A.N.: I wrote this for the kink!meme, and since it's pretty tame I figured I would claim it and post it here for all the Jotch fans. This is unbeta-ed so all mistakes are mine. Enjoy!
JJ could finally, finally relax.
The case had lasted four days, and she could honestly say they had been four of the longest days of her life. The sheriff in the small town they were in was a total misogynist, and Emily and JJ had had to ignore his barbs and undermining comments the whole time. Hotch and Rossi had tried talking to him, but he never seemed to keep himself in check more than a few hours at a time, and after a while they told the men to stop bothering.
But they'd caught the unsub, the last victim had been rescued, and JJ was finally home alone, in a bathtub full of hot, almost scalding water. The bubbles had completely disintegrated a few minutes ago, but the water was still warm and JJ was in no hurry to get out. She had been in the bath long enough that one of the tealight candles had flickered off, but there was still plenty of candlelight left.
She was surprised when she heard her bathroom door squeak open.
"Hey," Hotch said as he came in, "you're still in the tub."
It was her ritual after a case: come home, take a long bath, decompress, and by the time Hotch arrived, they were both ready to move on to more amorous activities.
"I didn't hear you come in," she said softly.
Hotch came in and sat on the toilet seat. He had taken off his jacket and tie, and he had rolled up his sleeves, revealing his forearms. She noticed he was wearing blue, and she berated herself for not noticing earlier. She loved him in blue, and that might have made her whole day easier.
"Are you okay?" He was frowning.
She gave him a small self-deprecating laugh. "I'm fine. I won't let him get to me. And you and the guys were pretty good buffers."
"If I never have to see him again, it will be too soon." Hotch answered, and it warmed her heart. No matter how conservative he was in their relationship, he had absolutely no reservations when it came to her career in the FBI.
"Did you want to join me?" she asked with a glint in her eye.
"I don't know, I kind of like the view from up here."
She slowly raised her arms above her head and stretched. She watched as his eyes darkened in lust, staring at her chest. She smiled.
"I just need to shave my legs, and then I'll be out."
"Let me do that," he said as he grabbed the bottle of shaving cream and her pink razor.
She raised an eyebrow. "Don't you trust me?" he said, and she knew that was rhetorical; she trusted him with her life, and he knew that. She also knew how much he loved her long legs.
She shifted to grant him easier access, and he shook the bottle and let out a ball of shaving cream on his hand. He softly stroked his hands together, spreading the cream around before coating her left leg with it. He lightly massaged her leg as he went, and she moaned in delight.
He rinsed his hands in the water before reaching for her razor. He started at the ankle and slowly made his way up, fully concentrated on the task. She felt a ball of emotion form at the base of her throat at the care he was giving her. She reached out and caressed his cheek, distracting him from his task. He smiled at her, and the look in his eyes warmed her more than her bath had.
He finished the first leg and moved on to the second one, giving it the same care and dedication.
"All done!" he said with a smile, and he leaned forward and gave her a small kiss. She ran her hands over her legs, rinsing off the rest of the shaving cream and feeling the smooth skin. "How did I do?"
"I think I might have to hire you full time," she said teasingly.
He reached for a towel and held it open for her. "Out. I want those legs wrapped around me."