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JJ was obsessed.
There were no two ways about it; Jennifer Jareau was undeniably obsessed with Emily Prentiss, specifically with her dick.
It had all started because of the dry spell she’d found herself in after dumping Detective William LaMontagne Jr.
JJ had always had a high sex drive, but a low tolerance for romance. Will had practically thrown himself at her feet, and JJ had enjoyed how easily he bent to her will in bed. That was all it was to her; sex. That had worked fine for a little while, but then Will just had to go and catch feelings - and even worse, expect her to feel the same way. He’d been convinced she was in denial, or scared to face the true depth of her emotions for him. It had done nothing but piss her off enough to just end things altogether, sex be damned.
JJ enjoyed sex, a lot, with both men and women. She did not enjoy one night stands. She didn’t need a deep emotional connection with the people she slept with, but she liked at least knowing the basics about them. Her problem was that people often mistook this for romantic interest, and wanted to date her, woo her. JJ didn’t have time or patience for that.
It was hard enough as it was to find someone who was willing to submit to her in bed, given how most people assumed she was an innocent young woman and were shocked at her sex drive alone, let alone how she preferred that sex to be. She didn’t always feel the need to dominate, but she’d never found anyone she had connected with who really got just how she was a switch and managed to go with it, fulfilling her every need. She’d long given up on the idea of even trying. She’d settled for finding someone she could at least dominate.
Her obsession with Emily Prentiss’ body started on one of the many nights spent on her own, feeling beyond sexually frustrated. She was so frustrated that she couldn’t even figure out anymore which she was craving most: sex with a man or with a woman. She loved the feeling of a hard, throbbing dick in her mouth or in her pussy, filling her up and stretching her out, pounding her until it released warm jets of cum inside her. If she were fully honest, it was just about the only aspect of sex with men she enjoyed, and the rare times she’d felt more than a physical desire for someone, it had always been for a woman. She loved a hard dick, but she also loved kissing women, feeling their tits, sucking on them, feeling their mouths on her own tits, her stomach, between her legs. Their fingers inside her, her fingers inside them. The endless variety of ways to have sex.
The more she thought about it, the more turned on she felt. She’d been bringing herself to her much needed orgasms for a while now, and it had been so long that even her own fantasies weren’t doing it for her anymore. She couldn’t muster the strength to be surprised at herself when she found herself browsing porn sites in a desperate bid for release. She didn’t find any one video that really did it for her, but browsing through different ones, catching a few seconds here and a minute there, eventually got the job done - although the orgasm was moderate at best.
JJ was glad she at least had work to distract her. Nothing to take your mind off sex like racing the clock to hunt down and stop a serial killer. It always gave her a rush of adrenaline, made her feel on top of the world to get justice for the victims’ families, and to know she had helped prevent further victims in the future, one unsub at a time.
The longer her dry spell lasted, the more difficult it became, but she refrained from flirting with any local cops or hooking up with them. She was loathe to repeat the Will thing; she didn’t like how she found herself hoping with each new case that it wouldn’t bring them to his neck of the woods. She should never have slept with him in the first place.
She managed to keep it together at work, although her strength was waning day by day. Especially since Supervisory Special Agent Emily Prentiss had joined the team. That woman was simply sex on legs. She exuded class and confidence, and at the same time had a sexy swagger and an almost boyish charm. The cock of her hips, the smirk, those mesmerising brown eyes, the slope of her nose so unique and intriguing, her lips oh so kissable. JJ had to press her legs together and force herself not to imagine that mouth on her body, licking, sucking, biting. Emily Prentiss held herself tall, never shy about her ample chest, often choosing to show it off just enough to be a massive tease for JJ. And then there were the cargo pants. My god, those cargo pants, JJ thought to herself as she studied the woman wearing them. JJ couldn’t even begin to explain the attraction, but it somehow made Emily’s swagger even sexier. There was something about how they rested on her hips, hugged her magnificent ass, gave her that rugged look that told JJ Emily would give it to her rough and dirty if only she asked her to. Or even better - allow JJ to give it to Emily rough and dirty. And then that mischievous twinkle in Emily’s eyes when she caught JJ staring.
Beyond the absolute smoke show her looks provided, Emily was also incredibly smart, interesting and funny. She knew multiple languages, but didn’t show off her knowledge. Whenever she did utilise this skill, it made JJ feel hot all over. Emily was quirky, with a dark sense of humour and an endless supply of interesting stories from her past. She was also unapologetic about how much of a nerd she could be, which JJ found endlessly endearing in a way that didn’t make sense on its own. It was just so unexpected in combination with everything else that Emily was, that it made her all the more unparalleled. JJ loved spending time with her, and marvelled at how she never felt bored with Emily. They got along like a house on fire, and JJ was sure that if she and Emily ever ended up in bed together, sparks would fly.
This is getting ridiculous, JJ thought to herself at night. The fact that she found herself distracted at work by thoughts of sex with her co-worker was simply unacceptable. Even if she were to break her own rule on one night stands, it was too late at night right now to go out and score one. So to yet another porn site she went, almost mindlessly clicking through videos, barely noticing where she ended up until something piqued her interest.
Chicks with dicks.
JJ bit her lip, her mouth going dry at the very notion. Why hadn’t she thought of that before? More than interested, she scrolled a bit until she saw a preview of a brunette pounding her dick into a blonde with vigour. JJ clicked on the video, her hand automatically finding its way down between her legs.
At first, the video focused completely on the blonde, and she couldn’t make out anything about the brunette. The video was clearly made by amateurs, the camerawork shaky, the sound not great. JJ didn’t care. She was soaking wet, and the visual of this woman fucking another woman with an actual dick was really, really doing it for her.
Then the camera panned over to the brunette, who looked up at the person holding it with a confident grin on her face.
JJ almost dropped her phone.
She knew that face, and she felt her body tingle all over. Staring back at her was a 20-something Emily Prentiss, railing a pretty blonde with her big dick.
No fucking way.
Somewhere in the back of her mind, it felt kind of wrong, but she couldn’t stop herself from rubbing her clit even more vigorously, then pumping her fingers into herself even harder. She had a vague sense that masturbating to a co-workers porn video was a step beyond lusting after her in person, but she was way too far gone to give actual thought to it.
Her eyes were transfixed, her mouth still dry, as she brought herself to orgasm watching Emily Prentiss. She came, hard, her mind filled with the fantasy of Emily ploughing into her like that, filling her with her hot cum. It was the best orgasm she’d ever given herself, and it tired her out so much that she was barely able to plug her phone into the charger before falling asleep. She was definitely too out of it to worry about the reality of having to face Emily in the morning, knowing about her apparent past in porn and about what those cargo pants were hiding.
°°°
JJ had decided not to bring up her discovery to Emily. They were close enough that she wasn’t worried about it affecting their friendship, but the videos were clearly over ten years old and JJ didn’t know how Emily felt about them being out there.
Yes. Videos. Plural.
Because try as she might, she’d not been able to stop herself from searching for more videos starring Emily - or, as she seemed to be known in these videos, Lauren Reynolds. There were quite a few of them, all of them fairly similar in nature. They were all amateur videos, with hot athletic blondes on the receiving end of Emily’s skill (and Emily just as often on the receiving end of theirs). There was no attempt at any plot, or any dialogue. It was really just straightforward fucking between two people having a good time.
JJ settled into a habit of bringing herself to orgasm watching Emily do things to others JJ wished desperately she’d do to her, her mind starting to concoct its own fantasies where JJ was definitely in control. During the day, she tried her best to act normal and not let her eyes wander to Emily’s crotch. JJ had to admit that some days were easier than others. However, overall she didn’t feel like Emily was treating her any differently, so she was fairly sure that Emily was none the wiser. They continued being friends and co-workers, with the distinction that JJ had a nightly ritual of fucking herself to orgasm watching said friend fuck girls who looked similar to herself. Followed by the daily ritual of pretending that she hadn’t seen everything there is to see of Emily Prentiss, and pretending it didn’t turn her on as immensely as it did.
That worked well enough, until they had to fly out of state for a case and the town was so small the hotel only had room to accommodate the FBI agents if they doubled up in the available rooms. It was fairly logical for JJ and Emily to be paired up, as the only two women on the team. Neither of them minded, and this wasn’t the first time they had to share a room, so JJ hadn’t foreseen any problems. She’d gotten so used to her nocturnal activities that she never even stopped to consider them.
Until that evening, when it became clear to her just how much she craved her nightly orgasms. They were just so good, but with Emily in the same room, it would obviously be too awkward to take care of things herself. Especially since Emily was the object of her fantasies, and videos of Emily specifically got her off. Especially since they’d gotten a room which only had one bed.
To make matters worse, the case was pretty heavy, and JJ felt an even greater need to blow off some steam. She knew she needed to let go, somehow achieve one of those sweeping out-of-body orgasms that made her forget everything around her, empty her mind, made her forget herself.
Emily was in the shower, having given the JJ the opportunity to take the first one, and JJ couldn’t help but create a mental picture of her fellow agent. The water streaming down her body, cascading down her perfect tits, down over her impressive dick. Her eyes closed, face lifted up toward the stream, mouth slightly open. Her wet lips.
JJ cursed to herself, feeling her pussy flood with arousal, her blood thrumming so loudly in her ears that she never noticed the sound of the shower being turned off. She was just about to risk it and try to rub one out quickly when the bathroom door opened and Emily entered the bedroom area.
JJ knew she was flushed, and could almost cry with need and frustration.
Emily frowned at her. “You okay there, Jay?”
JJ pursed her lips, closing her eyes tightly. Who exactly had she been kidding, thinking she was fine sharing a room with Emily when all she wanted to do was fuck her until there was nothing left of her?
JJ gave Emily a quizzical look when Emily laughed, a deep blush covering her face. “Uh… okay. I’ll admit, I didn’t see that one coming," she said, her voice tinged with nervousness. “No pun intended,” she added jokingly.
“What?” JJ asked, dread suddenly filling her stomach. “What are you talking about?”
It was Emily’s turn to give JJ a quizzical look. “… you just told me that all you wanted to do was fuck me until there was nothing left of me?”
JJ thought she would die of mortification. “Oh god, I said that out loud?” She groaned, burying her face in her hands.
“Yep,” Emily chuckled, relaxing a bit at JJ’s obvious embarrassment. “You did. And uh… don’t get me wrong, JJ, I’d love to let you do just that. But there’s something you should know that might totally change your mind.”
JJ knew where this was going. As things couldn’t possibly get more discomfiting for her as it was, she decided to spare Emily the ordeal of trying to explain her anatomical peculiarities. But still, JJ was in fact so incredibly mortified that she couldn’t exactly form coherent thoughts or sentences. “Lauren Reynolds,” JJ blurted out from behind her hands, which were still covering her face.
“What?” Emily asked, stunned and slightly panicked.
JJ steeled herself, then removed her hands from her face, wringing them nervously in her lap instead. “I know about your dick. I was… in search of sexual release when I found old videos of you on some porn site. I didn’t know it was you when I clicked the first video, and it was just so fucking hot that I couldn’t stop watching. Every night. God, I’m so sorry, Emily!”
Emily blinked, taking a moment to process the information. She sat down on the bed with a tud, reaching into her pants, rearranging her dick with practised ease. “Well, I guess there’s no need to tuck this one away anymore, then,” Emily smiled in an attempt to relax JJ a bit, even though her smile was clearly strained. “Those videos are still out there? Dammit, and I paid so much money to have them deleted everywhere.”
JJ frowned, worrying her lip. “Well, you know what Garcia would say. What enters the internet -”
“Never leaves the internet,” Emily finished for her. “I know. But still. Shit, that was such a long time ago, JJ. You have to know I don’t do that anymore. I never did it seriously. I was just young and stupid and looking for a way to rebel against my mother. Looking for a way to embarrass her and establish myself as my own person. I obviously found much better and healthier ways to do that later.” Emily was silent for a moment, then she focused on something else JJ had said: ‘when I clicked the first video’.
JJ could almost hear the gears turning in Emily’s head. Then Emily turned to JJ, her eyes suddenly filled with mirth and intrigue. “So… you watched more than one video?” Emily almost sounded breathless. “And you got off on them?”
JJ sighed. “Yeah. I’ve just been so sexually frustrated, Em, you have no idea. You know I’m bisexual, and my frustration was growing so much that I wasn’t sure what I needed most; a hard dick filling my pussy, or a pair of great tits to lick and suck.” JJ figured all embarrassment was out the window now, but didn’t miss the surprised look on Emily’s face at how forwardly she was speaking.
Emily’s entire face and neck were flushed, and at first JJ couldn’t tell whether it was embarrassment, arousal, or a combination of both. JJ was really hoping for arousal to be at least part of the equation, because she wasn’t sure how much longer she could stand being so near Emily and not knowing how she felt on her, inside her. Emily didn’t seem to be about to make a move, though. JJ had to admit this surprised her a bit; from Emily’s confidence at work and whenever they went out, she’d thought her colleague would be much more forward when it came to sex. Even thought it seemed like it shouldn’t be possible, JJ was even more turned on at the prospect of taking the lead.
Almost as a test, JJ tried to catch Emily’s eyes. The first eye contact was fleeting, Emily’s eyes widening before she looked away, blinking nervously. JJ grabbed Emily’s hand, squeezed it, sought her eyes again. This time, she used her other hand to cup Emily’s jaw, making it impossible for the other woman to look away.
It was now or never.
“Em?” JJ asked softly.
“JJ?” Emily’s reponse was laced with hope, expectation and disbelief.
“You know how I was saying earlier that I wasn’t sure what I needed most; a hard dick filling my pussy, or a pair of great tits to lick and suck?” JJ made sure to maintain their eye contact, and she was pleased to see Emily’s pupils grow large and dark with lust.
“Mhm,” Emily barely managed to utter, face red, breathing uneven.
“Obviously, I want it to be your hard dick filling my pussy, and lick and suck your pair of undoubtedly great tits. I think you want the same thing. Do you?” JJ’s tone was confident, Emily’s body giving away the answer.
Emily closed her eyes, took a deep breath, then said: “God, yes.”
Before she could properly finish her sentence, JJ climbed over into Emily’s lap and kissed her passionately, finally giving in to her desire. They spent only mere moments exploring each other’s lips before their lust took over and their tongues found each other. The kiss was messy, hurried, desperate. Somewhere in the back of her mind, JJ had a vague notion that she wanted to fully learn what kissing Emily felt like, really take the time to explore every inch of this beautiful woman beneath her. But the weeks of pent up arousal, of repressed lust, took over.
They positively devoured each other in a kiss that was hurried, sloppy even, in their shared need to connect, their mutual hunger, for deeper, harder, more.
Emily let out a downright filthy groan when JJ sucked on the tip of her tongue, almost simulating what she planned to do to Emily’s dick later. Their hips met as they bucked into each other, and it was JJ’s turn to let out a toe curling moan when she felt Emily’s erection rub against her pussy through their layers of clothing.
They were rudely interrupted by a loud knock on the door. JJ and Emily both cursed. JJ knew her face was flushed and her breathing irregular, but there was no way Emily could open the door with a raging hard-on, so she had to bite the bullet herself.
Reluctantly, she got up from Emily’s lap and made her way over to the door. She opened it, steeling herself for an endless amount of teasing about her flustered state in case it was Morgan. On the other side of the door, however, was Hotch, and if he noticed anything about the state she was in, he didn’t let on. The sense of urgency in his voice explained this attitude, as he informed JJ they were all needed at the local police station right away to deal with a pressing new development in the case.
JJ had kept the door closed as much as possible, and she knew Emily wasn’t visible from where Hotch was standing in the hallway. She told him she’d get Emily and they’d be right out.
She closed the door with a deep sigh and pinched the bridge of her nose. Of course, the case was more important than her own proverbial blue balls, but she was still beyond frustrated. One look at Emily told her that she shared the feeling.
A burden shared is a burden halved, they said.
If this was only half of the burden, JJ couldn’t even begin to imagine how explosive the sex would be when they finally got to it.
°°°
The plane ride home felt like the longest one JJ had ever been on. They had both been able to focus on the case, and then there was that adrenaline rush that came with the capture of an unsub. However, since they’d settled down from that, both JJ and Emily had been struggling to act as if they were not completely affected by each other, and by the knowledge of what their plans were once they got home.
In a team full of profilers, JJ was under no illusion that she was fooling anyone. They’d definitely notice that she was more withdrawn than usual, but all her energy was focused on not jumping Emily’s bones and having her way with her. JJ had no doubt she’d get to do just that very soon, and once that itch was scratched, she’d be back to normal and nobody on the team would even remember her being slightly more distant.
JJ and Emily had agreed over text on the plane that Emily would stay behind a few minutes after JJ headed for the parking lot, and they’d meet up at Emily’s place, to avoid the others learning that they were going home together.
While walking from the jet to her car, Emily had put her glasses on. She mostly wore them when she was tired, or when she had to drive at night. Right now, she was definitely wearing them for the latter reason.
“Oh fuck me,” JJ cursed as she got out of her car, parked in Emily’s guest parking spot, and was able to fully take in Emily. She’d not often seen her wear her glasses, but they made her look impossibly hotter.
Emily smirked at her and slipped an arm around JJ’s waist. “Oh, I fully intend to.”
Normally, JJ would have some witty rebuttal to that, but not today. Instead, she allowed Emily to lead her to her apartement at a swift pace (and allowed Emily to fondle her ass while doing so).
By some miracle (or an exceptional show of self-restraint), they made it inside the apartment before ripping each other’s clothes off. As soon as they were inside the door, they locked their lips in a heated kiss, not letting go as they made their way onto the couch.
Last night, their make-out session had been interrupted for what turned out to be the break-through in the case. They’d caught their unsub and had made their way home in the morning. Emily lived closer to Quantico, so they had decided without words that they would go to her place to finally pick up where they’d left off.
The interruption had only made their desire burn hotter, and this make-out session was even heavier than last night’s. JJ was once again perched in Emily’s lap, their kiss searing, their bodies pressed together, moving against each other, with each other.
JJ felt like her entire body was on fire, and she simply couldn’t wait any longer. “Em?” she panted, throwing her head back when Emily licked her way up her neck to her earlobe. JJ felt like she would implode when Emily took JJ’s earlobe between her lips and suckled on it, licking behind her ear, her hands guiding JJ’s hips as she was essentially dry-humping her.
“Fuck,” JJ’s voice was deep, thick with arousal. “Emily -” she let out a sharp cry when Emily slipped her hand underneath JJ’s shirt and raked her nails across her back, scratching her skin in a way that was just on that delicious edge of pleasure and pain.
JJ couldn’t form a coherent sentence with Emily playing her body like a fiddle before they were even naked. She pulled back, and at the look of confusion and doubt on Emily’s face, JJ’s words came rushing out: “I need you to fuck me, Emily. I need you to pound me until I can’t feel my body anymore. Please, please, take me to bed.”
Emily grinned at that. “Your wish…”
JJ couldn’t help but roll her eyes affectionately. Leave it to Emily Prentiss to be this impossibly turned on and still find it in herself to be her absolute dorky self. “Less talking, Agent Prentiss. I’m sure you can put that mouth of yours to far better use.”
Emily licked her lips, all trace of goofiness gone and replaced with determination. To JJ’s surrpise, Emily wrapped her arms around JJ underneath her legs, and lifted her up. JJ groaned and held onto Emily’s arms, feeling her biceps move as she carried her to the bedroom.
“The things I want to do to you,” JJ growled as Emily gently put her down on her bed. Wasting no time, she stood up to take off Emily’s shirt. Emily didn’t protest and returned the favour, then guided them both back onto the bed.
There would be time for taking it slow, for sexy undressing, for soft kisses and foreplay later. Right now, they were both entirely too turned on to even contemplate it. They were both topless in the blink of an eye, and each had to stop a second to admire the view.
“Jesus, Em,” JJ said breathlessly. Of course she’d seen Emily’s naked tits in the videos, but those were over ten years old, and her body had changed - but only for the better. Emily’s chest was heaving and JJ was enthralled by the sight of her magnificent tits, round and full, her nipples hard… with small silver bars pierced through them. JJ licked her lips. Those definitely hadn’t been there in the videos.
She wanted nothing more than to reach out and grab a handful, but was distracted by Emily following the same train of thought. “Fuck, JJ,” Emily had uttered as she took in JJ’s glorious body. Her tits were even better than Emily had imagined - perky, not more than a handful, small pink nipples tight and begging for her attention. Before her brain could even catch up, she’d reached over and cupped both of JJ’s breasts, squeezing them experimentally.
JJ let out a soft moan and crawled onto Emily’s lap, leaning forward to bring one hand to Emily’s chest and use to other to grab Emily’s jaw and kiss her deeply Emily returned the kiss, matching JJ’s intensity. JJ allowed her body to respond to Emily’s touch, pushing her chest into her hands as Emily started playing with her nipples. JJ was rocking slightly back and forth - her nipples had always been sensitive, and she couldn’t recall ever having been this turned on before in her life.
JJ moved her mouth to Emily’s neck, peppering her pale skin with kisses, then sucking on her pulse point. Emily bucked beneath her, and JJ pressed her hips into Emily as she moved her mouth to the closest breast. She brought one hand to Emily’s crotch as she flicked her tongue over Emily’s nipple, enjoying the feeling of the cool metal of the piercing. Emily hissed and pressed her hips into JJ again, who now had her hand on Emily’s unmistakable erection.
“Fuck, JJ, please,” Emily whined.
JJ shivered in delight. To have this magnificent woman begging her to touch her, to fuck her? She could hardly believe it could get any better than this, and this was only the beginning.
JJ loved feeling Emily’s body react to her touch, her dick growing harder as JJ intensified the attention of her mouth on Emily’s nipples. She allowed herself to enjoy a moment longer, but could tell from Emily’s urgent movements that if JJ didn’t let up soon, Emily would be cumming in her pants. As hot as it was that she’d be able to do that to her, JJ didn’t want to waste Emily’s first orgasm with JJ on her pants - hot though those cargo pants were.
JJ leaned back, panting heavily. Her nipples were rock hard, and her pussy was already soaking wet. She needed a minute herself if she didn’t want to end up wasting her own first orgasm with Emily on her own pants.
Emily gave her a look of pure adoration that caused JJ’s stomach to flip. Emily tucked a strand of hair behind JJ’s ear, and the gesture was unexpectedly tender given their circumstances. They shared a soft kiss, deepening the connection that was forming between them so rapidly.
Once they’d both calmed down a little, JJ took pity on them both and unzipped Emily’s pants. Emily lifted her hips to allow JJ to tug her pants down, and JJ made sure to hook her fingers underneath the waistband of Emily’s boxers so they’d be dragged down along with her pants.
JJ groaned out a curse as she witnessed Emily’s dick spring out, rock hard, the flaming red head resting against Emily’s stomach. JJ had obviously seen Emily’s dick before, but again, those images had been from over ten years ago, and those years had most definitely been very kind to Emily Prentiss.
JJ’s eyes roved over Emily’s throbbing cock; it really was something else. It stood at attention, almost showing off for JJ’s benefit. Emily’s dick was definitely bigger than any JJ had had before, but she was confident she’d be able to take it. God knew she was horny enough. It was thick enough to stretch her, and she looked forward to the hint of pain that would go with it. It was veiny in a way that made her pussy tingle with anticipation, and Emily’s balls were heavy, guaranteeing JJ a promising load of cum. She couldn’t wait to feel it in her, on her, anywhere.
JJ was definitely grateful that she’d been so desperate she had turned to porn. If she hadn’t been somewhat prepared for this, she might have cum on the spot. Precum was already oozing out of the tip of Emily’s cock, offering even more proof of how aroused Emily was.
“Jennifer Jareau, are you going to just sit there and stare at my dick or are you actually going to fuck me?” Emily whined impatiently.
JJ reached forward and wrapped her hand around Emily’s dick, her fingers not quite meeting around the girth. “I was trying to decide whether I wanted it in my pussy or in my mouth first,” JJ said, squeezing Emily’s length as she moved her hand upward.
Emily cursed and bucked her hips into JJ’s touch. “Jesus, Jay, you better decide before I cum all over your hand.”
The very thought of Emily’s cum spilling all over her hand made JJ’s pussy spasm, and that gave her the answer she’d been looking for. She let go of Emily’s dick and tugged off her own pants and panties in record time. Emily’s eyes were devouring her pussy, her nostrils flaring at the scent that was greeting her, her hand stroking her dick.
JJ climbed on top of Emily and moaned when her bare ass met the cargo pants that were still bunched around Emily’s legs. Emily rubbed her dick against JJ’s clit, and JJ let out a filthy groan at how unreasonably good that felt.
Suddenly, Emily pulled back. JJ frowned in annoyance. What the hell?
“Protection?” Emily panted, her eyes on JJ’s heaving chest as she quickly took off her pants and boxers entirely.
“I’m on the pill and I’m clean. You?”
“I’m clean.”
JJ knew just how far gone Emily was because the secret dork she knew would have definitely joked about not being on the pill herself.
“Then I want you to fuck me raw,” JJ said, abandoning any inhibitions she might have had left. “I want to feel your cum fill my pussy until it drips out.”
“Fuck, Jay, you can’t say those things to me if you expect me to last!” Emily huffed as she scooted further back onto the bed to lean against the headboard.
JJ quirked an eyebrow as she made her way over to Emily, sitting on her knees and hovering over Emily. Emily lifted her own hips and rubbed the head of her dick against JJ’s clit, and any residual ability to form coherent thought left JJ’s head.
JJ hissed as Emily dragged her dick down her wet slit, bumping against her clit from below, repeating the motion a few times, then finally settling against her entrance.
“Inside,” JJ ordered. “Now!”
Emily slipped the head of her dick inside JJ’s pussy in response. JJ was about to tell her to go faster, but as she felt Emily’s cock stretch her, she bit back her demand. Emily was definitely bigger than she’d ever had, and JJ thanked her lucky stars that she could take it. She put her hands on Emily’s toned stomach for leverage, Emily’s hands now both on JJ’s hips as the two of them worked together to bury Emily’s dick inside JJ’s pussy.
JJ shivered, her tits tightening in pleasure as she felt the ridges of Emily’s cock drag along her walls, the prominent veins adding to the sensation in an indescribable way. The stretch was slightly painful, but oh so good. So very good. JJ was addicted already, Emily’s dick was the perfect size for her. Just as she thought Emily could not go inside her any further, Emily canted JJ’s hips with her hands and her cock slid in impossibly deep, until JJ’s pussy lips met Emily’s pelvis.
They both looked down, moaning at the sight of Emily’s length entirely enveloped in JJ’s pussy.
Emily kept still, allowing JJ to adjust to her size, her mouth slightly open as her gaze was fixed on where their bodies met. “Wish I could take a picture,” Emily sighed.
If JJ had had her wits about her, she’d have made some joke about Emily’s exhibitionist streak piping back up, but as it was, she was not able to form full sentences. “Later,” is all she managed. Because god damn, this was so hot, she wanted a picture for herself. This was already the best sex she’d ever had, and they’d barely even begun.
JJ started slowly moving her hips back and forth, crying out at how good that felt. She gradually lifted herself up, then dropped down again as she started riding Emily. Emily moved her hands to JJ’s ass, pulling her in closer. JJ enjoyed the feeling of Emily’s abs moving under her hands as Emily met her thrusts.
“May I slap your ass?” Emily asked, though it was clearly an effort to speak.
“God, yes!” JJ replied enthusiastically. She liked it a bit rough, and wouldn’t have minded if Emily had just gone for it, but the fact that she had asked made her love her even more.
It almost felt like a record screeched.
JJ stilled momentarily.
What did she mean, even more?
But then Emily slapped JJ’s ass, hard, and JJ didn’t even register that she was filing that thought away for later. “Harder,” JJ panted, increasing her pace, riding Emily faster. Emily followed her instructions, using one hand to slap JJ’s ass hard then rub it, the other on her hip, alternating the two. JJ loved the sound it made, the sting increasing with every slap on her ass.
“Fuck fuck fuck!” JJ had never felt this full before. Then Emily brought both hands to JJ’s waist and kept her body still as she drilled into her from below.
Emily’s movements were as even as she could muster, careful to keep the rhythm of her pounding in check to allow JJ’s orgasm to build. Then Emily slid one hand to JJ’s pussy and used her finger to circle her clit, and JJ wasn’t able to hold herself up anymore.
She let herself collapse on top of Emily, and cried out when Emily squeezed her ass while pulling her closer, the ever so slight change in angle causing Emily’s dick to rub JJ’s G-spot.
JJ was pretty sure she was crying, but she really, really didn’t care. Their tits were rubbing against each other, the cold metal of Emily’s nipple piercings rubbing against JJ’s burning skin. Their mouths found each other in a sloppy kiss as Emily increased her pace, her arms now locked around JJ’s waist, trapping her against her body as she pounded into her, continuing to build up the pace.
“Oh my god,” JJ groaned, her voice low and hoarse. “Oh FUCK! Emily!”
She was so close she could almost taste it, just a bit more and-
Suddenly, Emily pulled out of her. JJ was about to protest in anger, but didn’t get the chance as Emily simply flipped them over in a hot display of strength, so JJ was on her back and Emily on top of her. She pushed JJ’s legs open, panting as she slid her throbbing hard dick inside JJ’s pussy again, picking up where she’d left off but kicking up the speed a notch.
And another.
And another.
JJ felt like she was dying, and she was so, so happy about it. A beast had been unleashed in Emily, and she was fucking into JJ at a murderous pace now. JJ’s entire body was on fire, and she was only vaguely aware of the filthy sounds she was making. She didn’t care about anything other than the way Emily was making her feel pleasure in every inch of her body.
JJ’s eyes were glazed over, her vision blurry. She could only see the outline of Emily, her body moving vigorously. JJ had long lost the strength to fuck back. All she could do was lie there and take it. She usually preferred to be the one to do the taking, but she felt a sense of immense power at being able to make the always composed Emily lose control like this. She liked being dominated from time to time, and she’d never been so happy to be trapped underneath someone else.
JJ felt an intense tingling in her toes, the feeling rushing up her legs like a wave, and she teetered on the edge. “Ugh, Emily - harder - ruin-”
Before JJ could finish her semblance of a sentence, Emily snarled and followed her command, the sheer force of her hip movements shifting her angle again. At the same time, Emily brought her mouth to JJ’s chest and bit down on her nipple, more roughly than she had before. JJ felt like the air was leaving her body, and she came with a sharp cry as her back arched into Emily. Her orgasm ripped through her, again and again, and she wasn’t even entirely sure if it was one long drawn out orgasm, or multiple orgasms following each other rapidly as Emily kept fucking her with admirable stamina, even though JJ’s pussy was clenching down on Emily’s dick hard. JJ’s entire body felt locked up, and she had no choice but to go with it.
JJ revelled in the feeling of Emily’s sweaty body against hers, Emily’s face a picture of concentration. JJ tangled her hand in Emily’s brunette hair, pulling her in closer as Emily was losing her rhythm, slowly falling apart. Emily’s dick felt so deliciously hard and thick inside her, she could feel it pulse with need, and she wanted nothing more than to feel her spill her load inside her.
“I want you to fill up my pussy,” JJ moaned, and while it was mainly an attempt to get Emily to find her much needed release, she did mean it. “Come on, stud. I want to feel you between my legs for days. I want it to fucking hurt. Give me your load, baby,” JJ egged Emily on.
“FUUUUUUUUUUCK!” Emily came, loudly and with a string of curses. JJ could feel Emily’s dick inside her tight pussy, tensing up and filling her with jet after jet of warm cum. JJ was in heaven, and from the sound of it, Emily was right there with her.
Emily collapsed on top of her, the last drops of her cum dripping onto JJ’s pussy as she pulled out. Even though she hadn’t ever been very into having someone cum on her instead of inside her, JJ couldn’t fight back the moan. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she registered her desire to revisit that sometime.
Emily was cuddled up to her, their tits pressed together. JJ shivered and once again marvelled at the feeling of Emily’s piercings against her own skin. Their eyes met, and each grinned at how completely blissed out the other looked. Still attempting to catch their breath, they met each other for a series of short, lazy kisses.
They lay in comfortable silence, kissing, hands wandering, exploring each other’s bodies insofar as they had access.
Emily’s dick had softened, but was still resting against JJ’s wet pussy. That was something else JJ had never really been that into. She loved dick, but only ever the kind that was hard, pounding into her. She loved it as a tool for getting her off. But with Emily, she loved it even soft, resting against her body.
She realised that that was because it was a part of Emily, and she loved every inch of this woman’s body. And her mind. There was that thought again - love. JJ was too overcome with satisfaction to fight it.
Emily interrupted her thoughts. “Holy fuck, Jareau. I’m pretty sure you’ve ruined me for anyone else,” she mused. As soon as the words had left her mouth, her eyes widened in panic at what those words had implied. Out loud. They’d basically only had sex, without having spoken about feelings, and Emily was clearly worried that sex was all that JJ wanted out of this and she’d now ruined it by implying they’d never have sex with other people anymore, ever.
JJ chuckled. That made that conversation a whole lot easier, as she had just now realised just how much she felt for Emily. Her response was the full honest truth, as she felt like all she wanted was to fuck Emily forever.
“Likewise, Prentiss.”
JJ turned and gave Emily a meaningful look.
Emily raised her eyebrows slightly, silently communicating her question. Are we doing this?
JJ nodded. We’re doing this. “That dick is mine now. Nobody else touches it,” JJ said, with uncharacteristic possessiveness. “That includes you, Supervisory Special Agent Prentiss.”
Emily gulped, both at the message JJ was conveying and at her use of her official title, then grinned. “Oh, really? How will you know if I touch it?”
JJ quirked an eyebrow and said confidently. “Trust me, I’ll know. And you will regret it if you don’t obey.”
Emily sighed. “Damn, Jay. You’re so fucking hot.” She leaned down for a kiss, deeper and more purposeful now that they had regained their strength. Her hands made their way to JJ’s tits, playing with them happily as JJ brought her own hands to Emily’s ass.
They shared a look and understood without words that they were both ready for round two.
°°°
JJ had honestly lost count of what round this was, not that she had the mental strength left to bother trying, given how Emily was currently fucking her brains out once again.
She glanced aside and smirked happily at the camera. They’d decided that it would be fun to record themselves, so they’d have something to masturbate to when they inevitably would have to spend some nights apart. Of course, they weren’t planning on putting this video on the internet. JJ loved the idea of being in one of Emily’s videos, without it being seen by everyone with an internet connection.
Earlier, while JJ was giving Emily the blowjob of a lifetime, Emily had discovered JJ’s degradation and praise kink. Emily loved it, and was exploring it fully.
“Such a good little slut for my cock,” Emily grunted into JJ’s ear as she pounded into her, hard and fast.
JJ was on hands and knees, moaning in pleasure as Emily fucked her from behind. Emily’s hands were gripping her hips so tightly she was sure it would leave bruises, but that just turned her on even more. “Yes!” She cried out. “I’m your slut, Em.”
“Damn right,” Emily snarled, slapping JJ’s ass hard. The sting felt criminally good and she yelped out, her hips rutting against Emily’s cock. “You’re such a filthy slut for this dick. Such a good girl taking it like that.”
“Emily,” JJ whined, overcome with how good it felt being fucked like this, being talked to like this. How earth shattering it was to have finally found that person who just got her, and knew instinctively when JJ wanted to dominate and when she wanted to be dominated.
“Use your words, babygirl,” Emily admonished her. “Tell me what you want.”
JJ moaned at the new nickname. “Ugh, harder, please! Please, Daddy, fuck me harder!” JJ honestly didn’t know where that had come from, but from the way Emily cursed and faltered, she knew her lover most definitely did not have a problem with it.
Emily struggled to regain her composure and she had to slow down for a second. She brought her hands to JJ’s arms. “Hands on your back,” she instructed her.
JJ adhered to Emily’s demand, delighted at the surprise of what was to come next, not even bothering to question Emily for slowing things down when she’d just asked her to fuck her harder. Emily clasped JJ’s wrists together, and JJ let herself fall forward onto the mattress. Emily made herself sit straighter, her dick never leaving JJ’s pussy. She held onto JJ’s wrists, pulling her arms back slightly as she searched for a new angle. She started fucking into her again, but found the angle too difficult to go as hard as JJ needed it.
Then Emily had a new idea. “Hold onto the headboard,” she demanded as she let go of JJ’s wrists.
JJ immediately obeyed. Emily now slid her hands to JJ’s sides, then over her stomach, to her tits. She couldn’t help but cup them and squeeze them, and she felt JJ clench around her cock.
With a tinge of regret, Emily moved her hands away from JJ’s tits. She dragged her palms up to and over JJ’s shoulders, then scooted closer and leaned forward, catching her own weight in order not to crush JJ. Yet.
Emily hooked her arms around JJ’s shoulders from below. JJ was still holding onto the headboard, and Emily was delighted to find herself in the perfect position to give JJ exactly what she wanted: to be ravished.
“Are you ready, babygirl?” Emily asked, resuming her thrusts slowly.
“Yes, I want it!” JJ replied eagerly.
Emily let her torso rest on JJ’s back, her dick nestled so deep inside JJ’s pussy, her tits pressed against JJ’s back - and once again, those piercings adding a delicious layer of sensation for them both.
“I’m about to get rough, sweetheart,” Emily warned JJ, wanting to make extra sure.
JJ turned her head to look at Emily, and Emily felt her entire body still a the look of utter adoration and submission on JJ’s flushed face. “Yeah, Daddy, give it to me. Please, please give it to me, give it to me as hard as you can!” She begged.
Emily didn’t need to be told twice. She moved her legs a little bit to make sure she had enough leverage, then started thrusting into JJ at full force. “Close your legs, slut,” she hissed.
JJ immediately did as she was told, moaning at just how much more of Emily’s hard dick she could feel like this.
“Such a good slut,” Emily praised her. “My beautiful princess. Such a good girl.”
JJ felt so intensely good that she didn’t have the ability to respond. She gave herself over to Emily completely as the other woman increased the pace of her thrusts steadily. JJ’s pussy was so wet, and Emily felt so damn good inside her. She could feel the woman’s breath on her neck, her pierced nipples hard against her back, her strong arms lifting JJ’s torso off the bed and hugging her against her own body. And that glorious big dick of hers stretching her, fucking her, her own legs closed which only increased the intensity of the feeling.
Before long, Emily was ploughing into her brutally. JJ held onto the headboard for dear life. JJ felt as if she were leaving her own body, entirely weightless, completely at Emily’s mercy and loving every single second of it. She pressed her head down onto the mattress as her hips pushed up to meet Emily’s thrusts.
“Mmm, you’re being so good for me, babygirl,” Emily murmured into JJ’s ear. The combination of the rough fucking and the soft talking did things to JJ. She moaned, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of Emily in her and all around her. “You make me so proud,” Emily cooed, her balls now slapping against JJ’s thighs.
“Thank you, Daddy,” JJ said, her voice muffled by the mattress. “Thank you for fucking me so good!”
Emily felt shivers run down her spine. Deciding her girl deserved a reward, she slid her hands from JJ’s shoulders back to her tits, cupping them and squeezing. Emily felt she was close to reaching her orgasm, and could tell from the way JJ’s walls were gripping her cock that she was getting there herself.
As good as this position felt, Emily knew that it was too tight to really get them there.
“Let go of the headboard,” she instructed JJ, and as soon as JJ had done so, Emily rubbed JJ’s shoulder blades quickly.
She slipped her dick out of JJ, who whimpered at the loss and collapsed onto the mattress. Emily moaned at the sight of her hard dick, drenched in JJ’s juices. Emily maneuvered them so that their feet were now facing the headboard, providing an excellent view for the camera for what she had planned next.
Emily picked up JJ and held her in her arms as she lay them down on the mattress. JJ couldn’t feel her limbs anymore, hovering somewhere very close to the brink of her orgasm. It was as if even her body didn’t have the capacity to comprehend where she was, and whether she’d cum yet or not.
JJ’s back still pressed against Emily’s chest, Emily spread JJ’s legs, then hooked her own legs over them and dug her heels into the mattress.
Her dick was brushing against JJ’s thighs, and she couldn’t see, so she asked JJ for assistance. “Can you put my dick back inside you, babygirl?”
JJ blinked, her mind needing a minute to process the words. She moaned softly as her hand found Emily’s dick, still rock hard, the head flaring red and weeping with precum, mixing in with JJ’s own wetness. JJ couldn’t wait to clean that dick with her mouth when they were done, feeling it stretch her jaws again.
JJ jerked her hand over Emily’s dick gently, then guided the tip to her entrance. She shuddered at how good it felt to have Emily slide back inside her.
Emily then brought her hands back to JJ’s tits, squeezing them, rolling her nipples between her fingers. JJ’s gorgeous ass was resting against her body, Emily’s dick buried deep inside her pussy, JJ’s legs spread wide.
They were both so close to the edge that they didn’t need much, and neither had the strength left to take up the murderous pace they’d been going at.
Instead, Emily pushed into JJ in one fluid motion, lifting her hips as JJ’s pussy once again took her entire length. Emily’s kept fucking into JJ with the same decisive strokes, steadily building up a rhythm again.
JJ was so close - and then Emily slid her hands down across JJ’s abs to her pussy, spreading her lower lips and moving one hand to JJ’s clit. JJ cried out as Emily simply rested her finger underneath her clit, the pad of her finger slanted so that the entire length of JJ’s clit was resting on it. The force of Emily’s thrusts provided all the friction that JJ needed.
“Cum for me, baby,” Emily encouraged her, struggling to string the words together.
“Please cum inside me, Daddy,” JJ begged. “I wanna feel you cum in my pussy again, I want you fill me up again, please - please - oh Daddy!” JJ cried out.
She could feel Emily’s balls tighten against her thighs, Emily’s hips stilling before a final thrust upward had Emily spill her load deep inside JJ.
It was enough to tip JJ over the edge as well, the combination of their intense fucking and the feeling of Emily’s hot cum filling up her pussy proving too much to hold the orgasm at bay. Her walls were fluttering around Emily’s dick, sucking it in, making it harder for Emily to move inside her. JJ could feel her orgasm in every fibre of her being. To say she had never cum this hard was the understament of the century.
Emily’s thrusts were now erratic, her only focus on filling JJ’s sweet pussy with every last drop of her cum. She felt like her soul was leaving her body - this orgasm was simply out of this world.
JJ’s mind was just gone as she enjoyed her own orgasm crashing through her body. Feeling a sudden desire to be even closer to Emily, she tapped Emily’s legs in a request to let go. Emily understood and moved her legs. JJ lifted her hips and moaned when she felt Emily’s cock spurt the occasional jet of cum against her pussy, then her thighs, as she turned around and lay down on top of Emily. They were now facing each other.
JJ barely registered what she was doing as she rubbed her clit over Emily’s dick a few times, from the balls to the head and back, then putting Emily’s dick back inside her pussy to give in to her need to be stuffed.
“Shit,” Emily sobbed, her head thrown back, her face flushed and sweaty.
JJ kissed Emily on the lips as they rode out their orgasms, slowly and gently, Emily still occasionally spasming inside JJ.
Emily kissed her back. The kiss was lazy, uncoordinated, both of them too tired to focus on anything and simply enjoying the taste of each other, enjoying their connection.
It took them a while to regain some semblance of clarity, but they didn’t mind. They had all the time in the world. Emily was sucking on JJ’s collarbone, sure to leave a hickey, but JJ didn’t mind. She felt overwhelmed with a certainty that she had never known before in her life.
She cupped Emily’s jaw with her hand and brought their mouths together again. As their lips, then their tongues, met each other for a passionate dance, it fully clicked for JJ.
She had found her person.
Her forever person.
And from the way Emily was kissing her so intensely, yet so tenderly, she knew the feeling was mutual.
It didn’t scare her. It didn’t annoy her.
It only made her impatient to spend every day of her life with the glorious woman underneath her, who was so much more than she had ever dared hope for. A complete contrast to her usual impatience for romance.
Good things come to those who wait, indeed.
°°°
“So, can you do it?” JJ asked Penelope expectantly.
Penelope grinned like the Cheshire Cat. “So, let me get this straight. No pun intended, of course. Emily starred in porn videos when she was in college, paid a small fortune to have them wiped from the internet forever, and yet they’re still out there, a fact that was discovered by JJ and through mysterious ways led to the two of you getting it on?”
JJ and Emily groaned. They’d given Garcia a very tame and stripped down version of what had happened, to explain why they were asking her for this favour.
“Yes,” Emily said impatiently. “So, can you do it? Without, you know, watching any of them?”
Garcia quirked an eyebrow playfully. “Aw, sugar, you won’t let a girl have some fun?” she joked.
JJ almost snarled, wrapping her arm around Emily and pulling her in close in what was clearly a statement. “She’s mine, Penelope. Those videos need to be deleted everywhere, because nobody gets to see what’s mine,” she said heatedly.
Emily shifted on her feet uncomfortably, trying to think of the worst of their cases to chase away the stirrings in her pants that were her fate every time JJ’s slightly aggressive possessive streak came out to play.
“Down, girl,” Garcia laughed. “I’m not after your toy.”
Emily hadn’t even registed Garcia’s reponse, but she felt JJ freeze at her side.
Emily looked at JJ, and almost whimpered. JJ’s eyes were staring Garcia down, slightly squeezed, her jaws tight, nostrils flaring. “You saw the videos?” JJ’s voice was dangerously low and calm.
Even though they all knew JJ would never actually harm Garcia, Garcia still gulped and blinked rapidly, almost as if she were subconsciously stressing her innocence. “No!”
“Then what are you talking about?” JJ asked, her voice and demeanour unchanged.
“I have access to all of your field reports. I don’t read them, but I have to update the files, and that one time Emily got kicked in the nuts by that unsub? Well, that’s how I learned Emily has nuts to get kicked. It took her longer to recover enough to walk again than it would if she didn’t, and, well, the report was colourful enough that I had to clean it up a bit. I never mentioned it to Emily cause I didn’t want to put her on the spot.”
JJ’s aggressive stance melted away as she turned to Emily in concern. “Shit, Em, I totally forgot about that. I wasn’t in the field when that happened, but I do remember you getting kicked. Are you okay?” She cooed, her hand subconsciously moving to Emily’s crotch as if to cup it protectively.
Emily laughed, grabbing JJ’s hand and lacing their fingers. She was far from opposed to JJ touching her there, but she was very aware they weren’t alone in here. “Yeah, JJ, I’m okay. That was a while ago. Besides, I’m sure I wouldn’t have managed to rock your world like that this morning if I -”
“Ooooo-kay!” Garcia exclaimed, ostentatiously covering her ears with her hands. “I love you both to bits and I’m super happy for you, but I don’t need to know every sordid detail!”
JJ grinned, deciding to tease Garcia a little to establish they were on good terms, despite her earlier behaviour. “You sure, Penelope? I thought you always wanted the dirty details. Like how Emily just makes me feel so -”
“So, I’ll get right to deleting those videos. Lauren Reynolds, you said?” Garcia interrupted JJ, swiftly changing the subject.
“Yeah. So, you can do it?” JJ asked hopefully. “You can delete them off the internet forever? Cause I thought you told us before that you never really can delete anything off the net forever. Or were you just saying that to stop some of the team from being stupid about what they put online?”
“No, you can’t delete anything off the net forever,” Garcia responded, relieved to have successfully changed the topic of conversation. “But I do have a script written that I can adapt for this. It’ll delete the videos out there with certain strings of words in the code, and it’ll actively track any recurrences and delete them as soon as they turn up. So I can’t keep them from coming back, but they’ll be erased as soon as they pop up.”
Emily hugged Garcia in relief. “Thank you, thank you, thank you! What do I owe you?” she asked, wishing to herself she’d known Garcia when she first tried to have the evidence of her youthful indescretions erased.
Garcia tapped her chin as if deep in in thought. “Naming your firstborn after me will do.”
Emily and JJ shared a look, and to their mutual surprise and delight, neither of them seemed panicked at the idea of a baby.
“What do you say?” Emily asked JJ casually, as if they’d already talked about this. When in reality, they hadn’t even gone on a date, or talked about their feelings for each other in detail. They’d been way too busy fucking the daylight out of each other, communicating their shared adoration with passionate and slow lovemaking in between rough fuck sessions. It was amazing how every time they had sex, they ended up just wanting more.
JJ shrugged, her attitude as nonchalant as Emily’s had been. “I can see it, as a middle name, maybe? But then, of course, you’d have to accept being their godmother,” JJ said, as if they were talking about the weather.
Garcia gaped at them, her jaw just shy of hitting the floor. Then she squealed. “Oh! I can’t wait!”
Emily and JJ smiled at their friend’s enthusiasm and shared a quick kiss.
“What do you say, Agent Jareau? Want to go home and practise some more?” Emily muttered into JJ’s ear, ghosting her lips against JJ’s skin.
“I heard that!” Garcia exclaimed, then she jumped up and made shooing motions with her hands. “Now get outta here before you jump each other and defile my lair!”
JJ’s eyes twinkled in mischief. “One more thing, Penelope. You think you could write us an app that will allow us to store videos and pictures on our phones, without anyone else ever having any kind of access to it, even if they somehow got hold of our phones and passcodes?”
Garcia scoffed, her indignation instantly forgotten. “You dare question me? Of course I can, Peaches!”
Then she seemed to realise what was behind the question, and her face fell. “Oh God. This is my life now, isn't it?” she asked, mockingly dejected.
Emily and JJ looked at each other, nodded, then both leaned in to give Garcia a kiss on either cheek.
“Thanks, Penelope!” Emily said happily, as JJ grabbed her hand. “See you tomorrow!”
Garcia shook her head affectionately. From the little they had told her about their getting… more privately acquainted with each other, and how they were around each other, she just knew that those two were for life.
She truly couldn’t be happier for her friends, as they each deserved the best. And that’s what they had found in each other.