"Do you think that Penelope will mind if we sneak off without her?" JJ asked as Aaron led her out onto the dance floor. He shrugged a little before letting his hands slip down her back to cup her ass, tugging her close so that she could feel his arousal.

"Well, I highly doubt that she would want to see us making out like hormonal teenagers, Jen," he growled in her ear as she nodded a little. "Or are you interested in spicing things up a little? I never really thought that you'd be up for something like that."

"You, my love, have been hanging around Rossi way too much for my comfort. And while that may be a fantasy of yours, I am a strict, one person at a time, gal. And you are more than enough for me," she murmured in his ear before letting her tongue trace the inner shell, knowing that the move drove him wild.

"And you are trying my patience, Jen. It's not like we can just sneak off and make love in a closet."

"Did you forget? Penelope got us rooms, once she knew that everyone was coming. Oh, is that Jessica dancing with Morgan? I didn't know that they really knew each other."

"Huh, I didn't either. I suppose that I'll get the full story from her tomorrow."

JJ nodded as she kept an eye on the pair, watching the way that they started dancing closer and closer together. Morgan's hands squeezed her ass a little as he ground against her, and she watched the woman giggle a little as she squirmed into his touches. It seemed as if they had eyes only for each other, as they made their way through the dancing throng and over to the elevators.

JJ was quick to avert her gaze, not wanting Morgan to know that she was watching them, and she listened to her lover laugh a little as he kissed her neck, letting his tongue lap at the rapidly thrumming pulse point there. "I guess I really will have a story, Jen. We'll have to send Henry and Jack outside to play…"

"No, you'll take them out while I get all the details. There is no way that she's going to spill everything to you, even if you are as close to her as her brother is." Shaking her head a little, she pulled back and gave him a lingering kiss. "Now, how about we dance through two more songs and then make our way upstairs as well? There is a bed calling my name, though not for sleep."

JJ made certain to give him a seductive smile, letting her hand slip down his chest to play with his belt buckle, making certain her fingers brushed against the bulge of his erection. He drew in a sharp breath and she leaned in to ghost her lips across the line of his jaw. "Do not tempt me, Jennifer, otherwise I might not be able to hold onto my control."

A soft laugh escaped her lips as she shook her head. "I know you too well for that line to work on me, Aaron. Your will is made of iron, nothing can break it, especially little old me."

She knew that her words were deliberately inflammatory, and she moved away from him to scan the room for the others. In that moment, JJ heard Aaron let out a deep breath, and she smirked, knowing what was coming next. "I rather think you know exactly how to break my will, Jen," he growled in her ear as he tugged her back against him, his fingers tweaking her nipple into a tight peak before he settled his hand onto her hips. "And now we're going to head up to our room. No more dances."

She tried to pout, but was too aroused by his actions to do so. "Just let me say good night to Penelope…" Her voice trailed off as Aaron grabbed hold of her hand and began to drag her over to the elevators. As they waited for a car to arrive, she scanned the room, looking for their team members. The only one she could find was Reid, and he was busy talking and dancing with Blake. Though they were both masked, it wasn't difficult to figure them out, based on their costumes. "Looks like we're not the only ones who are getting lucky tonight."

"What?" Aaron huffed in her ear, his thumb stroking against the curve of her breast, causing her to squirm.

"I think that Reid is going to help Blake rebound from her divorce. Look at how close they're dancing, and the way his lips graze against her neck every so often." Her lover glanced over her shoulder, nodding a little as the elevator binged.

Getting on, she pressed the button for her floor and then leaned back against Aaron's chest, bringing his hands up to cup her breasts, not really caring if there was a camera watching them at the moment. After all, it wasn't like they were fucking in the box, that would be for the privacy of the hotel room.

He seemed to read her mood, as his hands softly kneaded her breasts, just lightly enough to bring her pleasure without arousing her to the point of no return. They tumbled out of the elevator a minute later, and she grabbed hold of his lapel and led him down to her room. It took her far too long to unlock the door, but finally, they were inside, and she threw the deadbolt, her years of training kicking in.

"Jen…"

"Nope, no talking. I want to feel your lips here." She brought his hands up to her chest once more, smiling at him. He swallowed thickly as he nodded, letting his thumbs rub against her nipples for a moment before sliding his hands to her back and quickly undoing the zipper and tugging the dress from her body in one smooth motion.

"Now why does this not surprise me?" Aaron whispered as he stared at her breasts, and she shrugged as the cool air of the room caused her nipples to tighten. And then, he was kneeling ever so slightly, lowering his mouth to her breasts and drawing one turgid peak between his lips, suckling strongly. All rational thought left her mind as she focused on the way that he lapped and nipped at her oversensitive skin, making her moan in pleasure.

Somehow, Aaron got them over to the bed, and he fell back onto it, drawing her down with him. As JJ straddled his body, she began to make quick work of the buttons on his shirt, needing to feel his skin against hers. In a frenzy of motion, they were soon naked and panting excitedly. "Fuck me, Aaron," she whined as she felt his fingers stroke her folds in an infuriatingly slow rhythm, as if he knew that doing so would drive her insane with desire.

"Oh, but where would the fun in that be?" he asked, and she glared at him as she clamped her fingers around his wrist, pulling his hand away before letting her thumb find her clit, stroking it in the rapid strokes that she preferred. "No, Jennifer. You are not to climax until I tell you to."

She shivered with lust at the tone of his voice, and gave him a small nod, removing her hand as she bit her lip in anticipation. Aaron positioned himself between her legs and slowly entered her, keeping his motions shallow and slow, so that all she could focus on was the pleasure that he was building in her. She knew that this orgasm would be incredible, and so she tried to keep from stimulating her body, wanting to see how far out he would draw things.

"I can tell that you're close, Jayje. I can feel the tension running through your body, how you want to slip over the edge of the mountain and fall headlong into the abyss. Focus on the sound of my voice and soon, you'll feel the pleasure."

She nodded and tried to ignore the way the edges of her vision were starting to darken. "I'm so close," she whimpered.

"All right, darling, you may come," he fairly growled in her ear as he thrust into her with sharp, jerky, movements. With a loud wail, she gave herself over to her orgasm, feeling him fall over with her. Her fingernails raked down his back as the orgasm seemed to linger on.

"I hope that I didn't draw blood," she managed to say through her gasps and whimpers.

"It'll heal," he said lowly as he reached up to stroke her hair. "But…let's not try that whole dom/sub thing again. I know that you wanted to try it, but it made me feel uncomfortable." Turning onto his side, he leaned in and kissed her gently.

"Oh, really? Because I thought it was really hot. I've never had an orgasm like that."

His lips eased into a soft smile as he shook his head. "All right, maybe for really special occasions, we can do that, but normally? No."

"I suppose that I can live with that." She snuggled close to him, letting her head come to rest on his chest. "I wonder what it will take to get the full story of what happened tonight from Jessica? I'm sort of curious to know if she knew that was Morgan before she went up to him."

"You'll have to work on her, Jayje. She'll take a little work, since she likes to keep her private life just that – private." She nodded and kissed his chest, letting her tongue snake out to trace the closest scar, letting the afterglow of sex cocoon her in its glow.