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G-Man and Danger	By : tbird1965 Category: 1 through F > Criminal Minds Views: 5304 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-G-Man and Danger
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Chapter 11
- 12-Chapter 12
- 13-Chapter 13
- 14-Chapter 14
- 15-Chapter 15
- 16-Chapter 16
- 17-Chapter 17
- 18-Chapter 18
- 19-Chapter 19
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Hotch started to speak again. He stopped when Jazzy reached up and clamped her hand over his mouth. "Don't." she whispered.
"Don't what?" he asked, his words muffled against the palm of her hand.
"Don't. I just had an absolutely amazing sexual experience with a handsome, sexy and mysterious man. Don't spoil that for me by making me think you feel bad or..." her voice trailed off.
"Or what, Jazzy?" Hotch's lips tickled her palm.
She signed deeply and remained quiet.
Hotch reached up and gently removed her hand, he kissed her palm. "Guilty?"
Her head lay on his chest and he felt her nod.
He held her and stroked her back with the his fingertips. Finally he spoke, "But I don't."
"Don't what?"
"Feel guilty. I mean, I thought I would, but I don't. I feel good." Hotch smiled in the dark and hugged her tightly to him, "So. You think I'm sexy and mysterious, do you?" he teased.
Jazzy raised up on her arms and stared at him incredulously, "For someone who claims to work at Quantico, you sure are dense."
"I have my own office and everything." He teased, gently kissing her lips.
"Mmmmm, your own office." Jazzy murmured into his lips. "You sound important."
"Very." he said, his tongue entering her mouth in a passionate kiss.
They held each other and kissed gently, passionately, rubbing each other softly and exploring every inch of each other bodies. They licked, nibbled and kissed. Opening her eyes, Jazzy became aware of a faint light entering in the room. "Hey." she whispered. "Wanna go watch the sunrise?"
He smiled up at her and nodded. Jumping naked from the bed, they walked to the deck. Jazzy grabbed an old quilt and carried it with her to the railing. She handed it back to Hotch and he wrapped them both in it, his naked front pressed against her naked back. He hugged her tightly around the waist. "Wow." he sighed. "It's beautiful out here."
She nodded.
Aaron stared out at the ocean and felt the warmth of the woman in his arms. He watched as the darkness slowly disappeared in the misty light. He sighed as he watched the waves breaking on the white sand. Suddenly he saw large black bodies and dorsal fins skimming the surface of the water. He pointed, "Jazzy are those what I think they are?" he asked.
She looked, "Yep. Dolphins. They come this way almost every morning at sunrise. I love to watch them."
Hotch turned her around and kissed her deeply, he slowly lowered the quilt away from her shoulders and dropped it down on the railing. Staring intently at her, he placed his hand between her breasts and pushed her gently back. She leaned against the rail, the cool breeze gently caressing her naked skin. He gently kissed each of her breasts, flicking her nipples with his tongue. Slowly kneeling, he continued kissing down her belly. Once on his knees, he smiled up at her and slid his hand between her legs, nudging them apart. Jazzy took a small side step and looked down at him. "Aaron? What are you doing?" she asked.
"This." he said, sliding his tongue up her thigh and to her center. She gasped as he took a small lick.
Jazzy shifted her legs apart further, ''Oh," she groaned. "I like this."
"I thought you might." he whispered, his tongue lapping at her core. He listened to the noises she was making, somewhere between a purr and a growl and his cock grew harder. His tongue lapped at her clit and he gently held her by the waist, he could feel the muscles in her legs quivering. As she begin to pant, he quickened his pace. He felt her whole body tense at the moment of orgasm and a small hissing escaped her lips. As the muscles in her body slowly unclenched, she bonelessly placed her hands on the top of his head and moaned his name "Aaron."
He stood up and wrapped his arms around her, holding her up. "Can you walk?" he asked. She shook her head against his chest.
Effortlessly, he swung her up into his arms and carried her into the house. He laid her spread eagle across the bed. Staring intently into her eyes, he crawled up her and slowly entered her body. Holding himself up by the arms, began to move slowly in and out, his eyes never leaving hers. She placed her hands lightly on his sides and stared back at him, their eyes riveted together. They moved like that together, creating a maddening friction between them. She bit down on her lip as he begin to pick up his pace. Her nerve endings where still tingling from the activity on the deck and she was getting close to coming again. Aaron's own orgasm began as he felt her tighten around his cock and he knew she was coming. Never taking their eyes off each other, they came together, riding out waves of passion.
Aaron stayed poised above her, staring down.
"Holy shit." she whispered, "What was that?"
Hotch lifted himself off and flopped down beside her, panting a little. "Wow."
As his breathing slowed, Aaron slowly drifted off to sleep. Jazzy curled up in a ball, her butt pressed against his side and she drifted off as well.

Aaron woke up and blinked his eyes against the bright sun light in the room. He could feel Jazzy's warm butt pressed against his side. He glanced down and watched her sleep, she was curled up in a ball with her hands under her chin. He smiled, surprised at the feelings of affection he felt for her.
He was equally surprised at the lack of guilt he felt. In the past, whenever he had taken his cock in hand and masturbated to fantasies of JJ or Prentiss naked and writhing beneath him, he had always been wracked with guilt as if somehow he had betrayed his marriage vows. Maybe they are just too close, he thought, too much like family. But he also remembered the few times he had joined his team at bars, Morgan pointing out this girl or that, urging him to approach one. Even the thought of it had made him feel like a cheating husband. Why didn't he feel like that now? Why did this feel so good, so right?
Aaron knew he would always feel guilty about Haley's death. There were times when he wished with all his heart that he had made the deal with Foyet and she was still alive. But he knew this was his own Catch 22. If he'd made the deal and Haley was still alive, he would hate himself for making a deal with a killer. There was no right answer to the scenario. He remembered the last thing that Haley had said to him, 'promise me you will show Jack that you're not so serious, that you can laugh and be funny'. He hadn't lived up to the promise. Not at all. If anything, he had gotten more serious. He glanced down at Jazzy again. He had laughed and smiled more in the last day and a half then he had in the past 3 years.
Hotch's team might be surprised to find that underneath their boss's gruff, serious and sometimes bullying persona lurked a romantic heart. He believed in love at first sight, he believed in the hand's of fate. Maybe his first love had guided him to this very place, at this very time, so he could meet this very woman and learn to smile again. He sighed, he didn't know, but he knew he didn't want to shy away from it either.
Hotch felt Jazzy gently stir at his side. She looked at him and yawned, "Why so serious G-man?"
He smiled, "I was just wondering what time you need to get up to get ready to go to the bar?"
"I don't." she said, stretching both arms over her head.
"What do you mean?" Aaron asked.
Jazzy looked at him bemused, "What do you mean 'what do I mean'? I don't have to get up, it's Sunday. We don't play on Sunday's or Monday's." She stared in wonder as Hotch's face broke into a goofy grin. "Why do you suddenly look like a kid on Christmas morning?" she asked, warily.
Aaron was up on his hands and knees, leaning over her. "So we could stay in bed all day and have sex?"
She nodded her head, "Sure, if you want."
"We could go swimming in the ocean?" he prodded.
"Yeah," she nodded, "that's an option."
We could just walk on the beach?" he asked.
She nodded her head again, becoming amused at his excitement.
"We could make love on the beach?"
Jazzy hesitated, "Well, if you don't mind people watching and sand in your butt crack, I guess we could." she laughed. "You act like you've never had a day off?"
"I haven't. Well, not many." He said shaking his head, "And I've never had one on a beach with absolutely nothing to do and no where to go."
"Well then G-man," Jazzy said, hugging him, "the next two days are yours. Hey, speaking of that, when are you going to go back to work? I'm sure the FBI has just turned into Sodom and Gomorrah without you there."
"I'll probably head back Tuesday when you go to the bar" he said, hastily adding, "if that's alright with you? If you're not sick of me yet."
She kissed him on the lips. "I'm not sick of you yet G-man." she whispered. Sitting up in bed, she clapped her hands. "So, what do you want to do first?"
"Eat. I'm starving."
So during the next two days, Aaron and Jazzy just enjoyed each other. They showered together, leisurely washing each other while staring out at the ocean. They walked on the beach, holding hands. They ate at the local diner, talking non stop and sharing their lives with each other. Jazzy told him about her college days and being the only female in an all male jazz band. He laughed when she told him about a New Year's eve when a lesbian wouldn't stop hitting on her. Aaron told her about his team, Derek and his flirting ways and his propensity for kicking in doors, Garcia's amazing ability to find any information anywhere and her wonderful wit. He told her about Spencer's statistics, Eidetic memory and his shyness.
They chased each other on the beach and played in the ocean surf like kids, splashing each other with water. They built a small fire on the beach and made out like teenagers. Hotch had soon realized the impracticality of making love on the beach when Jazzy pointed out the surrounding hotels and windows, but he did bring her to a panting orgasm, his hand down the front of her sweat pants.
And they made love, over and over again in her bed. It was just after one of those couplings that Aaron's cell phone rang. He reached over and flipped it open, automatically setting it to speaker. "Hotchner." he said briskly into the phone.
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