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Of First Dates and Break-Ups
"What do you think?" JJ asked, coming down the stairs into the living room. Anna, Jack, and Henry looked up at her from where they had been playing on the floor. JJ wore a simple dark blue dress that flair a little from her hips and fell just above her knees. She highlighted the neckline that plunged just enough to be enticing with a string of simple pearls. She left her hair loose and put light curls in it. "It's too much. Do you think it's too much?"
"You look beautiful," Anna told her with a smile. "It's not too much."
Henry nodded. "Pretty!"
"What do you think, Jack?" JJ asked. Jack shrugged, miserably. Anna gave JJ a reassuring smile when she saw JJ's face faltering.
"What's going on?" Hotch asked, walking in from the kitchen with a towel in his hands. His eyes grew wide at seeing JJ in the blue dress. His heart was pounding so loud, he was sure everyone could hear it.
"I'm getting ready to head out," JJ told him. She watched him expectantly.
"Right. Have a good time." Hotch turned and walked back into the kitchen. JJ bit the inside of her lip to hid her disappointment at Hotch's reaction.
Anna stood up, picking Henry up. "You will have an awesome time. Enjoy yourself. I want to hear all about it when you get back."
"Deal." JJ leaned and kissed Henry. "Okay, I have to go. I love you. Bye, Jack. I love you."
"Bye," Jack replied, sourly, causing JJ to sigh as she walked towards the front door.
"Wait!" Anna shouted suddenly. She snapped a picture of JJ on her phone as JJ turned. "I promised Penelope and Emily that I'd get a picture of you. Have lots of fun!"
JJ waved as she pulled the door closed. Anna put Henry back down and walked determinedly into the kitchen. Hotch was standing at the stove, absently stirring pasta. "Really, Hotch?"
"Huh?" he replied, shaking his head to drive away his thoughts.
Anna put her hands on her hips, annoyed with his attitude towards JJ. "This is JJ's first date since Will and you couldn't have helped her out at all?"
"I told her to have a good time." He was beginning to take on a defensive posture.
"In one of the most disapproving ways possible."
Hotch huffed. "Well, what do we really know about this guy?"
"We know that he's a friend of Emily's. We know that he has a good, steady job. We know that he loves kids; that the night JJ met him she thought he was funny and charming. We know that she has had a rough time since she and Will broke up and especially since his death. Anything that helps her to move on is good thing."
"I don't feel so good," Jack said, wandering into the kitchen, preventing Hotch's response.
Hotch knelt down, partially relieved for the distraction. "What's the matter, buddy?"
"My tummy hurts. I think I need JJ."
"You have me and you have Anna right here." Hotch glanced at Anna, but refused to meet her eyes.
Jack dramatically clenched his stomach. "Yeah, but only JJ knows how to make my tummy stop hurting. She has magical tummy kisses. I think we should call her and tell her to come home."
"Jack, we can't call JJ. She's out with a special friend."
"Fine!" Jack yelled and stormed away. Hotch sighed.
Anna sighed. "You know, he's getting that from you. He's picking up on your attitude towards JJ's date and it's feeding his own unhappiness over the situation."
"I don't have an attitude."
"Right." Anna laid her hand comfortingly on his arm. "It's a good thing, her date. She needs a rebound guy."
"Rebound for what?" Hotch asked, his voice cracking. He cleared his throat. "I'm not sure I know what you're getting at."
"Sure." Anna said, leaving the kitchen to go back to Henry and Jack.
Hotch sat down at the kitchen table with a thud. He had been in absolute agony over the last week, ever since he had heard JJ telling Prentiss and Garcia that she was going on this date. He sighed again. She hadn't even told him about it, just left him to find out on his own. They were suppose to be best friends. They lived together! And still, she hadn't thought it necessary to tell him about her date. That's why he hadn't felt the need to be overly enthusiastic over her date.
Even the voices in his own head howled at his justification. His mind just wouldn't let him lie to himself. He treated her date, almost JJ herself, with disdain simply because he was jealous. He wanted to stomp his feet and claim to be sick to get her to stay home with him. Even as he admitted this, he rushed to justify it: he was concerned about her; he didn't want to break up their family; he wanted to protect her. It was all lies. Well, that wasn't true, either. He was all those things, but there was more.
He was in love with her. Hotch ran both hands through his hair as he repeated in his mind, "I'm in love with her." There were no maybes about it; he was completely 100% head over heels in love with Jennifer Jareau. It wasn't just attraction, though he was so attracted to her at times he wanted to jump out of his skin. It wasn't just gratitude, though he genuinely didn't know what he would have done for the last year and a half without her. He loved her; everything she was, everything she wasn't.
Yet, what could he really do about that? She was still on his team, technically his subordinate. And they had created a family here. Jack loved JJ like a mother. Hotch loved Henry like a son. Even if they found a way around work, there were still the boys, still their friendship to consider. He didn't have the greatest track record with relationships and to have JJ and lose her would kill him. To watch Jack and Henry go through that pain would destroy them both. He didn't know how he could possibly pursue her when he had so much to lose.
But he didn't know how many of these nights he could handle. How many times could he watch her dress up, put on that million dollar smile, and walk out the door into the arms of another man? And what if she actually clicked with someone, this friend of Prentiss' or someone else? How could he possibly stand off to the side watching as she fell in love with another man with a fake smile on his face? How could he watch her give herself to someone that wasn't him all the while he longed to pull her in his arms and never let her go?
"Daddy!" Jack yelped, returning to the kitchen. "Your water's spilling!"
"Oh, crap!" Hotch exclaimed, jumping up and racing to the stove.
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Anna looked up from her book when she heard the front door open. It was late and she was the only one awake. Seeing JJ, she said, excitedly, "Hey!"
"Hey, yourself. Did you wait up just for me?" JJ asked.
"Of course. I wanted to see how it went." Anna closed her book, placing it on the coffee table.
JJ sat down on the couch next to Anna and slipped off her shoes. "How were my boys?"
Anna chuckled, lightly. "Henry was an angel as always. He wants a kiss good night when you go upstairs."
"Naturally."
"The other two boys were miserable all night."
JJ tilted her head. "Yeah, what was up with that tonight?"
"Really?" Anna asked, matching JJ's head movements. JJ shrugged causing Anna to sigh in amusement and a hint of frustration. "Um, I think they're afraid of breaking up the family you guys have here."
"That's just ridiculous. It was only one date," JJ finished with a huff.
"That's what I said. So, tell me about the date."
"It was nice, which I know is normally the kiss of death, but it felt good to just do nice. Greg is great guy. He was funny and sweet, just as he was the night we all went to the bar."
Anna waved her hands about. "What about a kiss? Did you kiss him?"
JJ shook her head, red flooding her cheeks. "He wanted to. It just didn't... I don't know. It just didn't feel right. I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek."
"Maybe your lips were looking for a certain older gentleman, a Unit Chief, if you will?"
JJ hit Anna's knee. "You just never quit."
"I'm just saying, you didn't panic over kissing Hotch until afterward. You just did it on instinct each time. That's got to mean something."
JJ chewed on her bottom lip for awhile, lost in thought. "It doesn't matter if that does or doesn't. Hotch doesn't want to pursue anything with me."
"Why would you say that?"
"Because he didn't try to stop this date." JJ took a deep breath. "Anyway, Greg and I have another date next week. I don't know if it's going to go anywhere, but at least I'm getting out there."
Anna nodded, silently, taking in her conversation with JJ and hoping their plan wasn't backfiring already.
JJ tap Anna's shoulder to bring her attention back. "What about you? How are you doing with tomorrow?"
"I'm trying not to think about it until Brendan gets here tomorrow." Anna smiled at her, sadly. She rubbed her eyes. "I am so tired of being the girl with the tragic past."
"If it makes you feel any better, apparently I'm in that competition with you."
Anna laughed. "That does make me feel a little better."
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"Good morning, Anna!" Jack and Henry shouted as Anna blearily stepped into the kitchen. They were standing in front of the fridge. There was a carton of milk and a carton of eggs opened with several eggs on the floor.
Anna swiftly grabbed the paper towels and began to clean up the eggs. "Why didn't you guys wake me?"
"Daddy told us not," Jack told her solemnly. Henry nodded. "Daddy said no."
"Don't you think you should have woken Daddy up then?" Anna asked them. Jack shrugged at her while Henry flashed her a smile. "And you guys are not suppose to go into the fridge without an adult."
Jack pouted. "We wanted to make you breakfast."
"Breakfast," Henry repeated, sticking out his bottom lip to match Jack.
"You guys want some eggs?" They both nodded. "And some bacon?" They nodded again. "And toast?"
Jack handed her the milk. "Can you make breakfast faces?"
"Sure."
By the time JJ came down into the kitchen a half hour later, Anna had both boys at the kitchen table with eggs, bacon, and toast in the shape of faces. Jack was happily chatting away about his first day of school that was coming up soon. Henry repeated about half of what Jack said on habit.
"You guys weren't suppose to wake Anna," JJ chastised gently, grabbing a cup of coffee.
"We didn't!" Jack protested. "She woke up on her own. We were going to make her breakfast!"
JJ sat at the table, exchanging an amused look with Anna. "Oh dear."
"We only lost two eggs during their attempt. It's all good," Anna assured her. She stood. "I'm going to go get dressed. There's more eggs and bacon on the stove. The stuff in the dishwasher's dirty."
JJ and the boys sat at the kitchen table and ate. Anna left the kitchen in her pajamas and returned in clothes. She kissed the boys good-bye as the doorbell rang indicating her visitor was there to pick her up. Hotch entered the kitchen with his head down, unable to quite bring himself to meet JJ's eyes. He had slept terribly last night as his mind was reeling over his realization that he was in love with JJ and torn over what to do about it.
"Morgan called. He needs me in the office for a few hours to go over some paperwork. Do you mind watching Jack?" Hotch asked.
"Sure," JJ told him, a bit confused by his closed off behavior, first last night and now this morning.
Hotch kissed Jack and Henry. "I won't be long."
"No go, Daddy," Henry protested.
"Motch will be home soon," JJ assured him. She picked him up and put him on her lap to stop the tantrum she was sure was coming. "You, me, and Jack will find something fun to do until then."
"Park?"
"Yeah, JJ! Can we go to the park?" Jack chimed in.
JJ nodded and both boys cheered. Hotch smiled genuinely for the first time. He bide them all good-bye and hustled to the office. He had been working in his office quietly for a few hours when Morgan entered, knocking on the open door as he passed.
"Have you heard from Anna?" Morgan asked him. "I've been trying to get her all morning."
"She never keeps her phone on when she's with Brendan," Hotch replied, distractedly as he tried to remember which LEO issued the order to shot two cases ago. He missed the dark cloud that passed over Morgan's face.
Morgan fought to keep his voice light. "Brendan?"
Hotch waved his hand, not looking up. "Yeah, it's their anniversary thing that they do every year."
Morgan was quiet long enough to pull Hotch from his paperwork. He eyed Morgan critically. "You did know about that?"
"Uh, yeah. It just slipped my mind with all this paperwork," Morgan covered. "You almost done?"
"Mhm." Hotch signed the bottom of the paper. "I have about fifteen minutes more. You can go ahead and get out of here if you'd like."
Morgan thought about protesting as he was the one who had asked for Hotch's help in the first place, but he needed time to think. Besides, if he was reading Hotch correctly, Hotch needed some time alone. Morgan suspected it had to do with the date that Prentiss and Garcia set JJ up with last night. He said a quick good-bye to Hotch before heading home.
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Anna knocked on Morgan's door the next afternoon. She had missed seven phone calls and a few text messages from him the day before, the last asking her to call him whenever she could be "bothered." She decided to visit him instead to do whatever they were going to do in person.
Morgan opened the door with a scowl on his face. He offered no response to the small smile on her face. He shifted to the side of the door, wordlessly inviting her inside. She followed him to the living room where they both sat on the couch.
"Who's Brendan?" Morgan asked, breaking the long silence.
Anna gasped slightly. "How did-"
"Hotch. He assumed I knew. So, tell me: who's Brendan?"
"Brendan is a friend from college. My freshman roommate, Melinda, and I met him the first day of college. They got married the summer after sophomore year, much to their parents' disappointment. They had Lanie just over a year later. We were all suppose to go to a friend's birthday party together, but I was going through a bad spell and couldn't be around people so I canceled. Lanie got sick that night and Brendan offered to stay home so Melinda could go out for the night. There was a bad storm that night. Melinda hit a curve too fast, causing her car to run off the road. She hit a tree and died instantly." Anna moved her eyes from the table to Morgan. "Every year, Brendan, Lanie, and I spend the day Melinda died together."
Morgan sighed. "What didn't you just tell me that beforehand? I spent all day yesterday running the worst scenarios through my head. Why are you always hiding things from me, Anna?"
Anna shrugged, feeding Morgan's frustration.
"Are there any more secrets?"
"There's always more secrets," she whispered.
Morgan stood up and threw his hands in the air. "Dammit, Anna! What is this? I don't even know how to handle this! You never let me in. Hotch, Reid, JJ, they all get parts of you that you refuse to share with me!"
"I refuse to share with you?" Anna stood also, anger rising. "What about you? You're not exactly the poster boy for honesty over there! You haven't told me about your childhood. I barely know anything about your family. You have these nightmares sometimes after we have sex that you absolutely refuse to talk to me about."
"That's my business!"
"And this is mine."
Morgan huffed. "But Hotch knows."
"Hotch knows because I've known him for thirteen years! He was there to pick up the pieces when I lost my best friend." Anna felt tears starting to bubble up from her throat.
"Does JJ know? Does Reid?" Morgan felt his anger slipping away as hopelessness grabbed hold. "How many things have you told Reid that you haven't told me? And I know you consider him your brother, but I'm suppose to be boyfriend. You're suppose to share these things with me. Do you even want to?"
Anna was quietly. She desperately wanted to tell him yes, but something inside her blocked it from coming out. Her chest tightened as she concentrated only on not crying.
"I guess I have my answer," Morgan said, softly.
"I'm sorry. I never meant to hurt you. I just..." Her voice trailed off.
"Just what?"
Anna shrugged. "I'm just not the person that you need me to be. Good-bye, Derek."
"Good-bye."
She kissed him gently on the cheek before hurrying out the door. Anna drove around for hours aimlessly. She didn't cry a single tear, able to push down her emotions. By the time she returned home, the boys were already taking their baths. Hotch was standing in the kitchen when she walked in. He took one look at her face and wordlessly held his arms open. Anna fell into them, finally sobbing.
"We broke up," she said simply.
"It's okay. It's going to be okay," Hotch muttered, soothingly in her ear. He stroked her hair, rocking her in his arms. "I got you. It's going to be okay."
"I'm sorry," Anna cried. "I don't want to make things awkward for you."
"Don't worry about it. What happened?"
"I didn't tell him about Brendan and Melinda and Lanie."
Hotch groaned. "I did. I didn't know you hadn't told him. It's my fault. I'll explain it."
Anna pulled away. "No. It was just one more thing, one more lie. It's not your fault, Hotch. We're just two broken people who never quite learned to trust each other."
Hotch pulled her back to him. "I'm sorry. It's going to be okay."
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"If you want me to stay home, I can," JJ called out from her bathroom. She poked her head into the bedroom.
Anna was sitting on her bed with Henry. "Why would I want you to do that?"
JJ walked fully out of the bathroom holding up a silver hoop earring and a diamond stud. Anna pointed to the hoop. "Because I know things have been a little rough since your break-up with Derek and here I am going out on a second date."
"You staying home and being miserable because you're not out having fun; how does that help me?"
"We could camp out in the living room, eating pizza, ice cream, and junk food while watching sapping romantic movies and lamenting the fact that those men don't really exist," JJ offered.
Anna tickled Henry. "As much fun as that sounds, I already have a date with Jack and Henry. We're going to make sundaes and watch 'The Lion King.'"
"Sounds exciting. Maybe I-"
"Okay, what is with you?" Anna interrupted. "You said yourself that you had a great time with Greg the last time you went out. Yet, you're looking for every excuse to get out of it."
JJ flopped on the bed beside her, absently smoothing Henry's hair. "I don't know. Hotch has been so distant since my date with Greg. He barely talks to me in the car to and from work. We haven't had lunch together the last two weeks. It's like we're distant co-workers who just happen to live together. It doesn't seem worth losing Hotch over."
"He'll come around. Trust me. You're not doing anything wrong, but having fun."
"I know," JJ agreed, but looked unconvinced.
Jack bounced into the room. "Hey, JJ, are you going to watch 'The Lion King' with us?"
"Uh, not tonight, Jack. I'm going out. You guys will be in bed before I get back."
Jack laid down on the bed. "I don't feel good. I think maybe you need to stay home with me."
JJ and Anna exchanged amused looks. JJ leaned over Jack. "Well, I guess if you're sick, you can't eat any ice cream and you should probably go to bed, which means no watching 'The Lion King.'"
"JJ, I don't want you to go out tonight." He put his head on her lap. "I miss you when you're gone."
"I miss you, too, but sometimes grown-ups need to go out and have some fun without kids. Can you understand what I mean?"
Jack frowned in thought. "Like when me and Tyler want to play without his mom around."
"Exactly."
Jack fidgeted as if he had something else to say, but remained quiet. Anna took Henry out of the room so that Jack would talk to JJ. They passed Hotch on his way to his room as they traipsed downstairs. Hotch paused outside of JJ's room when he heard her voice.
"So, Jack," JJ began, "do you want to tell me what has you so upset?"
Jack sat up and crawled onto JJ's lap. "I don't want you to leave."
She pulled her arms around him. "I thought we talked about this. I'm just going for a couple of hours with a friend."
"I don't want you to move away. I don't want you get married." Jack's voice was low and wobbly. "I want you and Henry to stay with me and Daddy forever."
"I'm just going on a date. I'm not leaving you." JJ kissed his temple.
Jack shook his head. "I don't want you to marry someone else. I want you to marry my daddy. I want you to be my mommy. I want Henry to be my brother. I want us to be a family."
Jack began to sob with his last word. JJ gathered him tight, rocking him and running her hands over his back, concentrating on not crying herself. She whispered soothingly into his ear. She waited until he calmed down before pulling back slightly to look directly into his eyes, wiping his tears away with her thumbs.
"We will always be a family. I will always love you. I will always consider you my son. I don't know what's going to happen in the future, Jack, but I know this: nothing and no one is ever going to come between us. Even if someday, we don't all live together, you and me and Henry and your dad will always be a family. I promise."
"JJ, do you love my dad?"
JJ felt her mouth go dry and her heart stuttered. She felt her mind go blank. "Of course, I do. He's my best friend."
"But do you love him? Love him like Jessie loves Buzz? Like Aunt Penelope loves Mr. Kevin?"
Inwardly, JJ groaned as Jack looked up at her eager-faced. She wanted to lie, wanted to tell Jack that she didn't. She wanted to save him from the pain of the truth, save herself. But that wasn't the relationship she had with either of the boys. "Yes, Jack, I love your dad, but things aren't simple with adults. I know it's hard to understand that."
"JJ! Greg's here!" Anna called from the bottom of the stairs, startling JJ and Jack and Hotch, who was still outside the bedroom. Hotch hurried off to his own room.
"Grown-ups are complicated," Jack sighed. "Anna told me."
"Yeah," JJ agreed.
"I love you, JJ."
JJ gave him a tight hug. "I love you, too, my Jack."
Jack hopped down, leaving JJ to go on her date. He wandered down the hall to Hotch's room and pattered inside. Hotch was on his bed, staring at his ceiling, thoughts swirling around like tornadoes in his head. Jack climbed onto the bed, kneeling beside Hotch.
"Daddy, do you love JJ?"
Hotch rolled his head to focus on his son. "What?"
"JJ says she loves you like Jessie loves Buzz. Do you love JJ like that?"
"I-"
"Jack, come on!" Anna shouted. "We're going to make sundaes now!"
Hotch looked back to ceiling. "Go on, Jack."
Jack sighed as he got off the bed. He entered the kitchen with his shoulders slacked. "Daddy's mopping in his room."
"I think you mean moping," Anna told him, scooping ice cream into bowls. "Don't worry. If he's still moping later, I'll talk to him."
Hotch moped in his room while they ate sundaes, while they watched the movie, while Anna gave the boys a bath and put them to bed. She was in the kitchen cleaning when Hotch finally ventured down in search of a drink. Anna stopped cleaning to watch him.
"What?" Hotch asked, annoyed with her prying eyes.
"What is with you?" Anna countered. "You're moping so bad that Jack is commenting on it."
Hotch gulped the drink in his hand. "I don't know what you're talking about."
Anna pursed her lips, all of her anger and sadness over the last few weeks seeming to channel into this conversation. She shook her head. "You have been absolutely miserable since JJ went on that first date. You've been short with everybody. You hide in your room. You barely talk to JJ. You're losing yourself in work."
"What are you getting at?" He folded his arms.
"Either get off your ass and do something about it or let her go and get your head out of your ass!"
"Let me alone, Anna. It's none of your business, no matter how much you think it is. And who are you to talk about anyone moping? You've been wandering around here like half a zombie for two weeks!"
Anna scoffed. "Don't turn this around on me. It is my business when it affects those boys. You love JJ. You are in love with JJ. Stop denying it. Do something about it."
"Like what? Confess my undying love? I can't do that."
"Why not?"
"The team-"
"Your team knows," Anna interrupted. "They're ready to go to bat for you. Dave has all kinds of favors lined up to keep both you and JJ on the team even after a relationship."
Hotch felt the tornadoes forming again. The team knew? "The boys-"
"The boys are your biggest fans. There is nothing they want more than for the two of you to be together. You are already 'Daddy' to Henry and Jack spends half his time wishing he could call JJ 'Mom.' You said yourself that you couldn't imagine a scenario in which you or JJ would turn your backs on either of the boys. Has that changed?"
"Of course not! I love Henry. I will always love Henry. I know JJ loves Jack and always will."
"Then what's the problem?"
Hotch grew quiet. "I don't want to hurt her. She's already been through so much. She deserves better than me, better than what I can offer her."
Anna felt her anger draining. "Don't you understand, Hotch? To her, there is nothing better than you. JJ is in love with you. Don't give me that look. She is. She's just waiting on you."
Anna turned to walk out of the kitchen. She paused at the doorway. She spoke lowly. "Things may have ended badly for Derek and me, but I don't regret our relationship. And I'm sad now, but one day, I'll look back and only remember the good things. Don't let JJ become a regret, Hotch."
Hotch poured another drink and sat down at the table. He was in love with JJ. He knew it, the boys knew, apparently the team now knew it. Anna was convinced that JJ loved him, too. She was rarely wrong on these things. Jack had come in stating that JJ was in love with him, too. Hotch believed that JJ was entitled to more than him, but it wasn't hard to see that his sulking had a negative affect on her over the last two weeks. If Anna was correct in that JJ loved him, he was hurting her more by trying to save her from himself.
The thoughts continued to swirl in his head until he heard a car pull up in front of the house. He left the kitchen to go the the front hallway. He spied inconspicuously through the window on JJ and her date.
"Thanks for walking me to the door," JJ told Greg. "I had a really nice time."
"Me, too," Greg agreed. He leaned down and kissed her lips. "I'll call you."
JJ nodded in response. She contemplated their first kiss as she watched him go. It was a nice, safe kiss. His lips were soft with just the right amount of moisture. He hadn't pressured her anything further and yet, the kiss left her almost cold. There was something... missing. She opened the front door only to find herself against it.
Hotch wasn't sure exactly what had overcome him, but seeing Greg kiss JJ had set something off inside him. He pulled her into his arms as soon as she came inside, bracing her against the door. He pressed his body against her, feeling her soft curves. He pulled his head back just enough to see her eyes. He expected to find confusion and perhaps even fear, but only saw love and heat.
He lowered his head, crashing his lips to hers. They had shared a few kisses before, but nothing prepared her for the explosion between the two of them the moment their lips touched. Every molecule in her body felt as though it was on fiery. She ran her tongue along his bottom lip and he opened immediately to her.
Hotch felt as though he was drowning as soon as her tongue slid into his mouth. He hesitantly returned her thrusts until he heard a moan in the back of her throat. He vigorously attacked her mouth, meeting her for kiss after kiss after kiss. He only broke away from her when he needed to take in a gasp of air. They both stood there, panting.
Suddenly, Hotch felt uncertainty creeping into his mind. "I'm-"
JJ plundered his mouth, cutting him off. She pushed him backwards through the front hall and into the kitchen, never breaking the kiss. She maneuvered him until his legs hit the back of the couch. JJ put pressure on his shoulders until he sat down on the couch. She followed, straddling his lap, before reclaiming his mouth once again.
"I have been waiting forever for you to do that," JJ heaved when they finally broke apart. She scooted just far enough back on his lap to see his face. She kept her hands in his hair.
"I've been waiting forever to do that." Hotch's hands rested on her hips. "I don't want you to go on anymore dates... unless they're with me."
She leaned forward and placed a line of kisses along his jaw. "That's good because I don't want to go on anymore dates unless they're with you."
"We have a lot to talk about." He placed a kiss on each side of her mouth.
She nodded, moving her hands down his neck and over his shoulders. "We do."
"Next weekend?"
JJ nodded again. "But let's be done talking for tonight."
"Agreed." He pulled her body flush against his. He kissed up one side of her neck and down the other, listening to her soft moans. He drew his hands up her sides to rest just under her breasts. He ran his thumbs over her nipples. JJ's head fell backwards in ecstasy. Hotch took the opportunity to place wet kisses along the top of her breasts.
JJ ground down on Hotch just to hear him groan when they heard Jack call out, "Daddy?"
Both Hotch and JJ froze, eyes wide. Jack called out again, his voice sounding closer to the top of the stairs. Reluctantly, they pulled away from each other. JJ removed herself from his lap, offering a hand to help him up. He stole one last kiss from her swollen lips.
"Next weekend?" he asked her, his voice hoarse.
"Try and keep me away."
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Author's Note: Well? Also, this morning, I thought this was going to be one of my shorter chapters. I think it's my longest! Apparently, I got wordy somewhere today.