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Character/Pairing: JJ/Hotch
Rating: T
Prompt: #8 - Passions Run
He's out of breath as he catches up with her.
"I can't believe they made you retake the Bureau fitness test," he gasps, doubling over to rest his hands on his knees.
JJ is still jogging on the spot as she turns to face him with a grin.
"They also made me requalify at the shooting ranges, but I didn't need a partner for that one," she replies cheekily. Hotch rolls his eyes.
"Now that I believe."
"So how much further?" JJ asks. Hotch wonders why she's not dying of exhaustion.
"Are you not tired?" he questions, and she laughs.
"If you want to stop, Hotch, just say."
It's a challenge and he knows it. They push each other to the limit, strive for perfection, test the boundaries of professionalism.
And Hotch can't resist.
"There's a clearing about a mile ahead," he says, and JJ grins, "last one there buys breakfast."
He's running before he finishes. He hears her frustrated growl from behind, but they both thrive on competition, so he pushes harder.
Not hard enough, because it's not long before JJ sprints past him, her blonde ponytail golden in the early morning sunlight.
He races her down the slope, and they're going so fast that he doesn't see the approaching truck until it's almost too late.
"JJ!" he shouts, and he's not quite sure how but he barrels into her, and they end up pressed against a tree.
She stares after the truck in confusion, slowly piecing together what may or may not have happened. Hotch is tight against her, the bark of the tree pressing into her back.
"Wow," she breathes.
Hotch can't bring himself to move, because the feel of her soft warm body fitting perfectly against his means heat is racing through him.
This has been a long time coming, he thinks, as he gives in and crushes his lips to hers.
There's no guilt, because Hailey and Will are long gone, and the two agents have been studiously ignoring their feelings for each other for far too long.
JJ can't believe this is happening. She's almost convinced she's dreaming- there's no way Aaron Hotchner is kissing her. He's all about the rules, and she hates to think about how many this is breaking.
It doesn't stop her from kissing him back, though.
"Hotch..." she murmurs, "Aaron..."
"JJ..." he replies, and she smiles.
"What are we doing?"
"We're doing what we should have done a long time ago," he says, chuckling as he sees her insides melt. Then her lips are reattached to his, and she's tugging his bottom lip into her mouth, and there's an understanding between them that can only lead to good.
It's been a long time since he's been this forward but Hotch doesn't care as he grips her ass and pulls her into him.
Her hands wander down his torso, over his chest and further. Kissing the corner of his jaw, JJ smirks, her nose resting against his pulse point.
"Racing pulse," she teases. Hotch growls a warning into her hair, his fingertips dancing down her spine.
He starts to harden against her thigh, and inwardly curses her for making his body act like a teenage boy. JJ chuckles as she realizes that she doesn't need a profile to tell her that he wants her.
Breaking her lips away, JJ circles round him, tugging on the string of his shorts.
"Increased heart rate, pupils dilated, sweating like a pig..." she says, "I think you've failed your physical, Agent Hotchner."
He chuckles at the smirk curving her mouth.
"Hey, this wasn't MY fitness test!" She stretches up to press another hot kiss to his lips.
"You're right. How about we finish my physical somewhere a little more...comfortable?"
It takes him a moment to process her meaning, but when he does, Hotch takes off at a sprint.
"Race you to the car!"
