Windmills of my Mind

[likemy_role]

After returning from their weekend away JJ put the ring in the drawer of her bedside table. She couldn't put her thoughts away so easily. It was a long week, mostly spent in Idaho where an arsonist was burning down churches; they'd caught him, bot not before the death toll hit five. Most of her focus had been on the case, but in those few moments she could call her own her thoughts were on the ring and the answer that Dave was waiting for. He didn't mention it, but she could tell from the small looks and more distracted than usual behavior that it was heavy on his mind.

Dave had stayed late, working on reports that had piled up on his desk while they were gone. JJ had relieved the nanny and taken henry over to Garcia's for the night; she wanted some time alone with Dave. She'd started a pot roast in the crock pot that morning, and opened a bottle of wine so it could breathe; just because she couldn't drink any didn't mean that he should be denied the pleasure. There wasn't much else to do. JJ sat on the couch, but it had been a very long week and pretty soon sitting turned into laying down and 'resting' her eyes turned into a nap.

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[hell_ofa_thing]

He normally preferred to take lead as well, and liked it. He did have alpha male tendencies, after all. But times like these were rare and wonderful, and he'd enjoy it while he could.

He snagged a kiss before holding up his wrist for her to entrap.

"This should do the trick," he winked.

[likemy_role]

"Almost," she said with a laugh as the cuff clicked into place. She tightened it enough that he wouldn't be able to get it past his hand, but left it loose enough that he could move a little. A minute later she was using the cuffs from her drawer to do the same to his other hand.

"I think I need to find my camera." She sat on the bed next to him, not touching, and admired the view. God he looked good.

[hell_ofa_thing]

"And what're you gonna with those pictures, put 'em in the scrapbook?" He teased. He could tell from the look in her eyes how much she was enjoying the sight of him, though, and that felt good.

"God, you look good, kitten," he said, appreciatively.

[likemy_role]

"Or use them for blackmail," she suggested as she reached into the drawer again, this time for a bottle of scented oil. He would know that she was joking; she'd never honestly blackmail him.

"Thank you." His perception was skewed, of course, by the fact that he was aroused. Then again he always thought she looked good, which took her some time to get used to.

JJ drizzled the oil over his lower legs, slicking up her hands before starting to rub his muscles. As long as she had him all tied up there was no reason not to take her time.

[hell_ofa_thing]

He did know she wouldn't honestly blackmail him, but it was fun to tease and be teased. It was also interesting to want so desperately to touch her, but be unable to; he'd have to get creative.

When she started massaging his muscles, though, he had a hard time thinking about anything else.

He hummed a little, pleased with the sensation.

[likemy_role]

It seemed only fair to massage him once in a while, when he was so attentive with her muscles. it was also a way to touch without arousing him too much farther; she wanted this to last.

Her hands slid from his calves to the knees that sometimes gave him trouble, then to his thighs, keeping clear of his groin as she moved up to his chest.

[hell_ofa_thing]

"I'm not the only one with magic fingers," he murmured. It was true, he massaged her more than he received massages, but that made him appreciate these occasions all the more. And it was always a pleasant reminder of how talented she really was.

They had the house to themselves, she didn't have to work tomorrow; he knew this was going to be a long night, and he didn't have a single complaint. In fact, the thought made him smile.

[likemy_role]

"Oh, there will definitely be some magic tonight." Her fingers stroked the side of his neck, using her nails to tease the more sensitive skin. Fingers were followed by mouth as she swirled her tongue over his skin. Licking gave way to sucking, nails exchanged for teeth as she left a deep red mark just above where the collar of his shirt usually hit him.

"I hope you don't have any plans to go anywhere tomorrow, or maybe the next day."

[hell_ofa_thing]

He enjoyed that slightly rough side of her that came out every so often. Those little nibbles she'd perfected not only felt good, but they branded him as hers. Intentional or not, the possessiveness inherent in such an act was thrilling.

"I don't think I can go anywhere until you say so," he teased, tugging on his cuffs a little. He certainly didn't plan to go anywhere tomorrow, not if it meant being away from her. He couldn't get enough of her right now.

[likemy_role]

"Good, otherwise you'd be getting some interesting looks. You have a little something right here." She kissed the mark she'd left on him. "And your skins too dark to try and use my foundation to cover it up."

She stroked his cheek with the back of her fingers. "Besides, I'm kind of liking having a hostage. I could do anything I wanted to you."

[hell_ofa_thing]

Her touch sent delightful shivers down his spine, her words even moreso. He shifted, and the cuffs clanged against the bedrails a little. His head turned a little so he could kiss her fingers.

"Go easy on me," he spoke against her knuckles. His grin was practically devious.

[likemy_role]

"If you'd wanted easy, sir, you shouldn't have gotten yourself handcuffed." Just to prove her point she kissed him, hard, nipping at his lower lip before pulling away far enough that she wasn't touching him anymore, depriving him of more stimulation.

[hell_ofa_thing]

"So what're you gonna do to me, Agent?"

The complete loss of contact was maddening already. Oh, she knew exactly what she was doing.

[likemy_role]

"I think..." she leaned down, close to his face.

"...I'm going to..." her hair brushed against his cheek.

"...make you beg." her breath was warm against his lips, but still she didn't touch him.

[hell_ofa_thing]

He wanted her to kiss him. Badly. But he was determined to hold out as long as possible before begging. It would make for an interesting night for both of them.

He still made an attempt to shift and capture her lips.

[likemy_role]

"Nice try, buster." She moved away farther this time, just far enough that she was out of his range, and turned her back to him. After looking over her shoulder at him she bent down and slowly lowered her mouth over his erection.

[hell_ofa_thing]

He stiffened a little, then relaxed. He sucked in a breath as her mouth surrounded him. Oh, God. Considering her words, he was sure she'd suck him until he was almost to the edge, and then pull away. That would almost make him want to beg, but he'd be more likely to beg if she actually took him into herself and then pulled away; there was no feeling in the world like that, being inside of her, so completely a part of her. And if she took him in and let go, he would most certainly beg.

"Damn...Jen..."

[likemy_role]

She fully planned on making him beg, but not yet. They had hours before them, and she figured she'd give him a reminder of what he was begging for, later. She worked him with her mouth, using all the tricks she had and everything she knew to make him come.

[hell_ofa_thing]

It didn't take long after that for him to come; his hips jerked upwards a bit as the release came, and there was a long, low moan of satisfaction from him as he orgasmed, and his limbs grew heavy. That was far less torturous than he'd imagined it would be.

"God, kitten," he smiled lazily up at her.

[likemy_role]

She turned, sitting up so she could see him better, loving the look of bliss on his face. It was times like this that she really was tempted to take a picture, just for herself. She wanted to always remember what he looked like this happy.

"That," she whispered before kissing him, "was only round one."

[hell_ofa_thing]

He couldn't move his hands, but he still had use of his legs. His left one came up to stroke her calf, his right one tangling around her, ensnaring her as much as that was possible. She could get away easily if she wanted. He lingered in the kiss as long as possible.

"Gonna keep me waiting?"

[likemy_role]

"Yup. Pretty much planning on testing your patience." She stretched a little to brush her lips against the inside of one of his wrists, just below the metal of the handcuffs. She teased the skin with the tip of her tongue, just as she teased him with the side of her breast brushing against his face.

[hell_ofa_thing]

That would be where the begging part came in, then. He suspected that as soon as he turned his head to take her nipple into his mouth, she'd pull away. But he wasn't the kind of man who wouldn't at least try; so he did, turning to get at the soft flesh.

[likemy_role]

She let him suck on her nipple for a minute - this was about her as well as him - but before he could get too comfortable she pulled away. This time she got off the bed completely, leaving the room and leaving him to wonder.

A minute later she returned with a can of whipped cream in her hand.

[hell_ofa_thing]

God, she looked good. Naked before him, with a can of whipped cream. He whistled lowly, smiling appreciatively at her as she approached him.

"You are so beautiful."