Disclaimer: Good thing I don't own them and am not affiliated with show or characters in any way, otherwise they'd have to move to cinemax after dark or something. As with my other stories this is already up at TWCS.
AN: I came up with this idea after running across an article while researching for another story. The article dealt with topic of letting men drink breast milk and I'm still not sure how I stumbled across it as that was not what I was initially looking for. I found it interesting that there was a mix of people who found it erotic and/or natural while others found the idea disgusting. After reading more about it this idea was born, so yes, this involves breastmilk, proceed at your own risk. I'm not a mother so I have no formal opinion or knowledge on it myself just basing it off what I read.
Aaron Hotchner's face was grim as he walked around the police station, his set jaw causing the team to stand back as they could almost see the vein throbbing in his temple. They had finally developed a profile of the man who had kidnapped and killed eleven children in the area and decided that their young blonde media liaison would be the best one to present what they knew along with fake sympathy approach that may bring him in. Since JJ had given birth to her own son Henry only two months before she was logically the one most effective at displaying a maternal tone as she appealed to the killer. The press had been summoned and all had been going well as the team had fully prepped her on not only what to say but how to present it to the cameras, yet half an hour before it was to start she had gone to the bathroom and had yet to return which was undoubtedly the cause of their bosses ire.
Hotch's foul mood had begun to grow when he found out that instead of being available for the necessary system sound checks the young agent had now suddenly sequestered herself in one of the small station conference rooms with the blinds drawn, stating she wouldn't come out until Prentiss returned. He had seen the dark haired agent leave in a flurry only ten minutes before but hadn't thought to ask questions until he realized the other female agent was also staying conspicuously absent. Not being one to wait without knowing what was going on the tall unit chief looked determined as he again approached the door at the corner of the station.
"JJ, we've got a press conference in 15 minutes, what's the problem?" Hotch's voice was stern when he knocked on the conference room door where the media liaison had sequestered herself. She had never failed him or the team before and he couldn't help but wonder what could be causing this sudden reclusiveness. He felt an edge of worry despite the annoyance, wondering if they were asking too much in terms of asking her to sound sympathetic to a child killer considering her own recent birth.
"I told Emily, she's taking care of it for me, everything will be ok, I just need some more time" came the muffled voice but the door remained closed causing him to stalk off, his anger threatening to escalate as he watched the press conference techs settling down to wait amidst an increasingly impatient group of reporters. Hotch waited another 5 minutes watching the gathered press and trying to ignore the questioning looks of his team before finally charging back towards the door.
"JJ, what is so important that it can't wait?" He asked again, trying to open the door, surprised to find it locked. Not accustomed to this behavior by one of his team members he stopped a passing sheriff's deputy who unlocked the door for him without question, knowing better than to get in the way of the imposing FBI unit chief. JJ looked up in surprise as the door opened and her boss entered. She stood quietly as he obviously looked at her to ensure that she appeared fine.
"JJ, if this is too hard for you, then just tell me," he finally said his tone becoming gentle as he took in the drawn posture as she leaned against the table with her arms tightly crossed, giving him the impression that she was feeling less than confident about what she had been asked to do.
"The conference? No that's fine." She said with an almost audible groan as she tried to figure out how to hide her embarrassment from her boss. Finally realizing the best thing she could do was to act like an adult about it she stopped hugging herself and dropped her arms to her side waiting, knowing it would only take him a moment to make the connection.
As expected it didn't take long for the man in front of her to notice the wetness on the front of her shirt, but the reaction was not what she had hoped for as his misunderstanding continued. "If you've spilled something you've got a different shirt in your go bag," he said slowly, looking at her cryptically as he was still trying to figure out what the problem was, though he did wonder how the normally careful liaison could have spilled something this close to a conference.
"I didn't spill anything," she confessed feeling embarrassed. "If I change shirts this will just happen again until Emily gets back with some nursing pads," she said, her cheeks turning pink with embarrassment as she wished a hole would open up in the floor and swallow her as she had to talk about her lactating breasts with her handsome boss. That was all it took as comprehension dawned on the older man who had not even thought of the nursing issue until she brought it up, his mind suddenly going back to some of the issues Haley had encountered after Jack's birth and recalling her complaints about the unpredictability of milk production. JJ was unsure how to take his silence as she tried to explain further.
"I forgot and left my bag of nursing accessories back at the hotel this morning, now here I am spouting like old faithful and supposed to be in front of tv camera's," she said miserably, still trying to explain how something so minor had managed to stall their case, feeling small as she had to admit her failure in remembering her bag, as well as such personal physical issues were to blame for the sudden hold up.
"The traffic is terrible out there, when I checked with Emily she was only a half a mile from the station." Hotch said seriously as he surveyed the issue, cursing the fact that they were in such an isolated area where the town's small convenience store was about the only thing further than the dusty motel they had all been booked at. It only took a moment for the options to snap together in his analytical mind and he knew he would likely be shot by the petite blonde, and would likely deserve it for what he was about to suggest but decided to proceed anyway. The images of the dead children and the picture of the little girl that had been recently captured and might still be alive racing through his mind. He could sympathize with the young agent but he was hard pressed to risk a child's life over something like this.
"Have you tried pressing them together or something," he first suggested trying to sound professional, remembering Haley having talked about this sometimes working.
"Yes, they just gushed more," JJ said, embarrassed at having a discussion about her breasts and milk production with the man. Even if he was her friend it was definitely more information than she really wanted to share with anyone, much less the man standing before her looking a little lost at how to handle this new development.
"I've already thought of all my options and basically all I can do is sit here and wait, or you can find someone else to do the conference," JJ said still sounding miserable. "I've asked one of the female officers here, but no one in the building has any supplies. She suggested shoving napkins down my front but it would be a little obvious and I'm certainly not going out there with a wet blouse, it will be hard to focus on the cameras if I can feel myself dripping. I certainly don't think it would be good PR if I'm looking down to check out the front of my shirt in the middle of this." JJ said resolutely as she ticked off her fingers naming all the options she had considered and had to discount.
"There is one more solution," Hotch said tentatively, not believing what he was about to suggest as he saw her look at him with obvious confusion about what she could have missed. "Is there anyone on the team you're particularly close to in an intimate sense?" He prodded, trying to be delicate and hoping she wouldn't be affronted by the suggestion. He wouldn't have been surprised to find out she was having a relationship with any of the men on the team considering her rocky relationship with the father of her child and long hours spent in the company of her teammates.
"No," JJ slowly replied, her eyes narrowing as she studied him suspiciously, trying to think of what new angle he might be considering.
"When Haley was dealing with this issue, once or twice she had me help," he finally said his thoughts aloud, now looking almost as red faced as JJ.
"Aaron Hotchner, are you seriously suggesting I let someone from the team nurse me?!" JJ sounded outraged as she tried to keep her voice down. She couldn't even enjoy the uncharacteristically flustered look on her bosses face as her mind tried to quickly dispel the images of any of her teammates touching her in such an intimate way.
"It would solve the problem for now, give us a chance to save Annie Rogers," Hotch persisted, his thoughts back to rescuing the eight year old who had been taken only a day before and whose time they knew was running out.
"That's just gross," JJ said looking appalled as she went back to wrapping her arms around herself in a protective hug.
"It doesn't have to be sexual," Hotch had to continue, now trying to justify his stance so he didn't sound like a pervert.
"What, having an adult putting their lips on your breast isn't sexual?" JJ's tone was incredulous as she studied him.
"You wouldn't let Will do it if he were here?" Hotch had to ask, knowing he was pursuing a line of questioning he should leave alone but couldn't seem to drop it now that the issue had been raised.
"Hell no," JJ's response was frank and immediate, she didn't even have to think about it as she glared defiantly at their unit chief, still hugging her leaking breasts.
"As I see it you have three options, wait for Emily and throw the press conference late, risking the life of an eight year old child. Change into your last clean shirt and go out there hoping for the best, or three let someone help drain the flow so it will behave for the 20 minutes you'll be in front of the cameras" Hotch methodically laid out the solutions as he saw them in his businesslike tone that typically left no room for argument.
JJ looked horrified as she studied her boss, almost hating him for reminding her that her reluctance to find a solution could result in the death of an innocent child. She didn't need him to say anything to know that if that happened she would probably think of that child and her devastated parents whenever Henry nursed at her breast, making her wonder if the outcome might have been different. Feeling her resolve weakening she couldn't believe she was considering it as she asked the question. "So you say you have done this before?"
"Yes and it doesn't have to be a big deal, only takes a couple minutes" he said maintaining a straight face as he walked back towards the door, relieved that she had seemingly begun to see his suggestion as a viable option. "Who do you want me to get?" He asked as he reached for the door handle, stopping when he saw the incredulous look on her face.
"You honestly think I want this little piece of information to ever leave this room? It's mortifying enough that you know, but it will forever shoot my credibility with the team if it gets out as well as being yet another example of the perceived deficiencies of female agents." She said, suddenly wanting to focus anywhere else in the room as realization dawned in his eyes of what she was implying. He felt like a pervert as he felt his pulse rate increase at the mere thought of seeing the smooth ivory skin he was sure was lurking underneath the currently soaked blouse she was wearing. Forcing himself not to leap at the chance he pulled out his cell phone, placing a quick call to Emily to make sure she hadn't somehow miraculously already made it to the motel and was on her way back. At his inquiry she confirmed she was only five miles from the station with another five to go just to make it to the motel thanks to the gridlock caused by the amount of media that had descended on the small town. Thanking her he hung up grimly, turning to face JJ as he shared the news.
With a resolute look on her face as she quickly remembered the smiling face of the child in the hands of their unsub as she went to open the door, sticking her head out briefly to speak to the media tech waiting for her. "I'm sorry, we're reviewing the strategy, I need 15 more minutes," JJ announced trying to sound calm over the pounding of her heart at what she was about to do before she pulled her head back into the shrinking conference room and locked the door behind her, double checking to make sure the blinds were closed. Assuming there was no easier way than to just push herself through it she cast her eyes upwards to focus on the ceiling before tentatively lifting her shirt, trying hard not to look at the man standing in front of her. Even though she was choosing to do this willingly she knew she would never be able to go through with it if she gave it too much thought.
Hotch made himself look away as she pulled off the soaked nursing bra until a clearing of her throat indicated she was ready. She could see his Adam's apple bob up and down as he turned and looked while she tried to remind herself he had likely seen many different sets of breasts before and that he had assured her this was not a sexual act.
Hotch had mistakenly thought he had adequately prepared himself to do what he felt needed to be done for the sake of the case, but when he turned and saw the plump breasts waiting for him he could feel his anatomy eagerly responding to the view afforded him.
Swallowing one more time he moved to sit on a chair as they awkwardly maneuvered for a moment to find the best placement to allow for the needed parts to come in contact. Forcing himself to be as businesslike as possible he tried not to touch her as he narrowed his focus to the engorged pink nipple. He was relieved that she took the initiative to hold her breast in place as he wasn't sure how he would respond if he actually began touching the silky skin. With one last deep breath to fortify his resolve he latched onto the offered nipple and quickly began to suck, hoping that he would be able to complete the task quickly as he closed his eyes, the soft texture between his lips and tongue causing him to wonder what this would be like under more normal circumstances. The milk was sweet, and not unpleasant as for the next few moments nothing could be heard in the silence of the room except for heavy breathing and the slight suckling noise.
JJ felt an obvious relief as the pressure in her right breast finally began to subside. She felt the cold air on the now wet nipple when it had apparently been drained as Hotch moved to the next one without comment, seeming more sure of himself this time as he used his own hand to move and hold it into a better position, his calloused touch as he held it starkly contrasting to the wetness of his mouth on her. To JJ's horror she realized she was becoming turned on by the eroticism of what she thought would be a disturbing experience with her boss, but having the firm lips on her breast was nothing at all like the nursing of her little boy. Her undoing came when she looked down and saw undeniable passion in the chocolate brown eyes while she felt the rough texture of his tongue against the sensitive tip in a manner that she could tell was not necessary in accomplishing his task.
Up until this moment she had been able to pretend she had never thought of him unprofessionally, even though she and Prentiss had both wondered what was hiding beneath the suits and how his usual intensity would transfer into a romantic setting. Now she knew as her own blue eyes locked with the penetrating look she was receiving that told her he was enjoying this more than expected. Even as the pressure subsided from her breasts she could feel it move southward with a wetness beginning to pool in a different area as she felt herself increasingly turned on, only hoping that he wouldn't be able to detect the musky scent given their proximity.
Feeling the urge to squirm from the building sexual tension, she pulled away as quickly as possible when she felt the pressure subside in her other breast and saw Hotch pull slowly away, now strangely quiet as he contemplated what had happened and knew he couldn't even try to pretend it had been entirely clinical.
"I'm sorry," he finally said, "I know I wasn't supposed to enjoy that," he apologized as it was obvious from his now tented crotch that he had responded more than he intended to. "It was for the right reasons, but underneath it all I'm still a man." He tried to explain, feeling like a cad as he thought of how it probably looked as if he had taken advantage of the situation.
"We'll talk about it later, uhh thanks," JJ said embarrassed as she quickly pulled on her last remaining fresh bra and blouse and fanned her face before exiting to do the interview. Hotch remained in the conference room willing his erection to go down as she gave a flawless presentation.