Author's Note: Special thanks to Misalason and jenny crum for the reviews! Happy Thanksgiving to those in America! Heads up that #69 is a bit spicy because, well, it was #69 and I have the mentality of a twelve year old boy. LOL!

SONG PROMPT #69 – JJ/HOTCH (Spice warning)

Fall To Pieces - Avril Lavigne

He had known her for nearly eight years and never saw her as anything more than a co-worker, a colleague, a friend. He knew he felt a pain when they realized she'd been dating Will and a bigger one when they found out she was pregnant, but he assumed it was jealousy over his own failing personal life. He knew he missed her terribly the year that she was away from the team, but he assumed that it was because he was used to seeing her everyday and her leaving was one more loss in a crappy year. He knew he felt a sense of calm when she came back to the team, but he assumed that it was due to the fact that she knew how to weather the storm of his emotions better than almost anyone after years of working closely together.

He didn't know how he ended up here in her room of reds and browns, but he was eternally grateful. His black jacket and crisp white shirt lay crumbled near her front door with her blue sweater. His black pants lay tangled with her jeans in the hallway. His gray boxers were thrown on her dresser while her purple lace bra and matching thong were hanging from the lampshade.

He thought of none of this as he kissed down her neck to the her left breast. He ran his tongue in circles around the nipple while she writhed beneath him, tiny pleas falling from her lips. She cried out in pleasure the first time his tongue touched the nipple and arched off the bed when he finally suckled her. He scraped his teeth lightly against her as he released her to give her other breast the same attention.

Her hands ran over his back and shoulders, grabbing his hair to tug his mouth closer her.

"JJ," he moaned as he positioned himself at her entrance. He propped himself on one elbow, using the other hand to wipe the hair from her forehead. She opened her eyes, revealing hot lust within them. "What do you want?"

She studied him for a moment, hearing the heaviness in his tone. She searched his eyes to find answers to all the questions hidden deep in her heart. She smiled at him as she pushed against him, whispering in his ear, "Everything."

SONG PROMPT #70 – PRENTISS/ROSSI (side does of JJ/Hotch and Garcia/Morgan)

"That Man" - Caro Emerald

She watched him from the dance floor as she had all night, making sure she was always in his line of sight, but careful to make sure he didn't notice her stares. She wasn't sure just why she decided she was going home with David Rossi that night, but she knew it was around the time she caught Hotch playing with JJ's hair and right after Morgan stole a kiss from Garcia at the bar. She spent the evening standing just a little too close to him, touching him just a little too often, and swinging her hips a little too much. She caught a few subtle signs of interest, but so far he had yet to make a move.

A commotion between two males in their early twenties drew her attention away from Rossi and towards the back of the bar. When she turned back around, he was nowhere to be found and she felt her heart sink. She thought it had started out as a game on her part, but her reaction to the fact that he had left had her rethinking that line of thought.

Noticing that JJ and Hotch were heading towards the door, holding hands, she started to make her way towards the bathroom before calling it a night herself. She was a few feet away from the bathroom when a hand snaked around her abdomen, pulling her roughly against a male body. She tensed briefly before relaxing as the smell of him filled her senses.

"That's a good way to lose your fingers," she told him, leaning against his chest as his hand crept under her shirt.

"Oh, but isn't this what you were aiming for tonight, Emily?" Rossi asked, his lips skimming the top of her ear. He smiled when she shivered. "Or didn't you think I hadn't noticed?"

Prentiss smirked, knowing her plain had worked. "I don't know. I was beginning to think your senses had dulled in your old age."

Rossi tightened his grip on her, rocking against her slightly so she could feel his desire for her. "I think you'll find none of my senses dulled just yet. What do you say we get out of here and I'll prove it to you?"

"Let's go," she agreed, stepping away from him.

He smiled at her. "Just one question... your place or mine?"

SONG PROMPT #71 - ANY PAIRING

"Good Riddance" - Green Day

He had done it. He had said those three little words that most women died to hear, but caused her to panic. She had opened her mouth to respond, unsure of exactly what she was going to say, but was cut of by a kiss full of understanding and love with just a hint of desperation. He told her that he didn't expect her to reciprocate, but that he felt as if he was lying if he went another day without telling her.

That had been three days ago. As hard as she tried to believe his words, she found her slipping away from him. She hadn't called him or gone to see him after work. At work, she was professional, but cold. He let her go to take the time to gather herself together, but she could feel the longing looks on her when he thought she wasn't looking.

She missed him. Missed how they could talk about anything and everything. Missed the feel of his skin as it brushed against hers. Missed how he reached out for her even in deep sleep, but refused to held her tight, always giving her space. She just missed him.

So, after the fourth day, she found herself standing on his front doorstep, trying to decide if she should knock on the door and tell him that she loved him, too. Her soul screamed at her to move forward, but her heart was just as loud in trying to protect her from more heartache in her life. And so, she stood there, staring at the white wooden door, a raging debate in her head with no end in sight.