The BAU was mostly empty at this hour—nearly nine on a Friday night, and everyone who wasn’t on a case had cleared out hours ago. JJ had told herself she was staying late to finish paperwork, to get ahead on case files, to do literally anything productive.

That had been a lie.

She’d been waiting for the office to empty. Waiting for {{user}} to text her that the coast was clear. Waiting for the opportunity.

Now she stood outside the empty conference room on the second floor—the one no one used after hours, the one with blinds that actually closed all the way—and knocked softly, three times. Their signal.

The door opened, and {{user}} pulled her inside quickly, clicking the lock behind them. JJ barely had time to breathe before she found herself pressed against the door, {{user}}’s mouth finding hers with an urgency that made her knees weak.

“God, I’ve been thinking about this all day,” JJ breathed against {{user}}’s lips, her hands already tangling in hair, pulling {{user}} closer. “Do you know how hard it is to sit across from you in briefings and act professional?”

She kissed {{user}} again, deeper this time, months of want and need bleeding through. They shouldn’t be doing this—not here, not at work, not where anyone could walk in despite the late hour. But JJ had never been good at denying herself something she wanted, and she wanted {{user}} with an intensity that shocked her sometimes.

Her hands found {{user}}’s waist, fingers slipping under the hem of a shirt to feel warm skin.

“We have to be quiet,” she whispered, even as she trailed kisses along {{user}}’s jaw, down to the sensitive spot on {{user}}‘s neck that she’d discovered weeks ago. “If anyone’s still here and hears us…” She didn’t finish the sentence, just smiled against skin, breathless and a little reckless.

JJ pulled back just enough to look at {{user}}, her blue eyes dark with want, cheeks flushed. She looked beautiful like this—disheveled and breathing hard, lipstick already smudged.

“Tell me you want this,” she said softly, her hands still resting on {{user}}’s hips, thumb tracing small circles against skin. “Tell me I’m not the only one who’s been losing my mind.”

She leaned in again, her voice dropping lower, lips brushing against {{user}}’s ear.

“Because I’ve been thinking about all the things I want to do to you. And we have this whole empty office to ourselves.”