Disclaimed!
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JJ sat on the extremely comfortable couch in Hotch's spacious apartment, watching as Jack chased Hotch and Henry with his truck.
Laughing at her son's over exaggerated noise of a car horn, the blonde felt a soft blush creep across her cheek when Hotch's eyes met hers.
Feeling suddenly awkward, JJ pulled herself off of the couch and wandered into the kitchen, distracting her racing mind by drying their dinner dishes.
Aware of his presence behind her, JJ stilled, waiting for him to speak first.
When Hotch hadn't started a conversation, JJ turned meeting his heated gaze with a small smile. "What are you staring at?"
"You." Hotch looked over JJ's appearance. She had changed since their encounter at her house. She wore some black skinny jeans and a fitted blouse with her hair up tightly in a bun, compared to her relaxed appearance before she seemed over dressed. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah." JJ replied a little unsurely.
Hotch raised a knowing eye and nodded. "Okay."
An awkward silence overtook the pair for a few brief moments as they stared at each other. "I'm not sure what's changed?"
"We'll talk once the boys are down." Hotch reassured warmly, stepping forward to press a soft kiss to the petite woman's forehead.
JJ nodded pushing him away slightly by placing her hands on his chest while listening for any sounds. "What are the boys doing?"
"Jack's showing Henry his new 'Superman' bed linen." Hotch informed the questioning agent, who seemed concerned at the lack of noise.
JJ giggled softly. "Wow, it's the littlest things that amuse our children, isn't it?"
"It's pretty cool bed linen." Hotch stated in humour causing JJ to laugh some more.
By the time the two hyperactive little boys were asleep for the night, JJ could feel her heartbeat increasing in anticipation of the impending conversation.
The last thing she wanted was to screw up their friendship something that had been cooling over the last few weeks.
JJ watched as Hotch walked back into the kitchen, where she was sitting on the counter. He looked at her seriously, the way he usually did when he needed to talk about a case and took a seat at the other side of the room next to the breakfast counter.
"Okay," He breathed out slowly keeping the eye contact they established when he entered the room. "I know you still have reservations about us. That is why I'm sitting over here and not standing next to you."
JJ nodded formerly hiding her amusement as his intensity. "Okay."
"I want you. I want an 'us' and I don't give a crap about the consequences." He stated bluntly causing the blonde to falter.
JJ blinked a few times before letting a smile crease the corner of her lips. "You don't give a crap about the consequences?"
"If we don't sort this out right now, I will lock you in this apartment until we do get it figured out because, I can't go through another two weeks, not being with you." He admitted determinedly.
JJ chuckled dryly. "You'd really resort to kidnapping a federal agent? Isn't kidnapping so last month?"
"Yes." Hotch said through gritted teeth.
She sighed uncertainly. "If we did this, there's no going back."
"I know." The Unit Chief nodded once.
JJ tilted her head, deep in thought. "There's quite a big age gap between us."
Hotch's eyes widened slightly. "Is that an issue for you?"
"Honestly, I don't know. Just like how I'm not sure how I feel about dating my boss or involving our kids in a relationship that they're already seemingly committed too." JJ said frankly.
Hotch stood slowly sensing her silent panic. "We'd also have to consider the team and Will."
"There's so much to think about and I'm not sure if I'm even ready to try and commit again." JJ shook her head apologetically.
The tall profiler stepped closer to the blonde, placing his hands palm side down on either side of the sitting agent, and waited until her hands were on his shoulders before he placed a soft kiss on her lips. "What are you thinking now?"
JJ moaned at his whispered question. "I'm conflicted."
He kissed her again but more firmly, taking her parted lips as a good sign. "Jayje..."
"We can talk in the morning, right?" JJ asked as she rested her forehead against his.
Hotch straightened, pulling her hands off of his shoulder. "Is that what you want?"
"Maybe if we just get past this awkwardness," JJ's voice trailed off looking up suggestively. "Maybe things will become clearer for me."
Hotch nodded before closing the distance between them and kissing her hungrily. JJ gasped at the force but quickly got caught up in the moment as she pulled her blouse over her head.
His mouth instantly went to the nape of her neck as JJ began to loosen the suited agents tie.
As Hotch felt JJ's cool fingers undo his shirt buttons and flickered against his chest, he froze bringing his dark lustful eyes to hers.
"What's the matter, isn't this what you wanted?" JJ asked panting for a breath.
Hotch pulled her hands down to her side before bending down to pick up her blouse that was lying haphazardly on the floor. "I think this is going to end badly."
JJ stared at him confused when he handed her the white blouse. "Aaron?"
"We shouldn't do this here and we shouldn't do this now." Hotch stated as he called his breathing.
The younger profiler winced at his words. "I thought..."
"You'll wake up in the morning and you'll do whatever it takes to get out of here without talking and I'll be crushed... again." Hotch explained slowly.
JJ closed her eyes tightly. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be. I want this JJ. I want us and god I want us to do that." Hotch raised his eyes suggestively, meanwhile physically creating distance between them by stepping backwards.
"My track record is stopping you?" JJ smirked solemnly.
Hotch tilted his head shyly. "I haven't been with someone in a long time and you're not sure what you feel. If we had sex right now it'll just confuse us further."
"Or it'll make things clearer." JJ suggested quickly with a hopeful glint in her eye.
Hotch smiled wantonly. "Why don't we take things slow? Maybe spend some time together without the boys, the team or without having cases on our mind."
"What are you thinking?" JJ asked as she covered herself.
"Stay over tonight. We'll go out for breakfast tomorrow before work with the boys, and then on Friday night, I'll take you out on a proper date."
"A date? There's going to be a date?" JJ asked in a little chuckle.
Hotch took hold of her hands in between his. "I want to do this right, JJ."
JJ rested her head forward on his shoulder, entwining their fingers as she moved. "Okay, we'll do this your way."
"Really?" Hotch looked down unsurely.
JJ tilted her head and smiled warmly. "If you'll be patient I'll do my best not to freak out about screwing up. I'll try and get passed my insecurities, if you'll help me."
"You're not going to screw up, Jayje." Hotch chuckled softly.
JJ pressed her body further into his and sighed. "I come with a lot of baggage."
"You're not the only one." Hotch rolled his eyes in response.
JJ smiled at his humoured sincerity, pausing momentarily to stare into his caring eyes. "So..."
"So?" Hotch raised his eye as she moved her hands out of his, and raised them to wrap around his neck.
JJ raised her weight onto the balls of her feet and brushed her lips against Hotch's ear. "Wanna make out on the couch?"
He answered silently with a wide grin.
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