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Chapter 10
JJ woke up the morning after her and Rossi's date with butterflies in her stomach. She could smell coffee and bacon from the kitchen and silently cursed herself for turning off her alarm. Now, she would have to walk into the kitchen with Rossi already there instead of the other way around. The idea made her bit uncomfortable, though she wasn't sure why.
"Morning," JJ said, walking into the kitchen trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.
"Good morning," Rossi replied, nearly dropping the spatula in his hand. "How did you sleep last night?"
JJ grabbed a cup of coffee. "Good. Real good. How about you?"
Rossi flipped the last pancake onto the plate. "I can't complain. Have a seat. I made breakfast."
"It looks delicious. Thanks," she said, taking a seat at the table. Silently, she pulled her breakfast together and began to eat. Rossi followed her lead. They dropped occasional glances at each other, but never managed to make direct eye contact.
"This is ridiculous," Rossi announced when they were finished with breakfast. He placed the last of their dishes into the sink to take care of later and turned to her. "We've been colleagues, friends, and roommates for how long now? Things shouldn't be awkward just because we went on a date."
JJ laughed. "You're right. We-" She was stopped when her phone rang. "It's Hotch. I should get this."
Rossi sighed as she answered the phone. He absently wiped down the counter. His mind constantly wandered to their sweet kisses the night before. He had been surprised by just how fast he had become aroused by them; he had spent extra time in the shower last night. Rossi couldn't remember the last time someone had gotten him that wound up.
"What did Hotch have to say?" Rossi asked her when she got off the phone.
"He asked if it was okay if he kept Henry until this afternoon. It seems that Jack and Henry begged him to take them to the park and he just couldn't refuse. They should be back around four, he said," JJ explained, a small smirk upon her lips as she pictured the two little boys talking Hotch into the plan. She hoped the two would always remain "good" or else they were all in for some rough teenage years.
Rossi pursed his lips together, his own thoughts very close to JJ. He shook his head when he started to remember some of the things that he pulled off as a kid. There was absolutely no way that Henry nor Jack were going to do that as long as he was around.
"Well, then," Rossi said, "it looks like we have a few hours to kill before Henry gets back. Is there anything you'd like to do?"
"There is something." JJ leaned in close to him, keeping her body just out of contact of his. She brushed her lips against his ear as she whispered, "I really, really... want to spend the day on the couch watching movies."
Rossi barely contained his shudder as her breath washed over him. "Uh, okay. We could do that. What are you in the mood for? Action? Horror? A 'Godfather' marathon?"
JJ shook her head. "It kind of feels like a chick flick day." She chuckled at Rossi's groan. "You can't full me, David Rossi. I've seen the dvds that you have hidden in your den."
"You- what?"
"Remember a few weeks ago when Henry was on that rampage, tearing everything off of shelves that he could get to?" Rossi nodded. "Well, he managed to get to the shelf in your den where all your books are. Imagine my surprise when just behind those books are all chick flicks. 'Love Actually', 'The Proposal', 'When Harry Met Sally', 'Steel Magnolias', 'You've Got Mail', too many Danielle Steele movies to mention – you really have them all."
Rossi's eyes grew wide and his jaw set. "If you tell anyone about this Jaraeu, I'll bury you."
JJ threw up her hands in mock defense, amusement sparkling her blue eyes. "Your secret is safe with me. What do you say? Are you in?"
"I'm in. Meet you in the living room in ten minutes."
Entering the living room, Rossi saw that she had laid out a smorgasbord of snacks and drinks over the coffee table. A stack of movies sat on the corner; he could see "Sleepless in Seattle", "Pretty in Pink", "Practical Magic" and "The Notebook" from the doorway. JJ turned from the television stand where she had put in the first dvd and Rossi gasped. She was wearing gray sweatpants and a white, long-sleeved t-shirt. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail and she wore no make-up. She never looked more beautiful to him than she did in that moment.
"Why are you staring?" JJ asked, placing a hand on her hip.
"I'm just- ah, I, um – No reason," he finally settled on. He sat down on the couch. "Which one are we starting with?"
JJ hunkered down beside him, curling her feet herself. She leaned against his chest as she replied, "'27 Dresses'. It's a favorite of mine."
Rossi smiled as the scent from her shampoo permeated his nose. He wrapped an arm around her shoulder, drawing her closer to him. "It's no 'My Big Fat Greek Wedding', but it'll do."
Two and a half movies later, Rossi found his arousal once again growing as JJ seemingly absently stroked him. She danced her fingers up and down his thighs, over his abdomen, and across his chest, all the while staring at the television screen. In turn, Rossi began to caress her arm.
JJ's breathing grew labored as she began to heat up. The spicy smell of his cologne combined with the sex scene on the screen (thank you, Ryan Gosling and Rachel MacAdams) caused her body to heat up rapidly. JJ felt a blush creep up her neck.
She turned her head to look right at his neck. She could see the skin beating as his pulse pounded. She placed a feather-like peck under his jaw. "I think 'The Notebook' just might be my favorite movie."
Rossi's breath hitched and stopped the movement on her arm. "I think I'm beginning to agree with you."
"R-really?" JJ continued to press kisses into his neck. "What would you say was your favorite part?"
"Well, I mean their first date was really sweet and of course, the ending was bittersweet, but I think it's this," his voice went up an octave as she brushed his burgeoning erection, "-this is my favorite scene."
Smirking to herself, JJ sat up, her grin increasing as he moaned at her loss. She swung one leg over his hip so that she was straddling his lap. Biting her bottom lip, she whispered, "Hey."
Rossi licked his lips. "Hey, yourself." He ran his hands up her sides, hovering just over her breasts. She placed her hands on his neck, fiddling with the hair on the back of his head.
"So, I was thinking," she said, coyly.
"About what?" Rossi slid his hands back down to her waist.
JJ scooted in closer to him, flexing over his harden member. "That I would really, really like to kiss you right now."
Rossi opened his mouth respond, but JJ cut him by thrusting her tongue into his mouth. Her kisses were hot and drugging, not all resembling the pleasant ones from last night. Rossi thought his blood would boiling with how hot she made him.
He broke their kissing with heave. He leaned back slightly to pull her shirt over her head. He tossed it somewhere behind them. He planted kisses across her chest, lapping at the lace edging of her white bra. "I think you may kill me."
"But what a way to go," JJ countered. She captured his mouth once again. She moved her hands under his sweater, rubbing his chest. She began to rock against him.
Rossi gyrated against her. "Oh, God! You feel so good!"
JJ groaned in response as her movements grew faster. She anchored her hands onto his shoulders as he pressed his thumbs over her sweatpants into her core. She threw her head back in ecstasy as the orgasm overtook her. Rossi pulled her against him, frantically, as his own release took hold. A feral howl tore from his lips.
Laying her head on his shoulder to catch her breath, JJ delighted in the aftershocks that she was feeling. She couldn't wait to experience the real thing. After a few minutes, she sat up straight, looking into his dark eyes. "Well, that was unexpected."
"Unexpected bad or unexpected good?" Rossi asked, nervously.
"Good," JJ replied, cupping his cheek to reassure him. "Definitely good."
He drew her face down for a gentle kiss. "Do you have any idea how amazing you are? How lucky I feel that you have opened yourself to me?"
JJ blushed. "I feel like I'm the lucky one. You... have such an amazing heart. You have done so much for me; for Henry. You're a good man, Dave." She looked down at her lap. "I could really use a good man in my life."
For the second time that day, Rossi opened his mouth only to be interrupted by JJ's phone ringing. Remaining on his lap, she reached backwards to grab. She tossed it onto the couch a few minutes later.
"That was Hotch. He's bringing Henry back in about a half hour," she explained. Gingerly, she rose. "I should probably jump in the shower. I'm a mess."
"You're a mess?" he chortled, following her out of the living room. "I haven't felt like this since I was a twelve-year-old boy."
JJ's laughter echoed throughout the house.