Well, it took forever, but I finally got this story completed! YAY! One down, a few more to go. But with the way I'm working third shift and doubles, I think I'll be 80 before I get to them! Well, I hope the extra long read and love-making scene makes up for the long wait. Thanks for reading.

I don't own Criminal Minds. And I'll leave it at that.

Song prompt: "Typical Male" by Tina Turner. (Personally, I think the song fits Hotch to a T!)

Typical Male

Hotch's eyes rolled up into the back of his head as all the fight left his body. "Oh, god!" he murmured, his hands tangled into JJ's long blond locks. He wanted her to stop. He wanted her to keep going.

He was in heaven!

JJ thanked the darkness as she continued to love Hotch in one of the ways that had kept her awake many nights. Without the light, he couldn't see her nervousness or the deep pink blush of her cheeks. In the dark, she was confident and fearless. And at least while he was moaning her name – or at least what sounded like her name – she could form a plan for the next step.

Cupping him gently, she had to recover quickly when he thrust his hips upward. Pulling him out of her mouth with a wet "plop", she looked at him thru the part in the curtain of her hair.

"What do you want?" she asked seductively – or what she hoped was seductive. To her ears, she sounded more like Minnie Mouse than Lauren Bacall.

Hotch tried to think. He was lying on the carpeted floor of his flat with his custom tailored black slacks down around his ankles, in the dark, with Jennifer Jareau making love to him. Now she was asking him what he wanted? How hard had he hit his head on the way down?

"Don't stop?" he encouraged.

"You like it?" she sounded surprised.

"Very much." He paused. "Unless you don't." He hadn't considered her feelings. Haley had never really liked that part of sex… Damn it, Hotch! He cursed himself. Don't bring your ex-wife into this fantasy!

"Oh, I do," she replied. As an after thought, she stroked him gently, which emitted another groan. "Unless you would rather I stop…"

"Why would I want you to stop?" Hotch wondered. "You're good."

"Really?" JJ bit her lower lip.

Hotch ran his hand over JJ's hair, down the side of her face. "Have I ever lied to you?"

"No…" She hesitated.

"How about if I show you instead?" Before JJ could reply, Hotch grabbed her around the waist and flipped her underneath him. Careful not to crush her with his weight, he looked down at her surprised expression.

"What?!" she yelped.

"I just wanted to get us more comfortable." Hotch cupped JJ's firm, round breast and took pleasure from her breathy moan. He rolled the pink nipple between his finger and thumb. Her response was another moan. This time, louder.

"Hotch," she called out breathlessly. "This…oh! This is supposed to be about you."

His eyes darkened with desire and years of pent up lust. "This is about me." He teased her perk nipple with his palm. He loved the way her breath caught and held. Without another word, he lowered his head and suckled her like a thirsty man at an oasis.

"Hotch…Hotch…" she chanted as a weird, tiny feeling curled in her stomach, then expanded throughout her body. Even her toes were tingling by the time he switched to the other breast.

She tasted delicious, and Hotch couldn't get enough. With one hand he kneaded her breast, while the other traveled down over her hip, over the flat plane of her stomach, down to the V between her thighs. His index finger sought out the pink nub and stroked it.

"Oh!" JJ sighed.

That was the only incentive Hotch needed. Trailing kisses down the same path his hand had taken, he felt himself grow hard with need. But it was too soon. Lord, he had waited too long for this moment; he wanted to make it last for an eternity if he could.

Brushing his cheek against her amber coloured curls, he breathed in her musk before spreading her legs and taking her in his mouth. Heaven!

JJ arched up, her fingernails dug into the plush carpet. This wasn't what she had had planned, but she wasn't going to complain. Still… It wasn't fair that he should be able to do what he was doing to her. She couldn't breathe. She couldn't think. And his tongue was making her…

"Oh God!"

Hotch could feel JJ's body tense as the coil wound down tight with each flick of his tongue and fingers. He could feel her fight the urge to give in. But her hips betrayed her by arching to draw him in deeper. She was almost there – if her rapid breathing and cries of pleasure were any indication. And by god, she was wet! Greedily he feasted on the sweet honey of her core.

"Oh. Don't. I…" JJ cried out. Blindly she reached out and weaved her fingers into his thick hair. She wanted him to stop. She wanted him to continue.

Hotch stopped to look up at her. "Tell me what you want, Jen."

"I don't know," she gasped. And honestly, she didn't know what she wanted. But she needed him. "Ahhh!" The first wave of an intense orgasm took control, holding tight as it pulled her in.

Hotch's fingers continued to stroke her until her body arched and tensed, then shuddered from release. Unashamed, JJ's cries of pleasure filled the empty apartment.

"That was…incredible," JJ sobbed. "And unfair."

"Oh?" Hotch hurried to remove his clothing. "I thought this is what you wanted." Slowly and deliberately, he moved his body over hers. He dragged the heavy weight of his desire over her skin, and heard her sigh.

"I wanted to seduce you," she corrected.

"You did." Settled between her legs, he positioned himself to hover over her so he could look into her eyes. "Now it's my turn."

"Hotch." JJ's cerulean blue eyes met Hotch's dark brown eyes. If he had been ignoring and avoiding her the past few weeks, there was no denying the burning fire of desire of the look he was giving her.

"You said that we should make love," he reminded her. He ducked his head down and kissed away the tear that escaped down her cheek. "Tell me that you want me to stop."

JJ shook her head. "No. I don't want you to stop."

Probing the soft folds of her womanhood, Hotch teased her, but he didn't rush the moment. He waited to hear her say the words.

"What do you want?" he encouraged.

"You."

That was all he needed. Covering her lips with his, he felt her arms go around his neck as he pushed forward to make them one. He took a moment to let adjust to his size before pulling out and setting the pace. As her hot velvet walls gripped, held, then released him, Hotch knew that he found paradise. And he was happy to stay right where he was.

But JJ had plans of her own. She had waited too long to make love to the man who had stolen her heart. And with the way he had been oblivious to her advances, she wasn't going to make it easy for him. Not this time.

Wrapping her legs around his waist, she controlled him.

"JJ," he panted, trying to catch his breath. Man he was out of shape! Or maybe it was that she was overwhelming him. Either way, she had his attention. "Are you still wearing your heels?" he wondered aloud.

In one swift move, she managed to flip him on his back. "Ah. Now that's better," she remarked with a smile.

"Sneaky." He reached up and cupped her breasts. "I could easily flip us back."

"You could, but…" She raised her hips, then slid down to bury him deep inside. Hotch emitted a groan somewhere between agony and ecstasy. "Then I couldn't do this." She repeated the action.

"Jayje…" His body screamed for release, but she was teasing and tormenting him. Long, slow, deep strokes that rocked his world. And she was taking pleasure. "Jen."

JJ entwined her fingers with his, then increased the tempo. She dared him to keep up as another orgasm filled her. Calling out his name, she tried to ride it out.

Hotch felt her grasp him. That's all it took. With a final thrust, he buried himself deep and poured his life into her.
*****

"Are you alive?" Hotch whispered with what little energy he had left. He wasn't sure, but he could swear his bones were liquefied.

"Hmmm?" JJ mumbled. The floor was cold, and she should get a blanket, but she didn't care. She snuggled closer to Hotch.

"I guess that's an answer." He stroked her soft back and closed his eyes. "We should move," he suggested.

"Uh huh."

"So, was this your plan all along?" he wondered.

JJ lifted her head. "What?"

"Seducing me."

"Sort of…" she hedged. "I had almost given up trying to make you see me. After you ignored the lollipop…well, there is only so much rejection a girl can take."

"So you conspired with Dave to take me to bed?" he raised an eyebrow.

"No. Though he did give me a push in the right direction. I was going home when he gave me some words of wisdom that changed my mind."

"Words of wisdom from Dave Rossi. This I have to hear."

"A man needs to show up with flowers and chocolate; a woman just needs to show up naked with a six pack."

Hotch thought it over. "It worked."

"It took long enough," JJ groused. "Sure would have saved me a lot of embarrassing moment at the BAU had I known that a few months back."

"I was kind of getting a kick out of what you were doing."

JJ's mouth fell open. "Wait! You knew?!"

"I had an inkling," he confessed. "I noticed that Dave was still single after the halter top, and then I started to get clued in."

She swatted at him. "Why didn't you say something? I could have jumped your bones a long time ago and saved myself from getting carpal tunnel."

"Oh?" Hotch was intrigued by her secret. "Do you need some TLC?" He picked up her hand and kissed her wrist. JJ's heart picked up speed. "Maybe a little deep tissue massage?" He nuzzled her neck and kissed the pulsating point.

JJ swallowed hard. "Hotch…"

"How long will Garcia watch Henry?" he murmured in her ear before nipping it.

"As long as we need," she replied breathlessly. "What about Jack?"

"Weekend camping with the grandparents. So, we are free." At that moment, JJ's phone began ringing. Rolling over, JJ stood up and went to retrieve the device. A moment later, Hotch was standing beside her. Without a word, he glanced at the caller ID, then tossed the phone in the fish tank.

Before JJ could protest, he swung her up in his arms.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"I thought you might like to see where I put the afghan you made me," he replied. JJ laughed. "What's so funny?"

"You. All this time I thought you were the stereo-typical male that I would never get through to."

Hotch hurried to the bedroom where he laid JJ on the full sized bed. He covered her body with his. "Does this feel 'typical' to you?" he inquired darkly, moving against her.

"Mmmm…" she mulled it over. "I might need to…uh, consider it."

"Are you saying that you are going to need a good argument?" His hands roamed the curves of JJ's body.

"It would have to be a good one. Or I'll have to do a rebuttal." She smiled.

"Unless I invoke your right to remain silent," he stated before kissing her and effectively cutting off all conversation for the rest of the night.
*****

On the other side of town, Dave Rossi closed his phone. Leaning back against the couch cushions, he grabbed the remote and switched off the TV. He didn't have to watch the game to know the outcome:

This time, both teams won.

The End