Devil's Paradise

                                    

                                          
Author's Note: Make sure to play Ritmo by Black Eyed Peas and S&M by Rihanna when they come up later in the chapter! Drop a comment on what you think of the chapter ;)
                          
As Jean and Spencer stepped in, the music caught them off guard. Jean could feel the music rattling in her bones, making her body pulsate with the beat. 
                          
    Making their way through the crowd, they find an empty booth near the back of the bar, secluded yet big enough to handle the rest of the team when they arrive. Jean and Spencer settled down and ordered two coke and rums that they sipped on as they continued to chat. As they diminished their drinks, the two slowly moved in closer and closer to each other, to the point where he had his arm wrapped around her shoulders and they were leaning in to whisper to each other so close that their faces were centimeters apart. 
                          
    Their conversation soon died, the only thing filling the small space between them being tension. In their own corner of the bar, secluded from the rest of the world and the problems that lurked outside the club, Spencer slowly began to lean into Jean, when Penelope made a boisterous squeal as she ushered her way into the booth, completely unaware of what she had interrupted. The rest of the team followed suit, with Morgan and Rossi making their way back from the bar to the table with enough shot glasses to get the table wasted.
                          
    The team was seated around their table, laughing and joking, forgetting about the evils that they deal with everyday. Jean was squished in between Reid and Hotch, knocking back shot after shot, laughing at a joke Emily had made about Morgan always just happening to wear shirts that conveniently showed off his muscles. JJ decided to quip in and make a jab at Hotch for always wearing a suit and tie, even though tonight he had shown up in a black polo that aptly showed off his biceps and a pair of blue jeans. 
                          
The entire table laughed about Hotch, but no one noticed the firm hand that Hotch had on Jean's exposed thigh, a slight gasp leaving her mouth out of surprise. 
                          
    She turned her head slightly to look at him, but he was in avid conversation with Rossi across the table, the only telling sign that he was aware of what he was doing was the slight smirk on his face. Before she could even try to comprehend what was going on, Ritmo by the Black Eyed Peas and J Balvin came on, immediately making all the girls squeal and dart to the dance floor.
                          
    They began to dance with each other, screaming the lyrics to each other. Jean made a mad dash back to the table, slamming her hands on the table, chugging down another shot, and begging the boys to come join her. They all looked at each other hesitantly and as Jean began to pull away from the table, a drunk Hotchner reached out and grabbed her hand and together they made their way to the dance floor together. 
                          
    Under the blinding red lights, Hotch pulled Jean in tight, tightly gripping her hips as they grinded together to the beat, their bodies melting together in a drunken haze. Jean's head was pressed on Hotch's chest, her forehead bearing a light sheen of sweat and her eyes wild. 
                          
    Back at the booth, Spencer twirled the straw around in his drink and sullenly looked out at the dance floor, longingly looking at Jean as she continued to dance with Hotch. "Kid, you need to put yourself out there if that's what you want," Rossi said as he slid closer to Reid. "Rossi, there's protocol though. Look at them, I feel like I'm already losing" he said as he looked out at the pair. 
                          
"Reid, if protocol is the only thing that's standing in your way, forget about it. I created protocol, I'm giving you my permission to break it. By the looks of it, Hotch threw protocol out the window a long time ago, it's only right for you to do the same. Now get out there" he said, pushing Spencer out of the booth and sending him stumbling into Jean and Hotch. 
                          
Hotch shoots Reid a glare as Jean shouts out, "SPENCER!" with glee. She pulls him into her, putting her arms around his neck and swaying with him as she still continues to dance against Hotch, Jean being in heaven, sandwiched between the two men she was developing feelings for. 
                          
    The song faded, but the beat quickened as the song changed to S&M by Rihanna. As the provocative song began, Jean, still drunk off the many shots that she took with the group, began to dance with these two men like no one was watching. 
                          
She lost herself in the beat as she sang along to the lyrics, grinding against Hotch as he ran his hands up and down her body while Spencer moved in closer to her, the faces almost touching while she moved her hands up his arms, looking up at him with her doe eyes.
                          
    Her and Reid continued to make deep eye contact as they continued to dance together, their lips in close proximity to each other, which only made the older man behind Jean jealous. As the lights continued to flash and the music blared, Hotch attached his lips to Jean's neck and began making light kisses against her neck. Jean leaned back into Hotch, forgetting for a split second about the man in front of her and falling into Hotch, letting out a small moan that was not lost on Hotch, as he smirked and looked back at Reid.
                          
    Still enjoying herself, she pulled herself forward, moving closer into Reid and without giving his action a second thought, he pulled her close and fast away from Hotch,gently grabbing both sides of her face and kissing her deeply. Jean was caught off guard but returned the affection as she continued to kiss Spencer in the middle of a crowded dance floor.
                          
    As they both stepped away from each other in shock, Jean was pulled in again, but not by Spencer. Aaron Hotchner had had enough of what he was seeing and pulled Jean into a kiss between the two of them. While Spencer's was soft and tender, almost hesitant, Hotch was dominant and knew what he wanted. She felt one of Hotch's calloused hands on her cheek and the other on her ass, placing them as close together as possible.
                          
    The song ended and before Jean knew it, she felt the girls pulling her away from the two men on the dance floor. "Jean, baby, we need to go home now. I'm telling you, tomorrow morning will not be kind to you" Emily said with a grimace as she looked back at the two men on the dance floor. As the girls escorted Jean to their taxi to head back to the hotel, Reid and Hotchner were left standing alone, looking at each other with anger visible in their eyes, both unsure of what would occur in the morning.