"Love recognizes no barriers. It jumps hurdles, leaps fences, penetrates walls to arrive at its destination full of hope."

-Maya Angelou

An undetermined amount of time later

They'd only been doing this again for a few weeks so in many ways, it was still like something new all over again. She'd almost forgotten what it had felt like to want someone this much; to need them like the very air you breathed. Every sensation caused her knees to weaken as even the most feather-light touches set her body aflame. And after today, an entire day and night of not laying eyes on each other because, as Garcia had said, it was tradition, she couldn't hold back anymore.

The trail of kisses that were left along her soft tanned skin made her groan, the rumble escaping from somewhere deep within her. Her fingers tangled in ebony hair as she devoured Emily's mouth with her own, catching the older woman's bottom lip between her teeth. She needed this. She needed to feel Emily's skin against hers. They were committed; their relationship solidified and she couldn't run anymore. She didn't want to run anymore.

"God, Jennifer. Take it off… please," Emily begged as JJ's agile fingers slowly traced the line of her collarbone, trailing down along the top of her breasts. She wanted out of this dress. Immediately.

They both may have been dressed in white, but nothing about them was pure anymore. They'd worshiped and pleasured each other's bodies since the very start of their relationship. Constantly battling against the incessant urge to caress the other one's flesh or slide their tongue into the perfect awaiting mouth.

JJ couldn't resist the brunette's pleas, especially not with the way Emily's lean frame was grinding against her own. Her body pinned Emily's taller one to the door as her fingers danced along the hidden zipper on the side of her dress. She pulled in down at an agonizingly slow place; exhaling lightly against an alabaster neck as she released it tooth by tooth.

The older woman whimpered with every inch of newly exposed skin; the cool air causing goose bumps to appear as JJ's warm breath panted in her ear.

She knew she'd never be able to put what this felt like into words, what it was like to have your wife bound within your arms as you ground yourself against her thigh, the one that was currently so tightly wedged between your legs. No one would ever understand what it felt like to have those hands grasping at your running the length of your spine as you felt your wedding dress fall to the floor. It would be nearly impossible to describe the pleasure that would overwhelm your very senses when that same woman yanked you backwards so that you landed on top of her on the plush mattress, wrinkling her equally white gown, before allowing a delicious moan to pour out of your mouth.

Just five hours earlier, JJ and Emily had stood in front of their family and friends as they proclaimed their undying love for each other, until death do us part. The entire day had felt surreal for both of them; waking up in two separate cottages overlooking the lake, the sun shining through partially opened curtains, knowing that this was the very sky they would marry under later that afternoon.

Rossi had smiled with delight as he'd walked Emily down the aisle. Hotch had carried an adoring glint in his eyes while officiating the ceremony. The brides' voices had both cracked with emotion as they'd delivered their vows. The water had shimmered beautifully behind them as they'd slipped rings onto each other's fingers. Garcia had cried openly as she gave her maid-of-honor speech. Ashley had giggled excessively when Morgan asked her to dance, her laugh growing louder in surprise when he'd dropped her into a low dip. Elizabeth had kissed Emily's check, trying to hide the tears in her eyes when she'd told her stunning daughter how proud she was of her.

And both Emily and JJ had smile slyly as they snuck off to their bedroom halfway through the reception because they couldn't stand to wait another moment before they were able to touch each other.

The two of them now lay in a mess of sheets, their sweaty naked skin sliding against the other's flesh as hands roamed between legs and over breasts.

This was always JJ's favorite part; the amount of time they spent working each other up, getting each other so hot and bothered that they were ready to explode before they even started. JJ loved listening to Emily's breath hitch every time the blonde would lick the shell of her ear. Arousal would rush through her whenever the older woman slid her hands across a pert nipple. This was a dance that they both knew very well and knowing that she would get to do this again and again for forever made her happier than she would ever be able to describe. Her chest was too small to contain the love she felt for Emily, her feelings, words and thoughts flowing out of her as they continued to consume one another. Moans, movements, caresses, sighs, tears, laughter, whimpers… it was all part of their dance.

"I love you," JJ keened as she felt two long digits slip inside of her, pumping in and out of her excruciatingly slowly.

This was Emily's favorite part. There was nothing she loved more than having her fingers enveloped by this beautiful woman's velvet walls. Dragging animalistic sounds out of the normally composed blonde with every thrust; sounds that only she was allowed to hear.

Things hadn't always been like this. They'd spent months upon months barely talking to each other, much less touching each other, after everything JJ had been through. The relationship they fought so hard for had hung in the balance for entirely too long as they struggled to find one another again. Each day was a challenge and there were moments where they weren't sure they would make it together. There were times they'd even wondered if JJ would make it at all.

But that was all behind them now. They lived in a world where memories of what had happened with Hagin and Matthew rarely surfaced, a world where JJ was more at peace than she had felt in a long time. Of course, there were nights where the younger woman still battled with the nightmares or the insecurities that came along with being violated, tortured and almost killed, but they were few and far between. And Emily was always there, right beside her, as JJ mourned the things that had been taken from her. Emily was there with a comforting arm around her shoulder as JJ sobbed her way through a rough day. Emily was there, placing delicate kisses in golden hair, after JJ finished screaming at her and instead broke down crying. Those moments still happened. They couldn't lie about that.

"Emily, I'm so… oh my… close." JJ's voice came out almost as a whine; her way of begging for release while her wife's sweat sheened body hovered above her. She pressed her lips against the soft column of the brunette's throat, pleasure coiling higher and higher inside of her, threatening to break the surface. Her teeth nipped at Emily's pulse point and left behind a mark that she knew would be visible tomorrow on alabaster skin.

Emily's breaths were shallow. She was panting in the smaller woman's ear when she felt nails dig into the skin of her back. "Wait for me, Jennifer. Almost… God, almost."

JJ simply nodded against the woman above her, suppressing a whimper as she felt Emily's slick heat grinding against her thigh. She knew how close they both were, that it wouldn't take much longer for both of them to come undone and come crashing down from the high together.

It was with a few more thrusts that JJ finally felt the release start, a slow burn beginning in the pit of her stomach that made her feel like she was flying. She pressed her mouth against Emily's in an attempt to quiet her moans as her muscles tensed, going rigid as the brunette glided against her one last time before her orgasm rushed through her.

"Jennifer," Emily cried, disconnecting her mouth from JJ's, pulling air into her lungs as her entire body was engulfed by feelings of euphoria. "Holy fuck…" Her breath wisped through JJ's hair, a few blonde strands blowing softly before she rolled off of her wife with a huff.

"That was… yeah," JJ said, practically speechless. She flipped onto her side, curling against Emily and running her fingers through a mess of midnight tresses. "We did it." Her voice held an air of amazement and they both knew that JJ wasn't simply talking about sex. They had done it. They'd gotten married. After everything, they still managed to end up here, wrapped in each other's arms as a cool wind blew in from the open balcony doors.

"Are you going to close those?" Emily joked as she tugged on JJ's small body, urging her to climb underneath the blankets. "It was your idea to open them after all."

JJ poked at the Emily's exposed side, causing the older woman to laugh and squirm. "That's only because you kept saying how romantic it would be to be able to see the moon."

Emily scoffed while running her fingers up and down JJ's spine. It still hadn't completely hit her yet. Wife. Jennifer Jareau was her wife. The first time she'd met this small petite blonde, she never would've imagined that this is where they'd end up years later, curled up in bed after a steamy round of lovemaking and married to each other. And it had been even more difficult to imagine a moment like this after they'd spent so much time fighting against both of their inner demons. So much time spent fighting with each other. "This is…" Emily paused, trying to figure out how to put exactly was she was thinking into words. "This is…" She couldn't. It would always be indescribable. So instead of searching for the words, she turned her head slightly, pressing her mouth against JJ's and rolling them over so the blonde was underneath her once again.

"Is this how it's going to be, Agent Prentiss? Do you think you always need to be on top?" A wicked grin flashed across JJ's face before she quickly flipped them over, allowing herself to take control as her hand trailed down the brunette's taught stomach. "This whole thing is give and take, Emily," she whispered, her fingers already slipping through her wife's wetness, dipping inside her core. "All you've done is give for months, doing everything you can to build me up again and make me whole, but now it's my turn. I want to be around you and deep inside of you all at once. I want to give you back everything you've given me."

"For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul."

-Judy Garland