(Hey everybody! This fic seemed to be pretty popular and I had several people ask that I add on to it, so here's another part! Once again, J/Hotch, rough sex, dirty talk, also be aware that this chapter contains both 69 and doggie style so... if that's not your thing, sorry! Please fave, follow, review! If enough interest is expressed I may add on again. Jordo.)

It was a busy day at the BAU. I had been cooped up in my office the entire morning, poring over case details and answering emails when Aaron- no, Hotch- walked in. He gave a short knock on my door frame. When we locked eyes it's like I could feel his hands on my body again. He cleared his throat.

"Chief Strauss would like us in her office." I stood and followed him from the room. It'd been weeks since the fateful evening at the nightclub, but neither of us had brought it up. We walked in silence to her door. She was on the phone, but waved us in. She finished her conversation and turned to address us.

"There's a national convention on criminal acts in the work place and the speakers I had originally assigned have been called out of the country at the last minute. I would like the two of you to go in their place."

I couldn't help my eyebrows raising in shock. "The two of us, ma'am?"

"Yes, Agent Jareau. You're both highly familiar with the topic and gifted speakers. Also, as unit head and media liaison, you are not strictly necessary in the field. It's located at the Philadelphia headquarters, you will leave within the hour in order to make the conference which starts at five. Should a case arise you will fly directly to the field. Otherwise, the Bureau will provide lodging at a hotel in the city and you will drive back to Quantico in the morning." She removed her glasses and looked at us expectantly. "I assume I addressed all of your objections?" We both nodded and she dismissed us by nodding and picking up her telephone once more.

I could feel the tension between us as we walked back to our respective offices. I gathered my purse and go bag before switching off the lights and locking the door behind me. I met Hotch on the stairs and we walked in silence out of the building to the parking garage.

The drive was mostly quiet. At first we sat in silence, each of us lost in our own thoughts. After thirty minutes, he flipped on the radio and began flipping through the stations. He finally settled on a classic rock channel and I couldn't help but smile at the old Beatles' tune that played.

"Are you a fan?" His voice startled me a bit.

"Well I mean, who isn't?"

"What's your favorite song?"

I stare at the passing landscape and consider. "Hmm… 'Hey Jude', probably. Although this is great too." I say, referring to the chorus of 'I Want to Hold Your Hand' coming through the SUV stereo system. "What about you?"

His eyes flick from the road to meet my own. "Here Comes the Sun." There's a strange vulnerability in his voice that catches me off guard. But just then, the last chords die out to be replaced by a steady drum beat and an electric guitar. As Joan Jett's voice fills the small space, asking 'Do You Wanna Touch Me.' As her gritty voice sings about someone running his fingers through her hair, I can feel a blush rising in my cheeks and the oxygen in the car seems to have suddenly restricted. My breathing becomes a bit shallower and my tongue instinctively licks my lips. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Hotch grip the steering wheel more tightly. I turn to stare out the window, and we don't speak again until we reach Pennsylvania.

The conference was easy. As Strauss had pointed out, it was a subject we were all too qualified in and our lecture was met with steady attention and positive feedback, After grabbing dinner at a diner near the Philly headquarters, Hotch drove us back to the hotel. We retrieved our key cards from the front clerk and took the elevator to the third floor. When we reach my room, Hotch awkwardly stepped past me. "I'm in room 318 next door, if you need anything."

I gave him a small smile. "Uh thanks but I should be okay. I'm an FBI agent too, remember?"

He nodded. "Of course. Sorry. Goodnight, JJ."

Once in my room, I threw my bag onto the armchair by the window and began to get ready for bed. I changed into pajamas, hair thrown up in a messy ponytail. I took off my makeup then got settled into bed to watch some TV. It' still pretty early, but there wasn't exactly a lot I could do. I settled on a cheesy eighties movie. Halfway through there was a knock on my door. Flicking off the TV, I answered the door to find my boss standing on the other side.

"Hotch?" He's no longer wearing his suit jacket or his tie and his sleeves are rolled up to his elbows. His eyes are boring into me with an intensity that I remember oh so well, and I can smell the faint of aroma of alcohol mixed with his cologne.

"We never discussed leaving in the morning."

"Oh. Uhm, breakfast is served downstairs until nine, so we could meet at eight, eat, then head back to Quantico? It would put us back at the BAU around noon, one if there's traffic."

He nodded. "Yeah, that sounds great. Good."

I wait a moment. "Is that the only reason you came over?"

It's his turn to raise his eyebrows. "Yes. We needed a plan."

"And you couldn't have called? Or texted, for that matter?"

"I guess I also wanted to check in on you."

I can't stop the laugh that bubbles forth. "Hotch. I can take care of myself. I promise you." It's only once the words leave my mouth that I hear the challenge in them, the taunt.

"Is that so, Agent Jareau?" His voice had almost instantly taken on an authoritative tone, much like the one I had heard him level at unsubs in the interrogation room. He took half a step in my direction. I feel the heat rise in my face again, but it's nothing compared to the heat I can already feel beginning to gather in my belly.

I put my hands on my hips, not missing the way his gaze flickers to my chest for quickest moment. "Oh yes, Agent Hotchner. I assure you."

He wrapped a hand around the base of my neck and pulled my lips to meet his as he let himself into the room, kicking the door shut behind him. Our mouths melded together and I let my hands caress the hard planes of his back. We stumbled backwards until my legs hit the edge of the bed and he shifted his weight until we fell back, him on top of me. We frantically kissed, each fighting for dominance. When I pulled back to catch my breath, he leaned back on his knees and took his button down off, leaving him in a white wife beater. I also sat up and tugged my tank top over my head. He roughly pulled my hair from its ponytail, letting it spill across my shoulders. He threaded a hand through my hair and gave a tug as he shifted us so that my head laid on a pillow before beginning to kiss and lick his way down my torso. When he bit down on my collarbone, I couldn't quiet the cry that spilled forth from my mouth. I could feel him smile as he kissed the mark.

His hands found my chest and I purred beneath his ministrations. He kneaded my breasts, pushing them together as he lavished them with kisses. He brought his mouth up to my ear and whispered, his voice low and gravelly, "You drive me crazy. I see you everyday in the office, in your pencil skirts that hug your magnificent ass." He grabbed a handful of said body apart, making me cry out. "I can barely control myself."

I could feel him hard against my thigh, and made a quick decision. I threw my weight against him and rolled us so that I was on top of him. I straddled him, my shorts clad bottom half rubbing against him. His hands were instantly on my hips, pulling me back and forth to create delicious tension. I could barely breath, finding it hard to concentrate. So I grabbed his hands and held them above his head, much like he had done to me in the bathroom. I lightly traced the outside of his ear with my tongue, before grasping the lobe between my teeth and pulling. His hips bucked up into me, his hands pulling against my own.

I pulled back and helped him remove his shirt. He met me for a kiss, our hands searching every bit of bare skin they could find. Then, I placed my hands squarely on his chest and roughly pushed him back onto the bed. Taking my time, I placed hot, wet kisses all the way down his chest until I reached the fine trail of hair leading to his waistline. I wasted no time unbuckling his belt and pulling it free. I unfastened his pants and pulled them down to his knees along with his underwear, Hotch kicking them the rest of the way of off. I gripped him in my hand, pumping back and forth, I began to lower my head down to him when he stopped me.

"JJ wait. I want to taste you. I… I want to fuck you with my tongue while your mouth is around me." I blinked at him for half a second, willing my body to catch up to the situation. Then his hand began to massage me through my shorts and I hastily nodded my consent. He helped me remove my sleep shorts and underwear. I nervously positioned my body that my head was at his waist and my legs were at the head of the bed. He must have sensed that this was foreign to me because he grasped my hips and pulled me so that I was situated just above his mouth. Then he pulled me further into him and I felt his hot tongue on my clit. I let out a sigh at how good it felt, then went about returning the favor. I took him in my mouth, swirling my tongue and sucking as I bobbed up and down. Every now and then his hips would twitch if I touched him in just the right way. After a few minutes, his hands left from where they had been firmly gripping my ass and he thrust two fingers inside of me. I lifted my mouth from him and let out a load groan of pleasure.

"Fuck, Hotch, yes!" I let my forehead fall to his thigh as he pumped in and out of me, his mouth still teasing my clit. He added a third finger and lightly swatted my ass, finally bringing his mouth away from me.

"Say my name, Jennifer. Say it. Who makes you feel like this?"

My toes were beginning to curl, my breath coming in short pants. "H- hot-" He slapped my ass again, a little harder.

"Say it!"

"Aaron!" I cried as I felt my orgasm rip threw me. He licked up my juices then stroked my thighs as I caught my breath.

"Are you okay?" It came out in no more than a whisper.

"More than okay." I responded. I rolled over onto my back and he leaned over me. He brushed the hair from my face and kissed along my jawline.

"Are you ready?" I found myself lost in his dark eyes as I nodded yes. He gave me another soul searing kiss before pulling back. Firmly grabbing my hips, he flipped me so that I was on my stomach. He gathered my long blonde hair into a fist at the nape of my neck, kissing and licking my shoulder and back. The other hand went to my waist and pulled me so that I was on my knees. I understood at once what he wanted and propped myself on my elbows. He used his knees to spread mine further, then slowly sank into me. We both groaned at this new angle. He pulled almost all the way out before slamming back in, taking my breath away. He repeated the action, slowly speeding up until we were both rocking back and forth.

"I'm- oh god- Aaron- I'm" I tried to form a cohesive sentence but couldn't.

"Cum for me Jen." He brought a finger between my legs to lightly tap my clit and I tumbled off the cliff again, him following right behind. We stayed like this, me on my elbows and knees, ass in the air, with him inside me, chest pressed to my back as we regained our breath. Then he pulled out and we both turned to lay on our backs. His hand played with a strand of my hair.

"I've always loved your hair. It reminds me of the sun." I didn't know what to say, so I settled for kissing him gently on the shoulder. He kissed me on the forehead then stood up, got dressed, and left without another word. I pulled the sheet around me as I sat in the middle of the bed. There was nothing I wanted and craved more than Aaron Hotchner. But every time I got a little taste, I had to lose him all over again.

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