her lower lip into her mouth as she watched, entranced.
Once Emily was satisfied with her efforts, she crawled up the bed towards JJ, her knees settling between JJ’s thighs, and she leaned over to straddle JJ, pressing a kiss to her wife’s lips as she went. JJ could feel the cool wetness of the strap brush across her abdomen, and she shivered slightly in anticipation. Emily gripped the base of the strap, slowly guiding it into position against JJ’s cunt. She thrust the strap upwards a few times, watching JJ’s shaky inhale as the strap nudged against her straining clit with each pass through her center.
“Please,” JJ breathed out.
“Good girl,” Emily murmured as she began to thrust the strap slowly inside of JJ. JJ’s breath hitched slightly as the strap stretched out her cunt, creating a little tinge of pain.
“Good girl, Jennifer,” Emily praised again, “You take me so well.”
Emily immediately began to set a rhythm, slow thrusts that sunk deep into JJ, hitting that perfect spot inside of her every single time, yet still leaving her whining for more. JJ went to reach out a hand to grab at Emily’s waist, momentarily forgetting the ties holding them together.
“Ah, ah, ah,” Emily chastised.
She grabbed JJ’s hands, leaning forward and pinning them above JJ’s head.
“Keep your hands there,” Emily insisted.
JJ felt a pant of unease creep across her mind. The way her muscles strained as she held her arms straight up above her head was suddenly sickeningly familiar. She tried fruitlessly to push that memory to the back of her head, instead choosing to focus on Emily’s movements inside of her. But what had, only seconds ago, been pleasurable, and electrifying, was now overwhelming, almost suffocating.
‘Just compartmentalize, JJ, don’t think about it, that happened years ago.’ JJ reminded herself silently, pressing her eyes closed.
It didn’t work. Emily’s movements were quicker and quicker now, it was terrifyingly dizzying.
“Red,” JJ croaked out quietly.
“Jayje?”
“Red! Red! Red!” JJ repeated, feeling panic begin to filter in through the planes of her mind.
Emily stopped her movements immediately. She pulled the strap out slowly, easing it out of JJ as gently as she could. Emily pushed herself up a little on her heels, tugging the strap out of the harness and tossing it to one side. Her eyes were wide, alarm evident in her features. She scrambled to loosen her wife’s wrists from the restraint, throwing the tie to the side with the strap. She massaged JJ’s wrists gently, turning them over in her palms to check for any signs of injury.
JJ took a shaky breath, trying to compose herself.
“I’m sorry,” JJ mumbled.
“No, God, Jayje… You never have to apologize for that, my love. I’m sorry, I should have been paying better attention to your cues.”
JJ’s breathing was uneven, rasping and harsh.
“Can I touch you? Or is that too much right now?” Emily asked quietly, no hint of expectation in her words.
JJ just nodded, stifling a sob that threatened to spill out, a sob that she knew would rupture the carefully formed dam of tears.
Emily shuffled forwards slowly, keeping her hands visible. She settled against the headboard besides JJ and pulled her wife into her arms, cradling her against her body. JJ tucked her head into the crook of Emily’s neck, breathing in the citrus and cardamom scent of the expensive French perfume that Emily loved. Emily brought a hand up to curl around JJ’s face, her thumb stroking softly across the line of her jaw. JJ allowed Emily’s gentle embrace and warmth to soothe her, concentrating on synchronising her breaths with her wife’s. Emily began to use her spare hand to stroke up and down JJ’s back, tracing delicate patterns with a featherlight touch. JJ sighed at the sensation, letting her body relax and mold to her wife’s, savoring the closeness.
“Do you wanna talk about it?” Emily whispered.
JJ shrugged slightly, pulling out of Emily’s arms slightly so that she could see her wife’s face. When she saw nothing but concern and adoration, and none of the frustration and annoyance that JJ had feared, she settled back against Emily. She knew Emily would never, had never, criticised her for needing to stop, but the angry whispers in the back of her mind nevertheless tried to sow seeds of doubt and self-recrimination. JJ focused on Emily’s hands, still caressing the notches of her spine.
“I guess… having my arms up above my head and like – well… You know, tied together. It reminded me of…” JJ trailed off.
“Oh my God, Jayje, I’m so sorry. I never thought how that might make you feel.”
“No, Em, really, it’s not your fault. We have used ties so many times since then, it just… it happened so quickly and randomly today. I don’t really know why.”
Emily began to run her fingers through JJ’s hair, the blonde now resembling spun gold in the light of the room, and soft like silk. She smoothed over the mussed hair, easing tangles with her fingers and swooping stray baby hairs back away from JJ’s face.
“I’m so, so, proud of you for telling me you needed to stop. I know that isn’t always easy for you.”
JJ hummed quietly, self-consciously, in response.
“And I’m so glad you felt able to tell me. Do you think you could tell me what you need to feel better?”
JJ shook her head awkwardly, curling her face further into Emily’s neck. Telling Emily that she wanted to stop was one thing, but actually communicating how she wanted to be comforted felt like perhaps too big a hurdle for today – as though she were Sisyphus with his boulder.
“Okay, you just tell me if you think of anything,” Emily replied simply, lifting JJ’s arm and pressing a few gentle kisses to the insides of her wrists. Then she left a trail of kisses up to JJ’s shoulder, and then landed one against JJ’s cheek. JJ held up her other arm with a smile, and watched as Emily repeated the pattern.
“How would you feel, Mrs Jareau, if I ran us both a bath?” Emily whispered against the shell of JJ’s ear.
“You know, that sounds really nice,” JJ replied, appreciatively.
“Okay, you just relax here. I will be five minutes at the most!”
Emily disappeared from the room, closing the bathroom door behind her as she went. JJ could hear the cabinets being opened, and water running into the bathtub. When she returned, she was wearing a white towel bathrobe, and her hair was pulled back from her face in a ponytail. She took JJ’s hands and pulled her gently towards the bathroom.
JJ gasped softly. There were lit candles dotted across the bathroom, flickering lightly in the steam of the room. Emily had evidently added JJ’s most favorite bubble bath as the aromas of vanilla and lavender danced in the air above the bathtub. Emily placed her hands against JJ’s hips and guided her slowly towards the tub.
“Do you want me to join you?” Emily asked.
“Yes, please.”
“Okay, my love. Here, let me help you in.”
Emily held out a hand for JJ, helping her balance as JJ stepped into the warm water. JJ lowered herself down into it, scooting forwards so there was room for Emily to sit behind her, which she did. JJ settled back against Emily’s chest, feeling Emily’s breasts pressed against her back. She watched the water level rise slightly as she sunk down against her wife, resting her head back against the curve of Emily’s shoulder.
“Comfy?”
JJ nodded. She sighed in contentment as Emily brought her hands around to come to rest against her own belly, fingers splayed against her skin. One hand sat against the small crater of a scar on the side of JJ’s belly, a valley carved within soft skin. JJ blinked away the thoughts that brought up. The warmth of the water was soothing tired muscles, weary from a long case, and JJ was relieved when the faint ache in her arms faded away. She loathed the way that painful memories would rear their ugly heads at such arbitrary moments, bemoaning herself for her perceived lack of mental fortitude. She knew how Emily equally hated the way JJ criticised herself for this. It had taken a few years, and more than a few visits to one of the Bureau therapists before JJ had been able to talk openly with Emily about how the memories of her abduction had affected her. JJ was incredibly glad now, in this moment, that she had learned that skill. Emily never failed to make her feel loved, and wanted, and safe, even when JJ was sure she was incapable of feeling that way.
“How are you feeling?” Emily nudged JJ’s cheek slightly as she spoke, reminding JJ of her physical presence as she sensed her wife slipping away into her thoughts.
“I feel a lot better, Em, thank you.”
“You don’t have to thank me, I’m happy to do it. You want me to wash your hair for you?”
“That would be great.”
Emily nudged now at JJ’s back, indicating for her to sit up a little. Emily began to work shampoo slowly into silky strands, massaging JJ’s scalp as she went. JJ closed her eyes, leaning against Emily’s gentle touch, relishing in the sensation of Emily’s hands scratching against her skin. Then Emily reached for a rinse cup, reaching past JJ to fill it with warm water from the faucet, before carefully pouring it over JJ’s head, making sure that none of the water strayed towards JJ’s face. After Emily was satisfied that the shampoo had been thoroughly cleansed, she repeated the process with conditioner, making sure to massage it methodically into JJ’s roots. Emily let the conditioner sit for a while, twirling at JJ’s hair and forming little ringlets with her fingers whilst they waited.
“Is the water still warm enough for you?”
“Just about,” JJ answered, chuckling.
It had taken them many light-hearted arguments to come to a truce about the water temperature. JJ preferred her water to be on the scorching side, whilst Emily was not a stranger to a cold shower, finding very hot water oddly suffocating and uncomfortable. Now, they settled on a happy medium, but not without cheerful complaints from JJ.
Emily eventually rinsed the conditioner from JJ’s hair with the same care, watching cautiously to ensure that JJ’s face remained completely dry, knowing that this too could be a trigger for JJ.
“Do you want me to wash your back for you?”
JJ nodded again, reaching for the soap that sat on the rim of the bathtub and handing it back to Emily. Emily lathered the soap in her hands, then rubbed it across the breadth of JJ’s bath, her fingers dancing over freckles and scars, and supple muscles under soft skin. JJ sighed happily, appreciating the intimacy of her wife washing her, and the closeness of their bodies as they relaxed against each other.
Once Emily had finished, she leaned back against the bathtub, pulling JJ down with her. JJ turned in Emily’s arms, nuzzling her face against Emily’s sternum and reaching a hand up to tangle in Emily’s now slightly damp hair. JJ could hear Emily’s heartbeat, thumping underneath her ribcage, allowing the sound to soothe her. Her body relaxed fully against her wife’s, letting her weight rest atop Emily, and she closed her eyes.
“Hey, my love, you can’t fall asleep here,” Emily murmured, chuckling at the groan JJ let out at her words. “You know, neither of us really ate much tonight, what do you say to us ordering from Shanghai Lounge, I know you love their orange chicken?”
“I do love it,” JJ grumbled, still reluctant to pry her eyes open.
“Come on, then,” Emily chided, jostling JJ slightly. “I’ll help you get dry and dressed and then we can order, okay?”
JJ tentatively agreed, letting Emily help her up and out of the bath. Emily tugged a towel off the warming rack and set about drying JJ off, tousling her hair with the towel and wrapping it around her body. JJ perched on the lid of the toilet as Emily unplugged the bathtub drain and began blowing out the candles. The air of the bathroom was cool in contrast with the warmth of the water and JJ shivered slightly.
“Oh, come, let’s get you dressed and warm again,” Emily insisted, guiding JJ across the hallway and into their bedroom.
Emily pulled out a worn Yale sweatshirt and flannel pajama pants for her wife, handing them to JJ as she began to get her own pajamas on. She then insisted that JJ wait downstairs in the living room, so that she could strip and change the sheets whilst placing their food order. JJ obliged, chuckling when Emily found the TV remote and put on Love is Blind. JJ couldn’t resist indulging in crappy reality TV sometimes, especially when it was too much fun to try and profile the contestants and decide which ones would end up together. She was nearing the end of the episode when the doorbell buzzed signalling the arrival of their food. JJ paused the TV and started to get up from the couch.
“I’ll get it,” Emily called out, interrupting JJ’s movements.
Emily tipped the delivery driver generously and began to empty the bag, cardboard containers of food filling the kitchen island as she went. Emily made JJ a plate first, JJ would have been more than happy to eat straight from the box, but Emily liked to make the effort. She placed spoonfuls of orange chicken and rice onto the plate, and then added significantly more than half of their shared portion of shrimp dumplings next to it, knowing they were JJ’s favorite.
They ate side by side, finishing the first episode of Love is Blind and then starting another one. JJ narrated for Emily, explaining the intricacies of the show that Emily did not comprehend.
“I do not get why you like this so much, Jayje! What a stupid way to meet your future spouse. It’s never going to work out for any of them.”
“Oh, I’m sorry, Miss I-met-my-wife-in-the-FBI!”
“Whatever! This is what happens when straight people make reality TV shows.”
“Okay, I will give you that. But it’s not like you like queer reality shows either! Remember how pissed you got when we watched the gay version of The Ultimatum? You hated almost all the contestants!”
“Well… In my defense, almost all of them desperately needed therapy, not a wedding.”
“People who need therapy keep us in a job.”
“Are you suggesting the cast of Queer Love Ultimatum are going to become serial killers?”
“Oh my God, no! Stop putting words in my mouth, Prentiss!”
“That’s a biiiiig accusation, Jayje,” Emily laughed.
JJ laughed too, pushing her plate back onto the coffee table and rubbing her now very full stomach.
“That was so good,” JJ exclaimed happily. “Thanks for ordering it, and thanks for giving me the lion’s share of the dumplings.”
“I did no such thing,” Emily replied with a wink.
“Sure you didn’t!”
“You ready for bed?” Emily asked.
“Absolutely. I am going to fall into a food coma down here on the couch if we don’t go to bed soon.”
“Well, we can’t have that happening. Come on, Jay.”
JJ trudged up the stairs behind Emily, and once they were back in their bedroom she almost collapsed into the bed. She was reassured that Emily had changed the sheets and cleaned up, glad that she didn’t have to confront a reminder of her earlier panic. JJ settled into her side of the bed, waiting as Emily double checked that the upstairs was locked up, and that their guns were securely away in the gun safe. When Emily eventually climbed into bed besides JJ, she held open her arms for JJ, who settled into them immediately, shuffling down into the bed until she laid flat with her head resting against Emily’s chest.
Emily clicked off the lamp, but moonlight filtered through the curtains, catching the lightest of JJ’s locks of hair and reflecting against them. Emily carded her hand through JJ’s hair, as JJ’s body relaxed, and her breathing slowed. Emily traced lazy circles against the fabric of JJ’s sweater, feeling the happy sound that JJ let out against the skin of her own chest. It was peaceful, their bodies intertwined, within the sanctuary of their home.