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It's clear out the laptop time, here's a little drabble I probably wrote when I was supposed to be working!
Let me know what you think.
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JJ wrapped her hands around her husband's neck, pushing her body into his and tipping her head forwards slightly to press her lips firmly to his.
Hotch tightened his grip he had on his brides waist, grateful to finally be able to kiss his new wife the way he needed too since early that morning, without the watchful gazes of the wedding party.
His hands roamed from her waist, up her lower back and down to the top of her thighs. The petite blonde was moving against him in a slow rhythm, her breathing was as chaotic as his. "God Jayje."
Smirking, JJ looked up and pulled back slightly to create some distance. "Sorry, blame my hormones."
"Have I told you how beautiful you are?" Hotch asked as his eyes roamed her clingy, yet elegantly simple white dress that hung to her curves in all of the right places.
JJ bit her lower lip feeling the intensity of his look pass though her like electricity. "You've only told me a few hundred times today."
"I'm lacking then in my duty," He began before pressing soft kisses down softly perfumed her neck. "You're beautiful Jennifer Jareau Hotchner."
JJ giggled at the sound of her new name. "We should get back to the party."
Hotch moaned in disagreement and held the smaller woman closer to his body once more. "Just a few more minutes."
"Everyone will know what we're doing." JJ stated with a gasp as she felt her grooms hands expertly begin to unbutton the back of her dress.
The older agent chuckled deeply. "We're newlyweds, they all expect us to not be able to keep our hands off each other."
JJ cupped Hotch's face in between her two hands and pushed him back again. "We only have a few hours with everyone before we have to leave for our honeymoon."
"You really want to go back out there?" Hotch raised a suspicious eye.
The glowing bride nodded with a mischievous grin. "I promise that in a few hours time, once we're on our honeymoon, you can have your way with me."
"I'm not sure I can wait that long." He groaned wantonly.
"The last time you said that," JJ pressed a hand against her still flat stomach, "led to this."
Hotch smirked possessively as he let one of his hands still on her waist, raise so his fingers could tangle in JJ's softly curled hair. "That was a good night."
"Yes it was." JJ giggled after pressing a chaste kiss against his slightly parted mouth.
Hotch held his wife's gaze intently. "Are you sure you wanna go back to the party?"
"Yes I'm starving." JJ replied confidently as she turned and lifted her hair from her back.
Hotch stepped closer to her small frame and ran a finger down her bare back. "Are you sure I can't convince you to stay here in this..." Hotch looked around the small room and frowned. "Where are we?"
"The cloak room." JJ answered with a little snigger.
The groom chuckled before he kissed the back of his bride's neck as his fingers massaged her lower and then slowly inched to the front the ivory silk dress, to rest on her soon to be growing stomach.
His lips nibbled along her jaw until she was turned, so JJ was facing him once more and groaning incoherently. "We really should get back to..."
"Five more minutes." Hotch replied huskily as the creamy dress pooled to the floor.
The blushing bride leaned back onto her husband's strong chest and sighed contently. "Only five?"
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