Lead the Way - Chapter 051 - Could This Be Home
Wow, finally I get to upload the new chapter! LJ was so bitchy yesterday and today I was afraid it would break my perfect record! But as it stands, here is today's chapter, without further ado.
Lead the Way - 051 - Could This Be Home?
Already in a shirt and shorts, ready to go to bed, JJ had decided to wash the dishes before calling it a night. She had invited Emily over as soon as she called her to tell her she was home. JJ had cooked for her and both women had avoided talking about the last two weeks. They had reached a quiet understanding that it was best to act as though none of it had happened. For now, JJ was simply looking forward to falling asleep in her lover’s arms, knowing she would still be there in the morning.
Upstairs Emily was tucking Henry in. She had found out that he fell asleep very fast when she talked to him. She could read to him or tell him about her day, but he needed to hear a soft voice. Emily was convinced that JJ was about to tell her that she wanted to get back together with his father, so tonight might be the last time she was tucking him in.
“I think I might love you,” she whispered while rocking his crib. “I certainly would have loved to spend more time with you, see you grow up and be there for you, should you ever need me. I always saw your father in you and I think I always will. In the interest of full disclosure you should know that I hate your father.” Maybe she shouldn’t say bad things about his father, even if he would never remember.
“He’s not exactly a bad man, but he is weak and soft and your mother needs someone strong, someone who is able to shelter her. Someone in whose presence she is able to let her guard down and stop being so damn strong all the time.” She bit her lip. “You shouldn’t say damn, it’s a bad word.” Thank goodness she had thought to turn off the baby monitor before this.
“You are a pretty little baby and I think you’ll be a little hell raiser and a skirt chaser when you grow up. JJ is going to have her hands full with you, isn’t she? But seeing how beautiful your mother is, inside and out, I am positive someone will be there with her.” She looked into the distance trying to imagine a man worthy of Jennifer Jareau.
She shook her head and whispered, “You have to respect your father or stepfather. You will behave, do you hear me? And if you ever need an aunt that takes you fun places your parents aren’t supposed to know about, you can call me.” She smiled at the thought.
“We will go out together, have fun, I’ll let you sleep off your hangover and I’ll set you up with cute girls - or guys - whichever you’ll like. I would love to do everything alongside your mother, but unfortunately, that is not an option.” She sighed deeply.
“Maybe we will work things out and become friends, but you will always be able to count on me.” She leaned in and kissed him on the forehead. “Sleep well, Henry.”
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Downstairs JJ looked unbelievable standing at the sink, in Emily’s eyes. Straight hair spilling over her shoulders. Emily could see it clearly. Ten years from now she would be doing the exact same thing. The image filled her with both warmth and jealousy.
Even if they stayed friends she would not be around to see her like that, to be able to touch her at her will and kiss her whenever she felt like it. Some guy would waltz in and give her everything Emily could not and he would be rewarded with such a spectacular sight without even appreciating it. For now, Emily still had the upper hand.
Suddenly JJ felt Emily’s knees against the back of hers, pushing. Strong arms wrapped around her waist, kept her from falling down. She giggled when she felt the brunette’s breath on her neck. Her attempt to turn around was met by a gentle shove against the counter.
“Agent Jareau, are you feeling well?” Before she could answer a hand slipped under the waistline of her shorts. Instead of words, a moan escaped her lips. Emily’s right hand moved up to her mouth, gently brushing against the lips.
“Your breath is a little heavy. Are you sure you’re okay?” The fake concern in her lover’s voice made JJ groan. The hand now moved over her chest to her stomach where it stopped. Meanwhile Emily’s left hand had found its target and JJ clung to the counter. Even with the woman behind her she was not sure she could endure this pleasurable torment much longer when her knees were this weak.
“You’re hot, Jennifer. You wouldn’t be running a fever now, would you?” JJ wanted to beg for release but the tongue she felt travel up from her shoulder to her ear made it impossible to form a coherent thought let alone voice it. As two fingers slid into her she knew she was close.
The right hand now moved back up under the shirt, stopping on her left breast. JJ pushed herself into the hand.
“Your heart is racing. Maybe we should go see a doctor about this.” JJ managed to shake her head.
“No? You think we can take care of this, ourselves?” JJ nodded frantically. Emily laughed and JJ lost control.
Lead the Way - 051 - Could This Be Home?
Already in a shirt and shorts, ready to go to bed, JJ had decided to wash the dishes before calling it a night. She had invited Emily over as soon as she called her to tell her she was home. JJ had cooked for her and both women had avoided talking about the last two weeks. They had reached a quiet understanding that it was best to act as though none of it had happened. For now, JJ was simply looking forward to falling asleep in her lover’s arms, knowing she would still be there in the morning.
Upstairs Emily was tucking Henry in. She had found out that he fell asleep very fast when she talked to him. She could read to him or tell him about her day, but he needed to hear a soft voice. Emily was convinced that JJ was about to tell her that she wanted to get back together with his father, so tonight might be the last time she was tucking him in.
“I think I might love you,” she whispered while rocking his crib. “I certainly would have loved to spend more time with you, see you grow up and be there for you, should you ever need me. I always saw your father in you and I think I always will. In the interest of full disclosure you should know that I hate your father.” Maybe she shouldn’t say bad things about his father, even if he would never remember.
“He’s not exactly a bad man, but he is weak and soft and your mother needs someone strong, someone who is able to shelter her. Someone in whose presence she is able to let her guard down and stop being so damn strong all the time.” She bit her lip. “You shouldn’t say damn, it’s a bad word.” Thank goodness she had thought to turn off the baby monitor before this.
“You are a pretty little baby and I think you’ll be a little hell raiser and a skirt chaser when you grow up. JJ is going to have her hands full with you, isn’t she? But seeing how beautiful your mother is, inside and out, I am positive someone will be there with her.” She looked into the distance trying to imagine a man worthy of Jennifer Jareau.
She shook her head and whispered, “You have to respect your father or stepfather. You will behave, do you hear me? And if you ever need an aunt that takes you fun places your parents aren’t supposed to know about, you can call me.” She smiled at the thought.
“We will go out together, have fun, I’ll let you sleep off your hangover and I’ll set you up with cute girls - or guys - whichever you’ll like. I would love to do everything alongside your mother, but unfortunately, that is not an option.” She sighed deeply.
“Maybe we will work things out and become friends, but you will always be able to count on me.” She leaned in and kissed him on the forehead. “Sleep well, Henry.”
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Downstairs JJ looked unbelievable standing at the sink, in Emily’s eyes. Straight hair spilling over her shoulders. Emily could see it clearly. Ten years from now she would be doing the exact same thing. The image filled her with both warmth and jealousy.
Even if they stayed friends she would not be around to see her like that, to be able to touch her at her will and kiss her whenever she felt like it. Some guy would waltz in and give her everything Emily could not and he would be rewarded with such a spectacular sight without even appreciating it. For now, Emily still had the upper hand.
Suddenly JJ felt Emily’s knees against the back of hers, pushing. Strong arms wrapped around her waist, kept her from falling down. She giggled when she felt the brunette’s breath on her neck. Her attempt to turn around was met by a gentle shove against the counter.
“Agent Jareau, are you feeling well?” Before she could answer a hand slipped under the waistline of her shorts. Instead of words, a moan escaped her lips. Emily’s right hand moved up to her mouth, gently brushing against the lips.
“Your breath is a little heavy. Are you sure you’re okay?” The fake concern in her lover’s voice made JJ groan. The hand now moved over her chest to her stomach where it stopped. Meanwhile Emily’s left hand had found its target and JJ clung to the counter. Even with the woman behind her she was not sure she could endure this pleasurable torment much longer when her knees were this weak.
“You’re hot, Jennifer. You wouldn’t be running a fever now, would you?” JJ wanted to beg for release but the tongue she felt travel up from her shoulder to her ear made it impossible to form a coherent thought let alone voice it. As two fingers slid into her she knew she was close.
The right hand now moved back up under the shirt, stopping on her left breast. JJ pushed herself into the hand.
“Your heart is racing. Maybe we should go see a doctor about this.” JJ managed to shake her head.
“No? You think we can take care of this, ourselves?” JJ nodded frantically. Emily laughed and JJ lost control.