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Part 1: The Dock
****Emily’s POV****
The water sparkled like shattered diamonds as the blazing summer sun hit the surface. It was a scorching afternoon. JJ, Penelope, Tara, and I were down at the dock, while the rest of the team remained cooped up in the cabin. We had escaped to the lake for the weekend after a grueling, exhausting case that had drained us all.
Sitting on the edge of the dock next to Tara, I watched Penelope and JJ splashing around in the crystal-clear lake. They were draped over gigantic, ridiculous unicorn floaties that Penelope had begged to bring along. From this distance, their voices were muffled, but every few moments, Penelope would gesture wildly, and JJ would look over, locking her piercing blue eyes right onto mine.
"Ooo, looks like someone is the hot topic of conversation," Tara muttered, taking a slow sip of her beer.
I cleared my throat, taking a long drag from my lit cigarette to hide the sudden warmth in my cheeks.
"You know, sooner or later they’re going to ask us to join them," Tara teased, her voice dripping with playful sarcasm. "You won’t be able to make googly eyes at her from a distance all day."
The witty voice in my head chuckled, knowing she was right. I inhaled another puff of smoke, and right on cue, JJ’s gaze met mine again. She offered me a small, private smile one that went straight to my lower stomach, and I returned the expression.
"So," I said, desperately trying to turn the spotlight away from JJ and I, "why didn’t Rebecca come this weekend?"
"Busy. She had to stay back for work," Tara replied, easily leaning back. "But she explicitly told me I should come anyway, mostly to make sure you don’t do anything stupid."
I gave her a sharp, questioning look—the kind that clearly said, 'Go on, if you want to get into it.' Tara gladly took the bait. "Come on, Emily. You and JJ have been secretly hooking up and sneaking around for a while now. You haven't confirmed or denied it to anyone. How long until you just admit it?"
Not wanting to corner myself, I retreated to her previous comment. "And why, exactly, did you need to come here to ensure I don’t do anything stupid?" I took a swig of my beer, waiting for her answer.
"Because, Emily, we are in a cabin in the middle of the woods, a fifteen-minute drive from civilization. And you know what they say about the fresh air... it makes us do wondrous things."
"Absolutely nobody says that, Lewis," I mumbled.
"Still, we’re in JJ’s hometown. You’re bound to run into some old flings, ex-boyfriends, and a whole lot of locals who want a piece of her. And besides, I know you."
"What have we said about profiling colleagues? Or your boss?" I countered.
Tara grinned, nudging my shoulder. "Well, do friends count? Because 'friends' wasn't on that official HR list."
I rolled my eyes, stubbing out my cigarette and taking another long sip of beer. Tara was right. Even though JJ and I tried our best to keep things completely hidden, we weren't exactly criminal masterminds at concealing a full-blown affair from a group of people who literally analyze behavior for a living. But Tara also knew the stakes the complications of us coming out to the Bureau.
"Hey, you sitting beauties!" Penelope’s voice boomed across the water, breaking our tension. "Come in the lake! It’s fantastic! And so, so blue!"
Tara looked over at me, huffing out a laugh. "I’m going in. Not sure if this one will, though. She might not want to get too wet." Tara gave me a blatant, wicked wink.
I shot her a fierce, disapproving look, but my heart skipped a beat.
"Come on, sexy fox boss lady!" Penelope yelled again.
My eyes instantly drifted to JJ. She was biting her lower lip, trying desperately not to smirk at Tara’s thinly veiled double entendre, clearly enjoying the fact that I was floundering.
Clearing my throat, I chugged the rest of my beer, stood up, and let myself slide off the dock. The initial shock of the cool water hit my sun-baked skin, making me gasp. I dunked my head completely under, letting the lake swallow me whole. The feeling of absolute weightlessness, the squishy sand between my toes, and the chill of the water soothing my aching body was paradise. I’d never been much of a swimmer growing up, but in moments like this, it felt liberating.
When I surfaced, I swam over to join them. Tara had immediately climbed onto the extra space on Penelope’s floaty, practically wrapping herself around Garcia just to prove a point and leave JJ and me in our own space.
"Oh, look at us! A couple of water nymphs and their floating queens!" Penelope cheered, shifting around to make room.
"Careful, Garcia," Tara laughed, her hands resting securely on Penelope's hips to stabilize them. "You flip this unicorn, and I'm taking you down with me."
"Please, I have excellent balance," Penelope scoffed playfully, leaning back against Tara. "Unlike certain profilers who look like they're drowning in yearning."
JJ let out a soft laugh, her eyes locked onto me as I drifted closer. She didn't question my sudden silence; she just let it happen, her gaze tracing the water droplets clinging to my eyelashes. As their banter drifted into the background, I rolled onto my back, floating effortlessly. I closed my eyes, letting the gentle current carry me.
Their voices began to fade into a distant hum. Then, I felt a warm, firm hand slide beneath my water-slicked back, right between my shoulder blades, supporting my weight.
I opened my eyes and looked straight into JJ’s piercing blue stare. She was smiling down at me, her blonde hair darkened by the water, looking utterly breathtaking.
I sat up, wiping the water from my face, and looked around. Tara and Penelope were gone, their towels missing from the dock.
"They left," JJ said softly, her voice a low purr. "I told them I’d grab you and bring the floaties back. You looked so peaceful, Em. I didn’t want to disturb you, but the sun is starting to set, and we need to get ready to go out tonight."
I looked toward the horizon, noticing the sky turning into brilliant shades of orange and pink. I’d been floating for much longer than I thought. "Yeah. Let’s head back."
We swam the floaties back to the dock. As we climbed up, I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around JJ’s shoulders. I scanned the area; there was no one around, and a massive pine tree perfectly blocked the view from the cabin windows.
Losing my inhibitions, I pulled her close, planting a soft, lingering kiss on her forehead. My hands rubbed up and down her towel covered arms, and she let out a contented sigh, resting her head heavily against my shoulder.
When I bent over to grab my own towel, I caught JJ staring. Her eyes were completely glued to my chest, tracking the deep V-line of my bikini top where the water was pooling. A sudden jolt of heat flared in my core.
I deliberately covered myself with the towel, smirked, and looked around for my empty beer and cigarette butt. They were already gone. "Looks like Tara cleaned up after me."
"We should get back," I murmured, stepping past her, but JJ’s hand shot out, gripping my forearm firmly.
"Wait. Just one thing."
She pulled me back, stepping flush against my body. The closer her face got, the more I could see the raw, unchecked desire burning in her eyes. I felt the heat of her breath against my lips just a second before her mouth met mine.
The kiss was wet, soft, and desperately needy. I groaned into her mouth, cupping her face with both hands, my thumbs wiping away the lake water on her cheeks.
"I’ve been wanting to do that all damn day," she breathed against my lips as we parted.
"Well, why didn't you?" I teased, my voice dropping an octave.
"Because," JJ whispered, a wicked little smile creeping onto her face, "it was incredibly hot watching you try to be discreet when everyone secretly already knows."
She leaned in and kissed me again, lighter this time, but no less hungry.
"It’s torturous being around you when you look this good in a bikini, JJ. My mind is completely gone."
The confession left my mouth before my brain could stop it. JJ’s smile widened into something predatory. She slowly parted her towel, revealing the toned, glistening planes of her body in her swimsuit.
"I was thinking the exact same thing about you," JJ whispered, her voice husky. "Watching the water drip off your skin, Emily... it's driving me crazy."
My breath caught in my throat. The sheer sight of her made my chest tighten. Trying to regain control, I smirked and pulled her towel back over her shoulders, covering her up. "Maybe I just have better composure than you."
I knew that wasn't true, she had me completely wrapped around her finger, but I wasn't going to let her win that easily just yet. "Let's go."
Part 2: The Dive Bar
****JJ’s POV****
All day, Emily had been destroying my sanity. All day, she had been throwing me those heavy, longing looks. All day, I had to watch her in that bathing suit, watching the lake water trail down the slope of her full breasts. I had spent the entire afternoon imagining what it would feel like to be on top of her, pinning her down.
And right now, as we sat in a crowded, dimly lit dive bar listening to loud country music, eating greasy nachos and wings, I wanted her even more.
Sitting directly across from her made it impossible not to look. But every single time my eyes drifted her way, she was already staring right back at me, her gaze heavy and dark. It made my stomach flutter violently. Those big, doe-like brown eyes, her gorgeous silver-streaked hair, the memory of her hands that had gripped me so tightly earlier... God, I wanted her.
Beside me, Penelope loudly cleared her throat. I tried to pull myself together, but my eyes remained glued to Emily and her dimples as she watched Luke and Tara trade rapid-fire banter across the table.
"You know, JJ, you are being spectacularly indiscreet," Penelope whispered loudly into my ear.
I finally tore my eyes away to look at Garcia. Next to her, Rossi took a slow sip of his scotch, staring straight ahead and perfectly pretending he hadn't heard a thing.
"I'm not doing anything," I lied poorly.
Penelope let out a muffled giggle. "Right. And I’m the Queen of England. You know, when everyone goes to bed tonight, you could easily take Emily back down to the lake and—"
"Pen," I hissed, cutting her off, my face burning. "Remember, you're not supposed to know. None of you are. You only know because..."
"Because I am an intuitive goddess and a tech genius who notices everything," Penelope cut in proudly.
"Right. And I don’t want to be doing anything with the whole team sleeping right above us."
"Oh, please, JJ, we won't even hear you. The lake is like a five-minute walk down the trail. It's the perfect, secluded lover's lane. And you know she wants you just as badly. I mean, come on, did you see her on the dock today? She was trying so hard to play it cool, but she was practically burning a hole through your suit with her eyes—"
Penelope kept rambling, but her voice blurred into background noise the exact moment I felt a bare foot slide up my calf under the table.
I looked up. Emily was staring directly at me, a dangerous, knowing smirk playing on her lips as her foot stroked the skin of my leg. My breath hitched.
"Anyway," Penelope finished, finally turning her attention back to Tara and Luke playfully arguing over a pool game. "I just think you guys deserve some private time. That's all I'm saying."
I caught Rossi giving a microscopic, encouraging nod before taking another sip of his drink.
My heart began to hammer against my ribs. Maybe we could slide away to the lake once the cabin went dark. I had teased the idea earlier, but I wasn't sure if Emily would actually risk it. There was only one way to find out.
Part 3: The Lake at Midnight
****JJ’s POV****
Back at the cabin, the house was dead silent. Penelope was in the bed next to mine, completely passed out, wearing a silk eye mask with her hair rolled up in vintage curling rods.
I pulled out my phone, the screen illuminating the dark room.
JJ: Is Tara asleep?
Emily: Yes.
JJ: Want to go to the lake?
I watched the three little dots appear. They danced on the screen... then disappeared. Nothing.
Fuck, I thought, my heart sinking. Maybe she thought it was too risky. Maybe she was tired.
Then, my phone buzzed.
Emily: Meet me in 10.
A jolt of pure adrenaline shot through my veins. I threw the covers off, creeping out of bed while making sure not to make a single sound. I quickly twisted my blonde hair into a loose, messy bun and slipped into a sleek one-piece bathing suit.
Guiding myself through the dark hallway and down the wooden stairs, the cabin was completely still. The brilliant, silver moonlight washed through the floor-to-ceiling windows. I slipped out the back door, greeted by a chorus of chirping crickets and the heavy, humid summer air that immediately filled my lungs.
I hurried down the dirt path to the dock. Emily was already there, waiting for me at the edge.
"Hey, you," I whispered, stepping onto the wood planks.
"It's beautiful out here tonight. The moon is incredible," Emily said softly, patting the empty space right beside her.
I sat down, the cool night air raising goosebumps on my skin. "So... are we getting in?"
I stood up, waiting for her to join me. As Emily rose to her feet, the moonlight illuminated how perfectly her one-piece swimsuit hugged every single one of her curves. My mouth went completely dry.
Emily caught the hunger in my expression. A sultry smile spread across her lips. Reaching up, she slowly slid the straps of her swimsuit down her shoulders. "Actually... I don't think I'm going to need this."
She peeled the wet fabric down, stripping completely naked right in front of me. The cool night air hit her skin, and I watched her nipples instantly harden in the moonlight. Before I could even process the breathtaking view, Emily got into the dark water, leaving barely a splash.
My heart pounding, I stripped out of my own suit, leaving it in a pile, and jumped in after her.
When I surfaced, Emily was waiting for me in the deep water. "Float?" she murmured, reaching a hand out to me.
"Lay on your back," she instructed gently.
I did exactly what she asked, tilting my head back and letting the water hold me. My bare breasts broke the surface, glistening under the bright silver moon. Emily placed her warm hand firmly against my lower back, guiding me, keeping me steady as we floated together in the stillness of the night.
I closed my eyes, a wave of profound peace washing over me. It felt freeing. It felt like being a kid again, floating in the waters of my childhood. I let Emily and the lake carry me, letting my tense muscles completely relax, my breathing slowing to a steady rhythm.
After a while, I blinked my eyes open. Emily was staring down at me, her expression full of an intense, raw adoration that made my chest ache. She leaned down and pressed her lips to mine.
The heat of her mouth contrasted beautifully with the cold lake. I wrapped my arms around her neck, and as she straightened up, I let my feet find the sandy bottom, pulling myself up flush against her.
Emily’s hands immediately clamped around my waist, pulling our naked bodies completely together. Our tongues slid against one another in a fierce, deeply passionate kiss. A soft, raspy moan escaped the back of her throat, sending a shiver straight down my spine.
Breaking apart for air, I rested my forehead against hers. "You are so beautiful, Em."
She kissed the tip of my nose, then gently spun me around so my back was pressed against her front, both of us facing the glowing moon. Spooning me from behind in the water, Emily pressed a hot kiss to my shoulder, her warm breath tickling my ear as she whispered, "You're everything, JJ."
Emily’s hand slowly slid down my stomach beneath the water. I leaned my head back onto her shoulder, baring my neck to her, silently begging for more. She eagerly bit and kissed my neck while her hand trailed lower, searching between my thighs.
The moment her fingers grazed my slick, swollen clit, I bit my lip, a sharp moan escaping into the night. Emily didn't stop. She clustered hot kisses along my jawline while her fingers began to rub me, rhythmically and teasingly. She gradually picked up the pace, her touch sending electric shocks straight to my core. I was involuntarily crying out, my hips arching back against her as my clit throbbed so intensely I thought I’d lose my mind.
Just as I reached the precipice, she paused, giving me a final, breathless kiss on the neck. I turned around in her arms, panting, looking at her with wild eyes. I kissed her fiercely, holding her body as tightly as I could against mine.
"You know," I gasped, my voice dripping with intent, "there is something I have been wanting to do to you... all day long."
"Oh, yeah?" Emily asked, a breathless smile on her lips. "Like what?"
"Well... it starts on the dock."
"The... the dock?" Emily’s brows furrowed in beautiful confusion.
"Yes. It popped into my head when you were sitting out here earlier today."
"Is that why you kept staring at me?" she chuckled, leaning in.
"Well, that wasn't the only reason," I teased, biting my lower lip.
"What's the other reason, Jayje?"
"Well..." I pulled away slightly, taking her hand. "Can we just go to the dock and I'll show you?"
Emily didn't hesitate. She gripped my hand tightly as we swam back to the wooden platform. She hauled herself up first, reaching for her towel, but I stayed in the water, resting my forearms on the edge of the dock.
"Lay the towel down flat on the wood," I commanded, my voice dropping into a tone that left no room for argument. "I don't want you getting a splinter."
"JJ?" Emily started, but when she looked down and saw the absolute, stone-serious dominance in my eyes, she swallowed hard. She did exactly what I said, smoothing the towel over the planks.
"Now, lay on your back. Scoot your assets to the very edge and dangle your legs over."
Emily followed my instructions, her breath hitching as she slid her hips to the very edge of the dock, putting her dripping, beautiful body completely on display. I moved closer, stepping into the shallow water until her dripping pussy was directly in front of my face.
Emily propped herself up slightly on her elbows, looking down at me, biting her lip in sheer anticipation. "JJ, how—"
Before she could finish, I flicked my tongue out, taking a long, deliberate swipe straight up through her wet folds.
Emily’s eyes slammed shut, her head snapping back as a loud gasp left her lips. I wrapped my hands firmly around her thighs, anchoring her to the edge, and leaned in to kiss the sensitive skin of her inner thighs before returning to her center. I licked her again, a slow, deep stroke that made her entire body shudder.
"Please, J—"
I didn't let her finish. I closed my lips directly around her hyper-sensitive clit, sucking softly while my tongue swirled against her. Emily lost all structural integrity, falling flat onto her back on the towel.
I sucked and licked her aggressively, lifting her legs and holding them wide open to the night sky, exposing her completely to the moonlight. Emily’s hands flew to her own breasts, squeezing them as the silver light reflected off the lake water on her skin. She looked like an absolute masterpiece, a living piece of art.
She arched her back off the dock, pushing her soaking wet heat deeper into my mouth. Her ragged, breathless moans blended perfectly with the symphony of the crickets and the lapping waves. Her fingernails dug into her own skin as her muscles began to violently clench around my tongue.
Suddenly, she went entirely rigid, a quiet, choked gasp leaving her throat as a heavy wave of release flooded my mouth. I drank every single drop of her, holding her still until the last of her twitches subsided.
Panting, I climbed up onto the dock, hovering over her trembling body. I kissed my way up her torso, listening to my name leave her lips like a breathless prayer. “JJ... JJ...”
I captured one of her turgid nipples between my lips, sucking and biting it tenderly before flattening my tongue against it. I trailed kisses up her chest, over the column of her neck, until I finally brought my lips back to hers, resting the full weight of my body flush against hers.
The kiss was soft, sweet, and deeply grounding.
"That was... God, JJ," Emily whispered, her brown eyes completely blown out with pleasure.
"I know," I breathed, brushing a strand of silver hair from her forehead. "I wish you could have seen yourself, Em. The way the moonlight was glistening off your skin while you came... that's an image that's going to be burned into my mind forever."
Emily smiled, reaching blindly behind her to grab the second towel. She draped it over my naked back, sealing us into our own private cocoon.
I laid my head down on her chest, closing my eyes and listening to the steady, rapid thumping of her heart. And as I lay there in the quiet of the night, wrapped in her arms, I realized that this felt exactly like floating in the lake, too except this time, it was just Emily.