A/N: Hey again! So, I'm working my way on my mission to bring you more M-rated JJ/Hotch stories. Lol. This one will be a two-parter. Once again I asked for prompts and received, from Jekkah, the concept of strip poker. :) Yep, how can this one be anything other than M-rated, right? Anyways, the first chapter is a bit tame, rated mostly for some language at the end. Expect the rating to most definitely be M in the next chapter. Hope you let me know what you think!

Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds.

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"Aces over eights!" JJ exclaimed in delight, as she practically slammed down her cards in front of him. "Full house!"

Hotch groaned out loud, looking at his meager hand of a jack-high straight. He looked back at JJ who was outright smirking now. "Why are we playing this, again?"

"Because…" JJ began pointedly, picking up the cards to reshuffle the deck. "We were bored. So, I suggested we play a game and you told me to pick… so, I picked."

She recounted their night so far in a few words. They were sitting in a hotel room, waiting to be summoned back into court to hear the jury's verdict in a case he and JJ had consulted on extensively. They had no idea how long it was going to take—though, it would be likely until the next day—so they'd decided to kill time together. But he had no idea JJ's idea of killing time would involve the removal of clothes.

"Now strip!" she ordered him, causing him to let out another groan. "Hey, come on. It's only fair."

She gestured towards her already lost shirt on the floor. She sat before him in a red lacy bra and Hotch was already finding it increasingly hard—no pun intended—to find random places to look at.

Anywhere but at her, Hotch, he silently urged himself. She's your friend, your colleague… pay no attention whatsoever to that luscious, alabaster skin…

He grumbled again, and JJ made a get on with it gesture. He loosened his tie and slipped it over his neck.

"No way, Hotch!" she exclaimed. "Accessories don't count, remember?"

How could he forget? He chanced a glance at his good friend, seeing the predatory gleam in her eye. He was sure she was seconds away from smacking her lips together. That's how into this she seemed.

As he began to unbutton his top he had to wonder how she had ever talked him into this in the first place. Actually, he couldn't really remember what she'd said to convince him. All he remembered was her telling him what they were playing, his mouth dropping open and her shirt eventually coming off. And now, his was joining the ranks too, apparently.

Slipping it off his shoulders, his eyes jumped to JJ when he heard her let out a groan of her own. She looked ready to just… eat him up. Hotch had to gulp down his sudden anxiety… or was that desire?

"Mmm… Hotch, you look…" JJ practically purred.

"JJ—" he began to stammer.

She let out a giggle. "Hotch, you've got to relax, it's just a game…"

He tried to take her words to heart. But even if it was just a game it was still a game to see who could get the other's clothes off first!

JJ stood up and made her way towards him; her skirt was way too short, he suddenly noticed. Her legs seemed to go on forever. He had no idea what she was doing, but when her hand made contact with his bare forearm, he all but jumped out of his seat.

"I think I've got a way to help you relax…" she said, suggestively. Her hand slid up his arm to squeeze at his neck. "God, Hotch, you're so tense… I can help…"

Her hands began to knead the muscles at his shoulders and neck, her little hands lighting him up on fire. He didn't know how much more of this he could take, especially when her hands trailed lower down his back, around to tickle his abdomen.

She's your friend, Hotch! his brain reiterated. But other parts of his body were telling him to screw his friend, and he was afraid they meant quite literally.

"JJ," he said quickly, surprised by how husky his voice sounded.

"Hmm?" she breathed out next to his ear, her breath tickling his ear in tantalizing ways.

"Let's umm… let's continue the game," he suggested, not knowing what else to say to get her to stop.

"Ok," she said heartily.

He watched her re-take her place with the cards, shuffling them. His eyes met hers head on. She had a mischievous air about her and he knew that letting her deal the next hand might not be a good idea.

He reached across the table and plucked the cards from her fingers.

"Hey," she pouted.

He shook his head. "My turn," he said unnecessarily.

He could have laughed at the expression on her face. She had her bottom lip between her teeth worrying away. Man, what he'd give to kiss that lip, to suck on—

Ok, Hotch, get a grip, he had to remind himself.

He dealt out two cards each, pausing to inspect his cards. A pair of eights; it could have been worse. They were playing an improvised version of Texas Hold'em. No betting; really, no anything. They just left everything to chance, giving each other one chance to fold and that's it.

"You in?" Hotch asked her.

"I'm all in," she said emphatically, eyeing him intensely.

"Me too," he agreed; somehow though, it felt like it wasn't just the hand he was in for.

Hotch took the time laying down the flop: five of spades, six of diamonds, and seven of diamonds. So far, with the eight he held, he had the makings of a straight. Now, he just needed a four or a nine. He couldn't help but smile; he had this one in the bag. He'd get to keep his pants this time around. But looking at JJ, smiling too, had him hesitating in his confidence.

"Be afraid, Hotch," she said jokingly. "Be very afraid"

He was. Very. He had no clue what they were doing. Or how they'd go back to just colleagues after this. But he resolved to think about it later.

He put down the turn card, a Jack of clubs. No help to him. The pair of eights might just be it.

"Come on, too slow," JJ urged eagerly.

His hand went to flip over the river card; when it came back, there sat a four of hearts.

"Yes!" he exclaimed, at the exact same time JJ did.

They glanced up at the same time to eye each other suspiciously. What could she have? he wondered.

"I'll show you mine…" he started very slowly. "… If you'll show me yours…"

She grinned broadly, only too late realizing what he'd just said.

"Gladly!"

She laid down her two cards, a jack of spades and an eight of spades. He groaned, she had a straight just like he did.

"Off with those pants," she said imperiously, laughing in delight. When he made no move to pull them off she came to his side once again. "Have you forgotten how to? I can help with that."

Her hands began to reach for his belt buckle much to his surprise.

"Not so fast," he said abruptly. She stopped mid reach; she watched as he laid down his own cards. "What goes around comes around…"

He watched as her face took on a shocked expression, briefly, before stepping back. She suddenly reached behind her; he could hear the sound of her skirt zipper being unzipped. A second later her black skirt was sliding down those long legs, to be kicked to the side, revealing a tiny pair of matching lace panties. He couldn't take his eyes away. They really left nothing to the imagination.

"Your turn," she said primly.

His eyes somehow tore away from the newly uncovered sight to meet her gaze. She wore a triumphant smile and all he could think was what exactly she thought she'd won.

"Hotch," she prompted.

Standing up, reluctance all but gone, replaced only by intrigue, he wondered at what game they really were playing. His hands made quick work of his belt buckle and he slid it out of its loops for good measure. When his hands went to the button of his pants JJ was suddenly there in front of him, hands on top of his.

"I said I could help with that," she reiterated, voice low, ardent.

He moved his hands away, entranced by the deep blueness of her eyes, unwavering, as first the button was popped open and then the zipper pulled down. Her eyes continued to hold his as they stood there; wondering what was going to happen next. He didn't need to wait for an answer long. Her deft fingers slid over top of him, the fabric of his underwear a thin barrier from her soft skin.

"JJ," he hissed.

She gave him a smirk as she dropped to her knees. She slid his pants down his legs to pool around his feet, her eyes never leaving his.

"I hate to lose, Hotch," she told him. "But, for you, I will. If you'll do one thing for me…"

She slid back up his body, letting every inch of her graze over him. His skin felt electrified. Alive. More alive than he'd felt in he had no idea how long. But he was terrified at the same time. This was JJ who was turning him on. This was wrong on so many levels.

"What's that?" he murmured, trying to think straight, but finding it very difficult when her body was pressed into him like that.

She wrapped her arms around him, making it impossible to ignore her state of undress. He could feel her nipples pressing through the flimsy fabric of her bra to press into the skin of his chest. His body reacted much the same way—something of his, definitely poking at her. And from the way she was rubbing against him she didn't mind one bit. But, damn, it was getting harder to think.

JJ stood on her tiptoes and angled her head so that her mouth was once again at his ear. He felt her teeth graze his earlobe, causing him to inhale sharply; he wondered if a man could come undone by so simple a touch. He imagined that with JJ anything was possible. She soothed the scrape with her tongue. He let out the breath he was holding.

When she whispered into his ear the words, "Fuck me," he felt himself harden further.

Instead of the words shocking him into halting, they seemed to do the opposite. There was no turning back now.

That's it for now. I hope you enjoyed. Hope to have the next chapter up by the weekend.