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“I hate that I have to ask this, but you are aware that it’s November, right?” Emily called to JJ. She was perched on the edge of their bed, her blonde counterpart buried somewhere in her walk-in closet.
“Emily,” JJ huffed, emerging with her hands full of random items of clothing. “Of course I do. I told you, Garcia would probably pass away if she didn’t get the chance to celebrate her favourite holiday, and since Rossi was hosting dinner anyway, we just figured it was the perfect opportunity to throw a Halloween party. Just because we were away on a case for the day itself doesn’t mean we have to skip it altogether.”
Emily lifted an eyebrow skeptically. She knew her stamina for playfully pushing back against JJ was running thin.
“And you’re still set on me dressing up?”
“It’s not Halloween if you don’t dress up!” JJ threw her arms in the air for emphasis.
“It’s not Halloween anyway,” Emily pointed out under her breath.
“Okay, that’s it,” JJ rolled her eyes, joining Emily on the bed and meeting her eyes. “We both knows who is secretly the boss here,” she said, calling upon her most seductive voice. “You’re going to at least pretend to enjoy this holiday, you’re going to dress up with me, and I am going to make it worth your while.”
“Oh yeah?” Emily hummed, suddenly intrigued. “And what could that possibly entail?”
“You can use your imagination,” JJ winked, reaching a hand up to settle on the back of Emily’s neck to pull her in for a kiss.
Over the next few days, Emily very much did use her imagination. She found herself no longer worrying about whatever variation of costume JJ would choose—Emily would wear anything if it meant seeing her in a sexy outfit. The universe must have been on their side, because they wrapped up a case the day before the Not-Halloween Party, so the day of the event was spent just doing paperwork in the office. For Emily, that meant attempting to finish case files but getting sidetracked by her own imagination every few minutes. For JJ, that meant daydreaming about Emily in the costume she’d picked. As always, she had a plan, and she couldn’t wait to implement it.
By some miracle, Hotch dismissed everyone right at 5, reminding them it had been a hard week and they deserved to rest. He would be at Rossi’s that evening as well, but didn’t want to announce that fact in the middle of the bullpen, so he gave the team a curt nod and told them to enjoy their weekends. At home, JJ couldn’t contain her excitement any longer, dragging Emily into her ensuite bathroom to get ready.
“Am I allowed to at least know what we’re dressing up as?” Emily asked, gesturing towards the bags of mystery items JJ was setting on the counter.
“I suppose so,” JJ sighed dramatically. “You,” she grinned, tapping Emily’s nose with one finger, “are a crazy talented, world famous musician, and I’m your infatuated groupie.”
Emily’s eyebrows lifted in surprise at the mental image. Her first instinct was to be taken aback by the thought of wearing a costume that essentially put her as the centre of attention, but she reeled in her internal reaction so she didn’t dim JJ’s excitement. Unsurprisingly, JJ could read her face easily.
“I know what you’re thinking,” JJ started, her hands thrown up in defence. “But with what I’m wearing, I promise the attention will be equally shared.” Her voice was silky with seduction, and Emily couldn’t say no.
JJ was right—thank god they were only going to a party with the team, because Emily would have felt dangerously possessive if anyone else were to see JJ in this. Even though they were still just having “casual” sex without official feelings, Emily still felt like JJ was at least partly hers. Her groupie costume consisted mostly of clothes she’d found at home, since it would only be worn once anyway. When she stepped out of the bathroom, Emily felt her heartbeat pound against her skin. JJ’s toned abs were exposed by the cut off, faded band tank top she had on, paired with the low rise daisy dukes. Her blonde hair fell in tousled waves around her face, and her eyes were lined with smoky black eye shadow. Heeled boots worked perfectly to show off her long, lean legs.
“Fuck me,” Emily breathed heavily, her hands immediately raking over JJ’s bare skin. “You’re wearing this out?”
“I’m the one who’s supposed to be fangirling over you, remember?” JJ teased, rolling her eyes but secretly basking in Emily’s reaction. “Now let’s get you dressed.”
With more than a few complaints, Emily was finally sufficiently costumed half an hour later. JJ was practically drooling; she saw Emily dressed formally for work almost every day, but this was something else. It was fancy in a different way, with a hint of ruggedness that already had JJ feeling hot and bothered. Upon JJ’s direction, Emily wore a black button up vest, dark skinny jeans hugged her hips perfectly, and a worn leather jacket slung over her shoulders. JJ had even helped her apply a temporary tattoo sleeve on one bicep to complete the badass vibe she was going for. She used some gel to slick back Emily’s hair slightly, giving it a tame but wild, fresh out of the shower look.
“Jesus,” JJ grinned, biting her bottom lip as her eyes raked up and down Emily’s body. “I know this party was somewhat my idea, but… fuck, Em.”
“Sounds like you’re going to have a hard time keeping your hands off me,” the older woman chuckled.
“Who says I’m going to try?” JJ challenged. “Don’t you know, baby? I paid for the VIP experience tonight.” Without missing a beat, she reached into the back pocket of her denim shorts and pulled out a lanyard complete with a fake VIP pass, stringing it around her neck.
Emily hummed, arching an eyebrow in curiosity. “And what exactly does the VIP pass grant you access to? As the artist, my managers deal with all of this stuff.”
“Well,” JJ said flirtatiously, “First order of business: could you sign my tits, please?”
Emily couldn’t hold back the low groan that escaped her as JJ pulled out a black marker from her pocket— clearly she’d thought of everything. Emily took the pen, trying to steady her breathing as JJ tugged on the neckline of her tank top to give Emily better access. It was pretty exposed already, JJ’s push up bra showing off her chest perfectly in the low cut tank. Emily watched in awe as the black ink made its mark on JJ’s tanned skin, admiring the way it peeked out from her shirt once she was finished.
“Thanks,” JJ said casually, her voice low. “I bet you do this all the time, huh?”
Emily cleared her throat, realizing her mouth had been gaping open at the sight of JJ. “Oh, um, yeah,” she shrugged, willing her mind back into character. “Almost every night when we’re on tour. No one’s ever left me speechless before, though.”
JJ grinned, clearly pleased with Emily’s reciprocated flirtation. “Well I’m not like all your other fans,” she said, leaning in close to whisper in the older woman’s ear. “I’m a VIP.”
“I’ll bet you are,” Emily hummed, already insanely turned on by this entire evening. She didn’t have a single clue how she was going to make it through the party, especially knowing her signature was marking JJ’s tits like they were her property.
When they arrived at Rossi’s after more than a few distractions, they were greeted by a bubbly Garcia and a spooky looking cocktail.
“I’m so glad you guys are here!” the tech analyst squealed gleefully, wrapping them both in a quick hug. “And JJ, fantastic work on these costumes, sweet cheeks.”
“Thanks for the inspiration,” JJ smirked proudly.
“Ah, of course you had something to do with it,” Emily hummed. “I should’ve known the Queens of Halloween would team up.”
The two other women just giggled, clearly happy with themselves. “I mean, are you complaining? Your girl looks amazing.”
“Now that I can agree with you on,” Emily smirked, taking in JJ’s costume in all its glory yet again. Hearing JJ referred to as “her girl” made fireworks go off in Emily’s chest.
The rest of the team were gathered around the island in Rossi’s kitchen, helping with dinner (which consisted of mostly just watching, at Rossi’s insistence). The countertop was spread with an array of festive snacks, including a beautiful charcuterie board and a candy board, the latter likely provided by Garcia.
After the coffee incident on the plane, the team had become slightly suspicious of how close Emily and JJ had become. Or at least, Derek Morgan had- god knows he’d had his fair share of experience with sexual tension. He’d teased them a couple of times following that day, but they’d both known it was out of love. With the exception of a pat on the back from Rossi and a knowing smirk from Tara, everyone had just silently accepted whatever this was between their two teammates. And for now, that was more than okay with Emily and JJ. If it got to the point where they discussed their feelings or labelled their relationship, they’d have a more detailed talk.
It took approximately ten minutes after arriving for Emily to realize that JJ intended to make this evening absolute torture for her. She had clearly been serious about her role as a groupie; she was practically clinging off of Emily, pushing the limits of what she could get away with while surrounded by their colleagues and best friends.
While they leaned around the island chatting and telling stories, JJ’s arm snaked around Emily’s waist. When they sat in the living room for games, JJ perched on Emily’s lap, and Emily could swear JJ was purposefully grinding her ass against her thigh when no one noticed. When JJ squeezed around Emily in the kitchen while they refilled their drinks, she made sure to grip Emily’s hips for just a brief second before passing. No matter what point in the evening it was, JJ maintained some sort of physical contact with Emily. And when JJ dropped a card on the floor, Emily actually had to remind herself to breathe as JJ bent down to get it, her already revealing shorts riding up the slightest bit more. The younger woman couldn’t deny that the fiery attraction went both ways—her body ached with a rush of desire when Emily slung her leather jacket over the edge of the couch, exposing her arms and just enough of her cleavage in that goddamn vest.
“What I’d give for a moment alone with you,” JJ whispered, leaning in close so she wouldn’t be overheard. Her hand rubbed teasingly along Emily’s thigh. “All this could be yours, just for the night.”
Emily bit back an embarrassed grin. If JJ wasn’t careful, Emily would give in momentarily and fuck her right then and there. She loved this persona that JJ had taken on; confident, reassured, and a little cocky. But at the same time, she couldn’t let her get away with it.
While everyone else was distracted by a competitive round of Fear Pong, Emily let JJ slide a hand around her waist and drag her into one of the many hallways of Rossi’s mansion. Grinning, JJ pressed Emily against the wall, both of them a little tipsy as a result of Garcia’s extravagant festive cocktails. For a minute, Emily let JJ push up against her, kissing her like her life depended on it. JJ’s hands wandered up the front of Emily’s vest, and that’s when the older woman snapped, switching their positions in a split second. She let her body weight rest against JJ, registering the intrigued mischief in her eyes. Emily used one hand to grab JJ’s chin, forcing her to make direct eye contact.
“Listen up, sweetheart,” Emily warned, an amused glimmer in her deep brown eyes. JJ wasn’t nervous (she didn’t think that feeling was possible when Emily was in charge) but instead her heartbeat raced with excitement. She could feel Emily’s growing erection against her, which only fuelled her uncontrollable desire. “I think you’ve got this whole thing mixed up. See, I’m the celebrity, and you’re the super fan who can’t get enough of me. Isn’t that right?”
JJ nodded, curious to see where this was going. “And if I’m not mistaken, you paid for time with me. VIP experience.” Emily gripped JJ’s lanyard, tugging it closer to her as proof until their lips were almost touching. “That’s a privilege I can take away. So if you want to get anything out of it, I suggest you sit back and behave. I don’t waste my time on girls who don’t know their place.”
JJ felt an instant surge of heat rush to her center, and she didn’t have to check to know that her panties were all but ruined. She’d been trying to work Emily up all evening, and this outcome was better than she could’ve imagined.
After another slightly torturous hour of games, more food and drinks, and several tipsy stories, Hotch announced he had to leave and relieve Jack’s babysitter. This gave Emily and JJ the unspoken go-ahead to sneak out, after thanking Rossi for hosting and of course, Garcia for organizing and supplying sufficient Halloween festivities. Unsurprisingly, Rossi sent them home with leftover snacks as well as desserts.
“Drive safe, my lovelies!” Garcia called as they headed to the car. “And you’re welcome for making you dress up tonight,” she winked at JJ.
Emily drove, since she’d had a couple less drinks than JJ. It was clear that the younger woman was still feeling particularly bold, because her hands never left Emily’s body the entire drive.
“You’re really pushing your luck,” Emily warned her as JJ’s hand drifted to her crotch, where her dick had been progressively hardening all evening thanks to JJ’s costume and constant contact. “You’re just too obsessed with me to behave, aren’t you?”
“Can you blame me?” JJ chuckled, biting her lip as she cupped Emily’s bulge and kissed her jawline. “Besides, you can’t tell me you don’t love it.”
“Hands off, now.” Emily’s voice was more stern and demanding than JJ had ever heard it (outside of the workplace, anyway) and she couldn’t help but obey. “The VIP experience doesn’t start until after the main event,” Emily explained. “Your 30 minutes begins the minute we step inside the doors at home, and you better give me 5 of your orgasms before that time is up.”
JJ hummed happily, excited by this new prospect of a time limit. It was a way for Emily to exercise a bit of control, while still leaving space for JJ’s own preferences. They only made it into the kitchen before Emily stopped.
“On your knees, now,” she ordered. “You better put that mouth to good use and make the most of every second. And with the money you paid just for half an hour with me, I’m assuming you’re pretty damn desperate.”
JJ nodded, so turned on by the whole act that she couldn’t even form proper words. She dropped to her knees on the kitchen floor, obediently unzipping Emily’s pants so her dick could spring free. She wasn’t surprised to find Emily already mostly hard, but they could do better than that.
“What can I do for you?” JJ asked sweetly, looking up at Emily with heavy eyes.
“Don’t pretend you don’t know,” Emily smirked down at her. “You’re going to suck my dick while you get yourself off doing it. 27 minutes.”
JJ got to work, wrapping one hand around the base of Emily’s dick and her lips around the tip. She hollowed her cheeks, doubling down to take as much of Emily in her mouth as possible. She couldn’t stop the burst of pride she felt as she heard Emily groan above her.
“That’s more like it,” she told JJ, fisting one hand into her loose blonde waves. “I believe I gave you another instruction, isn’t that right?”
Looking up at Emily with an obedient glimmer in her eyes, JJ reached down to unbutton her shorts before sliding one hand into the front of them.
“Good girl,” Emily hummed. She was quickly realizing how hard it was going to be not to get too affected and ruin her plan, but she had to commit. “That’s it, rub your clit for me while you suck me off.”
JJ rubbed frantic circles over the bundle of nerves, eager to make herself cum knowing that she only had about 25 more minutes to fit in 5 orgasms. The prospect made her stomach flutter, and she moaned around Emily’s hard dick. She felt so full, so overwhelmed by this woman, but it was perfect. Her head bobbed back and forth, and each time she reached the end she’d drag her tongue over Emily’s sensitive tip just to hear her strangled moans. JJ was fast approaching her own orgasm, and she knew making Emily cum would get her there without a doubt. She reached her free hand up to grab Emily’s balls, playing with them while she kept her mouth busy. Emily’s hips jerked, causing her dick to hit the back of JJ’s throat, only turning them on more.
“Fuck, you’re such a good girl. So obedient,” Emily praised, watching JJ carefully. “Cum for me. Do it now.”
Emily knew JJ was close enough that a little bit of bossiness would push her over the edge, and she was right. At the command, JJ moaned loudly, keeping her mouth around Emily’s cock as she rubbed her own clit in hard, fast circles. Her eyes closed, feeling pleasure rush through every muscle in her body. Before now, she wasn’t even sure she’d be able to cum while kneeling on the floor, but clearly for Emily, she could reach that point anywhere.
Watching JJ cum set Emily off, and she couldn’t stop her own orgasm from barreling into her at full speed. The feeling of JJ’s mouth around her, tongue scraping over her tip, her hand teasing her balls, she didn’t stand a chance. On the tail end of her own release, JJ didn’t miss a beat before swallowing Emily’s load that shot down her throat, groaning at the sweet taste.
“Fuck,” Emily cursed, her eyes squeezing shut as she came. “So good. 20 minutes and four more to go.” Somehow, even just seconds after an orgasm she could maintain her dominant tone, and JJ loved it. “We better get to the bedroom so we can keep counting.”
JJ released Emily’s dick, licking the remnants of cum off it before getting up and following Emily to the bedroom as she had ordered. Emily sat down on the bed, leaning back against the headboard. She gestured at JJ to climb into her lap, straddling her.
“What do you want me to do next?” JJ asked, her innocent tone doing a number on Emily.
“You, pretty girl, are going to make yourself cum on my thigh,” she smirked. “You have permission to choose the pace, but I suggest you get a move on.”
JJ exhaled a moan, shifting her body so that the toned muscle of Emily’s thigh was against her clit. She started moving her hips, grinding against it as Emily watched her with hungry eyes. JJ was already worked up from making Emily cum in her mouth and getting herself off at the same time, so she knew this one would come easy too. She both loved and hated that Emily hadn’t yet actively participated in her orgasms- she was making JJ do all the work and it was so hot.
Emily’s hands settled on JJ’s ass, not dictating but just guiding. She squeezed and groped while JJ canted against her thigh, breathing heavily from the effort. Emily hummed, satisfied, as the younger woman inched towards her second release. Emily could pinpoint the exact moment JJ lost control; her head tipped backwards, she exhaled a loud moan, and her body took over all of her movements. Grinding her hips frantically against Emily’s flexed thigh, JJ came with a curse in just a few minutes. There was something about this indirect stimulation to her clit that always made the orgasm especially powerful.
“Oh fuck,” she sighed, “Shit shit shit I’m cumming.”
“That’s it,” Emily encouraged, her hands still resting on JJ’s ass over her deliciously cropped denim shorts. She could feel herself growing hard again already, her dick undeniably affected by JJ using her body to get off. “Show me how obedient you are.”
Once JJ’s orgasm had settled, she let her head drop onto Emily’s shoulder. “Such a good girl. Can you give me three more in the next 18 minutes?”
“Yes,” JJ panted. “Fuck, anything you want.”
Emily grinned mischievously. “Thought so,” she purred, shifting their bodies. Emily slid down so she was laying with her head on the pillows, then ordered JJ to remove her denim shorts and cropped tee.
“Good,” Emily approved. “Now, come sit on my face.”
JJ whined at the words alone, scrambling to straddle Emily’s face as she had told her. Immediately, the older woman’s hands were on the backs of her thighs, guiding her down to where Emily wanted her, and where JJ needed.
“Oh shit,” JJ sighed as she settled her soaked pussy over Emily’s mouth. “You feel so good.”
Even though Emily couldn’t exactly use her voice to control JJ, she could still find ways to dominate her. Emily’s hands gripped JJ’s ass, encouraging her to fully let go and fuck her face. This way, she could send JJ steamrolling into her orgasm in record time. By now, Emily knew how to get JJ there fast; she used her tongue to flick back and forth over her clit, sucking the bud between her lips for more stimulation. JJ was cursing up a storm above her, struggling to stay upright. She let her body droop forward slightly, taking hold of the headboard with a tight grip.
“That’s it,” JJ gasped, fully riding Emily’s face. “Jesus fucking christ, Em, I’m gonna come. Don’t stop, oh god don’t stop.”
Emily had no intention of stopping. She continued the direct attention to JJ’s clit, maintaining her rhythm and pace with her tongue. With one hand, she slapped JJ’s ass, taking her by surprise and causing her to cry out. That sting of pain combined with the scrape of Emily’s teeth across her sensitive clit had JJ cumming all over Emily’s mouth and chin.
“Em, fuck, oh shit, that’s it,” she breathed, her words not making much sense at this point. “Yes yes yes yes!”
Her hips stuttered against Emily’s face as her third orgasm tore through her body. Emily did her best to keep JJ upright, lapping up her dripping arousal. Once JJ’s breathing was slightly more regulated, Emily tapped her thigh in a silent message that she could move. JJ collapsed down beside Emily on the bed, her skin shimmering with a light layer of sweat after her third intense orgasm of the night. And there were still two more to come.
“Your pussy tastes so fucking good,” Emily hummed happily. “Let’s see… 12 minutes. Can you manage two in 12 minutes, Jay?”
Despite her tiring body, JJ was still desperate for this woman. “Yes,” she assured Emily, her breaths heavy. “Anything for you.”
“That’s my girl,” Emily smirked. She could see that JJ’s stamina for physical exertion was dwindling, even though she was still enthusiastic about the idea of the orgasm countdown. So, letting JJ stay flat on her back, Emily finally removed her own pants and settled between her legs. Now naked from the waist down, JJ had a front row seat to Emily’s dick, which was once again standing tall and hard. Her pussy ached just looking at it. JJ gazed up at Emily, blue eyes blown with absolute bliss.
“You ready to take my cock, pretty girl?” Emily asked, her voice low and husky. Now that JJ could focus a little more, she could see just how affected the other woman was and it only turned her on more.
“Please,” JJ breathed, bucking her hips so Emily got the hint. “Please, need your big cock inside me.”
Something snapped in Emily, and she took over. With one hand wrapped around the base of her dick, she pushed into JJ in one long thrust. After three orgasms, JJ was more than ready. Her pussy was dripping with arousal.
“Fuck! You’re so big, god the stretch is fucking fantastic,” JJ hissed. This woman was terrible for Emily’s ego; any words she said made Emily feel like she was on top of the world. She would never get used to the sensation and pride that came with knowing she was able to satisfy JJ in this way.
Emily began a rhythm, pulling out and then snapping her hips to push back in over and over. She pushed JJ’s knees up against her chest, gaining more traction and sinking even deeper inside her. At this point, the sounds of pleasure rolling off JJ’s tongue were more like incomprehensible noises than actual words. Emily pounded into her, knowing JJ liked it a little rough and also knowing they only had about 10 minutes. She wasn’t worried, however- she knew exactly what JJ’s body was capable of.
“Fuuuuck,” JJ groaned, both her hands fisting into the blankets beneath her. “Right there, right there, keep going!”
Emily kept her pace, pounding into JJ’s tight pussy again and again. She could feel JJ’s walls clenching around her dick as she got closer and closer. Emily couldn’t help but groan, her own desire building as she watched JJ lay on her back and take it, her tits bouncing with the force.
“Such a perfect slut for me,” Emily spurred JJ on. “You take my dick so well, letting me use you however I want to. Cumming when I tell you to, as many times as I want. My good girl.”
Clearly affected by the praise and possessiveness, JJ felt her release approaching fast. Her back arched away from the bed as her body took over, doing its own thing as she came. Her fourth orgasm was just as powerful as the rest, leaving her trembling and somehow still aching for more.
“Five minutes,” Emily panted, stilling inside JJ. “Give me one more, Jay. You can do it. I know you can, because you don’t have a choice.”
Of course, JJ knew she did have a choice, but it was hot to imagine that Emily truly controlled her in that way. Not letting up, Emily quickly flipped them around. She guided JJ onto her elbows, knowing she wouldn’t be able to stay upright at this point anyway. JJ’s eyes closed, her ass in the air while she waited for Emily to fill her back up. Just seconds without her inside, and JJ felt unpleasantly empty.
“Fuck!” she cried as Emily shoved back into her from behind this time. “That’s it, ruin my pussy,” she mumbled into the mattress. “Use my pussy, make me cum again.”
Emily grasped on to JJ’s hips, pulling her back with slight force so that Emily’s dick was buried inside her fully. She didn’t give JJ time to adjust to the new position before fucking into her hard, fast, and deep. Emily was more than ready to cum again, but she needed to wait until JJ came again before she dared even think about herself. Though honestly, she wasn’t sure she could hold it much longer. Her balls slapped against the back of JJ’s thighs, heavy with cum. JJ’s front was against the mattress, too tired to hold herself up, but Emily kept her hips steady in the air as she fucked into her.
“Three minutes,” Emily warned, trying to sound harsh amidst her fast-approaching release.
“Yes yes yes yes yes,” was all JJ could manage along with soft whimpers as Emily destroyed her soaking wet pussy.
Knowing it would do JJ in, Emily slid one hand from JJ’s hip around to her front, finding her clit easily and rubbing one fingers on either side. She knew it would be just enough pressure without it being too overwhelming.
“Cum for me,” Emily spat, breathing heavily. “Do it now. Now! I need to cum, and I need your pussy to clench around my hard cock. You owe me one more, now give it to me.”
With a muffled scream, JJ came, her entire body tensing. Her walls squeezed Emily’s dick, kickstarting her orgasm at the same time.
“That’s it, ohhh yeah, fuck!” Emily groaned loudly as she came, her dick pulsing and shooting streams of hot cum deep into JJ’s needy pussy. She thrust her hips once, twice, the feeling of emptying her load inside JJ sending her onto another planet entirely.
Emily’s thick cock against her g-spot combined with the pressure on her clit intensified JJ’s fifth and final orgasm. It was clear that this woman knew exactly what JJ needed and how to give it to her. Before JJ could even register what was happening, she was gushing fluid all over Emily’s dick and down her own thighs. Emily must have felt it, because she cursed again and thrusted into JJ a few more times. In that moment, the entire world melted away and all Emily and JJ were concerned with was each other.
When she couldn’t possibly cum any more, Emily slowly pulled out of JJ, chuckling at the way JJ flopped entirely onto the bed, exhausted.
“Well, you made it,” she panted with a smile. “Five in thirty minutes. You were so amazing for me, such a good girl.”
Emily praised and soothed JJ as she shifted to lay beside her, pressing soft kisses along her cheeks and jawline. She stretched out an arm, letting JJ curl up on her chest. They were both still breathing heavily, trying to catch up. JJ definitely couldn’t form any words right now, but she was completely blissed out. In fact, she was convinced she could probably sleep forever if she could get away with it.
Both of them knew they’d have to move in order to get cleaned up eventually, but in this second they couldn’t move a muscle. Emily reached for her phone which had been discarded onto the night stand at some point, setting an alarm for ten minutes’ time. That way if one (or both) of them fell asleep cuddled up together in postcoital bliss, they would be forced to stick to their necessary aftercare habits. No matter how rough or playful the sex got, it was extremely important to both of them to dedicate time for soft care afterwards, or at the very least to check in with each other.
“Fuck,” Emily sighed, pulling JJ in closer. Her voice was laced with sleepiness and an octave or so lower than usual, a result of the multiple orgasms. “I’ve changed my mind. Who cares if it’s not Halloween? We should totally dress up more often.”
“Told you,” JJ hummed, her voice muffled in Emily’s neck. Her plan had certainly been successful.