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 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."

[likemy_role]

"You're just saying that because I have the keys to the handcuffs." JJ laughed as she walked towards the bed, shaking the can of whipped cream as she went.

[hell_ofa_thing]

She'd gotten a little better about reacting to him when he complimented her appearance, but she still deflected it before her mind could allow her to absorb the words as truth. He'd never stop saying it, though, because it would always be true.

"You could keep me tied up here all night if it meant I got to look at you."

[likemy_role]

"You might want to be careful what you say, Dave. I might just sit her on the edge of the bed and let you watch me while I eat this whole can of whipped cream." She squirted a little on the inside of her arm and made a show of slowly lapping it up.

"Or I might really take you at your word and let you just watching while I take care of myself." She sat back down on the bed, legs spread, her meaning blatantly obvious. She wondered just how long he would last, a show like that, without begging. The one time she'd stood in the doorway to the bathroom in nothing but see through lace and touched herself between the legs, teasing him, he'd been across the room in seconds. He'd taken her right there against the wall before she'd even caught her breath. She still caught herself fantasizing about that night.

[hell_ofa_thing]

He shouldn't have been so surprised at how utterly devious she could be, but she had certainly reached a new level tonight. Watching her lick whipped cream off her own skin, and then pleasure herself while he was physically unable to do so was surely going to drive him mad. Which was her intention.

"That would feel better if I was doing it," he asserted. Sure, he sounded full of himself, but that shouldn't surprise her. And they both knew how much she enjoyed having his hands and lips all over her body.