A/N: Hello. Here is the third and final chapter of Steaming up Christmas. And this chapter is definitely the steamed up one. An M-rated chapter can be found on fanfiction . net; a more explicit version is on The Writer's Coffee Shop (both can be found under the same penname: Flames101). Rated for language and steamy content.
Anyways, I hope everyone had a very happy Christmas and I hope you like!
Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds.
Chapter 3:
JJ accompanied Emily to her daughters' room when the twin girls had become increasingly fussy that night. It was definitely bedtime for the identical girls and JJ helped Emily change Tess and Belle into their holiday pajamas. They'd left everyone else in the living room, making conversation, having some after dinner coffee, while their small corner of the house was pretty quiet.
Finishing up with Tess, JJ cradled the usually more feisty of the two girls in her arms. She watched the child serenely, rocking her back and forth, making soothing noises until her pretty brown eyes fluttered shut.
"You have the most adorable kids, Em," she whispered.
The mother of two placed Belle into her toddler's bed, smiling down at her daughter. "They are cute, aren't they? Who knew Dave and I could produce such angels…"
JJ followed suit, finally relinquishing her hold on little Tess. Still, she hovered near the child. She loved coming around the Rossi household. Loved holding the babies. Truthfully, JJ missed having a tiny one of her own to care for. She missed the newborn baby smell, and how their tiny fingers would grasp hold of your own, holding on tight. It struck her then, how much she wanted a baby.
Emily ushered her outside of the room. "Speaking of producing, you and Hotch thinking of having a baby anytime soon?"
She blushed at having her thoughts guessed at so easily. "Oh! We only just started—"
"—dating," Emily finished for her. "We know. But come on, you can't be oblivious to the way he looks at you, JJ. That man wants you for the rest of his life."
It warmed her heart to know that he wore his heart on his sleeve for her; that he, a normally private person, would let the whole world know and see how much he loved her.
She nodded. "I love him, but we haven't even…" She trailed off, letting her pointed look speak for itself.
"Oh, I heard. Amazing, by the way," Emily said unabashedly.
"You… heard?" she responded awkwardly. Of course, she had. "Garcia," she gritted out.
"Girl can't keep a secret to save her life," the former profiler stated good-naturedly. "So, why haven't you yet?"
She shrugged her shoulders as they reentered the living room. "We're just waiting for the right time."
"Well, I'd say tonight's the night then," Emily commented excitedly.
"Huh?"
Emily pointed to where Hotch sat. His eyes followed her every move and when they met her own briefly, she could see exactly what he was thinking. It made her heart beat double-time. And when he deliberately raked his eyes over her body, making her feel as if it were his hands that had done the actual touching, she flushed with the excitement brewing in her belly.
"See what I mean?" the brunette whispered in her ear before stepping away.
God, did she…
Except they still had both boys with them tonight; there was little chance of uninterrupted time for them. Something they both wanted for their first time together. Nope, tonight was not the night, contrary to what Emily believed, tonight was still for the boys.
She took a deep breath; she was finding it harder and harder to get her body under control after these very turned on moments.
JJ took the empty seat near Reid, a good distance away from Hotch. Distance would help, she almost believed.
"Oh, JJ, Garcia wanted me to give you this after she and Kevin left," Reid said, passing her the folded, lined piece of notebook paper.
Garcia left? she wondered to herself. Looking around the room, it was, indeed, devoid of any technical analyst. Also, curiously, the boys… They must be playing inside…
Warily, she took the scrap from his fingers, staring down at it suspiciously. Why did she have to write what she had to say in a note? Why hadn't she just found her to say whatever she needed to say? This was not looking good.
She met Hotch's eyes across the room and could see that his own were also full of doubt. He gestured for her to read it and so, with much hesitation, she did so.
Unfolding the note, there was no mistaking it was from Garcia. The curlicue writing and the big happy face at the very bottom were a dead giveaway. She read:
By now you may have noticed that your children are nowhere in sight—
Oh, crap! What was Garcia up to? That she'd misplaced the two children was another point in the bad mother column. She looked around the room, and true to Garcia's written word, there was not a hint of Henry and Jack around: No noise, no toys, nothing.
—Yes, Kevin and I have done what anyone loving friends would do. We've kidnapped them.
"Seriously!" she exclaimed.
"What, what is it?" Hotch wanted to know.
She ignored his question momentarily so she could read on and find out why exactly the crazy analyst had taken their kids.
Kevin and I will be taking them ice-skating tomorrow. We shall return them after lunchtime. So…
Have lots of sex!
K, bye.
Garcia.
JJ stared down incredulously at the note. Wondering if she just read what she thought she'd read. Garcia had taken Jack and Henry to give them the alone time they needed to 'have lots of sex.' This was just too much.
"Honey, what does it say?" Hotch cut into her thoughts.
She looked up to meet her boyfriend's worried face. There was no way he knew what had just happened. Which meant one thing, Garcia had had some help.
JJ shot Rossi a shrewd, unpleased look as she replied, "She's kidnapped our kids." Rossi had the nerve to smile at that.
"What?" Hotch exclaimed. She passed him the note so he could see for himself. And then he turned his own glare on Rossi. "You were in on this, weren't you? You took me into the den to show me your cigar collection, which you know I could care less about, to distract me!"
So, that's how they'd gotten Jack and Henry past her boyfriend. But what about her friends?
"You all just let her make off with our kids; no one thought to check with the parents first to see if that was ok?" But, the grins on all their faces—save James', poor guy, had no clue what was going on—told her a different story.
They were all in on this. They all knew! "Oh, God," she groaned out.
"We were only trying to help?" Alex attempted to assuage, looking genuinely apologetic.
"And… and Garcia threatened to have our fire arm qualifications revoked if we didn't play along," Reid added, also looking sorry.
"Oh, whatever! The way I see it, Penelope's done you a favor and you know it!" Morgan stated emphatically, though his amusement at the situation showed all the way through.
"Now, get on home and start making those babies," Emily chimed in ever so helpfully.
"Oh, God," Hotch groaned out. He turned an angry glare back on Rossi. "Do the words 'it's none of your business' mean anything at all to you?"
"Huh?" Dave answered simply.
"We're so going to get you back for this," JJ threatened.
He looked her way with a big smile on his face that irritated her further. "My dear," he began. "I'm sure you'll try…"
"Can you believe it?" JJ stated tersely.
Hotch watched her storm into her house before him; he followed more slowly, shutting the door behind him. He'd been tip-toeing on eggshells the whole ride over as JJ ranted on about how her friends were now dead to her. She was still so, obviously, angry at all them for butting into their business.
"The nerve of them! Garcia and Rossi I can understand, they're the very definition of crossing the line, but Emily? See if I ever babysit for her again!"
She ripped off her coat and tossed it onto the couch, forcefully, as if she were imagining tossing any one of the team just as roughly. She turned to face him, hands on her hips, anger on her face. He realized it was time to stop tip-toeing and time to calm her down.
He let out a sigh, taking a few steps towards her. "Yes, you will; you adore the girls…"
"Fine, I'll just never speak to her again," she claimed, remaining obstinate.
Carefully, he put his hands on either of her arms, rubbing soothingly. "I get it, JJ. They had no right to do what they did. It was wrong."
She narrowed her eyes at him suspiciously. "Why do I feel a 'but' coming on?"
"But," he said courageously, only to be rewarded with her stepping back from his reach. "The boys are fine…" They'd called them after the whole revelation; after several rounds of JJ giving Garcia a piece of her mind, they were able to deduce that the boys were ecstatic with this change of plans. "They're having a great time with Garcia and Kevin."
She crossed her arms over her chest, turning her back on him, not ready to face facts yet. "Humph," she made the non-committal sound.
"And…" he continued; he pursued her retreating form to place his arms around her waist, pulling her back to hug her tight. "We are alone…"
JJ turned in his arms, grasping the front of his navy-blue, button-up dress shirt. "But, they'd know! They'd know… what we're doing."
He got it. JJ was a very private person, so was he. She hated that they'd exposed an intimate part of their relationship for all to talk about. But, it was done, and they couldn't take it back. It was time to make the most of an uncomfortable situation.
Hotch gave her a small smile. "Who are we kidding, JJ? They're going to think we slept together regardless if we do or don't. They're our friends, remember?"
He could see the thoughts warring on her face. She wanted this, she did. But she felt strange at the same time.
"We'll get them back, I swear," Hotch offered. "In the meantime, why don't we enjoy the gift they've given us?"
"Promise me we'll get back at them?" she asked, looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes.
"Promise," he reassured. "I've already got a few ideas floating around in my head…"
Her face lit up as she exclaimed, "That's good enough for me!"
The desire they'd been feeling all day won over and JJ practically dragged him to her bedroom. Upon entry, Hotch's eyes zeroed in on something lying across JJ's bed. "What's that?"
JJ let go of him; snatching if off the bed, she draped it across her body. It happened to be a very small piece of lingerie. "This is Garcia's Christmas present to me. You like?"
He glanced from the very tiny piece of material, back to JJ's grinning face; he could imagine how little it would cover.
He had to swallow down his increasing desire for a moment to get words out of his mouth. "I think… I'd like it a whole lot more if you put it on…"
She smirked. "Be right back… oh, and remind me to get my spare key back from Garcia…"
Hotch chuckled; he guessed JJ hadn't been the one to leave the suggestive bit of material out in the open like that. That little bit of carelessness had Garcia written all over it. Come to think of it, he didn't think JJ would leave an ice bucket with a bottle of champagne chilling in it on her bedside table either; nor would she stack twelve boxes of condoms, pyramid style, next to it. He picked one up to see that this particular box glowed in the dark.
Another glance at the ice bucket and it's still hard ice confirmed his suspicions; their meddling technical analyst had been there very recently. He shook his head, way past outrage at this point, only very, very amused. Somehow, during his next round of employee evaluations he'd have to work in a boundaries talk with, well, probably all of them.
The silken voice of the woman he loved cut into his humorous thoughts, then. "Aaron?"
He turned around, still holding the fluorescent box, totally ready to make some kind of offhand joke. "Have you ever seen…" But the sight of her had him trailing off immediately.
Red velvet scarcely covered her most intimate parts. The bra top was barely enough to cover her full breasts and the panty bottom had a tiny overskirt that hid nothing, both pieces were trimmed in white fur that was trying at a Santa theme. He had to admit, it was hard to focus on what she was wearing when there was so much more of what she wasn't.
Bare, alabaster skin held his gaze. She was as perfect-looking as a marble statue and he wondered if she felt just as smooth.
Under his wolfish stare, her own seemed almost shy. She took a few steps towards him, silently raising an eyebrow in question.
He realized he hadn't said one word yet upon her reappearance. "Wow…" was all he could manage, and he mentally cursed himself at his non-eloquence.
But that one word put a smile on her face and had her reaching for him. "Now," she said, going for his buttons. "Don't you think you're a little overdressed…"
She took her time undressing him. First his shirt; sliding it off his shoulders to pool on the floor around him. Just like the night before, she splayed her hands across his chest, boldly exploring, yet gentle at the same time. Just her touch sent shivers down his spine. But when her mouth mimicked her hands path, placing openmouthed kisses across his body, it was more than shivers down his spine being stirred.
He felt himself harden acutely; and when she knelt before him so suddenly, her hands already loosening his belt buckle, it was all he could do to get ahold of himself, then and there. He was straining at the seams when the belt was disposed of; the button of his dress pants and zipper were quickly done with.
JJ paused then, staring up at him with mischievous eyes. All she wanted to do, all she was going to do, reflected back at him in those blue depths. And when she pulled pants and underwear down with one go, he eagerly helped her along, kicking his garments to the side.
She made no move from where she knelt. And when she reached for him, wrapping one dainty hand around the base of him, he gasped out his pleasure. The next moment was all for him, her eyes had already told him, and he vowed to give her one of her own, at least, that night.
Hand still firmly around him, he watched her inch forward until her perfect red lips were wide open, enclosing his rapidly thickening and hardening rod between them. "Fuck…" he hissed out. Not that he'd had a ton in the past, but blowjobs always brought out his dirtier side. If JJ was surprised, she didn't show it. On the contrary, her eyes held his, two midnight pools of midnight desire. That's when she chose to suck him hard.
"Fuck yes…" he murmured, voice just loud enough to egg her on. "That's it… Oh God…" He moaned out his pleasure at her hot touch.
Frantic now with need, JJ must have read his mind, she dropped her hand from him and placed both hands on his hips, readying herself for what he so desperately needed, the movements he was too far gone to control. Hotch began to fuck her mouth, only a little sense left to watch her, to make sure he wasn't hurting her.
But she took him in, every inch of his hard length. And with every thrust he was so much closer to coming.
"Uh… yes… fuck, fuck, fuck," he groaned out rhythmically. "I'm almost… I'm—"
He looked to JJ to see if it was alright; she hummed her consent and that was all it took to push him over the edge.
Hotch came hard, watching as JJ swallowed him up. It was a few moments later when his body stopped jerking that he collapsed back onto the bed, panting for the breath she'd taken from him.
JJ followed him up onto the bed, molding her soft body into his side. She grinned up at him, very pleased with herself.
"JJ, that was…" There were no words.
"Merry Christmas," she replied cheekily.
He kissed her then, sliding his tongue along hers. It had been awhile since she'd done that. And to someone she'd loved a lot less. Loving the person so completely made it all the better, an entirely pleasing and erotic act for her too.
JJ was more than ecstatic that she could turn someone as controlled and restrained as Hotch into a big ball of quivering chaos. All with the power of her little old mouth.
She mentally giggled. Ok, now she was being crude.
Speaking of mouths… Hotch was doing his best to make her forget all coherent thought with the formidable power of his own.
His lips left hers, trailing a path of fire down her neck, to the valley between her breasts, sucking and kissing at her already overheated skin. One of his free hands skimmed the length of her leg and came to squeeze at her ass, pulling her closer, so she almost straddled his body.
She couldn't resist teasing him, just then, now that her mouth was free. "That was quite a mouth you had on you; do you kiss your mother with that mouth?"
He leaned back to look her in the eye. "Nope. Only to eat up pretty woman with beautiful blue eyes and a body to match."
JJ gasped out her surprise when he pushed her back on to the bed and looked down at her from where he suddenly straddled her hips. He ground down against her, amazing her by how hard he was already. Forgetting everything, she breathed out, "Fuck me…"
He chuckled. "Now who's the one with the naughty mouth…"
She pouted for one brief moment, so done with teasing, just wanting to get right down to it. But, Hotch had other plans.
Leaning forward, he engulfed one of her hardened peaks, fabric and all. The pressure, combined with the delicious moistness of his mouth caused her to cry out for more.
Not wasting anytime, his hands divested her of her top, baring her to him for the very first time. His eyes skimmed over her, making her hot, making her feel adored. "God, JJ, you're beautiful."
She brought her hands to his head, combing her fingers through his crisp dark strands, urging him back down to her. This time he sucked a bare nipple into his mouth, caressing it with the very tip of his tongue, while his hands caressed the skin of her belly. One hand snuck upwards, palming the heavy twin, catching her off guard. Her chest heaved for breath, but she held him in place, enjoying every minute of his attentions.
Hotch was the definition of multitasking. His other hand slid over her curves, electrifying every cell in her body, only to dip between her legs. She felt his fingers slide over her covered center. JJ arched into his touch wanting more. His fingers found their way between material and skin and pressed into her slowly. "Oh God, yes…" she groaned, grasping the bed's sheets, holding on tight.
He lifted his head from her breasts, giving her a hungry look. All of the sudden, he was down by her ankles, reaching for the last bit of material that kept her from being as naked as he.
With that last barrier gone, he didn't waste much time in showing her just what he'd said his mouth could do.
Parting her legs, his head lowered between. JJ propped herself up on her elbows, watching in anticipation. His eyes on her the whole time, she was mesmerized. He reached a hand out to touch her, to part her slick folds, and then his mouth was there. Tongue darting forth, he licked at her, tasting her, making her sigh at his touch.
"JJ, you taste…" he murmured against her sensitive flesh, trailing off as he dipped in for more. Over and over, he plunged into her, thrusting his tongue between her folds. His lips wrapped around her bud and that was it. Her body tightened, tensed for one brief moment, before fireworks exploded in the pit of her belly and she came hard. He lapped up what she had to offer him, gently, perfectly content to wait for her to recover.
"Aaron—" she panted, riding out the high, wanting to be taken up again right away. "I need you…"
Completely exhausted, JJ glanced over to her covered windows to get a hint of the time. The light of day was starting to seep through. They'd been at it all night. Apparently, without knowing it, they'd heeded Garcia's words after all.
"Can I just say," she said, murmuring into his chest. "That was the best Christmas I've ever had."
She tilted her head back to see him staring down at her, eyes half-lidded. She'd definitely tired him out. He ran a gentle hand through her golden strands. "Mmm… me too…"
She leaned up on her elbows and brought her lips to his in a slow kiss. They'd expended all urgency through the night, now was the taking their time part.
Pulling back, she asked the question on her mind ever since Hotch's lips hit her own the night before. "How are we ever going to thank Rossi and Garcia?"
"Thank them?" he exclaimed, eyes widening. He laughed. "Wasn't it just last night you were threatening to get back at them?"
She nodded humbly. "Yeah, that was before I got a piece of you…"
He let out a sigh. "I suppose we can start by not threatening to never babysit the girls ever again… and for Garcia, we could buy her a new office chair, that massaging one she wants… Man!"
"What?" she asked laughingly.
"I really did have great ideas for payback…"
"Yeah?"
"Yeah," he said enthusiastically. "Rossi's birthday's coming up… you know how he likes to open his presents in front of everyone… I was thinking an artfully wrapped box of Viagra might keep him out of our business for good…"
"Let's do it!"
"What happened to thanking them?"
"Oh, we'll still do that," she assured. "After we get our revenge!"
And that's it for this one. I hope you liked and that you'll let me know what you think!
Thanks to everyone who read the last chapter and to those who reviewed: DebbieOz; Casie01; canny-bairn; mummacass; jekkah (so sorry for taking forever! Hope it was worth the wait!); and jenny crum.