Chapter 3: Jennifer Jareau Tells All… well… most of it.
Do you wanna know what really happened? I'm sure you have some ideas in your head that you wouldn't say out loud when there were children present, but they're probably not true. I mean, we didn't do anything serious like screw each other, or have him finger me. I mean, I at least kept my pants on.
OK, so, back to my seductive mistake. I stood there for a split second, my back facing him, wondering what I should do. Should I leave? I mean, I really didn't want to go, but I didn't want him to think I was a slut either. Then, a sudden flashback hit of my purpose for coming here: life was too short to not go after what you wanted. "Oh, what the hell, why not?" I thought to myself as I exited the realm of thought, armed with my decision.
I whipped around to face him with a seductive look on my face, as to make him believe that the comment was meant to be inflicted in a rather seductive tone. I licked my lips.
"Or maybe not." I purred at him, seeing his eyes light up like a predator in search of his most favorite type of prey, and then, winking at him, asked, "Do you want me to leave?"
Words were not necessary as he dashed over to me and we started to kiss, each one of us opening our mouths wide as our tongues wrestled for control, hugging each other so tightly that I could…. Well, I could tell you FOR SURE that he was interested, if you know what I mean. We stood there kissing and kissing, and suddenly, his hands started to move. They moved down and down until they were cupping my ass, and then back up again, up my shirt as he grabbed my waist and lifted me onto him, me hugging his neck as we still kissed, only stopping once for a second to invite some oxygen in with us. His hands raced up my back, feeling underneath my bra clasp and moving further apart toward the front. He cupped my breasts in his hand, kissing me more and more.
And then, the phone rang…..
I hopped off of him and he took his hands away.
Hotch's POV:
"Dave." I grumbled under my breath, picking up the phone. "Hey, Dave."
"Hey, Aaron." He spouted back. "Just wanted to see how the case went today. Hope I wasn't interrupting anything important."
"No, I, actually, I was just in the shower."
"With who?" Rossi teased, a hint of meaning behind his voice.
"With WHO?" I asked back, trying to channel my fear into an emotion of being taken aback. If anyone found out about this, it would be Rossi.
"Well, you're there. Alone. With Jennifer. A Few thousand miles away from us here in Quantico. And would you guess who always answers her phone, but is having a bit of a problem picking it up tonight?"
"Are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting?"
"Well, if the shoe fits…"
"THE SHOE MOST CERTAINLY DOES NOT. What actual EVIDENCE do you have?"
"I have powerful behavioral evidence."
"For example…" I prodded as Jennifer walked out the door holding up one hand and mouthing, "I'll be back in 5 ", closing the door.
"For example, I've watched you salivate every time she bends over, once even a little too much…"
"Damn it", I thought to myself, having a flashback. "I didn't think anybody saw that."
"That does not mean we were 'conserving water and showering with a friend'!" I added angrily, using one of Garcia's favorite quotes this week.
"It also doesn't mean if she offered, your pants wouldn't be off faster if your life depended on it."
"With what other evidence?"
"The fact that I now have a call on the other line."
"Damn it, Rossi. This is none of your damn business."
"I better take that other call…"
"And for the record, I kept my pants on."
"So far." He said, laughing as he hung up to switch over to JJ.