A/N: Ok, hello all. Here's my second chapter of Connection. It's pretty much all M-rated. I really struggled with writing this chapter, not sure why. But, I hope you'll enjoy it. Again it is M-rated.
Let me know what you think. Thanks!
Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds.
Chapter 2:
JJ was kissing him. That's all he could think about, all he could feel. She was on his doorstep one minute, looking just indecent enough, and then the next minute she was pressed against his body moving her lips over his in a sensual kiss.
He had no idea how their goodbye from this afternoon had led to this exact moment. But, he did know that all his dreams seemed to be coming true and that he wasn't about to waste this chance he'd been given.
Hotch's arms went around her body pulling her even closer, if possible. She was molded to him, as if her petite frame was made exactly to fit against his own. Her thin, wet layer of clothing that separated his hands from her skin did not leave much to his imagination.
He let out a groan when JJ's leg managed to get between his to rub up against him—she meant business that was for sure. Her pleased moan told him that that had been no accident. It also told him that they had to move this inside and fast.
Somehow, he managed to maneuver them inside, closing the door behind them without breaking contact. He began to slowly lead them backwards until they hit a wall; unfazed by the obstacle he took the moment to press kisses across her jaw, down her neck, down to the skin left uncovered by the v-opening of her button-up shirt.
His hands left her hips to come up, un-buttoning those few buttons. Her shirt fell off her shoulders to the floor and his hands splayed against the flesh he'd uncovered, each hand caressing the supple skin at her waist.
He leaned back, breaking their kiss, but not body contact. He needed to know that this was what she wanted, that this was what she came here for, a connection with him. JJ was lost in the moment, her eyes fluttering open at the loss of his kisses. The fire burning in the blue depths of her eyes told him that this was precisely what she'd come here for. His breath hitched at the intensity with which she'd wanted this. And he realized that this moment was a long time coming.
"JJ…" he breathed out, not sure exactly what he wanted to say, what he should say. A thousand things came to mind, but nothing seemed even close to being good enough.
She gave him a small smile. The hand that had been clutching at his bicep so fiercely came up to press a finger against his lips. She was right, for the moment, words weren't needed.
Her finger traced across his lips in a tantalizing manner. Hotch grabbed that same hand and placed a kiss to its palm. He enjoyed watching her shiver in anticipation.
Hotch entwined his fingers with hers and leaned forward to place a series of kisses to each cheek, her forehead and then the corner of her mouth. She tasted like strawberries and honey, to delicious to resist. He didn't think he'd ever get enough of kissing her. The question of why weren't they doing this earlier, like 6 years ago earlier, came to his hazy mind. He couldn't even think of how many kisses they possibly missed out on.
Time to make up for lost moments, he thought determinedly.
He leaned back just out of her reach just as she was about to capture his lips in what he knew would be a searing, mind-blowing kiss.
JJ's eyes fluttered open once again, this time to give him the cutest pout. He couldn't resist a quick kiss to those pouty lips before he let out a deep, throaty chuckle. He wanted to take his time with her. He wanted the night, whatever it happened to be, to be a special one. Looking deep into her eyes, he hoped the wordless look would convey that to her.
When her face relaxed into that smile again, he pulled on their entwined hands and led them further into the one-story house. Finally, they stopped in front of a closed door. His bedroom. He paused to look at JJ, waiting on her to make the next move.
He was staring at her profile, marveling at her outer beauty that so matched her inner exquisiteness, as she stared at the door. For a minute, he thought that she might turn and flee. But then she was the one reaching for the door handle, turning it, and pushing the door wide open.
Without hesitation, she pulled him through and he eagerly followed. Hotch still couldn't really believe this was happening.
JJ couldn't believe she'd actually done it. That she actually had the nerve to march over through the rain and demand that he give her a proper goodbye. But she'd done it. She was here and she was now, much to her surprise, brazenly pulling Hotch into his bedroom.
She had been sitting at home, all alone, pondering how this all came on so suddenly, pondering how she was being forced to leave the people she cared about. Wondering how she could face each day without seeing his face. When it suddenly hit her: she didn't have to settle for anything. She could have what she wanted, if she tried.
JJ turned around to take in the décor of his bedroom. She giggled out loud at the typical-ness of his room, all dark colors and straight, sleek edges, not a floral print in sight. When her gaze landed on the bed in the middle of the room, her breath hitched. A thousand images raced through her mind in one little second, each one more breathtaking than the last.
Oh wow, she thought. This is happening…
She took a moment to take a deep breath. That's when she felt his hands come to land on her shoulders. JJ turned around in his embrace to look up into his soulful, dark eyes. They burned straight through her and she realized that this was what he wanted too.
JJ wrapped her arms around his neck, stood on her tip-toes and kissed him like there was no tomorrow. He returned the kiss with as much gusto as she gave. She felt his hands move off her shoulders to trail down her sides to her hips pulling her closer to him. If she had any doubts before they were gone now at the feel of him pressed against her inner thigh. She shifted a little, rubbing her leg against him. She was rewarded with a pleasure filled groan that sent tingles up her spine.
Somehow, she found herself sitting on the edge of the bed, Hotch kneeling in front of her, mouth still moving against hers, tongue entwined with her own. JJ had imagined kissing Hotch on many occasions, but having the real thing was so much better.
JJ moved her hands to his chest, only just realizing that Hotch wasn't clad in his trademark, button-up shirt, but a sweatshirt instead.
Too thick, her brain shouted at him; she pushed up the edges of his shirt and her hands made contact with the warm skin of his abdomen. She splayed her hands against the taut skin that could only come from a strict regimen at the gym.
She let her thumbs rub slow circles into his skin and when her hands moved upwards she felt the first, of many, raised scars. She felt Hotch begin to pull away. She let him, but only so that she could look him in the eye.
She looked up into his face, the face that she never wanted to go a day without seeing. He looked hesitant, wary. She grabbed hold of the hem, eager to reassure him, to let him know that the scars were a part of him, a part that told her what a dedicated and caring man he was.
He put a hand over hers, stopping her. "JJ…" he murmured, pleading with her.
"Aaron," she replied, gently, sweetly, hoping to convey how much she cared for him in one utterance of his name.
It must have done the trick, because the next thing JJ knew was that he was looking at her with such adoration in his eyes that it made her feel ecstatic, but scared at the same time. JJ knew that they were on the edge of something wonderful. All they needed was one little push.
His hand moved away and she pulled the shirt over his head. The broad expanse of his bare chest was before her, scars and all. The nine jagged white marks were frightening because they were a testament to what he'd suffered in the past couple of years. One hand reached out to gingerly touch one scar, the uneven edges gave her goose-bumps. Her other hand reached out and touched another.
"JJ please," he whispered.
She looked up at his face, surprised to see that he was blurry, surprised by the tears in her eyes. His whispered plea, she could see, was for her to not cry for him. But, how could she not. He'd been so hurt. All she wanted to do was make him better.
She nodded her head, blinking away the tears. He was right, though. Tonight wasn't about pain it was about pleasure. She leaned forward and placed a kiss on top of one scar, eager to erase any trace of evil and leave him with memories to treasure.
The second her lips made contact, she felt him shiver. She looked up at him from beneath the fringe of her lashes, the look on his face told her the shiver was one of delight. Slowly, she made her way to another scar and gave it the same treatment as the first. One by one she trailed her lips across his chest until finally Hotch felt the need to return some of her TLC.
JJ's breath hitched when his fingers reached out for the buckle at her waist. Her gaze met his as his fingers made deft work of the button and zipper as well. The heated look in his eyes told her what was about to happen next. JJ lifted her hips to make the slipping off of the black jeans easier. And the black panties she'd been wearing easily followed.
She sat there before a shirtless Hotch in nothing but a black, lacy bra with Hotch kneeling between her bare legs.
Hotch gazed up at her hungrily before taking hold of one calf and pushing her leg to one side. He leaned forward and placed a kiss at the back of her knee. JJ held her breath as those magic making lips of his trailed a path of fire up along her inner thigh. When she felt the tip of his tongue touch her so intimately her breath exhaled in a whoosh as she gasped out at the sensual touch.
JJ's hands reached out to run through Hotch's hair, grasping it tightly as she held him in place wanting more of what he was doing but also wanting to feel him inside her.
"Hotch," she cried out, so close.
She tugged on him to come up, she needed to kiss him, she needed to feel him moving inside her. He came up as urged and they quickly divested each other of the rest of their clothes. JJ scooted back on the bed and Hotch followed her to lean over her. She reached for him, wanting to feel him; her hands went to either side of his face as she kissed him, hungrily, greedily. She pulled his body on top of hers and spread her legs so that he could settle there.
With a push forward he entered her slowly, a delicious moment of friction that had her crying out his name. They rocked back and forth, meeting each other's thrusts eagerly. She felt Hotch's hand trail down their moving bodies. He grabbed hold of her leg and pulled it up so it wrapped around his waist. When he pushed into her this time, deeper, harder, JJ came undone. Gasping for breath she felt the delicious moment of release rush through her body. A few moments later, Hotch's cries told her he was there, too. And a moment later she felt him come hard.
They lay there, bodies entwined together, enjoying the aftermath of their spontaneous night, breath coming hard. Neither had words for what they just shared at the moment.
Well that's it for this one. One more chapter to go. Hope you enjoyed! Please let me know what you think!
Thanks to everyone who took the time to read and review the last chapter: HansonFanGermany (thanks for the review; the credit for that line goes straight to Fanatical Writer.); misalason; NtwilightprincessN; GraceKellyBardot; jekkah; deeda; canny-bairn; LoveforPenandDerek; Fanatical Writer (thanks again for letting me adopt this idea. I'm so glad you enjoyed the first chapter!); newsyd; Melissa Larkin; and whimsical-one-ga.