A/N: Hey all! I'm back! Sorry for the wait. Anyways, this next chapter sets up the rest of this fic. And while it is a set up chapter it's content is definitely rated NC-17. So, yeah… Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds.

Chapter 1:

JJ opened the door before them, one step ahead of him like always when it came to the prospect of kink. It wasn't that Hotch didn't enjoy it too. It was just that, a) he didn't want it to have been initiated by one of his employees; and b) he'd rather not make love to his girlfriend under the roof of one, David Rossi. Who knew what could happen?

But he supposed that was the point. The illicitness of it all. The unknown. From the look on JJ's face as she turned to face him, she certainly was turned on by it all. And, luckily, if she was that's pretty much all he needed to get going too.

She took his hand and pulled him fully into the room. He had just enough foresight to shut the door behind him, because all they needed was an audience…

Hotch quickly surveyed the room: a king-sized bed done up in, what else, red satin sheets was centered against the far wall. A gas-burning fireplace, already lit, opposed the bed; setting the mood, Hotch guessed. Further into the room, Hotch could see a little hallway that he could only guess led to an en-suite and walk-in closet. Their suitcases already sat conveniently in front of the doorway.

"This is amazing… Better than any hotel room," JJ breathed out, bringing him out of his thoughts. She squeezed his hand. "I have to admit, when Dave said cabin I was picturing some rundown, two-room cottage in the woods."

Hotch chuckled. "And you still agreed to come?"

She shrugged her shoulders noncommittal. "The idea of all of us together, in one room, having sex was… intriguing."

He raised one eyebrow up at her. "JJ, you're describing an orgy!"

Once again she shrugged her shoulders. "Like I said, intriguing."

He had no idea if she was serious or not, but she changed the subject nonetheless.

"Ooh! Look!" JJ rushed over to the lone dresser in the room. On top lay a large basket brimming full of stuff. But what caught Hotch's attention immediately was a bottle of champagne sticking out the top. JJ handed it to him and continued to rummage through their 'goody' basket. One box caught her attention, but she snatched it up before he could see what it was. "You open that. I'm going to change."

Hotch nodded absently, proceeding to find two chilled flutes and a cork-screw, conveniently shaped like a penis (just in case we have any doubts as to what this night should be about, Hotch thought, dryly). He rolled his eyes at the obvious crudeness.

Once two glasses were poured, Hotch took a giant sip of his own and refilled it. JJ had yet to come back, so he took his time searching through the basket. Inside, there were a number of their favorites from Sex n' Stuff: flavored condoms, a rabbit vibrator, blindfolds. And a bunch of new things they'd yet to try.

The last thing he picked up was the suggestion card Garcia and Dave had been talking about. He read it over once, scoffing, and then read it again. "JJ," he called, "I've figured out what the cards are for…"

"Oh yeah?" came her voice from nearby.

Hotch glanced up and did a double take at JJ's attire. Or rather, lack thereof.

He wouldn't exactly say JJ had changed… More like stripped. The piece she was wearing was basically made of thin strands of… fabric? He wasn't sure. The top hung from her shoulders, white strands crossed side to side 'covering' her breasts. Same went for the stuff clinging to her hips. But covering was maybe too strong of a word. With each movement she made, nipples and skin poked through. And suddenly Hotch wanted nothing more than to have his lips on her.

His cock hardened to the point of discomfort; scratch that, he wanted nothing more than to get out of these pants, first.

JJ's next two words almost had him coming in those very tight pants: "Vanilla. Cream."

He tossed the card behind him—"Never mind."—And rushed for her. Eager now not only for his lips to be around a taut nipple, but to taste it coated in delicious sugariness.

He'd start with the firm, perky globes up top, sucking them to diamond-hard peeks, and then he'd lick his way down to JJ's center where he'd take his time, devouring the manmade sweet and then her natural sweetness.

JJ dodged his advances, laughing. "You look like you're thinking very dirty thoughts."

He nodded eagerly. "Very. Trust me."

"And trust me, there's nothing I want more than to have your big, dick… fuck me so good…"

He hissed with pleasure at her dirty talk.

JJ had been surprised the first couple of times they'd slept together how much he enjoyed talking during sex. The dirtier the better. It was his particular kink that he'd brought to the relationship. JJ had her own, of course.

Hers was how much she apparently enjoyed anal sex. That was a treat for him. JJ's pussy was deliciously tight, but when he humped her ass, it was oh-so-sinful, it was heaven.

"But first," she continued, bringing him out of thoughts of him buried to the hilt up her ass. "I want to read the card."

JJ turned away from him; suddenly she was bent forward at the waist, giving him a view of the ass he so wanted to be inside. God, he was so hard…

She stood up straight and Hotch saw that she'd picked up the card he'd thrown.

"'Kinky Cards,'" she read. "'Start with a deck of cards and assign each suit a different sexy meaning. For example, hearts represent kissing, diamonds equal a massage, clubs are manual stimulation, and spades are oral.'

"'Take turns picking cards from the stack and treating each other to the sexy move you draw. The numbers on the cards represent how long you have to do each action—so if you get the nine of diamonds, he has to give you a sensual nine second rub down. If he picks the ace of clubs, you give him a one second hand job.'"

JJ looked up at him hungrily. "Fun!"

"Fun?"

"Yeah, let's start."

Somehow, she still held the deck of cards they were given. They were out of the box and JJ was shuffling already. She drew the top card, showing it to him with a grin: the ten of spades.

She took a couple of steps backwards, hopping onto the bed, her legs spreading before her. "Vanilla cream?"

That's it for this one. Obviously the smuttiness starts next chapter.

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