13. Pulling Your Lover Closer By The Waistband With Jemily Please 🥺🥺🥺

13. pulling your lover closer by the waistband with jemily please 🥺🥺🥺

a hundred different kisses: send me a number and a ship

Emily was laying on her bed on top of the covers reading over a case file. She looked up when JJ came out of the bathroom freshly showered. Her hair was wet and down around her shoulders and to Emily she had never looked so soft. She was wearing an old college t-shirt of Emily's and gray sweatpants. Emily stared at them.

"What?" JJ asked, noticing the stare.

Emily put the file down and got up to walk over to her girlfriend. She stood close and looked down at the sweatpants then up at JJ. She raised a brow and hooked her finger into the waistband and tugged JJ closer. "I think those are mine," she said.

"I know," JJ replied, seemingly flushing.

"You're wearing my clothes."

"They're comfortable," JJ defended.

Emily was close enough to smell JJ's shampoo and body wash, and it overtook her. The truth was, it was hot seeing JJ in her clothes. It was...domestic. Not something Emily had ever thought she wanted. She pulled JJ impossibly closer by the waistband of the sweatpants. She stared into JJ's ocean eyes and then kissed her. JJ's arms went around Emily's neck as she kissed back. It was slow, steady, and burned with their connection. A connection they'd had from the first time they met. Emily deepend the kiss, thankful that she could. She started to push the sweatpants down and JJ stepped out of them.

"You don't like me in your clothes?" JJ asked softly between their kisses.

"Oh, I do," Emily said, pushing JJ towards the bed. "I just think they'd look better on my floor." JJ smiled warmly, and Emily was struck with not only desire, but comfort and a sense of deep love for the woman in her arms. JJ's smile always did that to her. She pulled from JJ slightly and reached under the shirt to pull it over JJ's head, leaving her in her sports bra and underwear. "You're so beautiful," Emily murmured.

JJ flushed again, but pushed Emily down on the bed. "I like when you tell me that." She joined Emily on the bed and they lay on their sides facing each other.

Emily knew she didn't tell JJ what she was thinking enough, and she felt badly about it, but old habits were hard to break. Even with an amazing girlfriend. She swallowed and brushed JJ's wet hair back. It was time. "I...uh, I love you, Jage."

JJ beamed. She leaned in and softly kissed Emily's lips. "I love you too, Em." She watched Emily's face closely and Emily felt herself slipping mentally. Going back to that place where she didn't share. But then JJ put a hand to her cheek and just smiled at her, and Emily came back.

"We really just said that?" Emily asked.

"Yeah, we did," JJ said. She brushed her lips to Emily's. "And I'm so glad you said it, Em." She kissed her again. "Thank you."

Emily wrapped her arm around JJ and pressed their bodies flush. "I've felt it for so long," she admitted.

"Me too," JJ said. They stared into each other's eyes, not speaking anymore, bit through their gaze. Emily kissed JJ's forehead, then her cheek, her jaw, her throat. JJ sighed.

"I need you," Emily finally whispered.

"You have me," JJ replied. "You've always had me."