She jumps almost out of the chair, grabs her phone hitting the green send button and basically screams, "What the hell is it now?" She never even looked at the caller id to see who was on the phone. Her breath coming in short gasps and her mind trying to focus on the person talking to her.
Penelope Garcia is frantically trying to figure out what is wrong with her friend. The questions just keep rolling off her tongue, not letting JJ get an answer out. JJ finally shouts, "Pen breathe!" Garcia stops talking.
JJ tells her that she must have dozed off and that is why she screamed at her. The phone startled her awake. "Pen I am fine, I am at the BAU in the conference room. Tell Hotch to stop worrying about me, ok?"
Garcia thinks Hotch? "Um sweetie, it wasn't Hotch that asked me to check on you. It was my chocolate Adonis, Derek." She is so confused now, but she lets JJ know that Derek was concerned after their conversation earlier. "He just thought something was bothering you, that's all" Garcia tries to make JJ understand that worry was her motive for calling her.
JJ, "Its okay Pen, I guess this case got to all of us" she is trying to make up for the rude way she answered the phone. "I will be okay, I am just waiting on some press information and then I am headed home" JJ says in a determined voice.
Garcia tells her good night and to be careful on the way home. The call is ended with a promise from JJ to meet in the morning for coffee.
JJ lays her head against the cool table, what is wrong with me? First I am thinking about Spence and what I would love to do to him and then Hotch. I must really be tired, she thinks to herself.
She reaches up to the cards still laying on the table and picks up the king of hearts, a chocolate Adonis huh? She knew Pen's nicknames for everyone, but Derek was different his were sexual. They still held the love as every else's did but with a different under tone.
She closed her eyes thinking of Derek. The strong hands, the broad shoulder, and the way he could make crossing the street seem sexy. She could picture him shirtless on the couch, his smokey eyes expressing his desire.
The feel of his lips on hers, the way his skin would feel under her soft hands. The contrast of their bodies, light and dark. The feel of his hands in her hair pulling her down to him his lips hungrily seeking hers. The soft brush of his tongue against her lips seeking access to her own. Her fingertips gently caressing his muscled chest, feeling his body quiver under her touch. His hands bringing her hips down to straddle him. She can feel the rock hard shaft straining against the denim of his jeans, rubbing against her clothed body.
Her own hand slips down into her pants feeling the wetness and the heat her fantasy is creating in her body. She lets her finger slip into her folds gently teasing the already hard bud. She tries to get more comfortable in the chair, squirming around in it.
She spreads her legs slightly and sucks on her fingers wetting them. Just as she is about to slide them back to her throbbing clit, her phone rings again….