A/N Written for the 1sentence community on LiveJournal. Un-betaed, so forgive any mistakes, because they're all mine! :) And yes, I'm already working on a third set, LOL.
Disclaimer: I don't own Criminal Minds.
Each kiss leaves her breathless, stealing the air from her lungs.
"You smell like apples," she murmurs, her face pressed into his neck.
The gentle brush of his hand against hers tells her that this is the only start of something worth it.
JJ thought Hotch was unflappable until she had to rescue him from the ladybird on the windowsill.
Hotch smirks, thinking that the least he can do after keeping her up all night is feed her caffeine supply.
"I don't want to close my eyes," she whispers into the darkness, clinging onto him, "in case I wake up and you're gone."
He finds her sitting in the dark, tears staining her cheeks, and does nothing but lift her into his lap and let her cry.
JJ is a castle – he never knows which door to unlock, and which to keep closed.
Hotch has never been a big fan of alcohol until it gives him the courage to ask her to dinner.
"Will was a good man," he says quietly, pressing the golden badge into her shaking hand.
At night, he pushes her to the edge and then watches as the Earth shatters around her.
Hotch watches as she walks away and tries to remember where they fell apart.
When she joined the BAU seven years ago, she never meant to end up head over in heelsin love with Aaron Hotchner.
It was hard and fast, clothes torn from heated bodies until it was finally fingers burning a path over every inch of sweaty skin available.
Hotch is grateful for the years she spent as an athlete that have left her supple and pliant beneath his fingertips.
Even though they're on the jet at least twice a week, it never makes her any happier about being in the air.
Aaron will never understand how she eats so much and still stays so small.
"Uncle!" she cries, pulling her foot away and breathing a sigh of relief as he stops tickling her.
He knows JJ is waiting in the car, and is grateful for that as he traces his fingers over her name and whispers, "I'm moving on, Hailey."
Watching him attract more than his fair share of admirers, JJ realizes she's never felt this jealous before.
It always astounds her how even the back of his head can make feel warm and fuzzy.
"You could have told me," he says and then walks away with her heart in tow.
Hotch thinks honor is wearing a badge; JJ knows honor is the gold band circling her finger.
The simple feel of her hand sliding into his reassures Hotch that there's always light at the end of the tunnel.
The smile she sends him across the room is brighter than any torch or light bulb.
She hugs him tighter and tells him that she doesn't know what she'd do without him.
JJ squirms as the cold bracelets close around her wrists, the handcuffs tying her arms to each of the bedposts.
"I didn't know you could do that," he says breathlessly, feeling her satisfied smirk against his chest.
JJ stares at her reflection in the mirror and wonders when she started to look so old.
It's an irrational fear but every case, Hotch touches her hand and leads her further between the trees just so she knows he's still there.
He listens to her tell Will she loves him and wonders if saying the words hurts as much as hearing them.
It's one of the first things he notices: JJ isn't just plain pretty, she's beautiful.
The droplets are running down her face and plastering her clothes to her body and all he can hear above the rain is her voice shouting 'I love you'.
When JJ tells him it should never have happened, Hotch feels another piece of his heart crumble away.
She's never liked huge bouquets of flowers; the single red rose he leaves on her desk is perfect.
They sneak around for months, neither of them wanting to admit that as soon as it stops being a secret, it becomes real.
"It's not funny!" JJ protests, holstering her weapon and watching the creature slither back into the bushes.
He stands at the window and watches her playing outside with Henry and Jack and thanks God for his own personal snow angel.
Hotch hears her breath catch as she runs her hands over the firm muscles in his chest and is thankful for the trips to the gym with Morgan.
"Somebody got lucky last night," Morgan mutters when Hotch walks in with an extra spring in his step.
They take things slow from the very start because it's too important to screw up, and their children need security.
With the small diamond ring sitting comfortably on her finger, JJ finally works out the reason for his weird behaviour.
August is his favorite month because he gets to see her in a tiny red bikini.
Their relationship is forbidden from the start, but it does not make it any less brilliant.
Hotch thinks the scars Foyet left are ugly; JJ traces them with her fingers and tells him she disagrees.
"You're going down," he growls, covered in flour and jelly and crumbs from the chocolate muffin she threw at him.
He never tells her that he turned the hose on her just to see her t-shirt clinging to her body.
"You're welcome," he replies when she thanks him for loving her.
Hotch will never forget how JJ kept him warm when they were snowed in for two days.
JJ tucks her head under his chin and pulls the sheets up to their chins then wonders how something so simple can be so calm.
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