With A Little Christmas Luck
"You're not gonna let this one go, are you?" Hotch asked, chuckling at her rapt, expectant face staring up at him as he passed her to stoke the fire.
Snagging his arm as he returned to his chair, JJ pulled him down beside her on the bed as she shook her head. "Hell, no. I wanna hear this. Anything that can make you blush like that has got to be good!"
"I'm not blushing," he muttered, raising a hand to his cheek. "I'm flushed from the fire."
"Uh huh. Sure you are," JJ laughed. "Spill it, Hotch," JJ demanded.
"I am still your boss, aren't I?" Hotch teased, enjoying the soft glow radiating from her happy face.
"Nuh uh. It's after hours. You're just a man that I happen to know," JJ shook her head.
"Oh really," he drawled softly, staring down at her as she rolled to lie on her back.
"Yes, really," JJ said, mimicking his tone as she looked up at his face. Was that heat she saw in his eyes? It certainly appeared that his eyes were glowing with masculine interest. For the first time in a long time, she certainly hoped that she was reading the signals correctly. Her track record, however, was not exactly stellar. Clearing her throat, JJ focused on his face as she ordered, "Now tell me what David Rossi did to try to extract you from the divorce duldrums."
"Let's just say it involved a late night at the office, a stripper with whipped cream in some pretty strategic places and an unexpected visit from Erin Strauss," Hotch confessed, smiling at the recollection.
Choking on her wine, JJ shook her head. "He didn't!"
"Let's just say that Dave arranged for everything except Strauss' sudden desire for a status report," Hotch chuckled.
Gaping, JJ shook her head. "Okay, that makes the stripper that Garcia sent to my house after Will left seem tame by comparison," JJ laughed.
"Dave's just had more time to hone his art," Hotch sighed. "Give Garcia a few more years and she'll be a schemer of his caliber," he added sagely.
"God help us all," JJ grumbled. "I see a serious accident befalling her favorite motherboard in her near future," JJ said thoughtfully.
"Too obvious. I say we take her troll doll collection and hold it for ransom. We could send it back to her a piece at a time. An arm here…a leg there," Hotch mused.
"Oh, now that's classic," JJ nodded approvingly. Sending him an appreciative look, JJ raised a brow. "Who'd have ever imagined that Aaron Hotchner could be so devious?" she asked with grudging respect.
"Oh, JJ," Hotch murmured suggestively as his eyes trailed down her lithe body, "There are depths to me that you haven't begun to explore."
"That sounds intriguing," JJ replied softly, her eyes lingering on his handsome face.
"Does it?" he asked, taking a sip of his wine as he watched her face. "I never thought you'd find someone like me interesting. I always assumed I'd be too boring for the pretty girl."
"I don't consider myself to be the pretty girl, Hotch," JJ replied, blonde hair falling against her shoulders as she shook her head from side to side. Leaning up on her elbow, she added, seriously, "And I don't consider you to be boring. Not in the least."
"I do," Hotch said just as seriously, his eyes following her every move as she shifted against the mattress, her shirt gaping just slightly as she stretched an arm, falling into a new position.
"But why?" she asked, her eyes bright as the firelight flashing in her gaze. Shrugging, she added, leaning forward, "you're a modern day super hero, Hotch. You literally save damsels in distress. You have the power to change lives on a daily basis. And you're damn handsome. I don't think a woman in her right mind would consider that to be boring."
"JJ, you're just…"
"I'm telling you the truth, Aaron," she said firmly, meeting his gaze head on. Smiling sadly, she added, "You're forgetting that I've seen you, day in and day out, for the last six years. And I've sat on the sidelines, watching you, waiting…."
His eyes widening in slight shock as her voice trailed off, Hotch swallowed hard, then finally said, his voice barely above a whisper, "What have you been waiting for, JJ?"
Shrugging slightly, JJ lifted her gaze back to his as she whispered, "Maybe I've been waiting for you to notice me. To see me."
Leaning forward, Hotch braced his arms on either side of her on the firm mattress as he said quietly, "There hasn't been a day that I haven't seen you, JJ. Even when I was married, I saw you. Why do you think Haley disliked you so much?"
Shaking her head, JJ swallowed, "You never…you didn't…"
"I would never have betrayed my marriage vows, no matter how unhappy I was. And by the time my divorce was final, you were seeing Will. Then Henry came."
"Will's gone now, though. And has been for some time," JJ murmured, studying his dark face as he loomed above her.
"So is Haley," Hotch whispered. "We're both alone and available for the first time in a very long time," he continued, stating the obvious, but needing the words said.
"Yeah, we are," JJ nodded, feeling the heat from his body above her radiating downward, warming her. "What do you think we should do about that?"
"Maybe we should start with this," Hotch suggested, slowly lowering his lips to hers, tentatively kissing her, carefully allowing her the time to back away from him if that was her intention. But instead, he was relieved to feel her toned arms slowly slipping around his neck, tugging him closer as her tongue actively sought hers out.
Sensations flooded JJ as Aaron Hotchner's lips slowly molded to her and though his tongue was sweetened from the wine he'd sipped earlier, she knew that wasn't the flavor that was slowly intoxicating her. It was Aaron's unique taste…something that was so intrinsically him that she knew she'd recognize it for the rest of her life.
Looking up at him as he slowly broke their kiss, she saw his dark eyes staring deeply into hers.
"JJ?" he whispered hesitantly, "You okay?"
"Wow," she replied shakily. "That felt…wonderful," she said softly, teasing the hair at the back of his neck as she spoke. Seeing his face soften at her admission, she smiled. "Do it again."
And so….he did.