She was on him before he'd even shut the door. Lips pressed against his, hands hurriedly pushing off his jacket and pulling his shirt out from his pants. His body responded before his mind had a chance to catch up, arms holding her close even as he turned around and pressed her against the wall.
"JJ," he breathed, his lips moving down her neck, fingers making quick work of the buttons on her shirt.
"Two weeks," she practically growled. "I've barely been able to talk to you, nevermind touch you -" She gasped as his hands reached bare skin. "It's Friday, the boys are with Jessica, and you are mine."
Hotch just grinned and carried her up to the bedroom.