Insights

Insights
By AnitaB
Chapter 4: Letting go

Somehow, somehow Jason managed to let her out of his arms and back to her desk. Even harder, he’d kept his hands off her the rest of the day. His eyes were another matter. All day, Jason found his eyes following Elle around the office. And bloody Hotch of course noticed. Elle gave him a small glance and a soft smile on her way out of the room. Jason was still lost in the memory of her in his arms, on his lips when a hand touched his shoulder.

“What are you planning to make?” Hotch stood at his side, still smiling as wide as ever. “When you cook dinner for Elle tonight, that is.”

“Who said I’m making dinner for Elle tonight?” He knew Hotch knew, but he hadn’t forgiven him yet for the days of torture.

“The fact that she didn’t shoot you in the elevator and that you’ve both been staring and smiling ever since.” Hotch really smile, and while Jason wasn’t afraid anymore, he knew something was coming. “Garcia said Elle likes red wine when she showed me the camera footage. I suggest Italian.” Hotch patted his back one more time and wandered off to make a verbal jab at Elle. Probably.

Who he was going to kiss in about 28 and a half minutes. Elle, not Hotch. About another thirty minutes after that she’d be in his kitchen, dark eyes watching him cook, delicate fingers stealing little tastes.

Her hair sliding through his fingers as her arms pulled him closer…

No wonder Hotch knew, Jason couldn’t stop smiling. And Elle kept shooting him those secret little glances.

Soon, soon she’d be back in his arms. And just maybe he could convince her to stay there. He just had to wait a little longer.

Time crawled and Jason kept expecting a hot case to drop in on emergency status.

For once the sky didn’t fall and at quitting time Jason caught one more not so secret glance from Elle on her way out of the office. He waited a painful three minutes to follow.

In the parking garage, he found her sitting on the hood of his car with a smile. “Hey, Jason,” Her eyes met his gaze warmly before they dropped to heat his lips. Elle was thinking about kissing him. And there was nothing he wanted more.

“Elle,” He reached out for her hands, guiding her to her feet and close against his chest. “You haven’t changed your mind?” His hands settled at her waist as her fingers slid up his ribs.

“No, I haven’t,” Jason gave up on breathing at the way her voice sounded and met her halfway, lips opening against hers. Elle was soft, warm and so sweet, lifting on her toes to deepen this kiss. Now her hair was sliding through his fingers again as her tongue teased and stroked his.

He groaned, holding her closer as he took over the kiss. Jason chased her exploring tongue back into her mouth to do some exploring of his own. Soft, hot, and sweet, Elle was perfect in his arms. He never wanted to let her go. “My sweet Elle,”

“Hmm,” She sank to her heels and slowly opened warm brown eyes to meet his. “So am I following your car or getting directions?”

He had to let her go for that long? His mind whirled a second to get a plan, one that didn’t involve letting her out of arm’s length. “I’ll drive, bring you back for your car later.” His hands tightened on her back, asking her to say yes.

Elle smiled and he could see her ferret out the reasons behind his words. And those reasons pleased her. “Okay, let me grab something out of my car.” It took a few moments to force his arms open and a few more watching her walk to her car and back, now carrying an overnight bag. Then she was standing in reach again and her soft smile called to him. “Ready when you are.”

//Hell, yes, I’m ready.// His hands moved before his mind caught up, fingers tilting her chin up to press his lips to hers. Jason wrapped both arms tight around her waist, dragging her high on her toes and hard against his chest. Another second and he was going to pin her to the side of his car and send his hands in search of her skin. //Stop, stop now.// It almost hurt to open his grip and reach for the passenger’s door. “Come on, Elle, let’s go.”

Her fingers hesitated on his chest a moment before she slid out of his reach and into the car. //God, you’re beautiful, Elle.//

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She was going to see Jason’s home. She was going to walk into his inner sanctum and into his arms. And his kiss. The car pulled to a stop and Jason reached for her with strong hands. Those fingers slid along her jaw and tilted her chin up to meet her eyes. “Are you sure about this, Elle?” //Sweet, but damn, you’re dense, Jason.//

“Jason Gideon, don’t be stupid. I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t very sure.” Elle licked her lips and groaned as his eyes softened and followed the motion. “Kiss me, Jason, and take me inside.”

He leaned in, eyes on her lips. A breath away he stopped, caught her hands in his and pulled back. “Come inside, first.” Elle helplessly followed the grip of his hands out of the car and into the living room. Jason got the door closed and locked before he groaned her name. “Sweet Elle, come here.”

//Yes,// Elle gladly stepped into the circle of his arms. Getting his lips back to hers mattered more than seeing his home. Wrapping both arms tight around his shoulders, Elle met each desperate stroke of Jason’s tongue with her own. A helpless moan shook the ribs under her exploring hands. He sounded so good, felt so good on her lips, under her fingers. Jason was perfect, holding her tight.

Suddenly Elle felt the muscles in his shoulders move and an instant later her body was pinned hard against the living room wall and even harder against the front of his body. “Oh, Jason.”

His hands shifted from her waist to her hips as his lips smiled and moved to her throat. “Right here, Elle.” A low, sound in his throat was time perfectly with the arch and rub of his hips against hers.

She found her fingers in his hair and her knee climbing his side, helplessly returning that low groan and tight grip. Another few seconds and they’d be having sex against his front door and she wouldn’t mind at all. But Jason might… later anyway. “Jason, show me your bedroom.”

His lips hesitated over her pulse. His hands clenched on the curve of her waist. His voice rumbled low in his chest. Jason pulled back and met her eyes with a question on his face.

Sliding all ten fingers around his jaw, Elle answered that question with a long, slow kiss. And then she gave him the words too. “Yes, Jason, I’m sure.”

The look on his face changed, melting and heating. Strong hands spread wide and warm, one on her back and the other on her thigh. His lips found hers. “I think dinner can wait.” Then she found herself being carried down the hall in Jason’s arms with her ankles crossed behind his back. Elle licked at the pulse in his throat, loving the low groan that shook the skin under her lips. “Elle, please.” His hands and arms tightened sharply as his step faltered. She had the urge to see just how far out of control she could push him. With only her mouth…

“Yes, Jason?” Elle smiled against the hollow of his throat before she licked and nibbled her way to the corner of his mouth. “Please, what?”

Muscles all over his body went still and taut. Then the tension shattered and Jason pinned her to the nearest wall for a bruising assault of a kiss. Tongues danced, arms clenched, hands fisted in fabric, and hips rocked and arched.

Elle eagerly opened to the heat and desperate need of his kiss, her hips following the drag and arch of his hands low on her back. He’d lost control and she loved it, digging nails into his shoulders with each press of his hips.

“Dammit, Elle.” She was breathless and just a little cold as Jason growled against her lips and pulled back. She got a breath to protest before he hooked an arm behind her knees and lifted her high against his chest. The determination in his eyes stole her breath again as he almost growled an order. “Quit distracting me.”

She curled both arms around his neck and hid her smile against his shoulder. “Get me to bed and I’ll be good.” Elle licked the heavy pulse in his throat, loving the tightening of his arms around her. “Very good.”

“Elle,” His voice rasped under her lips and his hand threaded through her hair. “Please, sweetheart.” Jason pulled her closer, reaching for the doorknob under her knees. Before she’d even seen the room, Jason laid her on the bed and fisted both hands in her hair. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?”

Elle smiled, arching to feel him pressed closer. “Show me, Jason,” She hooked her heels behind his hips and brushed her lips over his. “Show me what I do to you.”

She adored the low rasp on his lips before every inch of his body responded. Elle found her body wrapped tight against his, close enough to feel the tension in his every muscle. His hands fisted in her hair and the back of her shirt to drag her into a deep and desperate kiss.

And Elle loved it, fisting both her hands in the collar of his shirt and crossing her ankles behind his hips. //That’s my Jason.//

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She was here, really here. Elle was in his bed, in his arms, trying to shatter every little bit of self-control he’d ever had. God knew she had the power to do it. With her legs around him and her lips against his, Elle blasted him with both barrels. “Show me what I do to you.”

Jason was helpless to do anything but give her everything, all of himself. His hands caught at her hair to angle her lips against his. //Sweet Elle.// She tasted delicious on his tongue. In his arms, she felt like heaven. Soft skin and sweet curves held him closer and tighter. Her hands fisted in the back of his shirt as her tongue stroked and twined with his. //My sweet Elle,//

She was beautiful. But still covered from collar to heels. “Elle,” Jason dragged himself back from her lips and reached for the edge of her shirt. “I need to touch you. Please.”

Elle nodded, bit her lip, and raised her arms to help the fabric over her head. “I need to touch you too, Jason.” Her hands reached for his shirt buttons until his fingers caught at her wrists.

“Not yet, sweetheart.” Jason pressed her arms over her head and simply stared a moment. //So damn beautiful.// “My turn first.” He knew she wouldn’t stay passive long, his spitfire girl. “Hold still and let me…” He watched her face and dragged hungry fingertips up her ribs to feel every inch of her soft, smooth skin. Elle arched into his hands with a low sound on her lips. Jason let his lips reach for hers as his hands finally cupped her breasts through the fabric of her bra.

“Jason, please.” He adored the need in her voice, the trembling in her muscles and most of all, the fisting of her hands in his pillowcase.

“That’s it, Elle,” Jason smiled against the line of her throat and peeled the cloth out of his way. “God, you’re beautiful, sweetheart.” And she was. He couldn’t help but stare at her spread out over his sheets, soft skin and tangled hair. Finally, he filled his hands with the softest of skin and the racing of her heart. “Elle,” Jason leaned down to taste the stiffened peak of her breast with a slow stroke of his tongue. Her back arched up off his bed, wordless little sounds on her lips begging for more. “I got you, sweetheart. I’ll give you everything.”

He flattened a hand in the curve of her back and set about seeing exactly what sounds his mouth could put to her lips. Sweet skin and even sweeter moans drove him on. Jason made absolutely sure that every sensitive inch was kissed, licked, or explored.

“Jason,” Her legs wrapped around his hips as her body arched in his arms. Then she fisted both hands in his shirt to drag him up over her chest. “Damnit, Jason Gideon, I need more of you.” Elle pulled him down into a hot and desperate kiss while her fingers attacked his shirt buttons. Hot hands slid past the fabric to stroke over eager nerves. //Elle, sweetheart.// The precious woman in his arms fought his shirt wide open and pressed her naked chest to his.

“Oh, Sweet Elle.” Jason jerked his shirt down his arms and dragged her tight against his skin, soft, sweet heaven burning him from every inch of contact. He pulled her closer, sliding both arms around her back for just a few more inches of her heat. “I need you, Elle. All of you.”

Jason leaned in for a kiss, only to be stopped an inch from her lips. “Whoa, Jason. It’s my turn.” Elle brushed her lips over his and pulled back before he got a taste, her legs releasing his waist. “Get on your back, my man, hands above your head.”

//Let her out of my arms? Never.// “Elle,” Jason tightened his hands on her back, hips rocking into the cradle of hers. “Please, Elle.” He thrilled inside at the arch and tremble of her body under his, but her eyes still said she meant it. Weakly, Jason pulled away from her skin and stretched out on his back. “All yours, Elle. Come and get me.” Last of all, he got a solid grip of his headboard. Elle had already shown that she could snap his self-control like a twig. That heat in her eyes was breathtaking, almost as gorgeous as watching her sit across his hips half-dressed. All that beautiful skin was just an arm’s length from hands that wouldn’t ever get enough of touching it. But his gorgeous girl had asked him, told him really, that it was her turn.

“Good boy, Jason, hold on tight.” Elle rubbed her hands over his chest as she leaned down close to his hungry lips. “Does my good boy want a kiss?”

Jason could hear the headboard creak in his grip, the blood rush in his ears, and his own voice barely managed to rasp out an answer. “Please.”

Then all he could do was feel. There was nothing in all the world he wanted more than this moment with Elle’s hands on his skin and her lips opening to his. //Elle,//

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