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Closing Henry's bedroom door, JJ checked the time on her wrist watch and took hold of Hotch's hand as he hovered besides her. Leading him into her room, they both lay on the bed, kicking their shoes off and quickly wrapping their arms around each other.

JJ rested her head on Hotch's shoulder, lying her palms flat on his firm chest as his hands wrapped around her, deserving him a low throaty moan from JJ, as his hands rested on her lower back.

"God, I'm exhausted." JJ muttered into his broad chest.

JJ smiled as her head moved with his chuckle. "There's nothing like a wedding after a long week at work."

"I have no idea, how quickly my best friend can pull these type of things together?" JJ smirked happily, her eyes fluttered closed as she listened to his steady heartbeat.

"Oh please, the amount of times she done the impossible, hacking into the government database to get a wedding licence, getting Rossi to get a priest to agree to officiate, bribing a park attendant and sending out mass e-invites to over a hundred and fifty people in a matter of hours, seems like a piece of cake for her." Hotch rolled his eyes in amusement. One of his hands slowly moved up the blonde's body to tangle with JJ's softly curled hair.

JJ kissed his shirt covered chest softly. "I'm sleepy."

"Do you want me to go?" Hotch asked in apprehension of the answer.

Lifting her weight onto her elbows, JJ tiredly opened her eyes and smiled down at the relaxed profiler. "No. I want you to stay."

"Are you sure?" Hotch asked pressing a soft kiss to her soft pink lips.

Nodding, JJ deepened the kiss as her hands mindlessly began undoing his shirt buttons. "I want you to stay."

Pulling his lips away from the liaison's, Hotch quickly removed JJ's hands from his shirt and sat up straight. "Erm, I need to... erm."

"Aaron, what's the matter?" JJ tilted her head in confusion. His sudden nerves creating fear to flow throw her body.

Seeing JJ's expression change as she thought she had done something wrong, Hotch took his hand in hers and squeezed it tightly. "Nothing's wrong, I'm just... we're just... It's been a long night, we should just sleep."

"Oh okay." JJ nodded with an obviously disappointed smile.

Sighing, Hotch ran his hands through his hair and watched JJ as she climbed off the bed and picked up some night clothes. "I'll just get changed in the bathroom. Make yourself at home."

About ten minutes later, JJ returned to the master bedroom, makeup free, wearing a tight fitting t-shirt and shorts. Seeing Hotch sitting on top of the covers, still dressed staring blankly at the curtain drawn window, the blonde frowned slightly.

Watching his reflection in the mirror as she put her jewellery into the box, JJ sighed and faced the silent profiler. "Are you sure you're alright?"

Startled, Hotch met JJ's concerned blue eyes and nodded. "I'm fine."

"Did I do something wrong, because before the wedding you seemed kind of eager to, you know, but now you're acting a little off." JJ sat on the edge of the bed as she watched Hotch gain some composure.

Staring at JJ as she sat at the far end of the bed, the unit chief cleared his throat as he sat straight before explaining. Looking down at his hands nervously, Hotch closed his eyes momentarily before shrugging. "It's nothing. I really want to be with you but..."

"What is it? Am I coming on too strong? Because we can slow down, if that's what you want." JJ insisted with a small smile.

Holding out his hand to bring the petite woman closer, he waited until she was kneeling beside him before he spoke. "I haven't been with a woman since Hailey, before the divorce."

"Oh." JJ stated slowly, her hand instantly resting on his cheek as she smiled warmly.

"Yeah and no one other than the doctor's at the hospital has seen me since after the stabbing." Hotch continued, leaning into the soft touch.

Kissing him softly, JJ's smile widened as she willingly moved her onto his lap. "It's not that big a deal"

"Three years is a very big deal, JJ. And the scars aren't pretty." Hotch scoffed to himself in embarrassment.

Shaking her head, JJ sighed at his self doubt. "I think you're a very handsome man, Aaron. But it's not your kind eyes, set jaw or firm chest that turns me on. It's not your thighs of steel or manly arms and strong shoulders..."

"Manly arms and strong shoulders?" Hotch raised an eye in humour.

Laughing as she blushed, JJ's eyes became serious again as they continued to sit on her bed. "What I mean is, that while I find you a very attractive person, I love you because of the man you are. The man that keeps me safe and looks at me with such affection that you give me butterflies, each time. You make me feel beautiful and special. And I trust and respect you wholeheartedly. So you haven't been with anyone for a while, that's a good thing in my opinion. You know seeing as the last guy I was with, slept with my best friend. You're not the only one whose confidence has been dinted, Aaron."

Smiling at her honestly, Hotch leaned in for another kiss and hummed happily against her lips. "You love me?"

"Of course I do. How could I not?" JJ whispered sincerely.

Grazing his thumb over her plump pink lips, Hotch sighed in heartfelt. "I'm just a little scared."

Smiling, JJ nodded slowly. "That's okay, I am too."

"So what happens next?" Hotch asked with an amused smirk as JJ's expression became more mischievous.

Pursing her lips, as though she was deep in thought, JJ scooted back slightly, pushing the profiler down softly, so he was lying back on the magnitude of pillows on the bed. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours?"

"What?" Hotch asked in confusion.

Tilting her head and biting her lower lip, JJ took deep breath and lifted her T-shirt over head. Feeling him tense beneath her, JJ watched his eyes slowly fall downwards onto her bare chest.

Taking his hand in hers, JJ slowly placed his fingers above a small scar on her lower abdomen. "When I was sixteen, I had my appendix taking out."

"Erm..." His mind slowly shut down as his gaze moved away from her breasts and down to the scar his fingers were covering. "I don't know what I'm..."

Laughing, JJ rolled off him, to lay on the empty space next to him. "When I was twelve, Trisha Burnett tackled me when we were at soccer training and the spoke on her shoe caused that."

JJ lifted her knee and pointed to a small round scar on the back of her leg. Sighing happily as Hotch kissed the small scar before he came to hover above her, JJ ran her fingers through his short brown hair. "We all have scars Aaron. You've just got to let me help you heal."

Nodding, the damaged profiler slowly straddled the half naked Pennsylvanian and hesitantly took off his work shirt. Staring down at the observing liaison, Hotch watched with uncertain eyes as her fingers slowly traced one of the many scars on his chest.

Licking his lips, Hotch met JJ's eyes with heated fervour. "JJ."

Hearing the sound of her name with such want, JJ arched and connected their lips with bruising force, dragging them back down to the bed in suffocating need.

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