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It wasn’t supposed to happen that way. It was only supposed to be a routine interview. He wasn’t supposed to have a hidden weapon. Emily never wanted to fire her gun. But it did, he did, and so did she.
JJ watched, cuddled up from her blanket on the couch in the jet. Emily had been lost in her own mind since they left the prison, and JJ thought she herself would be more tired from the adrenaline of having a knife to her throat. She wasn't. She was entirely focused on the sad and frustrated look on Emily's face as she took apart her Glock 19 and cleaned each piece before putting it back together and doing it all over again. She'd been doing it since the jet had taken off.
“A penny for your thoughts?”
“I should have seen it.” Emily gritted out as she slammed the magazine into her weapon before clicking the button and sliding it out again.
“You couldn’t have, Em.” JJ dropped the blanket from her shoulders and made her way over to the seat next to Emily. “These things happen, and I’m fine.”
She couldn't help but keep her eyes focused on the Emily's hands as they completely unloaded the magazine and began taking apart the rest of the gun.
Emily scoffed and paused for a moment to look at JJ. “It’s different. I’m the Section Chief of the BAU, I need to be the one to notice these things.” She placed all of the bullets that were inside the magazine in her now empty glass of scotch and began putting the weapon back together.
“Nobody is perfect, you don’t have to be.” JJ watched the way Emily began angrily wiping down the barrel of the gun and sliding all the mechanisms into place. It should be wrong to be as turned on as she was. Maybe the adrenaline hadn't worn off yet, but she couldn't help thinking about how she wished Emily was on top of her at that moment. Fucking the fear out of her.
JJ hadn't had sex in over a year, the last time being a one-night stand she met at a bar a few months after her and Will's divorce. It was an amicable split, during the height of the pandemic, stress at home was at an all-time high and the blonde no longer felt the same way she did about her husband. She started noticing towards the end how he looked at other women, and she couldn't even be mad because she was looking at them too.
It's still a mystery to her, how she could be so far along in her life and still question her own sexuality. She knew she still liked men, she just didn't know it was possible at her age to realize that she liked women too.
“JJ, are YOU okay?” Emily's voice so close to her had scared her out of her mental dilemma.
“Yeah, why?” JJ breathed out as she tried to feign innocence.
“Because I’ve been talking to you for a minute and you haven’t responded.”
It was only then that she noticed just how close the older woman had gotten to her. Emily was practically leaning into JJ's seat. It took all of JJ's strength and energy to ignore how that thought was making her feel. “Sorry, I’m good.”
“I can tell when you’re lying Jennifer Jareau, c’mon, I thought we were closer than that.”
Oh we are definitely close.
“It’s nothing.” JJ's breathing started to pick up as she listened, her eyes focused on Emily's hand holding her glock carefully as it rested on the table. The bullets still sitting in the glass.
Emily watched her every move, following her line of sight to the gun in her hands, the way her chest seemed to rise and fall a bit quicker, even the flutter of her pulse could be seen from the vein in her neck. “Is it my gun? I can put it away if it’s bothering you.”
“NO, DON’T.” JJ quickly tried to correct herself. “You don’t have to do that. It’s fine watching you.”
Emily laughed menacingly as she went back to examining her weapon. “Why ‘cause it’s meditative or because you think it’s hot?”
Shit . The silence between the two of them spoke more than if either of them had actually said anything. “JJ?”
JJ’s heart felt like it was going to beat out of her chest. She had been extremely curious lately, she'd only ever slept with men but the thought of sleeping with a woman excited her in ways she could never describe.
Emily stared at her friend, completely confused. So the gun turned her on? Well this just makes everything more complicated . Here Emily was worried for the safety of her friend, beating herself up over the decision to bring her with, and all the blonde could do was think about sex.
JJ began to step out of the seat, frantically backtracking everything she had said. “I’m sorry.”
The only thing that stopped her was a harsh grip on her wrist and the absolute domineering tone coming from Emily, almost angry. “Em?”
“Don’t move.”
She was frozen, scared that she had done something wrong, but also she was absolutely soaked from the thought of Emily shooting that inmate, when Emily spoke again.
“The only thing that you're going to do is stand up and take off your pants.”
Huh?
“Now.” Emily's voice was angry. Every frustration, all of the stress over finding Goldstar, and now the stress and anger at JJ, who to Emily, had no regard for her own life. If all JJ could think about was sex, then Emily was going to give it to her.
JJ swallowed the lump in her throat and stood up completely, slowly and timidly unbuttoning her pants before sliding them down. She looked into Emily's eyes, brown orbs fueled with a fire she had never seen. “Emily, I-”
“Shut up. Now take off your underwear.” She said as she stood up and grabbed her go bag, turning towards the small bathroom on the jet. “They had better be off when I come back.”
Back? “Where are you-?”
“Now.”
Without another word Emily disappeared, and JJ was absolutely stunned. This was not at all what she was expecting. She wasn't expecting anything really, besides going home and either taking a cold shower or using her beloved purple vibrator that was in the drawer of her nightstand. Right now however, she couldn't help but do whatever Emily said. This wasn't her friend who had sat with her while she cried about her divorce, or the friend who had her back in multiple situations. This was a different Emily all together, one JJ had never seen.
When the older woman had returned from the bathroom, she went right back to sitting at the same seat, looking almost no different than before. They had seen each other naked before but this felt different, JJ thought as she tried to shyly cover herself. She felt more exposed than ever. “Emily?”
“Turn around.”
JJ did as she was told and turned to face the couch. She heard a slight rustling before she was forcefully yanked back onto the seat and on top of Emily. That's when she felt it, and she groaned at the realization.
When Emily had gone to the bathroom she had put on a strap that she had intended to use on a long distance booty call before they had canceled. The blonde could feel it, large and cool as it rubbed up against her slit. She was dripping.
Her body moved on its own, hips gyrating trying to find any form of friction. Quietly moaning against the strap between her legs. “Shit!”
Emily's hands were on her hips, lifting her up and sliding the fake cock along the wetness that was there before slowly lowering her down onto it. Going slowly to allow JJ to adjust to the size.
When JJ felt the rough texture of the other woman's slacks on her bare ass, she dropped her head and let out a low groan. The strap was big no doubt about it. Stretching her just enough to teeter on the edge of being painful.
She barely had time to catch her breath before Emily's hand quickly grabbed her throat and began to squeeze.
“Since you want to act like a brat, thinking with your pretty pussy instead of your brain, you are going to sit here while I clean my gun and you are not going to move.”
The whine that came out of JJ was a sound she didn't even think she could make. She wanted so badly to start grinding.
Emily began taking apart her weapon again, leaving the bullets out of it. She took her time cleaning it, pulling out the magazine and with a small brush cleaning the inside slowly and seductively. Taking care of each piece. Every now and then she would take a moment to rub her thumb over the cool metal, using her other hand to undo each of JJ's buttons on her shirt.
JJ’s mind was going wild. Her breathing was heavy and she was feeling overstimulated and under stimulated all at once. The feeling of Emily’s cold, deft fingers on her now bared chest were making it very hard to keep her resolve. She wanted to cry, she felt so full and wanted so badly for Emily to just take her.
The waiting was agony. She could feel her eyelids start to get heavy, but she kept her focus on the gun in front of her. When her shirt was completely undone and off she felt cool hands slide underneath the cups of her bra. “Emily, please.”
She felt rather than heard Emily's low chuckle underneath her. Then the hand was gone, JJ longing for the older woman's caress. She felt her bra loosen and she slid it off of her body, tossing it wherever it would fall on the jet.
Pull apart. Clean. Put down. Pull apart. Clean. Put down.
Over and over again until JJ was sure she could picture each piece in her brain.
JJ couldn’t form a coherent thought when she felt the metal of the now almost reassembled gun rub slowly over her now perked nipples. Emily's other hand grabbing the empty magazine and running it down the blonde's stomach.
“Please. I need-”
“Need what?”
JJ's voice barely over a whisper, her breathing heavy and her legs trembling. Her need to come overpowering her need for praise. Over her need to listen and follow orders. “I can’t, Em. I need to come.”
“You can take it. I know you can be a good girl for me and wait a little longer.” Emily moved the magazine back up JJ's torso before placing it on the table, still keeping the main piece of the gun touching skin, she clicked it into place.
The click and quick jerk of Emily's Glock sent a shock through JJ. Her hips twitching without her permission. She let out a deep sigh as her hips began moving on their own, slowly, back and forth as she nearly cried at the much-needed friction.
Emily's hand was back at her throat squeezing harder while the other hand holding the gun gripped JJ's hips with a fierceness that would definitely bruise. “I said don’t move, and you can’t even follow that simple order.”
“Emily, PLEASE.”
“No. I don’t think you deserve it now.” She let go of JJ's throat and pushed her forward towards the table, JJ's hands immediately gripping at the table to hold on to something. “I need to come. Please.”
Emily grabbed JJ's hips and dragged them out of the seat and over to the couch, the younger woman whining at the loss of the strap inside of her before getting flipped around to face Emily.
“Only good girls get to come, JJ. You aren’t one right now.”
She punctuated her sentence with a single thrust of the strap back into JJ, who now had tears running down her face as she pleaded. “I’ll listen, I promise. Em, please.”
“Can you? You haven’t shown me that you can listen.” The gun still in her hand, she grabbed it like she normally would and began sliding the barrel of it up JJ's front, circling the tip of the weapon around her neglected nipple.
Click .
JJ's body jerked at the soft click of Emily's weapon dry firing. “I promise, I will.”
Emily pulled her hips back, pulling out of JJ almost to the tip before slamming back in. “Then prove it.”
She started a slow and hard rhythm, almost pulling out completely before thrusting back. Sliding the top of her weapon again before moving the barrel to JJ's other nipple.
Click .
“Oh god., Emily.” If this was what sex with a woman was like then she was definitely missing out. Her hands reached around Emily's back, scratching at her silk blouse.
“Tell me what you want, JJ.” The gray-haired woman slid the barrel down taught abs until she reached her navel.
Click. Another thrust.
“I-I need… Oh!”
The cool feeling of the barrel touched her clit and had her eyes rolling back, her hips searching for more.
“Need what?” Emily's voice, deep and sultry.
“Fuck me, Em.”
Another Click. Another thrust.
A wicked chuckle came from above her. “Oh, but I am fucking you JJ.”
She began rubbing the tip of the gun up and down JJ’s slit, pausing to pull the trigger on her bundle of nerves.
Click. Thrust.
JJ could see the corners of her vision start to fade and she could feel a white heat begin to build in her lower stomach. “I need you to fuck me, Emily. Please. Make me come. Make me come on your gun, please.”
“That’s my good girl.” Emily picked up the pace, thrusting hard and fast while one hand guided JJ's hips to grind on the weapon pressed against her clit. “You wanted me to fuck you with my gun.”
Click.
“You couldn’t help but get wet at the sight of me cleaning it, could you?”
Click.
“Yes.” She breathed out, whining over finally being fucked the way she wanted. The way she needed. JJ's brain was running a million miles a minute, every answer to every question was being given to her. Did she like women? Yes.
Click.
Did she want to have sex with women? Yes.
Click.
Did she want to have sex with Emily? Yes! Emily was ruining her. Ruining any sex she would have with anyone else. She needed this more than she needed air.
“You’re such a good girl for me, taking all of me.” A deep thrust.
“Look at you making a mess of my gun.” Click.
“So wet.”
It was all too much for her. JJ felt a white hot heat flash through her body and she clenched around Emily's large strap. Witness dripping down her thighs onto the couch below them, as tears dripped down her face. “Fuck, EMILY!”
Emily slowed her pace, thrusting through JJ's orgasm until the blonde’s back relaxed and she slumped onto the couch.
With her strap still, unmoving inside JJ's wet heat, Emily lifted the gun from between their legs and licked a strip up the top to the tip of the barrel. Her tongue collecting all of the wetness that was there.
“There’s my good girl.” She brushed a few stray hairs off of JJ's face that had gotten stuck to the sweat on her skin. Slowly pulling out of the younger woman before walking to the little kitchenette on the jet to clean up in between her legs.
JJ couldn't help but to giggle as she lifted her arms and wiped the tears that had now nearly dried on her cheeks. “I think I learned my lesson now.”
“And what’s that?”
“Women are definitely better than being with a man.”
Emily laughed softly. “Well I could have just told you that.”
The blonde pondered for a moment, waiting until Emily was done wiping her off before looking deeply into dark brown eyes. She wanted to be with Emily, more than just sex. She wanted to learn what it was like to be emotionally intimate with a woman. She wanted to learn what Emily liked and didn't like in a relationship. She wanted to learn everything.
“I still don’t know one thing though.” JJ's soft smile turned mischievous.
“Oh? And what could that be, Agent Jareau?”
JJ grabbed Emily's arms and quickly flipped them over on the couch, straddling Emily's waist before leaning in close, her hot breath brushing along the older woman’s ear.
“I still don’t know what you’ll taste like when you come.”