Hotch felt his lips tighten into a thin line as he carefully watched Blake for her reaction to Erin's presence in the room. Her brow furrowed as a deep frown pulled her lips down, and he knew that nothing good was about to happen. Somehow, he knew that there was going to be a fight of some sort happening shortly, and he glanced at his best friend, wondering which one of them would step in first.
"Erin? You're alive? How?"
They all looked at Reid, and Hotch could see his wheels turning in his mind as he tried to reconcile what he was seeing with what he had thought to be true up until a few moments ago. "I am, Spencer. We had to employ subterfuge when John hurt me, in order to make him feel like he had won. It was the only way to make certain he would become careless enough to get caught. And before you get overly angry, like what happened with Emily's return, David was the only one who knew about me, and he had to keep things under wraps, on the off chance that Curtis had a partner or partners."
The younger man nodded as he stood up, making his way over to Erin and reaching out to touch her face. Erin's eyes closed a little as she leaned into the touch, and Hotch found himself wishing that he could be the one touching her at that moment. "Well, this is all well and good, but did you really think that this was the best way to come out as alive?"
Blake's sharp voice took him by surprise, and he watched Erin stiffen a little, curving her body closer to Reid's as she took a deep breath. "Yes, because I knew that I would be among friends. Or did I make the wrong assumption?"
He had expected Erin's voice to be equally as sharp, but instead it was just filled with a deep sorrow. This seemed to bring out the protective side of Reid, since he pulled her close and began to stroke Erin's hair lightly. "You always were good at making the wrong assumptions, Erin."
"Oh."
That small, soft, word tugged at his heartstrings, and he stood up from the table, taking a step towards them. Dave shook his head a little, and he frowned. "Alex."
"What, Hotch? Are you really going to defend what happened here?"
He opened his mouth to speak when JJ hopped to her feet, taking hold of his hand. "Actually, we're going to let you all figure this out, while Penny and I have a relaxing time with Aaron. If you want to join us, Erin, you're more than welcome to. We would love to feel that soft skin of yours beneath our hands."
The older woman shook her head, giving them a grateful smile. "No, I need to work this out before we can have any escapades this weekend. It would do no good to have bad blood spoil our fun." She gave them a tremulous smile before pressing her cheek against Spencer's chest.
"All right, but the offer still stands."
Erin nodded before waving them off, and JJ sighed a little as she pulled them over to the stairs. "I was not expecting Blake to be so angry."
"Well, I think her surprise is causing her to be a little sharper than normal. It's to be understood, I just hope that Rossi steps in before something really distressing happens. I want this to be a fun weekend for us all, and if Erin or Alex are upset, then that just deflates the whole thing." Penelope reached out and squeezed his ass, causing him to gasp sharply. "Because I know that I have been missing out on that, and I do not want either woman to miss out on the delights of a weekend in the country."
"You were always the one to push boundaries, Garcia," he muttered as he stepped into their room, watching JJ stalk over to the bed and plop down, watching them.
"Guilty as charged, Sir! In fact, I got some great cuddle time in with Erin earlier. Her skin is still like satin beneath my fingers, and I just wanted to make love to her, but we ended up falling asleep instead. I still feel that itch, though, Sir. Are you going to scratch it for me, since my Boo is still downstairs, trying to defuse things?"
He glanced over at JJ, somehow not surprised to find that she was already stripping off her pants, the shirt long gone already. "If he doesn't want to give you relief, I am more than able to, PG."
"Hmm, that does sound nice, Jayje. Where would you start?"
His lover smirked a little as she stood, letting her bra fall to the floor. "Well, first, we have to get rid of that blouse. Aaron, why don't you do the honors?" she purred as she knelt down and tugged off Penelope's skirt. Hotch couldn't help but watch them as he fumbled with the small buttons on the blouse, trying not to tear them off in his haste.
As it slipped from her shoulders, JJ slithered her way up between them, wrapping her arms around Penelope's neck as she ghosted her lips across the other woman's. "What's next?" she asked breathlessly, and he quickly stripped down, knowing that things would be moving rapidly after this.
"Well, after I kiss your lips, then I would trail them down your body until I was eating you out, making you cry out to God for the orgasm you so desperately need. Only then will Hotch take you, thrusting into your body as I nibble on your glorious breasts."
The dirty talk turned him on immensely, and he ran his hands up and down JJ's body, tweaking her nipples before slipping one hand between her thighs, finding her wet and wanting already. She ground against his palm, obviously seeking to get off, and he chuckled lowly before moving his hands back up to rest on her hips. "Why don't we see that in action, Jen?" he growled, and she shivered as she nodded.
"Back on the bed, Penny," JJ said as she pushed gently against her friend.
"Yes," she groaned, allowing JJ to shove her onto the mattress, her thighs falling open in clear invitation. JJ straddled her, capturing her lips in a hungry kiss, and he felt himself get even more turned on as his lover made good on her words, dragging her lips and fingers down Penelope's lush body, leaving her mouth free. "Oh, fuck, Jayje, that feels so good."
Hotch nodded as he knelt on the floor, kissing Penelope as she began to twist and arch her body, striving for her completion. It was clear that JJ knew Penelope's body, since at just the right moment, she pulled back, breathing heavily as she watched Penelope frown. "It's your turn now, Aaron."
He nodded and climbed onto the bed, running his hands up and down Penelope's torso, making certain to brush his thumbs against the underside of her breasts, knowing that was an erogenous zone on JJ, and hoping it would work for Penelope. She arched up and cooed, urging him on, and he bent down, capturing one nipple between his lips to suckle as he entered her. Fluttering his tongue against her nipple, he began to thrust in and out of her, setting a fast pace for them.
Hotch frowned, though, when he felt a pair of hands push him up, and then he was looking into JJ's eyes, taking in the mischievous glint there. "Yes?"
"I changed my mind, Aaron. You're going to eat me out while you're fucking Penelope. Somehow, we'll make it work, and it is going to be very hot."
He nodded somewhat apprehensively, and then JJ was once more straddling Penelope's body, lowering her face to the other woman's and kissing her deeply. Thanks to JJ's training, she was flexible enough to drape her legs on his shoulders, bringing her core in close to his lips for easy access.
Smirking a little, he let out a soft puff of breath, knowing that he was teasing her by doing so. A feral growl slipped from her lips as she tried to shift her hips closer, to get contact with his lips. He chuckled lowly as he finally closed the distance between them and starting to eat her out in the same rhythm that he was fucking Penelope. There was something so primal and sensual about what they were doing, and it suddenly clicked home to him how much he had missed these weekends. This was precisely what he needed to relax after everything that happened in the last few weeks.
Somehow, they all managed to orgasm simultaneously, and he held tightly onto Penelope's hips as JJ tightened her thighs around his face as she rode out her orgasm. They fell into a heap on the bed, breathing heavily as the afterglow of sex settled around them. "I really hope that Erin and Alex can make a go of things. I'd hate for there to be a rift in our group this entire weekend. This is supposed to be a time to heal, after all."
"I know, Penelope. But we can't dictate what they do. They have to work this out for themselves, because they're the ones that have to live with the aftermath, whatever it is," he replied as he reached out and stroked the woman's hair. She nodded slightly before cuddling close to JJ, wrapping her arms around her waist. "In the morning, everything will look clearer."
"I'm holding you to that, Hotch," she murmured through a yawn, resting her head on JJ's chest. "I might be gone when you wake up. Der might get lonely, you know." Hotch nodded before throwing his arm around their waists, holding them close as he felt himself begin to drift off.
