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The door hadn’t even finished closing behind them and Emily’s hands had already found JJ’s waist again. She pulled their bodies close and kissed her hard.
JJ kissed her back with equal fervour, vaguely noting the click of the latch as they gasped the same air.
Slowly, JJ’s hands glided gently up Emily’s back, and she felt the tension in her lover’s shoulders begin to melt. The adrenaline of the past few days was still coursing through their bodies, and they had been itching to work it off in the hours since the case was closed.
JJ ran her hands back down Emily’s spine and her fingers toyed with the hem of her shirt.
Emily’s breath hitched, JJ’s cool touch tickling her, and she took the hint. She took a step back and made a show of pulling off her shirt, letting it tousle her hair and fall softly to the floor. She turned her gaze to JJ and saw her watching, breathless.
Emily was a vision, and JJ took the opportunity to really appreciate it.
Thick black locks danced gracefully around bare shoulders. Long, dark eyelashes fluttered above kiss-bruised lips. Time stood still and all JJ could see was the red lace of Emily’s bra, vivid against her soft porcelain skin, and the Glock sitting prettily on the curve of her hip.
Usually, JJ’s eye scanned right past the gun, it was insignificant, just part of the uniform, so common it was almost invisible. But here, tonight, strapped tight to her girlfriend’s hips, it was the hottest thing she’d ever seen.
She felt a tingle in her spine, and she had spoken before she’d even registered the thought, “You look so fucking hot right now”.
Emily’s mouth curled into a self-satisfied smile, “Go on,” she leaned back against the wall, “Tell me what you like”.
JJ was almost embarrassed to discuss her sudden rush of arousal, but she knew better than to disobey a direct order. “Your gun,” she stumbled, trying to find the words. “You look good, the gun is good”. It wasn’t eloquent, but Emily’s eyes sparkled with interest, and it was clear that JJ had made herself understood.
“You like this?” Emily asked, one hand running slowly from the nape of her neck, across her breasts, down to her waist. “Does it turn you on, seeing me half naked and strapped?” Her hand was now resting on her holster, delicate fingers caressing the leather. She leaned in close and JJ, stunned, had to stop herself from reaching out to touch her without permission.
“Yes.” JJ admitted, chest heaving “I’m soaked, Emily”.
“That’s my girl” Emily grinned against her lips. JJ leant forward for a kiss, but Emily stepped back again, denying her. JJ’s head dropped in disappointment.
When she looked up though, she saw Emily reaching for her belt and found herself protesting “I want you to keep it on”. Emily raised an eyebrow and JJ blushed, “Please” She corrected herself.
Before she could blink, JJ found herself looking down the barrel of her girlfriend’s gun. She felt a rush of fear and a throb between her legs.
“You don’t get to tell me what to do, baby”. Emily warned, her voice sultry and her stance solid.
JJ was reminded of the night before, of the shaking terror she had felt then, trapped in the arms of the unsub as Emily pointed that same gun at him, at both of them. Last night she had been fully dressed in a professional suit (the suit that now lay on the floor between them), but she was just as commanding tonight with her nipples peeking through translucent lace.
Instinct took over and her training kicked in as she scanned her assailant and she noted, with relief, that the safety was on. She looked up and Emily met her gaze as she stroked her finger lightly over the switch in contemplation.
A shiver ran down JJ’s spine. Was it fear? Excitement? Arousal? The feelings had become so interconnected when she was with Emily that it became difficult to differentiate between them.
She was walking a dangerous line, and she knew it. She worked for the BAU, they encountered violent madmen daily and she was getting horny at gunpoint? This was not a safe kink to explore by any stretch of the imagination. And fuck, was that hot.
Still, she didn’t think she was going to start moaning every time a greasy unsub pointed a gun at her, and if seeing Emily wield her weapon with ease sent a tingle between her legs occasionally, who was to know?
As if she could read JJ’s thoughts, Emily smiled wickedly and took half a step back. Gun still fixed on JJ; she spoke. “Clothes off. Now.” She ordered.
JJ’s hands flew to the collar of her shirt, working the buttons as quickly as her shaking hands would allow. Her tank top got caught in her hair in her hurry to discard it and she released the clasp of her bra so quickly that it fell to the floor with a ping.
Her hands slowed as she fiddled nervously with the buttons of her pants. Before, she had been intimidated, scared even, but had felt that she and Emily were almost equally vulnerable - Emily held the gun, yes, but she was shirtless whereas JJ had been fully dressed. She hadn’t noticed it at the time, and it wasn’t much really, but her clothing had felt almost like armour, protecting her from harm. Now, she was even more exposed than Emily, and her gun lay useless in her drawer back at Quantico.
Emily, noticing her falter, closed the space between them and pressed the muzzle of the gun to the side of JJ’s throat. Her heart hammered in her chest, her lungs aching with the effort it took not to hyperventilate. The gun pressed hard enough to bruise and she whimpered.
“Take off your pants.” Emily was holding herself like an agent, but her voice remained soft.
JJ went to nod, but cold metal moved against her, and she stopped. “Yes, Ma’am”. She whispered as she unzipped her cargos. Unable to move much with the gun pinning her to her wall, she let them pool around her legs and gingerly stepped out of them, one foot after the other.
Emily looked down and her eyes glittered. JJ hadn’t been lying. Her underwear was absolutely sodden. Emily’s hand found JJ’s ass and squeezed. “You’re so fucking sexy, JJ” She groaned, stiff demeanour dropping for a second.
She pressed the gun harder into JJ’s neck and the blonde drew in a sharp breath. “Kiss me.” Emily ordered, and JJ happily obliged. Their bodies crashed together as their tongues danced. JJ wound a hand into Emily’s hair and the movement of her arm allowed their tits to line up perfectly. Emily’s bra rubbed firmly against JJ’s nipples, and she broke their kiss with a gasp.
A hand kneading her ass, lace lightly scraping her sensitive nipples and a handgun pressed against her neck, JJ whined, overwhelmed.
Emily seemed to gather herself and leant into her. “Is it too much for you, baby?” she whispered, lips brushing against JJ’s ear. JJ whimpered and let out a hoarse “Yes.” The pressure of the gun constraining her voice.
Nodding understandingly, Emily removed her gun from JJ’s neck. She let out a sigh of relief before her breath caught in her throat again. Emily had begun to gently flick JJ’s nipples with the barrel of the gun.
“Oh my God” Moaned JJ, head hitting the wall as her eyes fluttered shut. Her nipples were harder than they’d ever been, and Emily toyed with her, rubbing cold metal over flushed skin. JJ watched as Emily brought the barrel to her lips, poked out her tongue and licked it and brought it back to JJ’s chest, using it to play with both nipples at once.
It was obscene. JJ knew she had to look an absolute sight, standing in the hall in just her thong, moaning at the lightest touches, a Glock clutched to her tits. Her clit throbbed against the fabric of her underwear, and she ground against the air, searching for relief.
“Please.” She begged “Oh Jesus Emily, please!”
“’Please’ what?” Asked Emily, “If you want something, ask for it.” She whispered, her voice dark.
“I... I ca... I can’t take it!” Her eyes were screwed up and her hips were moving desperately, Emily kept flicking her nipples.
“Use your words, baby” She reminded her, voice kind.
JJ opened her eyes and caught Emily’s. “Touch me, Prentiss. Please God, rub my clit.” Her voice cracked with desperation.
Grinning, Emily kissed her. “I thought you’d never ask.” She gave JJ’s nipples one last flick with the Glock and then gently, slowly, she trailed it down JJ’s body, circling her belly button. She hooked the muzzle around JJ’s thong and pulled it to the side before stopping right above her neatly trimmed hair.
JJ’s breath was coming fast, and she took the opportunity to steady herself. Fear had crept back again as it dawned on her how dangerous this was. Her heart pounded and her hand flew to Emily’s wrist, ready to ask her to stop, to put the gun away in a drawer, and take her, safely, to bed. But she looked down at where their hands were joined on the grip and her cunt pounded just as hard as her heart. She couldn’t help herself. She looked back up at Emily and was caught in her gaze. She nodded desperately and the cold, smooth barrel of Emily’s Glock slipped instantly among her folds. Throwing her head back, she let out a sound she hadn’t known she could produce, all of her nerve endings alight.
“Ohh, oh fuck” Her clit throbbed wildly against the cool, black metal, slick with her arousal. She wrapped an arm around Emily, who was looking down at her with hungry eyes.
“That’s it, baby,” Emily coaxed her, “You’re such a good little slut for me.”
JJ moaned at the encouragement, hips bucking.
“Look at you, grinding your beautiful little pussy on my Glock.” Emily pressed the gun against her harder.
Throbbing, JJ groaned “Yes, God, yes”.
Emily kissed JJ’s neck, sucking hard on the spot she’d bruised with the gun.
“Oh!” JJ let out a shriek, “Oh my fucking God, Emily please!”
Emily pulled back and JJ looked at her, a fire in her eyes. “Put it inside me.” She ordered.
Emily’s eyes widened, too surprised to reprimand her for speaking out of turn. She recovered quickly however, and dutifully knelt at JJ’s feet.
She ran the Glock along JJ’s folds once again, gathering her slick arousal, and slid it effortlessly inside.
JJ’s eyes shot open, the unfamiliar sensation burning through her. She felt herself stretch to accommodate the weapon, its angles deliciously caressing places she had never discovered. It was the perfect size, filling her up just right.
She heard a metallic click and fear began to rise in her again until Emily pushed the piece deeper inside her and her eyes rolled back inside her head.
“Oh Jesus,” she whimpered, rolling her hips as she took its entire length, the trigger guard nestled next to her sensitive clit.
“Em, I’m going to...” Emily’s buried her head in JJ’s pussy and ran her tongue across her clit. JJ screamed in pleasure, writhing against the wall. It was a miracle she was still standing.
She felt Emily’s lips wrap around her clit and she sobbed.
Her legs shook and her cunt squeezed around the Glock, she began thrusting the gun in and out of her pussy and finally, Emily sucked her clit.
Something snapped within her, and she screamed. “Oh God, oh my God yes! I’m coming!”. Her legs gave out beneath her, and she collapsed into Emily’s arms, drenched in sweat and pussy quivering around the Glock. Emily held her while she shook, moaning and gasping as she came. Her ears rang and her vision blurred until sleep claimed her there on the floor, the gun still inside her.
***
Eventually, she came to, wrapped in Emily’s expensive sheets. The gun was sitting where it belonged on Emily’s nightstand, clean and good as new.
The bedroom door opened, letting in a flood of light. “Hey, sleepyhead.” Smiled Emily, voice soft. She was carrying a glass of water and a bowl of strawberries. JJ’s eyes lit up at the sight of the berries.
“You’re so incredible, did you know that?” She beamed, too tired to even lift her head from the soft pillow.
Emily chuckled, sliding under the covers, and allowing JJ to snuggle in. “Speaking of incredible,” she said, “That was new.”
JJ grinned sheepishly. “It was fun.”
“God yeah,” agreed Emily, “We really take the phrase ‘Strapped up’ to different level”.