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Damn you procrastination if only I could concentrate more on my actual work!

Here's a little JJ/Hotch two-shot, hope you like it :D

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JJ leaned against the cool glass top bar listing off the drinks she was ordered to get for her round. The smiling bartender nodded patiently as she hummed about her own drink.

The man's eyes wandered slightly down to her chest and only returned back to her face when she stopped talking. "Coming right up, gorgeous."

JJ rolled her eyes as the tall twenty something wandered away to complete his task. Looking around the bar, the blonde couldn't help but sigh in realisation that their case was finally over and once the plane arrived the exhausted team could be on their way home.

With Garcia's company becoming more regular on cases, the small group of profilers had found themselves relaxing together after cases more often, in busy but atmospheric bars in whichever towns or cities they found themselves in.

The newest profilers gaze fell on her team, minus Unit Chief, at the far end of the bar around a circular wooden table.

Rossi was telling a detailed story, with a smug grin on his face as his four other colleagues hung onto every word he said.

Prentiss was curled up on her seat to Rossi's right, her fingers idly playing with her hair and her teeth piercing into her bottom lip in order to control a laugh that was no doubt threatening to escape her throat.

Reid was on the other side of the brunette female profiler, his eyes crinkled intensely as though he was attempting to remember every word in order to be able to recite the experienced agent's story at a later date, no doubt.

There was an empty seat between the youngest team member and the tipsy technical analyst. Garcia was resting her head on her hands as her elbows rested on the table, while chuckling to herself in a slightly drunken hue, at Rossi's emotive tale.

Morgan had one of his arms casually draped across the back of Garcia's chair, while his other hand nursed a beer which he couldn't quite drink due to his giggling at the intoxicated blonde woman's amusement of Rossi's long story.

In between Morgan and Rossi was another empty chair but a suit jacket was draped across the back of it. Rossi straightened in his seat and his arms flapped up and down, causing a loud swell of laughter to emanate from their table.

JJ shook her head and laughed before returning her focus to the tray of drinks in front of her. Ready was Reid's Virgin Mary, and Morgan and Prentiss's beer but the two scotches for Hotch and Rossi, her own G & T and Garcia's cosmopolitan hadn't arrived yet.

Focused on the drinks on the bar top, the blonde gasped as a pair of hands circled her stomach and rested there. About to struggle away, JJ froze as a familiar body pressed tightly into her.

A warm breath on her ear made the Pennsylvanian shiver. "Need any help?"

"No, I'm good, thanks." JJ responded breathlessly as she swatted her captures hands.

"Oh you're more than good, trust me." He replied with a deep growl.

JJ turned in the tall, dark haired man's arms and raised an eye. "Aaron, are you drunk?"

The profiler grinned, producing dimples that combined with his sparkling golden eyes that he knew the woman in his arms couldn't resist. "A little."

"The team will see us." JJ bemoaned softly as she brought her hands up to his chest.

Hotch momentarily paused, thinking she was going to push him away. He smirked in victory as her fingers began loosening his tie and undid the top button of the crisp white shirt. "So let them see us."

"You really want that?" JJ asked softly. "You really want everyone to know about us?"

Without answering, Hotch removed one of his hands that had been resting on the younger woman's lower back and cupped the back of her neck to allow him better access to and control over her moist pink lips.

Groaning as Hotch pulled back, JJ swayed forwards slightly not being able to open her eyes that had involuntarily betrayed her and closed due to the passionately deep kiss. "Mmm, but Aaron..."

"I think it's a little late anyway." Hotch's lips murmured against the petite agent's forehead.

JJ rested her hands on his shoulders to stabilise her wavering body and met his glistening eyes in confusion. "It's... it's a little late for what?"

"It's a little late to tell the team about us." Hotch stated with a small smirk.

"Why?" JJ asked, feeling her heart beating a faster in her chest.

Hotch tilted his head to the side, urging the other profiler to look back to the team's table where their five colleague's were all watching them with wide eyes and shocked expressions.

Moaning, JJ lowered her arms to Hotch's arms and pressed her body forwards so her face was hidden in his broad chest. Chuckling at the former liaison's embarrassment, the Unit Chief kissed the top of JJ's head and stepped them both closer to the bar.

The bartender flashed the tall agent a silently impressed nod at the sight of JJ in his arms and placed the analyst's cocktail on the tray with the other drinks. "Do you want me to add these drinks to your tab?"

Hotch nodded quickly. "Can you get someone to take these drinks over to the table, please?"

"Sure thing." The bartender nodded quickly as Hotch pulled JJ out of his arms and grabbed her hand, entwining their fingers instantly.

JJ frowned as instead of leading them back to the table, where their colleagues were all discussing the revelation of the newest BAU couple loudly and uncensored, Hotch dragged the pair of them through the small clusters of people to the door and out of the bar.

Once they were on the street, JJ stopped them both before the determined man had chance to hail a cab. "What's the rush?"

Hotch growled, forcefully moulding their mouths together and stealing the blonde's air from her lungs. "Hotel. Now."

JJ chuckled, whilst catching her breath, at his inability to form a sentence. "We have to go back and explain to the team..."

Hotch cut off her words with another sizzling kiss. He dragged the lighter and smaller woman into his body so she could feel his urgency. "I need you."

"I can tell." JJ quipped with a giggle.

The blonde agent wrapped her arms around his neck and placed her weight on the balls of her feet to attach their lips together once more as Hotch guided them to the curb to hunt down a cab.

Mumbling into his lips, JJ couldn't help but groan as his hands massaged he lower back under her blouse. "The team can wait."

Hotch nodded breathlessly in agreement. "Breakfast... morning... we'll talk."

He returned to plundering her mouth until she was completely lost in his touch and in the same wanton place he was.

A knowing chuckle separated the pair from their alcohol fuelled exploration.

"Don't stop on my account." Garcia smirked smugly.

JJ bit her lower lip guiltily. "Oh, hey Pen."

"I thought you might want this." Garcia held up Hotch's jacket in amusement.

JJ rolled her eyes as Hotch groaned impatiently when a taxi pulled up beside them. "I can just order you to go away Garcia."

Garcia laughed conspiratorially. "You could try Agent Hotstuff."

"Get in the cab." JJ urged with a nudge before stepping out of his arms and watched him get into the taxi before walking towards her best friend. "I was going to tell you."

"But you were having too much fun?" The TA asked as she passed the female profiler the dark grey suit jacket.

JJ looked down to the cement floor bashfully. "Something like that."

"Things look heated between the pair of you." Garcia commented as she glanced into the stationary vehicle to see Hotch watching them intently.

JJ draped the jacket over her arms and hugged it slightly. "Things are good. Great even."

"You should go before Hotch comes over here and throws you over his shoulder, caveman style." Garcia commented causing the other blonde to look over her shoulder and giggle dreamily.

Turning back to her quietly swaying friend, JJ raised her eyes hopefully. "We'll talk in the morning?"

"Don't do anything I wouldn't... I want all of the details." Garcia responded with a mischievous grin as JJ backed towards the cab, giving her intrusive girlfriend a little wave.

JJ handed the father of one his jacket and shuffled into the backseat, unable to stifle a laugh as Hotch dragged her legs up onto his lap and ran his hand up her thigh. "Is everything okay?"

"Everything is great." JJ answered, cupping his face to drag him into another fierce kiss as the cab pulled away.

Hotch chuckled deeply as they broke apart. "Why didn't we just go to the bar in the hotel again?"

"I don't know, it was Garcia's idea." JJ shrugged while lowering her head to his shoulder as the profilers hand continued to rub her thigh.

Hotch kissed the top of the blonde's head lovingly. "Remind me to have her fired."

"We'd be lost without her." JJ assessed with a slight smirk.

Hotch groaned gruffly. "Fine but next time we stay close to one of our hotel rooms."

JJ ran her hand down the team leader's chest and nodded in agreement. "I'll try and remember that."

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