Windmills of my Mind

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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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[likemy_role]

Three words, and all thoughts to teasing him until he begged were gone. As fun as it was all the teasing in general was gone when he looked at her like that. There were times when the look in his eyes could make her do anything, because she wanted to hold onto the feeling she had when he looked at her like that. it was like the whole world could be incinerated and he wouldn't care as long as he could look at her.

No one had ever looked at her like that before. The first time she'd seen that expression in his eyes she had, quite literally, walked into a wall.

"You have me. Forever." She caressed both of his cheeks, kissing his lips gently as she straddled him, feeling the physical proof of his need hard against her belly.

[hell_ofa_thing]

"Jen," he moaned her name like he was giving confession, and this was his last hope for salvation. It wasn't far from the truth, in some ways. Years ago, when they'd first started seeing each other, he'd worried about how this could work, worried about all of his baggage and scars, the damage that had been done by past loves, and how it had broken him. But now, with her straddling him, telling him he had her, he'd never believed anything more.

"I love you," he whispered, bucking his hips a little.

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"I never knew how much that could mean." She slid her hand down his chest, past his naval, finding his erection and stroking it once before guiding him to her entrance. With her eyes closed she could feel him, stretching her as she teased the both of him. It wasn't enough.

"I want to feel all of you, now. Fill me completely." She spread her legs a little wider, but gave him the control this time.

[hell_ofa_thing]

"Always," he swore, doing just as she'd asked. He canted his hips, pushing further into her. His legs wove through hers, keeping her tethered to him as he filled her. Nothing had ever felt as good as this, nothing ever would. He'd made love in his life, he had a reputation for a reason, but this feeling was unrivaled. He'd never in his life felt as connected to another person as he did with JJ.

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Her attention had been so hyper focused on him that she hadn't realized just how aroused she was, her nerves screaming as her body stretched to accommodate him.

"Fuck," she moaned, so low that it was barely audible. Already a tremor swept through her body, catching her breath.

[hell_ofa_thing]

His hip jerked up, applying more pressure, then sunk down, then jerked up again. Oftentimes, that worked best for her: generating friction, pulling back, then generating more friction. He knew he was close to the edge, but he kept his eyes open, wanting to watch every single moment of her pleasure.

"What do you need, baby? Harder, faster?" He knew what she needed, but he liked hearing the words sometimes, hearing her tell him how much she needed him, too.

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"Not yet." She shook her head, not wanting this to be over too quickly. She took a deep breath and tried to think about something other then how good he felt inside of her and how much pleasure he was about to cause. "I want to savor this precipice."

[hell_ofa_thing]

If she wanted to savor it, he'd have to stay relatively still. He could feel how close he was, and imagined she was nearing the edge herself. Any more thrusts or movements would just bring them that much closer.

His hands involuntarily jerked in the cuffs again, forgetting for a brief moment that he couldn't reach up and touch her.

"We can stay here as long as you want," he swore.