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Taking Control	By : jekkah Category: 1 through F > Criminal Minds Views: 4360 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"You wanted to see me, Hotch?" Rossi asked, sticking his head into Hotch's office.

Hotch nodded, looking up from his paperwork. "Please, have a seat."

Rossi eyed him suspiciously. "What can I help you with, Aaron?"

"Have you noticed the changes in JJ the last couple of weeks?"

Rossi sighed. He would have had to be a moron not to notice how withdrawn she'd become, how pale her skin was, how listless her eyes appeared. She even seemed to have lost some weight. He spent a lot of energy forcing himself not to care. "I suppose."

"Okay, cut the crap, Dave," Hotch ordered, leaning forward on his desk. "I'd have to be an idiot to not know that you and JJ have been sleeping with each other the better part of a year. I've kept out of it until now because it hasn't affected the team and what you do on your off hours is your business. Whatever's happen is starting to affect the team. You've been walking around with a chip on your shoulder and JJ's concentration has been minimal at best."

"You-" Rossi's protests fell away in the wake of Hotch's stoic face. He sighed again. "It was just sex. I... wanted it to be more, but she didn't. End of story."

"I wouldn't be so sure," Hotch told him. "The two of you wouldn't be in the shape you're in if it was just sex. I'm sending you home." Hotch raised his hand to stop Rossi's protests. "It's Friday afternoon and no one's getting any work done because they're cowering from you and trying to cheer up JJ. Go home. I'll see you Monday morning."

"Fine," Rossi huffed. He scurried from Hotch's office to his own. He roughly gathered his things and stormed out of the BAU without a word to anyone.

Entering his house, Rossi immediately headed to his office where he kept the good scotch. Pouring himself a glass, he quickly downed it and refilled the glass, cursing the day he ever laid eyes on Jennifer Jareau. The glass was halfway to his mouth when the doorbell rang.

"What are you doing here?" Rossi growled, willing himself not to slam the door in JJ's face.

"Can we talk? Please?" she asked, biting her bottom lip.

Rossi opened the door the rest of the way to let her inside. "Are you going to tell me why you're here?"

JJ wrapped her arms around herself. "Hotch sent me home early."

"He sent me home early, too, so I went to my home, so again, what are you doing here?"

"I'm sorry, "JJ told him, tears in her eyes. She cringed when Rossi scoffed. "I never meant to hurt you."

Rossi folded his arms. "Well, you did, but don't worry. I'm the FBI lothario. I'll get over it. I can find sex somewhere else." He moved away from her, intending to go back to his drinking.

"Please don't turn away!" JJ begged, snatching his arm. "I love you. I love you!"

Rossi froze. "You what?"

"I was with Will for so long, I thought I loved him, but I was completely miserable. By the end, I couldn't even stand the thought of him touching me on the shoulder. I didn't want that to happen to you and me."

Tears were streaming down her face and Rossi itched to wipe them away, but he remained still.

"I knew after that first time in the truck, that I was falling for you. I've probably been falling for years, just never realizing it, too lost in a being a mother in a bad relationship to see." She took a deep breath. "I began to constantly crave your touch and I knew I had to stay away."

"Why?" he asked, despite his resolve to stay silent.

JJ ducked her head. "Because you mean too much to me to have it all far apart. When you offered your just sex deal, it took everything I had not to jump on it right away. I didn't want to appear too eager. It seemed like the perfect arrangement. I thought that if I kept it as just sex, if I didn't spend the night, didn't let you kiss me, that I could protect you; protect myself."

Rossi raised an eyebrow in confusion. "Protect us from what?"

"From me. From the disaster that has always been my love life. Can't you see that?"

"You think my love life has been a picnic? I have three divorces and countless failed relationships behind me." He stopped and swallowed. "It doesn't matter. Whatever we had or might have had is over. I'm going to take this weekend to sort my feelings out. I'll return to my regular self by Monday. I suggest you do that same."

JJ let out an anguished sob. "No! Please don't make me do that!" She furiously wiped away her tears. "I can't go back to how we were. These have been the worst few weeks of my life. I can't eat. I can't sleep. I only think about how I screwed this up."

Rossi threw his hands up in the air. "What do you want from me, JJ? You tell me that love me, but that love makes you miserable. You tell me that sex only was the perfect arrangement for you, but that you're falling apart because I can't be just that for you. I can't keep up!"

"I want you." She took a step closer to him.

"JJ-" he whispered.

She cut him off, placing a hand on his chest. "I need you. I need this. I need us."

Rossi tenderly tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. His facial features softened. "For how long?"

"I can't answer that truthfully any more than you can," JJ replied, honestly. "The question is do you still want me."

"Always. I love you," he said, truthfully. "I'm just not sure-"

She silenced him with a kiss, wrapping her hands around his neck. Rossi snaked one hand around her waist and the other into her hair. He pulled her against him, rubbing slightly. He smiled against her lips when she moaned.

"I should have done that a long time ago," JJ muttered, breaking off the kiss. "I've been an idiot."

"You have been," he agreed, causing them both to chuckle.

She sobered, running her thumbs over his lips. "I want to spend all weekend just kissing you."

"We could do that or," Rossi lifted her into his arms, "we could spend our time doing something else."

"Are you sure?" she asked him, timidly.

Rossi paused in his destination to the stairs. "I may be a fool, but I'm not going to let this opportunity slip by."

JJ gripped tightly onto his shoulders. "I'm not going to make a fool out of you, Dave. If it takes the rest of my life to make you believe that, then that's what I'm going to do."

"I'll hold you to that, but for now," he leaned down to kiss, thrilled to his toes when she didn't tense, but pushed into him, "I have other plans."

He carried her up the stairs and to his bedroom, laying her down in the center of his large bed. He crawled in after her, kneeling beside her. Slowly, he unbuttoned her blouse, swatting away her hands when she tried to help. JJ pouted at him. Rossi simply smirked at her, pushing her blouse open to reveal her creamy skin. He bent down and blew a line of hot breath across her stomach.

"That tickles!" JJ complained, slapping him on the arm.

"That's not all that's going to tickle," he mumbled in her ear. He shimmied down the bed, unbuttoning her pants and drawing down her zipper. Rossi grabbed the black pants and pulled them down her legs, pausing only long enough to remove her shoes and socks before tossing her pants and underwear into the corner of the room.

He looked back up at her to find that she had removed her blouse and bra without him noticing. He chuckled at her stealthiness. Rossi stood from the bed, swiftly undressing. He inched his way back onto the bed, placing kisses on her right leg while running his fingers over her left. Rossi moved up her thighs, used his teeth to graze her hip, and ran his tongue in circles over her stomach. He paused at her breasts, relishing the feel of her nipples under his tongue and fingers.

Not content to lay back while he did all the work, JJ scraped her fingernails against his scalp. She scratched her way down his back, smiling when he shivered. JJ moved over his thigh. She encased her delicate hand around his staff at the same time Rossi caressed her nub. They both called out at the same time, surprised.

"No more teasing, Dave," JJ panted after a few minutes. "I want to feel you. Now."

Rossi nodded, not trusting his voice. He moved over her, nestling between her legs. He sucked on her neck as he used a hand to guide himself into her, stretching her to accommodate his girth. JJ put her hands on either side of his head and pulled him from her neck.

She smiled, her eyes never leaving his. "Kiss me."

Rossi licked his lips before plundering her mouth, sliding his tongue against hers. He remained pressed against her, thrilled to just kiss her for now. JJ wrapped her legs around his, causing him to slip deeper into her. He groaned at the friction.

"I have to- I have to-" Rossi stuttered.

"Do it," she nodded, "but go slow. I want to see your eyes."

Rossi nodded. He moved in and out of her, only breaking eye contact to kiss her. He felt a ball of fire deep in his gut and threw up a thanks that her deep groans and jerky movements meant that JJ was close, too.

"Oh, God. JJ. Oh, God." Rossi moaned.

"Oh, Dave!" JJ cried out as the orgasm overwhelmed her. She threw her head against the pillow as Rossi collapsed upon her, his own release taking over his body. He laid there with his head against her shoulder, trying to regain his breathe while they both continued to twitch.

When he no longer felt like jelly, Rossi rolled off of her, laying beside her, close enough to touch her, but not restricting her so that she could leave if she choose. He smiled when she curled up, throwing a leg between his two. JJ placed a kiss on his chest over his heart and another on his lips.

"I love you," she told him. "I'm not going anywhere. At least, not this weekend."

Rossi kissed her forehead, holding her close to him. "That's good because I have lots of plans for you over the next few days."

JJ sighed, blissfully. "What do you say to joining Henry and me for dinner Monday night?"

"I think that sounds wonderful."

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