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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[likemy_role]

"The job can be a little stressful," she agreed with a laugh. Little, of course, was a huge understatement.

"I never say no to a Rossi backrub, no matter what size this kid is." As much as she knew the pregnancy symptoms were only going to get harder to deal with she couldn't wait until she began to grow more, until her belly swelled and made it obvious to the world that she and Dave were having a baby together.

"I love watching them, when you use them to communicate or when you're cooking or undoing my shirt. I can't wait to see these hands of yours hold our baby." Her hand slid down his arm to touch his hand. "I love when these hands of yours are touching me too."

[hell_ofa_thing]

"Sometimes it's hard to keep my hands off of you," he confessed, with a gleam in his eye. He brushed his thumb over her knuckles. "I like your hands, too."

With his free hand, he brushed a thumb over her lips. "And your lips." His thumb stroked near her eye. "Your eyes." His fingers went through her hair. "Your mind."

[likemy_role]

"Are you trying to seduce me, David Rossi?" She rolled over on her side, facing him, careful to move slow enough that she didn't dislodge his hand from her hair.

[hell_ofa_thing]

"I wasn't aware I needed to," he teased.

He tangled his legs up with hers, ensuring they were closer. Of course, she was the only naked one at this point.

"You could help me with these clothes, though."

[likemy_role]

"You never do." She started on the buttons of his shirt, kissing his skin as it was revealed. She didn't need seduction, but the romance and compliments that he was so free with was always welcome. No one had ever treated her quite like he did.

"Better?" she asked as she undid the last button, kissing his skin just above the waistband of his boxers.

[hell_ofa_thing]

"Much," he smiled down at her. Stretching his arm just far enough, he could reach down and brush his fingers across her forehead. He could never stop touching her, whether it was skin-to-skin like this, or those little touches they shared throughout the day.

[likemy_role]

Her kisses went lower, the silk boxers not much of a barrier when she breathed warm air against his most private area. She kissed him through the silk, rubbing her mouth against him and feeling the flesh get harder. "Seems to me there might be a little more you want taken off."

[hell_ofa_thing]

The touch made his breath catch in his lungs, and he swallowed heavily. "There might be."

He loved it when she teased him like this, even when the purely physical part of his mind wanted a release immediately. He'd learned to be patient, because it always paid off tenfold.

"I think you can help with that, too."

[likemy_role]

"I might be able to do that." Before she did, though, she got up and knelt on the bed, a knee on either side of his thighs, her calves pressed against his legs. She leaned forward, her hands supporting herself on his chest as she kissed him. she shivered a little as her breasts, fuller and more sensitive now, brushed against his skin.

[hell_ofa_thing]

His hands came up to cup her face, holding her mouth to his a little bit longer. Then he trailed his hands down to her breasts, slowly stroking over her sensitive nipples.

He suddenly had an idea; she was positioned above him anyway, and they had most of the necessary equipment in the drawers beside the bed.

"I don't know if I can stay still," he confessed in a teasing tone. Hopefully she'd get the hint. He liked touching her breasts, but being tied up just meant he had more time to taste her breasts with his mouth instead.

[likemy_role]

She knew him, knew what he was implying. If possible the idea made her feel even wetter between her thighs; mostly she liked it when he was the one in control in the bedroom, but that just made the times he wasn't in control all the more fun.

"I could help you with that." There was a set of handcuffs, government issue, in each of the drawers. If Hotch ever found out what they used them for, sometimes, Dave would get an earful. It was a good thing he didn't know. She leaned over, taking the ones out of his drawer, closing one side around a bar of the wrought iron headboard.

"Need your wrist, babe."

[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.