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Title: The Fulcrum
Author: gaiajanvier
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: DR/PG/AH
Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds; the recognizable characters are property of CBS. I am making no money from this little writing exercise; I am simply learning to improve my writing skills.

Chapter 4: Truck Stop Delight
Muse Music: U2-Mysterious Ways

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At precisely eight am, Garcia looked out her window to see a black SUV pulling up to the curb. She had chosen a very boring black scoop necked sheath dress, which she dressed up with a chunky silver and turquoise necklace with the pendant nestled in her cleavage. At first, the dress had been rejected for showing off too much of “the girls”, but she had decided that wearing the only thing that covered her chest completely was a long sleeved top that made her look like a giant sausage.

As the black suit clad (was the thing welded to him or something?) man knocked at the door, she was sliding on her shoes-very cute and high –heeled, but completely unsuitable for walking.

The SUV smelled like coffee, and a whiff of Hotch’s cologne. She grinned as she turned in her seat to put her purse in the back and saw three French fries wedged in by the car seat.

“So how was the signing with Rossi yesterday?” Hotch was guiding the vehicle onto the road, careful to use his mirrors. Honestly, the man was so by the book. She looked away so as not to blush. She could feel him against her; his body firm as he kissed her.

“It was fine. Those women are insane-I’ll bet ten of them tried to kiss him, and he had a box full of phone numbers and business cards by the end of the signing.”

“What did he do with them?” Hotch glanced away from the road quickly.

“He burned them in his fireplace.” Right before he kissed me, she thought.

“So you were in his house in front of a roaring fire. “ His voice was flat, and she sensed a great deal of disapproval.

“It wasn’t a roaring fire, we burned a small box in a cold fireplace. For heavens sake, Hotch. It’s the middle of summer.”

His mouth tightened into an angry line. She saw him deliberately relax his shoulders.

“ I hope Rossi didn’t take up with a book tour groupie. He used to do that quite often. I think that he goes on a bit of a power trip-he’s practically treated like a rock star in some circles.”

“He certainly acts differently. It’s not bad; it’s just different.”

Hotch looked straight ahead. “Fascinating.”

Garcia sighed and looked out the window.

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The meeting was actually fairly interesting.

The topic was the prevention of child abduction, throwing out the utterly ineffective current program and coming up with a more effective program to prevent children from being targeted. Hotch presented the FBI’s new program geared toward teaching children to be wary of strangers, while understanding that most abductions are by someone known to the child.

Garcia stood next to Hotch as he answered questions about the role the FBI played, and she was able to answer questions about new software programs. Hotch was the consummate professional, and looked on with pride when Garcia was asked a question by one Director after another and never got tripped up.

Finally, it was over.

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Garcia climbed into the SUV, kicking her shoes off. She loved the peep toe heels, but they were a nightmare after standing for more than an hour. She had actually had to hold on to Hotch for support for the trip across the parking lot. She sighed with relief and kicked off her shoes. Hotch climbed in and chuckled at her expression.

“I have never understood why women wear shoes that practically cripple them. You are going to have to drive partway; I need to talk to Strauss.”

“Says the man welded into his black suits. It’s 100 degrees out and you are in layers of clothes. I don’t know how you can stand it.” Garcia snapped as she unwrapped her scarf and tossed it into the back seat. She turned to look in the back, turning back when she heard Hotch hiss. She turned on the AC and looked dubiously at the dials and buttons in front of her. This was going to be like piloting an aircraft. She moved the seat forward, and then forward again. Hotch chuckled.

“What?” she asked.

Hotch shook his head and removed his jacket, folding it neatly on the backseat. He then pulled off his tie and unbuttoned the first two shirt buttons on the long sleeved shirt. As Garcia cranked the air conditioning, she saw him loosen his shirt cuffs, carefully slipping the cuff links she bought him for Christmas into his pocket.

“Better?”

“Don’t you feel better? You looked really hot.” When he raised an eyebrow, she blushed. “You know what I mean.”

“So, I shouldn’t look hot. Should I look like a middle aged man with a beer belly?”

She rolled her eyes. “You know what I mean. Don’t you feel better now?” You can actually move.” She grinned as he reached out and tucked a loose curl behind her ear.

“Somewhat.” He grinned again as she carefully pulled out of the parking space. Confident she would be okay, he pulled out his phone to dial Strauss.
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They were flying through the darkness down the highway. The two occupants in the SUV were lost in their own thoughts, and the guitar of Amos Lee played quietly in the background.

“I was really very pleased with the way you handled yourself tonight. Part of the reason we all wanted to have you in this position is because you have different ideas and links to the community that we don’t. Plus, you can be very persuasive when you believe in something.”

The darkness of the SUV hid her blush and she grinned as she drove. They were quiet for a while, and she grinned when he took her hand. “Have you moved on since you broke up with Kevin?” he asked. She stiffened slightly before answering.

“I had emotionally moved on from Kevin before we broke up. He’s a good person, but he just has different goals than I do. Our goals were incompatible.”

“Quite honestly, and forgive me for being so blunt, I’m not entirely sure what you saw in him. You seem to have very little in common. Does he have secret depths none of us have seen?”

For one brief second, Garcia saw red. Who was he to comment on her relationship with anyone? First off, he was divorced and had just gotten out of a disastrous relationship with Beth. He was obsessive and stoic and she had no real desire to answer him.

He seemed to sense this. “I’m asking for a reason, Garcia. I’m not trying to embarrass you.”

“Kevin and I got on quite well. He just wanted to get married, have children and live in the country. I’m not ready for that. To answer your question, I’m not dating anyone. Reid has offered to help me out with any…urges I might have, but I’m not going to take him up on it. I’m actually used to being on my own.” Her voice was faint.

“You don’t have to be in a relationship to get your…urges taken care of. I’m sure Reid would be able to help you out, but there are other options.” He gestured to an all-night diner ahead on the right. “Do you want to stop there for dinner? I can explain my proposal then.” She nodded and put on her turn signal.

The diner was brightly lit and virtually empty. Hotch had followed Garcia to a corner booth, his hand on her lower back. After glancing at menus, they both ordered BLTs with fries and sodas. It was several minutes after their food arrived before Hotch brought up the issue.

“Garcia, we are both adults, so I am going to try to be as open with you as I can. I have spent most of my adult life in one kind of long term relationship or another. The exception was several years ago when Haley and I had separated for about six months and then the period after I got divorced and before the whole Foyet mess. My recent relationship with Beth was an unconscious attempt, I think, to show the world that I was back to normal.”

“Okay, but what does that have to do with anything?” She had a niggling feeling in her belly, and she put down her fork. She had a flash of suspicion as to where this was going. Unfortunately, she had no idea what her response would be. She looked back at Hotch as he began to speak again.

“What I failed to realize, until I had been with Beth for about six months, was that I didn’t really want to be in a serious relationship. I don’t want to be Derek Morgan in terms of his casual relationships, but I’m not looking for a long term love at this point. Jack is my priority, and our relationship is what is most important. When I realized that he wasn’t particularly fond of Beth, I was able to break it off without regret.”

She nodded in understanding, and waited patiently for Hotch to get to the point. They ordered a pot of coffee and Hotch paid the bill; an unspoken cue to the waitress that they wanted privacy. She moved away to wait on a group of newly arrived truck drivers.

“As I was saying, it is important to me to provide a stable base for Jack, and I have absolutely no interest in going back on the dating scene. At the same time, I am young enough to want an active sex life and a professional interest in keeping it private. If I understood you correctly earlier, you have no interest in being a wife any time in the near future either. So what I am proposing is that we have a different sort of relationship than we do currently. “

Garcia nearly dropped her coffee cup. Dear god, he wanted to be her “friend with benefits.” The fact that they were discussing it like some sort of negotiation made her grin.

“So you want to have no-strings sex with me.” Her voice was deliberately quiet, in order to stay out of earshot of the waitress.

“Garcia, we have been friends and colleagues for years. I don’t think it is possible for us to have a truly no-strings relationship. You can date other people, although I would prefer not to have you embark on any sort of serious relationship with someone else.   I would be free to date as well, although I don’t think I would need to. We could get together as often as we both agree to with our schedules, say three days a week to start with?”

To start with? Garcia blinked. How often did he think they were going to work up to? She and Kevin were only together one or two days a week, ever. And this was Hotch, her insanely hot boss, asking her to be his dirty little secret.

“Hotch, I have never had any kind of intimate relationship with a co-worker, much less a boss. I’m not saying no, but I may need some time to think about it.” Garcia reached out to pat his hand, but he took control of it and drew her hand to his lips, pressing a kiss into the back.

“Penelope, I have never looked at you as an inferior. I suppose I am technically your superior, but I have always viewed you as an equal. I didn’t ask you because I see myself as above you; quite the contrary. I have learned over the years that I prefer strong, beautiful women, and the idea that I could give you pleasure excites me as well. Am I wrong, or do you find me attractive?”

“You’re not wrong, Hotch.   I just think I need to have a few days to think about it. I don’t even know what you like sexually, and we could be completely incompatible.” Before she had finished speaking, Hotch slid out of the booth and pulled her to her feet. She opened her mouth to speak, but was cut off as his lips took hers and she was pulled into his embrace.

Fireworks exploded in her mind. Her hands slid into his hair and she was pulled flush against his body. Garcia could feel firm flesh against her stomach and she realized she was feeling …oh, dear god. They broke the kiss, breathing hard. It wasn’t until Garcia heard the whistles and catcalls from the truckers that she woke from her lust enduced fog.

“Would you like to argue whether we are compatible?” Hotch whispered in her ear. She shook her head, and the two left the restaurant to applause. His hand slipped into hers, and her blush deepened as they made their way toward the SUV. To her surprise, he pulled her toward the rear of the vehicle, kissing her deeply before he opened the rear door. Reaching in, he grabbed his suit jacket and lay it on the edge before lifting her on to it and kissing her again, situating himself to stand between her legs.

Garcia broke the kiss as Hotch slipped her skirt up, exposing the top of her stockings. The cool air on her thighs brought her to her senses and she pushed him away gently.

“Hotch, I am not having sex with you right now. I need time.” Time to sort out what in the world was going on. Quite honestly, she couldn’t believe her life was taking this turn. From being the woman no one seemed to want to having the attention of two successful alpha males was bizarre, but she was hesitant to look a gift horse in the mouth.

“Not even a little bit of sex?” he teased. “I was rather hoping to audition for my lovely lady tonight, show off some of my skills.” He reached out and took the pins out of her hair, letting it fall down to her shoulders. “Of course, if you wanted to show me any of your hidden talents, I would be very interested.”

She grinned at him. “May I ask what skills you possess that you would like to show me? I have already experienced your audience approved kissing ability. What more could you possibly want to show me?” She tipped her head up and kissed him, and he groaned as she inadvertently brushed against his sensitive cock. She knew he was insanely aroused, and she knew if she didn’t do something to relax him, Hotch would find a way to get her to agree to sex.   He was nothing if not focused when he wanted something. Of course, if she gave in just a little, he may reciprocate. This might be fun. But first, she had to get a plan together quickly.

Hotch grinned as he saw the wheels turning in her head. He knew she meant it when she said that she didn’t want to have sex. However, he also knew that he needed to get off desperately, and he was hoping they might find an agreeable alternative. Through his peripheral vision, he saw that several of the truckers had moved to the windows, so they still had an audience. He needed to keep Garcia from noticing; he doubted that she would be much of an exhibitionist. She stood and closed the door to the rear of the SUV and led him around to a bench. It was in view of the diner, but perpendicular to it, near some trees. She leaned forward and kissed him, and he took the opportunity to lift her skirt and expose the tops of her stockings and her blue bikini panties. He caressed the flesh, kneading her cheeks as he claimed her mouth. He could feel she was aroused, and got an inspired idea. The thought of doing this in front of others was insanely arousing and he felt himself get even harder.

“Let me see your breasts, Garcia. Take off that top and let me see those pink nipples I see poking through the silk.” She couldn’t see the truckers, and they could only see her from the side. She pulled off the scoop necked blouse to reveal a lacy royal blue bra. She hesitated.

“Take off the bra, Garcia. The warm air on your breasts will be fantastic.”

“Slowly, she unhooked the bra and slipped it off, baring her milky white skin to the night sky. He moved forward and devoured her breasts, nipping and sucking on the nipples. She moaned and threw her head back, unknowingly putting on a show as he lavished attention on them. She reached down to stroke his cock through his trousers, and he knew he made some sort of sound. Releasing her nipple with a wet “pop”, he slid his hand down to her soaking panties. He would feast on her later; no doubt Lynch had been such a mediocre fuck that he hadn’t known how to go down on a woman properly. Then, she would be his to play with.

He knew Rossi was either already making moves on her, or was going to. He was a kinky fucker, but he and Hotch had memorably shared a woman in the past when he had been separated. She had been decent, but Garcia would be a true treasure. She was so unsure of herself, so inhibited. Between himself and Rossi, they could coax the inner hellcat out of her cave and make her roar. She was a passionate woman by nature and he was sure that with the right teaching and attention she would come into her power. Of course, she would prefer Hotch. He would make sure of it.

Turning back to the task at hand, he slipped a finger into her panties and inside her inner lips. She made a mewl of surprise and he kissed her again to keep her quiet. He was willing to bet she was a screamer. Slowly, he caressed her clit, feeling her become more and more wet. He didn’t want her to come yet, and he stopped, sliding his hand out from her panties.

“Suck me, Garcia. I’m ready to explode, I’m so hard.”

She dropped to her knees immediately, which made him realize she had been thinking along the same lines. Shaking hands worked at his fly, and he helped her with the buckle of his trouser, pulling out his cock, dark pink and in need of attention. As she engulfed his cock with those full, glossy painted red lips, he leaned back, trying not to shoot off too early. She seemed to have only one mode: quick deep sucking that felt good, but he needed more.

“Can I tell you what I like?” She released him and nodded. For the next ten minutes, he coached her, teaching her to lick along the ridge of the shaft and the underside of the tip. She slowed down her speed and he decided those long deep sucks were his favorite, especially when he could feel himself at the back of her throat as she struggled to relax it.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that the audience had grown, and slipped his hand in her hair. Twisting it and moving it out of her way improved his view, and he closed his eyes as he felt his orgasm coming. He felt the heaviness in his balls that always signaled impending release.

“Garcia, I’m going to come. Unless you want to swallow, you’ll need to stop.” She kept going, and seconds later he exploded with a hoarse cry, as his cock jerked in her mouth. He watched her struggle to take his load, and reached for his handkerchief to wipe up the mess running down her chin and on to her breasts. She was a natural, and very teachable. He wiped at her mouth and she looked utterly ashamed of herself.

Shit.

“Baby, you are so fucking amazing. You have no idea how much I need you. Move over onto the bench and I’ll show you.” She shook her head, and she saw tears in her eyes. “Baby… Garcia, what’s wrong?”

“I’m a slut.” He tried hard not to laugh. She was really worried about this; it was obvious. “Baby, you couldn’t be a slut if you tried. Why would you think that?” She looked away from him.

He helped her to her feet and led her to the passenger seat of the SUV away from prying eyes. At that moment, he felt like slime. He had wanted to feel the thrill of having an audience, and had been so needy that he had completely disregarded that she would be embarrassed or that her self -esteem was still so low, she would feel used.   Now he needed damage control. He had been paying so much attention to what he needed that he had forgotten that she needed to be shown what an incredible woman she was. After helping her into the car and climbing in behind the steering wheel, they pulled off into the night. He needed to salvage this; he couldn’t lose her.

At her apartment, he parked and walked her to the door. The trip had been mostly silent, and he was beginning to panic slightly. “Can I come in? I promise, I won’t ask you to do anything.” She nodded and let him in. He followed her in, taking in the purple velvet camel backed couch in the living room and the starburst mirror above a trio of vintage suitcases. Unexpected, but beautiful. That was Garcia.

“Say something, Garcia. Please.” He reached out to her, and to his surprise, she wrapped her arms around him and held him. “tell me what you need, baby.”

She shook her head, but finally spoke. “I don’t think what I want would be in any agreement that involves no strings.”

“Garcia, any agreement wouldn’t just be about me. I want you to find pleasure in me as well. Honestly, what happened earlier was not planned. I had hoped to come back here and spend the evening with my head between your legs, but I just got carried away earlier. I am so sorry if I hurt you. Tell me how to fix this between us.”

She seemed to firm her resolve. Pulling away from him, she stiffened her back. “I am going to go take a shower, and when I come out I am going to bed. Since you asked, what I would like is to come out and have you waiting for me in my bed, ready to grovel. I know most men don’t like going down on women, so if you prefer, you could hold me until I fall asleep. I’m not sure if you’d be willing to do that, but since you asked…”

Hotch tried not to snarl. He wanted to hunt that fucker Lynch down and beat him senseless for teaching her to tolerate shitty sex. What kind of man even hinted to his lover that he didn’t want to taste her? He made up his mind. He was going to rock Garcia’s world so severely she would pass out from pleasure. Then, tomorrow morning she would wake up in his arms and he would do it again.

“I’ll be waiting, baby. Hurry back to me.” He saw her stare at him in disbelief, before shaking her head and walking into the bathroom.

Garcia sighed as she came down from the most powerful climax she had ever experienced. She hoped she hadn’t screamed this time. She felt Hotch chuckle as he kissed her belly, waiting for her to relax so he could start all over again.

She had been humiliated when she had sucked Hotch off in the parking lot. Her mother’s voice had been running through her mind, telling her that only sluts who couldn’t control themselves did things outside of a bedroom. She had been wallowing in misery and disgusted that she was even considering taking Hotch up on his deal.

Yet, after she had come out of her shower, Hotch had been a man of his word. He had dried her hair with a towel, before brushing it out. Then he had claimed her lotion and had massaged it into every part of her so thoroughly, she felt as though her bones had all dissolved. Then, he had kissed and licked every part of her body until she was deliciously on edge. For the last half hour, he had been lavishing attention between her legs, stroking with his tongue and fingers until she was ready to explode. Then he would bring her to orgasm, wait for her to relax and then start again. She wasn’t entirely sure she could survive another climax like the last one-why had she never known sex could be like this?

“Hotch, please stop. Come up here and hold me.” He complied instantly, and she smiled as she smelled sweat and cologne, and that scent that was uniquely Hotch. She snuggled close to him and he didn’t protest, just pulled the blankets up around them before wrapping her in his arms.

“That was amazing. I think it’s been more than a year than anyone has done that. Kevin told me I tasted funny, so I didn’t ask him anymore.” She didn’t have the energy to be embarrassed, so she just smiled as Hotch turned her toward him and kissed her deeply.

“I have your delicious juices all over my face and tongue. Do you think you taste funny?” He kissed her again, and she shook her head. The taste was unique, but not really bad. It certainly didn’t seem to offend Hotch.

“I think that Kevin managed to convince you of a lot of things that weren’t true. My plan is to correct your thinking. You are a beautiful, intelligent, powerful woman. Don’t let anyone tell you differently.”

She wanted to argue, to defend Kevin for some misguided reason. But she found she couldn’t. She just snuggled into Hotch and fell asleep, exhausted and at peace.

Coming up next: Garcia and Buzzzzzzzz
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