It was another two weeks before Will and I saw each other again. First, I had to go to drinks with Prentiss and Garcia. We had a great time getting to know Emily and getting her to spill about Hotch when he worked for her Mom. It was fun, But I still missed Will.

Then, we caught a case and my plans went on the back burner, so by the time I actually did see Will again, it'd been almost a month.

He picked me up at the airport, and I realized that this was only our third real date. It felt like a lot more due to our daily phone calls. I'm pretty sure that the team was starting to get really suspicious about my frequent disappearances in the midst of discussions and my cheerfulness on the flight home.

"Hey JJ," Will said with a wide grin, handing me a bouquet of daisies, giving me a soft peck on the lips.

"Hi Will," I smiled back, accepting the flowers.

Like the gentleman he way, Will took my duffel bag and slung it over his shoulder for the short ride to the car. "So, you glad to be back in New Orleans?"

"It has it's perks," I replied after a brief pause, which only caused his grin to widen. "Don't look too cocky, your ego doesn't need any boosting."

For some reason, that only caused his smile to advance to the level of ear to ear. "Can't help it Cher… but I'm glad you're here too."

By that point we'd reached the car. Once again, he gentlemanly open my door before tossing my bag in the back. He climbed in the driver's seat and as the car pulled out of the parking lot, we went back to the idle chatter that we'd gotten so comfortable with over the phone.

"Last case?" He asked, and I didn't even need clarification.

"Hard, like always. Yours?" I asked.

"Still working it, not too bad," He responded and I nodded. "Let's talk about happier things, shall we?"

"Please, but pray tell me, what?"

"How's your team?"

"Good," I smiled. We talked about them a lot since they were practically my Virginia family. "Though, I think Garcia was a little suspicious when I told he I was too busy for brunch on Sunday. But then again, Garcia's been suspicious since you came up to D.C."

"Well why don't you just tell them? I mean, they're practically your family!" Will said, making me tense up.

It wasn't that I didn't like him. I did. A lot. But telling the team? That sort of ruined the magic. "Soon, just not yet."

"Alright," Will said easily. "So, since you clearly eat out all the time, I was think I'd make you dinner tonight?"

The butterflies returned to my stomach at his offer. Cook for me. I smiled gratefully, "guilty as charged."

"Great"

Dinner was an amazing spread of chicken salad and paninis. After we finished, we dangerously sat on the couch together. I remembered how the last two times this had happened, the same scenario had occurred.

He lazily tossed his arm over my shoulders and leaned in. Besides the light kiss at the airport, we hadn't kissed all evening.

"You know… it's too… bad that you… live so far… away," he commented between sweet, tender kisses.

"Yes, but… my job only… exists there," I retorted as we continued to kiss.

"I know," he sighed, pulling back, pouting.

"Hey," I said, sensing his change in demeanor, placing my hand on his cheek. He resisted for a second before relaxing to my touch. "You know, I'm here now."

"I know," He sighed,

"So, let's pretend I don't have to leave Sunday night, okay? All that matters is that you and me are here. Right here. Right now." I told him.

His face shifted to be more neutral and I didn't know what he was going to do or a second before he reached forward and pulled me closer, his hand resting at the small of my back as he pulled my do close that I was half sitting in his lap.

"What're you doing?" I asked as he leaned forward so his lips were an inch from mine.

"All that matters is you and me, Cher. I'm living in the moment, while I've got you here," he whispered against my lips before kissing me once more. This time deeper, with intent. And for some reason, as he probed my lips apart, I couldn't help but smile.

I let his tongue entangle mine, in a slow, not lazy but deliberate, manner. I don't know hoe long we sat there, fighting for dominance with our tongues. After what could've been hours or minutes, I slid the rest of the way onto his lap. Suddenly, his kiss was even more desperate, and his other arm encircled me, grounding me.

And then suddenly, he stopped. His face was three inches away from mine when my eyes fluttered open. "What's wrong, Will?"

"Jennifer," he started slowly. "If we don't stop now, I won't be able to stop."

I smiled and gave him a peck on the lips before whispering back, "maybe I don't want to stop."

The first thing I noticed when I woke up the next morning was how… content I was. As my mind cleared, and the sleep faded from my brain, I had to smile and nuzzle closer to Will's chest. As I opened my eyes, I gazed around Will's bedroom.

Light was flittering through the window blinds, illuminating the strewn clothing on the floor and tangled bed sheets. My head rested on Will's shoulder, just beneath his chin. Both of the arms were wrapped tightly around me, his hands resting side by side on my bare stomach.

I was happy just to lie there, which was odd since usually I always wanted to be moving. Always on the go. Ever since Roz. But then… then, all I wanted to do was stay put.

"Mornin' darlin'," Will whispered in my ear before shifting so he could kiss my cheek.

"Good morning," I murmured back, rolling over so I was facing him. "Hey."

"Hi," he smiled and lifted his head so he could capture my lips. "Glad you came?"

"Definitely," I replied as I dipped my head to meet his lips again.