CHARACTERS: JJ & Emily RATING: R [sexual situations] SUMMARY: Hormones, snuggles, 'carpooling', showers and morning routines, oh my. STATUS: incomplete.
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Jennifer Jareau had become rather multifarious as of late. A Doctor Jekyll and Mister Hyde of the petite, blonde and pregnant sort. In her pregnancy she had now adopted several personalities that appeared at random times. There was the sick and miserable side which left her praying to the porcelain goddesses and wondering why it was called morning sickness when it happened at four in the afternoon too. Then there was the insatiable little minx who struck at all hour of the nights with needs and wants and the libido of an adult film star. Then there was the JJ who stared in the mirror and had a full blown hissy fit over how fat she was, fulfilling the common stereotypes of a pregnant woman. There was also the JJ who pranced around like some fairytale princess a la Enchanted and one might wonder looking at her if she could whistle and have a bunch of animals come to her aid. However it seemed the easily frustrated and angered personality too hold the most.
Thus was the case this morning when she stood in front of the full length mirror of Emily's closet and groaned. Yes, the closet of Emily Prentiss. She could no longer possibly deal with the thought of being Will's barefoot and pregnant soon to be wife while he talked about Gator jerky and lemonade on Grandaddy's porch. Her team thought she was brave for pulling the single mother card; and as much as they wouldn't admit it relieved because it meant she'd be around much more. What they didn't know was that she was not in fact pulling the single mother card because she was not single, nor raising her baby alone. She had Emily, and she couldn't have asked for a better partner.
She turned in front of the mirror, fresh out of the shower and only wearing a black bra and some matching lacy panties. Her full lips formed a pout as she wondered how the hell her stomach could have gone to look like she was smuggling an orange to smuggling a cantaloupe seemingly overnight. She huffed and twisted her damp hair to let it lay between her shoulder blades. She felt fat and unattractive and wondered if her section of clothes hanging in Em's closet would even still fit her. She was definitely showing now. Though, on the positive she did not have stretch marks.
She pulled herself away from the mirror and over to the bed and Emily's sleeping form. She crawled in behind her, making a valiant attempt to lighten her own mood by leaving over her lover and placing a soft sweet kiss on her lips. Like some sort of sapphic fairytale.
"Wake up, sleeping beauty," she whispered against her lips.