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This. This should not have had the effect on me that it did.

The darkest parts of me (4/5)

A/N: Trigger warning for this chapter, a part of this is Hotchniss being very toxic towards each other (they’re serial killers so I think that might be a little expected), BUT I want to give a warning for that, and that part starts after *-* so jump to the next part if you don’t want to read that part!

Title: The darkest parts of me (4/5) Summary: They find each other in a dark world where they do twisted things. The only way things could have become more dangerous, is if they were together. Funny how life turns out.

Unsub!Hotchniss AU.   Word count: 3k Rating: Explicit Warnings (for most or all chapters): smut, descriptions of violence, descriptions of murder, gore (nothing too explicit), mentions of weapons

It had come as a surprise for them, both of them sated after another night of killing and then as they watched the morning news the next day, a sketch that looked eerily like them was shown. Serial killer couple, victims found in multiple states was written in big letters above the sketch and Emily had almost dropped her coffee on the floor.

“How do they know?” She asked just as the anchor kept talking, and Aaron froze to the spot.

“A witness who encountered the couple in question in Georgetown has stepped forward…”

“The woman, the prostitute.” Emily concluded before he could say anything. “You said we didn’t have to worry about her.”

“I was wrong.” He turns to look at her just as she scoffed. “They never talk, she must have been brought in for something else.”

“What do we do now?” She asked, her eyes wide as she watched him figure out a plan. After a couple of seconds of silence he took her hand, the warmth of it so familiar to her by now.

“We lay low, we go somewhere we haven’t been. And if things calm down then we can figure out a new way-”

“They’re after us now Aaron.” She interrupts him. “We can’t just take a break and then go back to what we’re used to.”

He knows she’s right and he squeezes her hand tighter.

“We’ll go to California like we planned, and then we’ll figure it out from there. But we might have to leave the country.” He searches her face for a reaction, for her to refuse but it doesn’t come. And he realizes that she’s already started over twice before, she could easily do it again.

“Okay.” She says, her hand holding onto his for a moment. “But first we’re driving to California, I have a friend there who might be able to help.”

“Who?” His eyebrow furrows as she reaches for her phone.

“He helped me when I moved from Ireland, he’ll help me again.” She wrote the number on her phone on a piece of paper to be used when they got new burner phones. “His name is Clyde Easter.”

For some reason the thought of another man knowing her secrets sent a spark of jealousy through him.

“Why haven’t you mentioned him before?”

“There wasn’t any need to. Just like we want out privacy for our… activities, he needs privacy too.” She catches the darkness of his eyes, feels his hand hold hers even tighter and she smiles. “Don’t be jealous honey.”

“I’m not.” He lies and she chuckles slightly as she straddles his lap on the couch.

“You are, and it’s hot.” She kisses him, kisses him until his hands are banding over her lower back to pull her further into him. “I’m yours.”

“And I’m yours.” He promises.

*

It was strange, they had gotten a lead, they knew they were looking for a couple that traveled through the country. They even had a sketch that had been circulated to the press. They were closing in, and then the murders stopped. Dave rubbed his forehead, they hadn’t had another lead in months, he was pretty sure that they didn’t even have a new victim, nothing turning up anywhere even after letting police departments know what to look for.

“They must have seen the press conference, must have seen the police sketch and decided to lay low.” Jason says as he sips his coffee across from him.

“They’re smart, but killers like these, they’re addicted to it. It shouldn’t be long until they either of them break.”

“Maybe they’re using each other to get their urges under control.” His words causes Dave to look up from his own coffee mug. “Maybe the fact that they can go as long as they can without killing, is because they have each other.”

Dave knew that he was right.

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They don’t fight often, but when they do, it’s like everything between them. It’s intense, loud and explosive. It’s dangerous.

He’s not sure what set them off this time, probably something dumb, probably the fact that they hadn’t killed in months. It made him irritable, it made her push his buttons in ways she usually wouldn’t, just to get a rise out of him. And it worked.

“I swear Emily, if you don’t shut up I’ll-”

“You’ll what?” Her tone is icy, her smirk condescending as she interrupts him. “You’ll what Aaron? You’ll hit me? Be like your dad?”

It has the desired effect and he pushes her hard against the wall, the sound of her body colliding with it sending a satisfying shiver down his spine. His fingers dig into the back of her shoulders as he keeps her against the wall, his eyes locked on hers and he sees the familiar glint of pleasure in her dark orbs.

“You never know when to stop.” His words are hissed against her face and when she tries to squirm out of his hold he only grabs her harder, makes sure to leave bruises on her skin. “You think you’re in charge, but we both know that in the end you’ll be on your knees, begging for me. You’re not the one in charge here.”

She uses her strength to push him away, rage quickly flowing her veins. She had crossed the line first by bringing up his father, she knew that, but that didn’t stop her from feeling anger like fire inside of her at his words. He stumbles back, momentarily surprised by her strength and she smirks at the angered look on his face.

“You think you can control me?” She pushes him again, but this time he barely budges. “You’d be nothing without me.” Her words make something close to a growl rumble in his throat and she feels anger and arousal at the sound. He tries to grab her again, but she’s faster than him and she takes her gun from the table beside them.

“Is that how it’s going to be?” He chuckles, not afraid of her even when she points the gun at him. It’s not the first time, probably won’t be the last. He takes a couple of steps forward, stands close enough for the barrel of the gun to press against his chest where she keeps it steady, a look of calmness coming over her as she grips the gun tighter.

“Don’t think I won’t do it.” She whispers and he laughs again, cold and close to manic and it reminds her of every time he would strangle a man to death. Like he reads her mind, his hand wraps around her throat, his hold tight enough for her to go lightheaded.

“I know you want to, I can see it, how badly you want to.” He takes in the view of his hand around her throat, catches the way she smirks as his grip loosens for her to draw a short breath. And then he pushes her back against the wall again, his hand still around her airway and his other hand digging out his knife from the pocket of his jeans.

“You want to kill me?” She juts her chin out, the barrel of the gun still pressed against his chest as her finger hovers over the trigger. The feeling of cold steel against her stomach makes her gasp, and when he presses even closer to her, she can feel him, hard and thick inside his jeans.

“I could do it, you know.” His words are quiet and cold and she knows that he’s right. That the only reason why he doesn’t is because he loves her. She loves him too, in whatever twisted way they had found love in the darkness of their world. He grabs her throat so tight her eyesight goes blurry and she feels the tip of his knife cut into her skin, nicking it and she moans at the sting.

“So do it.” She challenges, forcing words out through his hold and he relents just slightly.

“Maybe next time I will.” He throws the knife to the floor and then takes the gun from her and places it back on the table. She stays still, watches him through narrowed eyes as he takes in the flush on her cheeks, the way her chest heaves slightly from deep breaths.

“Don’t think this mean I’m still not mad at you.” She grabs his shirt and pulls him against her.

“Oh I’m counting on it.” He smirks before catching her lips in a kiss. There’s nothing romantic about it, tongues fighting for dominance and hands tearing at clothes, ribbing fabric and skin until they’re both naked.

She bites his chest, her teeth leaving an angry red mark in their wake as she kneels before him. Her hand is too harsh when she grabs his cock, and when he hisses she smirks up at him in satisfaction. He doesn’t seem bothered, his fingers easily gripping her dark hair and angles her head back. When he pushes his cock between her parted lips he groans at the smooth, wet heat of her mouth.

“Told you, you’d be on my knees for me.” He taunts her and when she grunts his hold on her hair only tightens as he thrusts his hips against her face. “Look who was right.”

She almost bites down on his shaft in retaliation, lets her teeth graze his skin in warning and he lets up.

“I swear the next time I’m pulling the trigger.” She rasps, her voice thick with arousal before she takes him back in her mouth, her lips tight around him as she sucks.

He wants to reply, but her tongue is doing something wicked against his skin, and he can’t seem to form a whole sentence together. Instead he settles for thrusting harder, making sure to poke at the back of her throat until she chokes and her eyes fill with tears.

When she feels him pull her up to stand, she’s so wound up she can feel her slick on her thighs. His thumb gently brushes a couple of tears away from her cheek and she licks her bottom lip.

“You’re so pretty like this.” He whispers and then claims her lips in a kiss and swallows up her moan as his fingers find their way between her legs.

“Fuck me, Aaron.” She gasps at the stretch of his fingers, still nowhere near the stretch of him and he bites down on her neck.

“I love how wet you get for me, how much the thought of killing me gets you off.” He mumbles against her neck as he moves her back through the house they’re renting in California. When she falls back against the bed he’s quick to join her, his heated eyes locked on hers as he hovers above her. “You love the thought of killing me almost as much as killing other men, don’t you.”

“Yes.” She digs her nails into his skin, makes sure to break skin for making her wait and he grunts in pained pleasure. “Just like I know you want to feel me gasp for breath as you strangle me, I can see it on you every time your hand wraps around my throat.”

When he finally pushes inside of her it’s hard and fast, his hips pressing against hers for only a moment before he starts to move.

“You’re right, sweet thing.” He pants, his hips thrusting hard and deep, a pace that’s close to violent and she meets him with every thrust. “I dream of it.”

“I know.” She grunts at the feel of him, huge and rough as he fucks the anger out of them both. Her legs tighten around his hips, one hand moves down between them to toy with her clit and when she tightens around him only a few minutes later she feels him smile into her neck.

“That’s it, come for me.” He licks a stripe up her neck, tastes the vibration of her moan as her back arches underneath him.

She comes with a scream that she doesn’t even try to keep down, her body spasming as her mind goes deliciously numb from pleasure. He doesn’t stop, even when she lays back limply against the bed. Instead he replaces her hand with his own over her clit, relishes the whimper that escapes her at the overstimulation.

“Again.” He tells her and she knows what he’s doing. That he’s proving his ownership on her by showing her that no one else would get her like this, just like she would dig her nails and teeth into his skin to claim him. He already had scars, thin, barely noticeable lines from where she had drawn blood in the past on his ribs and back, and every time she saw them she felt satisfaction.

She comes again, her body always so responsive to him and when she gasps for breath he flips her around and pulls her hips up. His hand is hot against her skin when he spanks her, and she whines at the slight sting, back arching for more. He spanks her three more times before pushing back inside of her again and she’s quick to move back against him, meeting each of his thrusts.

He makes her come three more times, dragging pleasure from her until it’s more painful than pleasurable and when he comes it’s with a strangled groan, his hands tight on her hips and head thrown back as he lets the power of his release wash over him. She’s trembling underneath him, exhaustion and pleasure making her muscles ache and when he lays down beside her, she just barely has enough energy to turn her head to look at him.

“We need to find someone soon.” She says and he nods, knowing that if they didn’t they’d only end up fighting again.

“I know baby, soon, I promise.”

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The next time they kill, it wasn’t supposed to happen. They were keeping a low profile, they had ever since the news broke about them. It had been easier than Aaron had thought, they had rented a house in the middle of nowhere in California, Clyde Easter had shown up with new ID’s and passports, given them instructions to stay put until things had calmed.

It had been close to three months now and just like he had predicted, the news stopped reporting about them, the magazines that had been littered with the police sketch of them were gone. Sometimes it felt like it had been a bad dream, but he knew that they had to continue to be careful.

But Emily was restless, she wasn’t able to stay in one place for too long. That’s why they had gone for a drive, to get away from the house, and then they stopped at a tiny diner on the way back. It almost felt like normal until Aaron noticed a man looking at them, and he immediately knew that they had been caught.

“We have to go.” He mutters as he motions for the bill calmly.

“Why?” She stays just as calm, but her eyes are zeroed in on him, her back to the man that’s still watching them.

“There’s a man at the bar, I think he recognizes us.” Aaron smiles his thanks to the waitress and pulls out enough bills to cover the tab.

“Go to the bathroom and I’ll go to the car.” She rolls her eyes when he arches an eyebrow at her. “He’s more likely to follow me if I’m alone than us together or just you.”

“Fine.” He agrees, because he knows that she’s right. He stands up and she follows and then he goes towards the back where the bathrooms were but he could see the man in his peripheral, watching them closely.

Emily walks slowly out the door towards the car. She feels someone watching her and catches the man in the bar’s eyes but she keeps walking. Her ears are trained on any sound as she steps outside. It’s dark out, for that she was thankful and like she expected, she hears the door to the diner open after only a few seconds.

“Excuse me?”

She turns to the sound of a male voice and comes face to face with the man in the bar.

“Yes?” She smiles sweetly at him.

“Do I know you from somewhere?” He walks closer, his phone in hand and she’s sure he’s already called 911, can hear the faint mumbling of a voice coming from the speaker..

“No, I don’t think so. I’m just visiting some family out here.” She backs up, continues further into the shadows and away from the lights of the diner. He follows her, but stays a few feet away.

“Is that so?” He asks and looks around quickly. “And the man you’re with?”

“He’s my boyfriend.” She talks quietly, makes sure that the 911 operator doesn’t hear her. The man stares at her for a few seconds, like he’s sizing her up and then he takes another step closer to her.

“The police are on their way, you might as well drop the-”

His sentence is cut short by Aaron coming up behind him, easily snapping his neck and his body falls to the ground. Emily smashes the phone quickly and opens the trunk to the car and Aaron places the body in the back.

“We have to go, the police are on their way.” She says, voice slightly laced with panic at being so close to getting caught.

“We need to leave, get away from here.”

With that, Aaron drives towards their rented house, feeling adrenaline rushing through his veins.

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I love this

no, I didn't see the news (cause we were somewhere else)

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Emily hums and grabs the cash on the table next to the door. She doesn’t bother with counting the money and opens the door without looking through the peephole, her brain still buzzing from Aaron’s kiss. She licks her burning lips and holds her hand out, extending the money to the delivery guy.

Only it’s not the delivery guy.

Every single member of her team, barring Penelope, stands in front of her.

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Sunlight streams in through the kitchen windows, painting Emily gold as she crosses her legs on the counter and wiggles her fingers for the coffee Aaron is carrying.

“Gimme,” she slurs, and he laughs as he sets the mug in her waiting hands. Emily sighs happily and tips it back, the taste of her favorite vanilla creamer warming her up even more than the heat of the coffee, the knowledge that Aaron stocked it in his fridge for her making her giddy.

She sets the mug down and leans forward to wrap her arms around his neck, the warmth of his bare chest seeping into her skin. His fingers dig into her hips and she uncrosses her legs to wrap them around his waist, tangling her hand in his hair and tipping his head back so she can kiss him.

He drowns in the soft feel of her skin beneath his hands, in the tickle of her hair against his cheek. Her shirt—his shirt—presses against his chest, the warmth of her body passing into his. Aaron breaks the kiss and pops another button open, leaning forward to press his lips to the hard edge of her collarbone.

Emily sighs as he digs his teeth into her skin, humming at the sting as he sucks a bruise in the hollow of her throat. He presses whisper soft kisses on her neck when he’s done, so light she starts to laugh and shy away, her ticklishness making her place her palms on his chest and shove him back.

“Stop,” she laughs breathlessly. Aaron’s heart jumps at the sight of her—warm brown eyes, flushed cheeks, dark hair tousled from his fingers. Whatever reply he had falls away as the sun hits her eyes, transforms them into burnt honey. He takes her face in his hands, kisses the tip of her nose and softly murmurs, “I love you.”

Emily smiles. Her stomach swoops like it always does when he says the words, a soft fluttering of butterfly wings that reaches her lungs, makes it hard to breathe. 

“I love you too,” she whispers, kissing him and sealing the statement between their lips. Everything goes quiet as their hands wander softly, trailing across warm skin they both know in their sleep. She digs her nails into his shoulder and he strokes his fingers across her hip bone, light touches that sear her skin, have her sigh into his mouth.

The doorbell rings. 

Emily starts to pull away from Aaron’s arms, eager to fill her growling stomach. He frowns when she whispers against his lips, “I’ll be right back.”

She barely jumps down from the counter before his hands are cupping her face and bringing her back into him. Their lips meet and she sighs, melting into his arms as he presses her against the counter. Vaguely, she thinks about the food, but he bites her bottom lip, slips his hand under her shirt to grip her thigh, and her mind goes blank. Aaron smirks against her lips when she goes boneless, kissing her until he steals the air from her lungs. He pulls back with a squeeze of her waist but she loops her arms around his neck, keeping him close. He presses his lips to her jaw, feels her fluttering pulse as she gasps. Aaron smiles into her skin.

“Open the door, baby,” he gently presses his thumb into her chin and places a soft kiss on her swollen lips, letting go of her waist as she blearily opens her eyes.

Emily’s knees grow weak. “What?” She breathes, brows furrowing over hazy eyes. She licks her lips, chasing the taste of him, and tightens her hands around his neck, pressing herself closer to his chest. 

Aaron grins, looking awfully pleased with himself. “Open the door,” he repeats, just as the doorbell rings again.

“Oh,” she blinks and withdraws her hands. “Right, food,” she mumbles, swiping the back of her hand across her lips as she pads across the kitchen floor. Aaron’s grin widens as he watches her dazedly tuck her hair behind her ear, “Don’t forget the money.” He calls out.

Emily hums and grabs the cash on the table next to the door. She doesn’t bother with counting the money and opens the door without looking through the peephole, her brain still buzzing from Aaron’s kiss. She licks her burning lips and holds her hand out, extending the money to the delivery guy.

Only it’s not the delivery guy.

Every single member of her team, barring Penelope, stands in front of her. Their concerned frowns give way to dropped jaws as Emily stands in front of them, half naked and extending money to Dave, her other hand absently dipped inside her shirt to touch her collarbone, her fingers smoothing over a reddened love bite.

The only way to describe her is domestic; bare feet, her face makeup free, a hair tie wrapped around her wrist. Her hair is down around her shoulders, fluffed out and messy, lying on top of a huge button down that reaches the tops of her thighs. Only a handful of buttons are done, most of them fished through the wrong holes, leaving her shirt lopsided and exposing the smooth skin of her torso, the black froth of lace underwear peeking out from where it hangs on her hips.

She gapes at them, swollen pink lips dropping open and dark eyes widening, a flush crawling up her cheeks that matches the color of the bruises on her neck. Reid immediately looks away, the exposed skin of her long legs making him blush.

“The fuck?” Emily blurts out, her blank mind still shrouded in fog. She can see the same confusion reflected in her friends’ faces, raised eyebrows and bewildered gazes meeting hers.

“Em?” Aaron calls out. “What’s taking so long? I’m getting cold over here,” she hears the teasing in his voice as his footsteps thud behind her.

Close the door, she tells herself, but she’s frozen in place, her fingers still gripping the money. Morgan’s eyes drag over her mussed hair and JJ smirks slightly as she takes in Aaron’s shirt hanging from her shoulders. Rossi steps back to look at the apartment number before sliding his gaze back to Emily, a small huh leaving him. Reid is still looking firmly away, cheeks red as he taps out a pattern on his fingertips.

“A-Aaron—” She begins, trying to get him to stay away, but his arms are around her waist before she can blink. He pulls her into his chest, his hand slipping through the gaps in her shirt to touch her skin.

“Did they forget the maple syrup this time, too? I told them—” 

She digs her elbow into his chest, hard, and he stops. Emily feels him tense behind her as he looks up, finally paying attention to the door—and the people standing in front of it. He inhales sharply and withdraws his hand from her shirt, his other hand falling from her waist, and blinks at his team standing on his doorstep.

He slams the door shut without a second thought.

They stand a few beats in bewildered silence before he turns to her, “What the fuck are they doing here?” He runs a hand through his hair, frowning at the door.

“I don’t know,” Emily hisses and buries her flaming face in her hands. The money gripped in her fist flutters to the floor, crumpled into balls. “Jesus, they saw me half naked. Reid saw me half naked. Oh, fuck,” she mutters into her palms, the pitch of her voice rising in panic. 

“Dave saw me half naked,” she whispers deliriously. “Fucking hell, he’s as old as—”

“We can hear you, you know.” Dave says through the door, his voice tinged in mild annoyance. She can hear the others talking, their voices a hushed rumble muffled through the wood.

Aaron ignores him and takes Emily into his arms. She’s stiff as a board, her muscles locked tight with tension, a far cry from the way she was melting into him just minutes ago. “Calm down, Em,” he murmurs, feeling strangely calm himself as he rubs his hand between her shoulder blades. “We knew they’d find out eventually.”

Emily shakes her head. “Not while I look fucked six ways from Sunday,” she whines, pushing her hair away from her flaming face.

Aaron smirks and she slaps her hand over his mouth. “Not a fucking word about that,” she warns. He nods down at her, his eyes shining with pride and amusement, something Emily ignores as she removes her hand.

“We have a case,” JJ yells through the door. “If one of you had opened your phones, we wouldn’t have had to come check if you were dead.” 

Emily can almost hear her eye roll.

“It’s our day off,” she yells back weakly, her face in Aaron’s neck as he runs his fingers through her tangled hair, trying to soothe her mortification.

“It seems serial killers don’t appreciate that,” Reid says mildly. 

Emily snorts slightly, her body starting to ease in Aaron’s arms. She leans back to look at him and he smiles at her, bending down to kiss the top of her head before he turns to the door. 

“We’ll meet you in the BAU. Is it a local case?”

“Yeah,” JJ responds. “Three murders in three weeks, they only just made the connection this morning.”

Aaron nods, scratching his short nails on Emily’s scalp. She relaxes into his chest and feels the vibration of his voice beneath her ear, “I’ll catch up with Garcia. You guys head back and we’ll coordinate from there.”

“Don’t take too long.” Dave says. Emily swears she can hear the smirk in his voice as they finally walk away, multiple footsteps thudding down the hall as she stands in Aaron’s arms. She moves out of his hold and walks to the door, looking through the peephole to make sure they’re gone.

The hallway is mercifully empty. “They’re gone,” she turns and presses her back against the door, sighing as her eyes meet Aaron’s. He smiles at her and she frowns. “How aren’t you bothered by this?”

He shrugs as he walks over to her. “Maybe I’m just glad they finally know,” he murmurs as he takes her hand and presses a lingering kiss on her knuckles. Emily’s lips curve upward and she sinks back against the door. “Aren’t you?”

She sighs. “I guess it’d be nice not to hide it anymore,” she agrees reluctantly. Her face twists up in a frown, “But they didn’t have to know that way. God, how am I gonna look them in the eye? I’m pretty sure they saw my underwear.” Emily groans.

Aaron bites his lip to hold back a laugh. “If it makes you feel better, I’ve seen all the guys in their underwear,” he soothes, cupping her face and kissing her forehead. “They’ve got nothing on you, sweetheart.”

“Your efforts at comforting are tragic,” she mutters, just as the doorbell rings again. Emily jumps and pushes herself off the door, ignoring the way Aaron laughs as he approaches it himself. 

“Who is it?” He calls out even as he looks through the peephole, his lips turned up in a smug smile.

“Delivery.” She hears through the door.

“You couldn’t have come sooner?” Emily grumbles, dragging her shirt down and trying to get it to cover more of her skin.

Aaron takes the crumpled bills from the floor and opens the door a crack, hiding Emily. He takes the food and thanks the delivery guy, the scent of pancakes and syrup wafting in immediately making her stomach grumble. Emily looks longingly at the bags in his hands. “Do we have time to eat?” Her eyes are pleading, her lower lip jutted because she already knows the answer.

“In the car, honey.” Aaron assures, setting the food down on the counter and pushing her to the bathroom. Emily groans.

“Fuck serial killers.”

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Hot hot hot!!

Another Hotchniss filth age gap idea for you bestie: How about Dave is emily's father figure (not necessarily her step-dad but he has always been there when her real parents weren't) and Aaron is his best friend….so she's essentially fucking her dad's best friend haha

A/N: Bestie you know I love the AU’s and the age difference so you KNEW this was right up my alley lol. I hope you like our idiots being filthy together!

Title: From boys to men  Summary: From the moment Emily meets Aaron she knows that she has to have him, she doesn’t care that he’s older than her, doesn’t care that he’s Dave’s best friend. She wants him. Word count: 3,8k Rating: Explicit   Warnings: Smut, oral sex, dirty talk, choking, age difference, (Emily is 22, Aaron is 40-ish)

“Bella!”

The familiar sound of Dave’s voice makes her hurry downstairs from where she had been packing up the last few things that she still had in her parents’ home.

“Dave!” She beams and happily accepts the tight hug and kiss to her cheek. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too, kiddo.”

Dave had been in her life as long as she could remember, a close friend to her parents and the one who she had come to know as a second father. In some ways he had always been the one to look out for her, even when she didn’t want it. They had only gotten closer when she moved back to the states for college. And now she was moving to her own apartment, her dorm room all packed up and she was starting a new part of her life, a part she was excited for.

“Have you got everything you need?” Dave asks just as a second figure appeared in the doorway and Emily swore she had never seen a more attractive man. “Oh right, Emily this is Aaron, one of my best friends. He’s kind enough to help out.”

“Like you’d be able to carry all those boxes without breaking your back, old man.” Aaron says causing Dave to feign hurt.

“Hey, you might be a decade younger but I am still wiser.” Dave jokes and Emily rolls her eyes. She had heard that before.

“Oh right, that’s how it goes.” Aaron teases gently and smiles at her while extending his hand. “Aaron Hotchner.”

“Emily Prentiss.” She takes his hand and shakes it, eyes locked on his. “Thanks for helping out.” When she pulls her hand back her palm tingles, the heat of his hand feeling like a brand on her skin.

“We should get going.” Dave interrupts, seemingly oblivious to the way Emily can’t tear her eyes off his best friend. “So we have time to unpack the heavy stuff and then I was thinking I’d treat you to dinner?” He looks between Aaron and Emily, his smile as kind as always.

“Sounds perfect.” She says and she sees Aaron nodding in her peripheral.

It was going to be a great day.

“So, how do you feel about living on your own?” Dave asked, chopsticks in hand. She smirked at him, knowing that he was more worried about her than anything else.

“It’ll be fine Dave, no need to worry.” She leaned back in her seat. “It’s like I’m an adult now.”

“You can’t blame me, you’re the closest thing I have to a daughter. And you’re barely an adult.” He shrugged and as much as she tried, she couldn’t keep herself from smiling.

“I’m 22 years old!” She laughs but secretly she loves that he cares for her in this way, her parents never did. “I’ll be okay, besides you’re 20 minutes away, it’s closer than when I was at Yale.”

“Yeah but-” The sound of Dave’s phone ringing cut him off and he sighed. “Sorry, I gotta take this.”

“Never met a busier man.” Aaron said once they were alone and she nodded as she looked at him from across the table.

She had spent most of the afternoon looking at him, feeling her mouth go dry by the way he effortlessly lifted heavy boxes, felt tingles down her spine as she watched his large hands flex as he helped her move the couch, she wondered what his hands would feel like on her body.

“So Aaron,” She made sure to put on a face of innocence “how do you know Dave?”

“We used to work together, before he retired.” Aaron leaned back slightly in his seat as he spun noodles around his chopsticks. “He trained me.”

“Oh, so you’re working for the FBI?” She made sure to keep eye contact, trying to size him up.

“Yeah, the behavioral analysis unit.” He smiled easily and Emily found herself wanting to press a finger against the dimple in his cheek.  

“No wonder you carried those boxes like they weighed nothing.” When one of his eyebrows arched she let out a breathy laugh. “Of course I noticed, how could I not?” She batted her eyelashes and she could see him swallowing and then cleared his throat.

“I’m flattered.” He said and looked down at his plate. He should not find a girl more than 15 years younger than him this attractive, he should not wonder what her lips tasted like or imagine the softness of her skin.

“Sorry about that.” Dave is suddenly there, sitting down and Aaron breathes a sigh of relief.

He could not go there with Emily, she was off limits.

It’s been three weeks since she moved and Aaron and Dave had both popped in to help out around the apartment, building furniture and painting walls even when she had told them both that she didn’t need their help. But she wasn’t going to argue too much, because seeing Aaron always ended with her hand between her legs later that night as she thought of him. She knew that he had caught on to the flirting, but he was still keeping his distance.

What he didn’t know was that what Emily wanted, she got. And she wanted him.

It was a warm Sunday when she got home from lunch with a friend. When she entered her apartment it was bordering on suffocatingly hot and she quickly made her way towards the AC. To her frustration it was dead and she had no idea what was wrong with it. She groaned as she pushed her hair out of her face.

“Great.” She muttered and reached for her phone to call Dave.

“Hey kiddo.” He sounded unusually happy she thought.

“Hey Dave, I have a question. What do you know about AC’s?” She started to move around the apartment to open the windows.

“Absolutely nothing.” He chuckled when she let out a sound of annoyance. “Besides, I’m in LA for the weekend, coming back tomorrow. But call Aaron, he might be able to help.”

Well that got her in a great mood.

“Okay, thanks.”

“Anytime Bella.”

She hung up and made her way towards her bedroom to change as she called Aaron.

“Aaron Hotchner.” He sounded distracted she thought.

“Hey, Aaron it’s Emily.” She kicked off her jeans and tore of her t-shirt as she kept him on speakerphone.

“Emily, are you alright?” She could hear the pause in his voice and she didn’t blame him.

“Yeah I’m fine, but my AC is out and I don’t know how to fix it and Dave is gone this weekend but he suggested that I could call you… Do you think you could come over?” She bit her bottom lip as she waited for his response that seemed to take forever.

“I can be there in an hour.”

Game on.

Almost exactly 60 minutes to the dot later, he was knocking on her door. When she opened it she saw the quick look of surprise on his face at the state of her undress. She had decided on a thin tank top and the shortest shorts she owned, blaming it on the heat if he dared to bring it up.

“Thank you for coming.” She smiled and gestured for him to come inside.

“Not a problem, hopefully I can figure it out.” As he moved towards the AC, she sat down on the couch.

“I’ll call someone tomorrow if you can’t.” She let her eyes move over him, he really was a stunning man. She wasn’t sure if he heard her, his focus already on the AC as he looked it over.

It didn’t take long, Aaron pushing buttons and looking over some of the wires before the buzz of the AC sounded through the apartment and Aaron laughed.

“Well, that was quick enough.” He said, his eyes lingering on her smooth thighs for a moment before forcing himself to look away.

“Sorry you had to drive all the way here for that.” She stood from the couch and batted her eyelashes as she slowly licked her bottom lip. When his eyes fastened on it she knew that she hadn’t imagined the way he had been looking at her.

“Not a problem. But now it’s fixed so I-” His words are cut off by the feeling of Emily’s hands pushing him against the wall. She’s so close that he can smell her perfume, could count her freckles and he knows that he should push her away, but he doesn’t.

“What are you doing?” He asks instead, voice low and the raspiness of it lets her know that he’s not unaffected by her proximity.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” She pushes up against him and he backs harder into the wall. With a smirk on her face she tilts her head as she looks up at him.

“We can’t.” He shakes his head, tries to rid himself of her perfume and soft body against his. Then her hand lands on his chest and he watches as she slowly moves it up to gently grab the back of his neck. When her nails scratch the base of his skull he swallows down a groan.

“Why not?” She doesn’t let his words deter her, she could feel his want pressing against her hip, could see how his pupils dilated.

“You’re too young.” He gets out through a clenched jaw and she laughs at his reply. “And you’re basically Dave’s daughter.”

“I won’t tell if you won’t” She tugs slightly on his short hair and his hands grab her hips in response. But he doesn’t push her away, and she knows she has him. “I want you. And I know you want me too.”

“Emily…” His fingers flex around her hips as he tries to keep some resemblance of control. But there’s no denying the want he feels when he looks at her, the attraction that had been clear the moment they met. When he opened his eyes she was even closer, her lips almost brushing against his. “I should have known you were trouble from the start.”

“You have no idea.” She whispers and then her lips press against his. The moment they kiss Aaron seems to give in fully, his hands moving from where they had been frozen on her hips to the small of her back, pulling her further into him. When his tongue licked at the seam of her lips she moaned softly and she swore she heard a sound of satisfaction from him.

He pushed her back, breaking their embrace and when he looked at her again, her breathing hitched. The hesitation that had previously been there was long gone as he looked at her with something dark, his eyes moving over her body slowly, deliberately and she felt her cheeks flush.

“What?” She finally asked, almost squirming under the intensity of his stare.

“You really are a gorgeous thing.” He muttered and caught her lips in another kiss, his hand firm around the back of her neck while the other sneaked under her tank top. He broke the kiss only to taste the skin of her jaw, her neck, taking note of what spots made her gasp and moan.

“Take of your shirt.” He said and Emily let out a breathy chuckle.

“So this is how this is going to go? You barking orders at me?”

“Yes.” The tone of voice was firm, determined, his face stern as he stared her down and she could feel her cheeks heating at the same time as heat settled as a dull ache between her legs. It’s his turn to smirk, happy with how fast the tables turned. “You don’t think I can’t tell that’s what you really want? What you crave?”

She swallowed hard when his fingers tangled in her hair, giving her a moment before pulling back, forcing her head back and she gasped.

“There she is.” He mumbled against her jaw. “See you’re not as good as you make yourself out to be in front of others, are you?”

“Aaron,” Her hands were fisting his shirt, close to ripping the fabric. In a matter of seconds he had taken complete control and she had never wanted anyone more. “Please.”

“Please what?” He nipped at her bottom lip, tugging it between his teeth and pulled lightly.

“More, fuck anything.” She breathed and he let go of her hair with a hum of satisfaction.

“Come on.” He put just enough distance between them to take her hand in his and dragged her towards the bedroom. When he turned back to her he quickly grabbed the hem of her top and pulled it over her head, a low groan sounding in his throat when he saw that she wasn’t wearing a bra. “Naughty girl.”

She didn’t get the time to respond, his lips once again on hers as they started to tear at clothes. Her hands moved over his strong chest, enjoyed the heat of his skin and the feel of his chest hair against her palms before moving further down to work on his jeans. With some help from him, she got them off, his jeans and boxers landing in a pile on the floor and her shorts soon following.

The sound that ripped from his throat when she wrapped her hand around his painfully hard shaft sent tingles along her body, and she knew she needed to hear it again. She pulled him into another kiss, only licking over his bottom lip for a moment before continuing to kiss down his jaw. His stubble was rough against her lips, a feeling she enjoyed until Aaron’s heavy hand pushed in her shoulder, urging her further down.

When her knees hit the floor with a soft thump she looked up at him with wide eyes, her hand still stroking him.

“Open your mouth Emily.” He pushes his thumb between her lips and when her tongue circles the pad of it he smiles. “Good girl.” He pulls his thumb out and gives her a nod and it’s the only thing she needs before she takes his cock in between her lips.

Her mouth is wet and hot and he hisses at the sudden pleasure as she licks around the tip of him, tasting his precum with a sigh before moving further down. He throws his head back as she takes more of him, he’s sure he’s never felt a more wicked mouth around him.

Emily keeps her eyes on him, gauges his reactions and feels smug as he groans and swears above her. Like he senses it he looks back at her, and his fingers tangle in her hair again. The scratch of his short nails against her scalp makes her moan and his hips buckles against her face in return to the vibrations around his shaft.

“Can you take it all?” He growls, fingers tightening slightly as she licks the length of him. She isn’t sure she can, he’s thick and long but she was damn well going to try so she nods. Her lips wraps around him again, and she slowly pushes forward, making sure to flick her tongue and relax her throat.

“Fuck, just like that.” He doesn’t push her forward, watches in awe as she chokes and her eyes turn glassy. “Gorgeous.” He mumbles, more to himself than anything as he watches how she pulls back to breathe and then takes him back in her mouth. This time she doesn’t stop until the entire length of him has disappeared and when she chokes, he groans at the way her throat contracts around him.

She pulls back gasping, a tear falling from her eye and he carefully brushes it away and she smiles, proud that she had done what he asked. As she tries to continue, his fingers tighten in her hair and she hisses at the pull.

“Come here.” He gasps and effortlessly pulls her up to stand again. His hands move over her body, taking in every curve and valley as he lays her on the bed. He listens to her moans as he sucks on a nipple, watches the flush on her skin as he touches her everywhere except where she wants. She tries to turn them, but he’s too strong and easily pins her down with a slight shake of his head. He licks between the valley of her breasts, sucks hard on her collarbone, making her mewl. When her legs spread for him he smiles against the skin of her neck.

“What do you need?” He whispers, one hand moving between her legs, gripping the soft skin of her thigh and then slowly moving further up.

“You.” She pants, her body feeling like it was on fire from his lips and touch. She could barely think, let alone form words and for a brief moment she wonders if this is what madness felt like. Then his fingers move through her, slowly, carefully and her hips twitch.

“So wet, all for me.” He wants to taste her, wants to make her fall apart again and again but his own need to feel her wins out and he quickly rolls between her spread legs. He groans at the heat of her against him, lets the length of him move against her as he claims her lips in a breathless kiss.

“Aaron, please.” She whimpers, and he knows that the sound of her begging him will stay with him forever. He keeps his eyes on hers when he pushes inside of her, wants to see the pleasure on her face. Her jaw turns slack, her eyes drift close and a moan, breathy and loud falls from her lips and he can’t help the way his hips snap in response.

Her legs wrap around his waist, causing him to go deeper inside of her and he groans lowly. He moves with long strokes, each of his thrusts met by her moving hips. She clings to him, her nails digging into his back as he fucks her hard enough for her body to jolt. The sounds that come from her are breathy and deep and unfamiliar to her, the pleasure he’s causing almost overwhelming.

“God you’re so fucking tight.” He rasps and she can only whine in response as he sneaks a hand between them to rub her clit. When her eyes roll back and her back arches into him, he takes advantage and sucks on one of her nipples.

It’s not long before she starts to feel the coiling in her belly, and she knows that Aaron feels the way she’s clenching around him when he looks down at her with a smug grin.

“If you stop I’ll kill you.” She breathes and he chuckles but he doesn’t stop.

“Already so close. It’s going to be fun to see how many times I can get you to fall apart for me.” His voice has dropped even further, his own arousal clear as he speaks. He moves up on his knees, continues to rub her clit and holds her hip with his other hand, keeping her in place as he pushes deep and hard inside of her.

She comes in only a few moments, tensing and shaking at the same time as she cries out loud enough that she knows the neighbors would be able to hear. It only seems to spur him on, his thumb insistent on her clit, and hips strong as he fucks her through it.

“One more.” He growls and she whimpers but nods. There wasn’t a doubt in her mind that he’d make her come again.

He grunts when she starts to clench around him again in no time at all and he rubs her clit faster. Watching Emily come might be the most erotic thing he’s ever seen and he knew right then that this wouldn’t be a one-time thing. She comes with a groan, hips buckling and head thrown back as she moans his name.

It isn’t until she’s sucking in desperate breaths of air that he slows to let her come down from her high. When her eyelids finally flutter open, her dark eyes are hazy and there’s a lazy smile on her lips.

“Let me ride you.” She says and he nods before laying down.

He watches with dark eyes as she straddles him, lets his hand rest on her hips as she starts to slowly grind on him.

“You’re so big.” She gasps, the fill of him close to painful as she moves above him. Her eyes find his, sees the same pleasure reflected in his eyes that she feels and she smiles.

“I know, baby.” He whispers as he enjoys the view of her on top of him. “You’re doing so good.”

“I want you to come inside of me.” She plants her hands on his chest and starts to move faster, lifting herself up and down. “I want to feel it.”

“Jesus Christ.” He grunts, his hips pushing up against her in response. “Make me come then, filthy thing.”

Emily keeps her hands on his chest as she grinds and rocks her hips above him, wanting him to feel as good as he had made her feel. When his hands grip her hips harder she knows he’s getting close and she lets him help her move. Then one hand moves from her hip to wrap around her neck and she gasps as she looks down at him, finding the look on his face close to wild.

“Fuck, that’s it.” He growls as he squeezes slightly around her neck. “Gonna come inside of you, pretty thing, don’t stop.”

She doesn’t. If anything her movements become frenzied, the feeling of his hand around her throat and the feeling of him inside of her driving her crazy. When his hand tightens and he groans her name she whines, the sound of his name falling from her lips and it’s the last nudge he needs before his hips stutter against her and he comes with a loud grunt.

His hands loosen and she switches to slowly roll her hips against his, drawing out his pleasure until he stops her with a breathless laugh.

“Give me 30 minutes and then we’re doing that again.” He says and she feels another rush of arousal settle in her belly.

“What’s the matter, old man?” She teases and he laughs.

“Do not even think about acting like a brat right now.” He pinches her side and she jerks before settling back over his lap, happy to watch him as he catches his breath.

“So, we’re doing this again?” She asks with smiles as she looks down at him.

“Oh yes, we’re definitely doing this again.” He gently pulls her down to kiss her. “There’s no way I’m letting go of you.”

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Holy holy holy FUCK this is so good.

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This was so damn hot.

No One Else

Emily and Aaron are on a well deserved vacation before their baby arrives.

When someone flirts with her on the beach, Emily refuses to let it ruin the rest of their stay.

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Hi friends!

Just some good old jealous/insecure Aaron content that leads to smut. Please let me know what you think <3

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Words: 4.7k (this really got away from me we all know i can't help myself with the world building)

Warnings: Pregnancy, Smut, 18+

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

“Mama don’t go!”

Emily feels her heart ache as her little boy snuggles deeper into her side where they are cuddling on the couch, the two-year-old’s face buried in her chest as she holds him close. Even after all this time, almost five years since she’d stepped into a maternal role in Jack’s life, she still wasn’t used to the specific kind of guilt that came with being a mother. A heavy weight on her chest whenever she made a decision, even something as simple as going on a well-needed vacation with her husband. 

“Sammy, honey, it’s just for a few days,” she says, pushing his dark hair out of his face, smiling when it flops back onto his forehead, “And you’ll have so much fun with Jack and Aunt Jessie.” 

Samuel frowns as he pulls back, the expression making him look so much like Aaron she finds herself having to suppress a smile, “Baby sissy’s going.” 

Emily presses her lips together as she looks at her son, her other hand drifting to her rounded stomach, “That’s because your sister lives inside of me sweet boy,” she says, her smile finally breaking free, “She has to go wherever I go.”

Her pregnancy was one of the main reasons she and Aaron had decided to go away on vacation, both of them well aware their life was only going to get even busier in three months when their daughter was born. She was excited to spend some time with her husband, to soak up alone time with him and have a few days where they were just Emily and Aaron, not Mom and Dad or Prentiss and Hotch.

It also didn’t hurt that they’d chosen to go to Barbados, the chance to soak up some winter sun almost as appealing to her as spending the next several days watching her husband walk around in swim shorts. 

Samuel sighs and snuggles in closer to her again, making sure he’s as close to her as he can be with her bump in the way, “Miss Mama.”

She presses a kiss to the top of his head and holds him tightly, burying her face in the top of his head and smelling the scent of his shampoo, “I’ll miss you too, baby,” she says,” kissing the top of his head again, “But we’ll call every day.”

Any further conversation is cut off as Jack comes bounding into the room, the sound of Aaron dragging suitcases through the hallway following shortly behind him.

“We’re ready!” Jack says as he sits next to Emily on her other side, his smile wide, “I helped Dad pack.”

Emily smiles as she wraps an arm around him, tugging him closer. She knew his keenness to help out often outweighed how helpful he was, but he was insistent on helping to get the bags packed, especially since Aaron had refused to let Emily help.

He liked to claim it was because she was six months pregnant and needed to rest, but she distinctly remembered him refusing her help for their honeymoon too and she wasn’t pregnant then. He often said she couldn’t pack to save her life, something even she could admit was true, and he’d pack her go-bag for cases too back when she was still in the BAU before she switched departments when Samuel was born. Dave always joked that the first inkling he had that something was going on between them was the lack of wrinkles in her clothes, the fact they’d clearly been packed with a level of care she rarely had the energy for as she stuffed her go-bag whenever they got a call. 

“Thanks for being so helpful, sweetie,” she says, kissing Jack’s temple and smiling when he tries to shift away from her, on the edge of being a pre-teen, the first signs of finding his parents embarrassing starting to make themselves known. She winks at him as she pulls back, “I was just telling Sammy how much fun you’ll have with Aunt Jessie whilst Dad and I are on vacation.” 

Jack smiles, catching on to the fact that she wants his help to convince his little brother that everything will be fine. He leans forward to look at Samuel, a look on his face that Aaron would say was all her. 

“Sammy it’s going to be so fun,” he says enthusiastically, “And Aunt Jess will make cookies for us.” 

Samuel’s eyes light up for the first time since she’d sat down with him on the couch, “I love cookies.” 

Emily hears a chuckle from the doorway and turns to find her husband standing there looking at him, a smile on his face that never failed to make her stomach flip in a way that had nothing to do with their daughter rolling her belly. 

“First smile all morning and it’s because of the thought of cookies,” he says, winking at her as he walks over, leaning over the back of the couch to press a kiss to her lips, “He really is all you.” 

She playfully narrows her eyes at him, fighting a smile as Jack laughs and Samuel joins in, even though he doesn’t understand, “Careful, honey. You’ve got to be nice to me or I won’t be nice to you.” 

His smile only gets wider as he stamps another kiss to her lips before he stands up straight, “Ready to go, sweetheart?” 

She nods, pulling her sons closer for a moment, enjoying the feeling of them against her for the last time in a few days. 

“So ready.”

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Emily sighs contentedly as she settles onto the sun lounger, enjoying the warmth of the sun on her skin and the shift of her daughter in her belly. She places her hand on her bump and rubs a circle over it, the soft material of her black swimsuit warm against her palm. 

“This is much better than the freezing cold at home, huh sweet girl?” She says, her smile widening when she feels a kick in response. She looks up, pressing her lips together as she watches Aaron walk back towards her from the shoreline, water glistening on his skin from where he’d taken a dip in the ocean to cool off, “The view is much better here too.” 

Aaron smiles at her as their eyes meet and he starts to walk quicker, kicking up some sand as he makes it to her side, always keen to be as close to her as possible. He can’t help but let his eyes trail over her, his gaze lingering on her bump and curves accentuated by pregnancy. He knew she was somewhat self-conscious of her appearance these days, somehow more aware of it this time around than she had been when she was pregnant with Samuel. She always rolled her eyes when he said she looked beautiful, or when he stared at her a little too long, but he didn’t think he’d ever loved her more. 

“Stop looking at me like that,” she says, raising her eyebrow at him as his eyes meet hers. 

“I can’t help myself,” he replies, leaning down to kiss her, smiling into it when she hooks her hand around the back of his head, holding him closer as she tastes the salt water on his lips. He pulls back, “You know you in a bathing suit is my weakness,” he says, sitting on the edge of her sun lounger, careful not to overbalance it. He places his hand on her thigh and squeezes, barely hiding a smirk when she shivers, something they both know has nothing to do with the cool water transferring from his skin to hers, “You remember our honeymoon right? We had Sammy 9 months later.” 

She shakes her head and laughs at him, “I remember I wore a lot of barely-there bikinis in our private villa,” she says, sighing as she looks at her bump, running her hand over it again, scrunching her nose up at the sight of her one piece, “Not this…tarp of a one piece.” 

He’s careful not to laugh, clearing his throat to stop the sound from escaping as he shifts his hand to her stomach, smiling as he feels their daughter move.

“You’re beautiful,” he says, leaning down to kiss her bump, both of them laughing when the baby kicks a little harder than usual, “You’re beautiful too princess, don’t worry,” he says to the bump before he sits back up, smiling at his wife as their eyes meet, “Do you need me to go get you anything?” 

She hums as she thinks about it, her mind drifting to the delicious, but sadly alcohol-free, cocktail she’d had when they first arrived at the beach. It was frozen and sweet and exactly the kind of thing she was currently craving. 

“Maybe a drink?”

He smiles and leans down to kiss her before he stands up straight, “That overpriced juice they put in a blender and have the nerve to call a cocktail?” He asks, raising an eyebrow at her. 

She smiles and reaches out for his hand, squeezing it tightly, “You’re the best baby daddy.” 

He rolls his eyes lovingly as she lets go of his hand, “Don’t call me that, I’m your husband.” 

She chuckles as he walks away, her enjoyment at winding him up never dulling even for a second. She lays there, eyes closed as she idly thinks about how they’ll need to top up their sunscreen soon, when she senses a shadow loom over her, blocking the sun. 

“That didn’t take long…” she trails off as she opens her eyes and sees a man who definitely isn’t her husband standing over her, a smile on his face. He’s tall and blonde, and his smile lets her know he’s far too sure of himself. She sits up a little, her band against her bump protectively as she does so, “Can I help you?” 

He sits down on Aaron’s sun lounger, clearly not picking up on her immediate defensiveness, “Hi, I’m Dan.” 

She presses her lips into a firm line, “Hi Dan. Can I help you?” 

He smirks and she raises an eyebrow at him, “You can start by telling me your name.” 

It’s one of the rare occasions when she’s grateful for how she was raised, how she can control her facial expressions, how she can stop herself from scrunching her nose up in disgust at this man who was flirting with her. Not only was she visibly pregnant, but she and Aaron hadn’t exactly been shy in their affection for each other since they’d arrived at the beach a few hours ago. They rarely had the opportunity to be this affectionate with each other outside of their home, both of them so intensely private that they wanted to keep them for themselves. Largely out of view from their friends who still found their relationship fascinating even after all this time. 

Here it didn’t matter. No one knew them. They were just a couple on the beach like so many other people, taking the opportunity to seek out the sun in winter. 

She forces a polite smile on her face, “Look, Dan. I’m sure you’re a nice guy, but I’m really not interested.” 

His smile doesn’t falter his he runs his hands through his hair “Come on, I’m sure you’d have a lot more fun with me than with Mr Serious who you’re here with.” 

Her polite smile fades, and she glares at him, her shackles rising at the way he was, admittedly gently, making fun of her husband. She liked to point out how serious Aaron was sometimes, softly smiling at him when he was particularly stern, but he was her person to make fun of, no one else’s - something that Derek and Dave had come up against more than once. 

They still brought up the time she’d locked them in a supply closet for joking that Aaron needed to lighten up after a prank gone wrong.

“Firstly, that man is my husband,” she says, raising her left hand so he can see her rings, her bump clearly not enough for this man to leave her alone, “Secondly, he’s an FBI agent. We both are actually.” 

She watches as Dan’s eyes go slightly wide, his smile slipping away slightly, but before she can say anything else they are interrupted.

“Thirdly, he’s standing right here.” 

She turns to see Aaron standing just a few feet away from them, his glare nowhere near diminished by the fact he has a brightly coloured cocktail in each hand, the tiny umbrellas sticking out of them almost shrinking under his sternness. She can tell by his expression that he’d heard more than she would have wanted him to, a flicker of hurt in his eyes that makes her even more irritated at the man who had decided to interrupt their afternoon. 

Dan stands up, all of his confidence gone as he clears his throat, muttering an apology under his breath as he stalks away without looking back. 

Emily looks at Aaron again and watches carefully as he stands frozen in place. She gives him a second to move and when he doesn’t, she gently prompts him, “Please tell me one of those drinks is for me?” 

He looks at her and nods, smiling tightly as he passes her the drink intended for her, “I decided to get one too,” he says, sitting down on his sun lounger, his eyes drifting back to where Dan had wandered off, “Although mine has tequila in it.” 

She groans, enjoying a taste of the frozen drink as she smiles at him, “Lucky,” she blows out a breath, desperate to relieve some of the tension, “It’s good you arrived when you did, he really didn’t take a hint,” she has another sip of her drink, “Who hits on someone who is not only visibly quite pregnant, but also obviously here with someone?”

He smiles tightly at the incredulous tone of her voice as he looks back at her, “What did I tell you, sweetheart,” he says softly, “You’re beautiful.” 

Despite the compliment, she can see the sadness still lingering in his eyes, and she has half a mind to find Dan on the beach and give him a piece of her mind.

___

Despite his attempt to hide it from her, he’s grumpy for the rest of the day. 

Not with her, never with her. He’s soft and kind and loving as he always his, his hand on her lower back as he guides her into the hotel’s restaurant, his smile soft as he pulls her chair out for her. 

He’s grumpy with everyone else. An edge to every look he throws to anyone who interacts with her, a tone in his voice when the waiter who has served them the last couple of nights brings the drink she always orders without asking. 

She lets it go, deciding not to mention it until they get back to their suite. Her final straw is when she shows him a picture of the boys playing in the snow in Jessica’s yard on her phone and it fails to lift his mood. Emily sighs as she sits next to him on the couch, her hand on his thigh as she squeezes it.

“Okay, honey. Talk to me,” she says, raising her eyebrow at him when he frowns, turning to look at her with confusion in his eyes. “Look, I’m usually happy to let you wallow as long as you need to, but we’re only here for another couple of days and I’d like to enjoy the rest of our time here without you glaring at anyone who interacts with me.” 

Aaron sighs and he closes his eyes, shaking his head at himself as he gives himself a second. He places his hand on hers on his leg and links their fingers together. 

“I’m sorry,” he says, opening his eyes and looking at her, guilt licking at his insides at the concern that was shining in her eyes, “I just can’t stop thinking about the guy on the beach.” 

She has to stop herself from rolling her eyes and she actively ignores how she feels her cheeks start to heat up. They were both prone to jealousy from time to time, and she knew she wasn’t completely innocent, but it feels even more ridiculous than usual. 

“Aaron,” she says softly, cupping his cheek and making him look at her, her thumb tracing back and forth on his sun-kissed skin, “You have nothing to be jealous of,” she says, “Nothing at all. Your third kid is currently using my organs as punching bags,” she smiles at him, “I think that should count for something.” 

He turns his face and kisses her palm, “It’s not that I’m jealous,” he says, and she raises both brows at him, her disbelief painted across her face and it makes him choke out a laugh, “Okay, it’s not only that. I…it’s just you could do so much better than me. That’s all.” 

It was something he’d grappled with since they got together. Emily was everything. She was beautiful, smart, kind and for a reason he’d never quite been able to figure out - completely in love with him. It wasn’t that he doubted, not for a second, but he didn’t understand why. 

She could do better than him, and everyone knew it. 

She frowns, choking on a disbelieving laugh as she shakes her head at him, “Honey, that’s not true.” 

“That guy was right. I’m too serious, even when I don’t mean to be. We were on the beach on vacation and a stranger was still able to pick up on it.”

Emily stares at him and she leans forward, resting her forehead against his, “I love that you’re serious. I love that the boys are too,” she pulls back to look at him and she moves their joint hands to her bump, “I hope she’s serious too, something is going to have to be to counteract the fact she’s half me.” 

He huffs out a laugh, “Em.”

“I mean it,” she says, stamping her lips against his, “I love you,” she kisses him again, firmer this time, smiling into it when she feels his hand shift to grab at her hip, “I’m all yours.” 

He groans, tightening his hold on her hip, “All mine.” 

“All yours,” she whispers, kissing him again, licking her tongue over the seam of his lips, sighing contentedly when he gives her access, pulling her closer as he deepens the kiss. They lose themselves in each other, hands drifting under clothes, grasping at familiar skin. She pulls back breathlessly, her teeth digging into his lower lip as she pulls at it gently. She smirks as she puts some space between them. She stands up, her smile turning soft as he immediately stands with her, his hands on her hips as he guides her up. She links a hand through his and tugs him towards the bedroom. “Come with me.”

He kisses her as they walk, paying close attention to her throat, his hands drifting down her sides as they go, “So beautiful,” he says, any insecurities seemingly gone for now as he grasps at her skin through the floating material of her dress, “All mine.” 

She turns in his arms when they reach the foot of the bed and she kisses him fiercely. Her hand drifts down his abdomen, and she smiles when she palms him through his pants, tasting his groan as he subconsciously thrusts towards her, half hard and already straining. 

She pulls back to look at him, gazing up at him through her long lashes, her teeth sinking into her lower lip as she unbuckles his belt, “Usually I’d get down on my knees for you,” she says, stamping her lips against hers, her bump pressed between them, “But I think I’d never get back up,” she lets his belt fall open and then unzips his pants, stepping backwards to sit on the edge of the bed, her face level with him as she pushes his pants and boxers down past his hips, “So this will have to do.” 

Aaron grunts as she wraps her hand around him, pumping him up and down a few times, her thumb spreading a bead of pre-cum over the tip of him, “Em-”

Anything else he was going to say is cut off as she leans forward, taking him into her mouth. He grunts, his hands automatically finding her hair and threading his fingers through it, thrusting slightly against her face. 

“Jesus, baby,” he says, closing his eyes as she swallows around him, her nose against his pubic bone before she pulls back, sucking in a breath as she looks up. Her eyes are shining and a trail of spit is connecting her lower lip to the tip of him, and she’s never looked so beautiful, so his, “You’re so fucking gorgeous.” 

She smiles and sucks in another breath, leaning in again and taking him back down her throat. She bobs her head up and down, using her hands to pump him in tandem, as familiar with his body as he was with hers. His grunts and grip on her hair spurs her on, his words strained as they fill the air around them. 

“Em. Fuck. Mine.”

She can feel him start to lose control, his grip on her tighter, his thrusts stronger. He pulls back from her, leaning down to kiss her, smirking at the disappointment he tastes on her tongue, only partially masked by the taste of himself. 

“I was having fun,” she grumbles breathlessly, and he chuckles, kissing her again before he pulls back, pulling his shirt over his head.

“Take off your clothes,” he demands, and she nods, shedding herself of her dress and underwear as quickly as she can, watching him as he gets rid of his pants entirely. When he's done he looks at her, barely suppressing a growl at the sight of her. She was gorgeous, her eyes wide and hazy with arousal as she stares back at him, her stomach rounded with their child, her breasts bigger than they usually were, “Turn around.” 

She smiles, the wave of arousal that floods through her at the instruction making her shiver as she does as he’s told her to. She turns and rests on her hands and knees, one of her hands briefly on her stomach as she tries to get comfortable, desperate to ease some of the pressure on her back. Before she can think about it any further Aaron is there, a pillow that he’s somehow grabbed from the top of the bed in his hands as he slides it underneath her, allowing it to take the weight of her belly. He kisses her cheek, the action tender, soft. Intimate in a way she’d never experienced with anyone other than him. She turns her head to kiss him, capturing his lips against hers, and she smiles softly when he pulls back. 

“You okay?” He asks, voice rough with want as he controls himself for a moment, her comfort always his priority, and she nods, stamping her lips against his for a moment. 

“Yes,” she replies, “Please, Aaron. I need you.” 

He kisses her, fiercer this time as the brief moment of tenderness disappears, and then he’s gone, his warmth shifting from her side to behind her. She grasps the sheets in her fists as she waits, the anticipation making her blood fizz under her skin. She almost screams when he licks through her from behind, her fists impossibly tighter around the sheets as her head falls forward. 

“Fuck, Aaron,” she says, her hips twitching as he pulls back, a chuckle pressed against her lower back as he kisses it. 

“So wet for me already, sweetheart,” he says, lining himself up with her, trailing his tip through her teasingly, “And I’ve barely touched you.” 

“Please,” she repeats, on edge already, her heightened hormones making her usual desire for him almost ridiculous, her body almost shaking with it. 

When he pushes forward they both moan, the familar stretch of him enough to make them both pause, taking a desperately needed moment to try and gain back some control. He presses his body against hers, his chest draped over her back and his hands over hers, his fingers locking with hers on the mattress.

“You feel so good, Em,” he mutters, his forehead against the top of her head, “Like you were made for me.” 

She grunts, clenching around him as he stays maddeningly still, every nerve in her body poised to catch fire as she tries to encourage him to move. She tilts her head upwards, his forehead now against hers, his harsh breath skipping across her face, and she smiles at him. 

“Show me,” she says, pushing her hips back into his, “Show me how I’m all yours.”

It works just like she knew it would, pushing him to start moving his hips against hers, any teasing forgotten as he does exactly what she’d asked of him. It’s hard and fast and everything she wanted, driving her embarrassingly close to the edge already. 

“You’re mine,” he grunts, his skin slapping against hers as he continues to push his hips into her. He moves one of his hands between them, circling her clit, smirking against her as she gets impossibly tighter around him, her hips stuttering as she gets closer, “Come for me sweetheart,” he mutters, his touch getting firmer, “Cum for me and then I’ll fill you with even more of me.” 

His words, combined with his palm on her belly, tip her over the edge. She comes with a scream, something she tries and fails to muffle as she collapses forward her arms giving out from under her as she presses her face into the bedding. 

He comes seconds later, both of them groaning as he does so, and he slows his hips against hers, dropping a kiss to her temple as he tries to catch his breath. He stays there, still leaning over her for a second before he kisses her cheek, then her jaw, before he pulls back. 

“Wait there a second,” he says, walking towards the ensuite bathroom. 

He makes quick work of cleaning himself off and then reaching for a fresh towel before he walks back into the bedroom. He smiles to himself when he sees she’s still lying exactly as he left her, and he sits next to her on the bed, his smile turning into a smirk when she jumps slightly as he cleans her off, a smugness to his expression that has her rolling her eyes as she turns to look at him. 

“You okay?” He asks again, throwing the towel across the room before he lays down next to her, helping her adjust the pillow so she can lay on her side and he can curl up behind her. 

She hums and nods, tilting her head to kiss him, “I’m perfect,” she says, kissing him again, “So are you.” 

Aaron shakes his head lovingly at her and places his hand on her bump, smiling against his wife’s cheek as he feels the baby moving, “She’s kicking a lot.”

Emily smiles as he looks at him over her shoulder, placing her hand over his on her stomach, “She always moves like crazy after you make me cu-”

“Em, please,” he says, cutting her off, his eyes wide, “You know how I feel when you say that.” 

She giggles, capturing his lips in a kiss, “This is the second time I’ve been pregnant,” she says, squeezing her hand in his, “When will this stop freaking you out?” 

He kisses her, content to have her in his arms, pressed up against her like this. Any concerns he’d had earlier, that he knew would return again, as they always did, were gone. Vanquished because of her, his balm for any worries like she always would be. 

“I guess we’ll just have to keep going until we find out.” 

She smiles as she kisses him, and they forget about everything other than each other. 

-x-

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Godddd I love this

OOOOMMMGGGG!!!!! I can’t get the idea of Emily buying a skims dress and Aaron going absolutely crazy for it. Emily would look drop dead in a skims dress.

A/N: Thanks to @sapphoe-sun for bullying me into posting chapter 3 a few days earlier than I had originally thought. Happy thanksgiving to those of you who celebrate, in my part of the world we do not, so instead I spent the evening writing more filth.

Title:  Seems you cannot be replaced (Chapter 3/6)   Summary: It shouldn’t have happened, but they were drunk. It shouldn’t have happened but it felt right. It shouldn’t have happened but now it has. It shouldn’t have happened now they have to deal with it.   

Or, Emily always leaves before he wakes up, but she always leaves a note. Word Count:  3,6k Rating:  Explicit Warnings: Smut, oral, rough, dirty talk, consumption of alcohol, hint of feelings

It’s more awkward seeing him after the second time. She’s running late that morning, barely paying attention as she parks her car and then rushes to the elevator leading up to their floor. She’s late so she doesn’t expect him to be there, also waiting for the elevator. But when she sees him, she stops so fast she almost trips, frozen to the spot. He freezes for a moment too, eyes locked on her for a second before he clears his throat.

“Hey.” He says just as the elevator door opens and he holds his arm out and waits for her to enter first.

“Hi.” She answers as her heart beats hard enough that she thinks she’ll crack a rib. “I- uhm-.”

“We made a mistake, again.” He interrupts her but his voice isn’t as sure as it had been the first time they had this conversation. “I shouldn’t have texted you.”

“It’s alright.” She tells him, because he might have been the one to reach out to her, but she had been the one hoping that he’d take it there, had been more than happy once he did. “But,” She sighs heavily, more than aware of their limited time before the ding of the elevator would force them to stop this conversation. “Hotch, maybe we should try and stay away from each other for a while?”

He looks away from her for the first time, eyes moving to the lit up numbers that’s showing as they continue up.

“Maybe that’s what’s needed. I’ll pair you with Reid or Morgan for the time being.” He turns completely from her, taking a small step away just as they get to the sixth floor. An appropriate distance, she thinks as he once again waits for her to get out first. Always the gentleman.

They walk the short way to the bullpen in silence that’s tense and uncomfortable and once they’re inside she immediately heads to the kitchenette as he continues towards his office.

She knew it was the right thing to do, knew that they needed some space from each other. So why did she feel disappointment when she looked at his retreating form?

A few weeks passes and just as he had suggested they rarely worked together, she was sent off to crime scenes and he’d be at a station, or he’d be questioning victims and she’d go to the ME’s. If they were in the same room they were never alone but it wasn’t uncommon that their eyes would meet in some sort of silent understanding. They understood each other, that had only become more obvious as they worked apart.

She didn’t want to admit that she missed being around him, didn’t want to be that girl, but she was sure she caught him looking at her from across the room, was certain that he had refrained from reaching for her instinctively and it made things harder. But she couldn’t fall in love with her boss, could not make that mistake. So she ignored the looks and the urges and it worked, for a while.

Then it’s JJ’s birthday and for the first time in what felt like forever, they have the night off.

“I want to go somewhere nice.” The blonde says as she watches the rest of the team pack up. “So I booked us a table at Buon Giorno.”

“Oh I love that place! But how did you manage to get a last minute reservation?” Penelope asked, brown eyes wide as she stared at the other blonde.

“I have my ways, I can be very persuasive.” JJ grins and Emily arches a brow at her friend before putting on her coat.

“If it was Italian you wanted, I could have cooked.” Dave says, cutting off the excited ramble Penelope for sure would start.

“No, I booked us a table, we are drinking wine and eating a nice mean and we are relaxing.” JJ’s eyes moved to Aaron who was just leaving his office. “All of us, I know you don’t have Jack tonight.”

Emily tried to hide the smirk on her lips as she looked at Aaron. He wanted to say no, but if he listened to anybody it was JJ. Behind her she heard Derek chuckle lightly, he too having caught the look of surprise on their boss’s face.

“Fine.” Aaron finally said and looked at his watch. “What time?”

“8,” JJ turned to look at Penelope and Emily. “We should get home and change.”

“It’s 3 hours until 8.” Spencer’s confusion was obvious and while Dave suppressed his own chuckle, Derek patted him on the shoulder.

“You got so much to learn about women, kid.”

*

Emily felt his eyes on her the moment she walked into the restaurant. The black, floor length dress she wore hugged her body tight, the thin straps showing off her collarbones and a bit of cleavage. She felt sexy, confident and the burn from his stare only made her feel more secure.

“Damn Princess. You look good.” Derek was the first one to greet her and she rolled her eyes at him.

“Thanks, you don’t look so bad yourself. All of you.” She looked around the table where everybody except Penelope was seated at. “Happy birthday again JJ.” She smiled and hugged her tightly.

“Thank you.” She smiled back just as widely and sat back down while Emily walked to take a seat in between Derek and Aaron, knowing that Penelope would want the last seat next to JJ.

She looked at Aaron quickly, his jaw slightly tense and dark eyes familiar in the way he was looking back at her. She felt the urge to touch him, her fingers trembling in her lap and she quickly fisted her hand tightly. He looked like he was about to say something, mouth opening just slightly but he was interrupted by the sound of Penelope’s heels.

“Sorry I’m late!” She quickly hugged JJ before sitting down. “I was getting everything ready and lost track of time.”

“Ready?” JJ looked around the table, confusion clear on her face.

“Dinner first.” Penelope grinned while JJ tried to argue but didn’t have time before the waiter came to take their orders.

They enjoyed the food and wine and each other, it was one of those rare nights that they rarely got and Emily loved it. Jokes were told between sips of red wine, stories shared between bites of pasta and by the time the check came Emily had almost completely forgotten about the way Aaron’s eyes on her made her feel.

But then they’re heading to the bar where Penelope had invited the rest of JJ’s friends and she ends up squeezed in between the door and Aaron in the cab. Spencer was beside him and Dave up front, the two lost in an argument that Emily hadn’t paid attention to and definitely couldn’t pay attention to when she felt the heat of Aaron’s strong thigh pressing against hers. He was close, so close that when he turned his head to speak his breathing fell against her face.

“Are you okay?” He asked as he watched the way she pressed against the door.

“Yeah, just a little crowded in here.” She offered him a smile, one that he returned before his eyes slowly moved from her face, down to her exposed neck and then cleavage. When he looked back at her face, her cheeks were tinted in that familiar pink hue and he licked his bottom lip.

“Sorry.” He muttered, his voice low and thick and she felt the pull low in her stomach. The moment was gone as quickly as it had come, like Aaron realized what was happening and he shook himself out of it, facing forward and giving her the time she needed to clear her head.

It wasn’t a long drive from the restaurant to the bar, for which she was thankful as she took a couple of deep breaths of fresh air when she stepped out of the car. She was quick to walk in with Spencer, intent to try and keep some distance between herself and Aaron. If she didn’t, she knew where they’d end up.

It seemed like Aaron had a similar idea, keeping away from her as he drank scotch and talked with Dave in a corner. But his eyes drifted towards her often, like he couldn’t tear his eyes off her and that dress. The thrill of it is impossible to ignore and she wonders if anybody else is picking up on it. But she realizes that no, they’re all too busy talking, playing pool or darts, they’re busy having fun and she knows that they all needed a night like this.

But she can’t concentrate on the conversation around her, couldn’t focus enough because she knew, realized somehow, that he’s going to come to her. And it’s thrilling.

She’s by herself by the bar when it happens. The familiar heat of his body against her back, one hand next to her as he leans against the bar. Her hair is up and that means that his breath falls against her bare neck, making her shiver.

“Did you really have to wear this?” He talks quietly against her ear and goosebumps rise on her arms.

“I like it.” She keeps looking ahead as he lets the crowds of people push him against her.

“I like it too. That’s the problem.” It’s a murmur against the back of her neck, his voice low enough that the slight growl of it vibrates against her skin.

“We’re supposed to keep away from each other.” She turns then, comes face to face with him and is almost taken back by the lust that emanates from him. Eyes blown black, breathing slightly ragged, fingers gripping the edge of the bar as he boxes her in. Emily looks around, can’t see anyone from the team near them and then she looks back at him. “Shouldn’t we?”

“We should.” He agrees and straightens slightly as he lets go of the bar, knowing that they’re on thin ice as it is. “But then you came to dinner looking like this.”

“Aaron, I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

“It was never a good idea to begin with.” He smirks, lets one hand graze the curve of her hip to feel the soft fabric of the dress. “Should I walk away?”

She knew that she should say yes, knew that every time she went there with him her feelings would blur even more. As much as she wanted to keep lying to herself, it wasn’t just physical between them anymore and that’s the precise reason why she should say yes. But that’s also the reason she can’t.

“No.” She breathes and she sees the way he relaxes and then both his hands are on her hips, pulling her tighter against him.

“My place is closer.”

*

He’s on her the second they’re in the cab, managing to slip away with excuses of a headache and seeing Jack and as Emily sees the lights from the bar get further away, Aaron’s lips are on her neck.

“You smell so good.” He groans as he inhales the smell of her perfume and the scent that is distinctively Emily. Then he’s moving his hand over her body, only stopping once he’s holding the back of her neck and angling her face towards his. Dark eyes dart over her face, like he’s trying to memorize every freckle, count every eyelash.

“What?” She finally asks and he smiles, something soft and almost shy.

“You’re so beautiful Emily.” He doesn’t give her time to respond before his lips are on hers, swallowing up whatever words she was about to say. But for that she’s thankful because she wasn’t even sure what her answer would be. This time it wasn’t words thrown in the throws of passion, but something that felt precious. She forces the thought away, instead her fingers find their way to his short hair and she grips it tightly, wanting to keep him close.

He hums against her lips, pushes his tongue between her lips and pulls her closer, the hand not on the back of her neck fisting the fabric of her dress at the waist. She’s completely lost in him, was already going crazy with desire and then the cab driver clears his throat loudly.

Aaron pulls away with a laugh of embarrassment, he seemingly as lost in her as she had been in him. But he doesn’t move away from her, instead he takes her hand in his and laces their fingers. It felt good, his grip feeling warm and safe and she knows that she should walk away, if nothing else she should pull her hand away. But she doesn’t.

“What are you thinking about?” He asks and she chuckles lightly.

“How large your hands are.” It’s not a lie, not completely and he smiles too. “And how I’m really looking forward to getting out of these heels.”

“Oh really?” His smile turns a little darker as he leans closer to her ear. “And here I was thinking we’d keep the heels on tonight.” He whispers against her ear, making her shiver.

The rest of the cab ride goes by in relative silence, the occasional squeeze from his hand and knowing looks all that she’s able to focus on. When they’re finally outside his apartment Aaron keeps her hand in his and doesn’t let go until they’re inside and he turns to lock the door while she hangs her jacket up.

“Look at you.” He growls as she stands in front of him, eyes moving up and down her body, like he’s done many times that night, but this time the look in his eye is wilder. “I’ve wanted to tear this dress off you all night.”

She takes a step back when he steps forward, a teasing smirk on her face.

“Do not rip it. I won’t have anything to go home in.” She backs up with him following her until she almost falls over the couch, but Aaron is quick to wrap his arms around her.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, this is a dress I want to see again.” He spins her around so she’s facing away from him and his lips ghost over the back of her neck. “But for now, it’ll look nice on this floor too.”

She feels his hands as he slowly pulls the straps down, his mouth soon following to place hot, open-mouthed kisses on her shoulder. He continues down her spine as he keeps pulling the fabric of her dress down, a low grunt of appreciation leaving him as the strapless bra and then matching panties come into view. He kneels behind her, pulls the panties off her and helps her step out of both before gently pushing her forward.

“What are you-”

“Bend over.” He interrupts her, voice so low it’s barely a rumble in his chest as he pushes her down to lean over the back of the couch.

She’s already panting, every breath he takes tickles the back of her thighs, his fingers slowly move from her calves and up her legs and back again. Then he’s urging her to spread her legs wider and she does without hesitation. Her cheeks are burning from being so exposed, but she can hear the way his breathing hitches, can feel his touch turning needier and she relaxes.

When his tongue moves through her it’s without warning and she lets out a sound of surprise that quickly turns into a moan as he pushes his tongue inside of her. His arms wrap around her thighs, keeping her open for him as sucks her clit between his lips. There’s no teasing like it had been the first time, his movements deliberate as he seemed to remember everything she enjoyed.

“Fuck, don’t stop.” She whimpers after only a few minutes, her legs already trembling. She can feel his smirk against her wet folds, and if she wasn’t getting so close she’d use her high heel to stomp at his foot for his smugness, but he’s only flicking her clit faster, grabs onto her harder.

“Aaron.” She gasps, face hallway buried in the pillows as her hips buckle into him, chasing her orgasm.

“Do it.” He groans and then sucks her clit hard and she comes with a scream. Her entire body is still shaking when he stands behind her, one hand between her legs to rub her clit and keeping her orgasm going as he pushes his jeans down his legs.

“Oh fuck!” She cries out when he pushes inside of her before she’s even fully come down, aftershocks still rocking her body when he stretches her.

“Emily.” He grits out through clenched teeth, only taking a second to enjoy her still clenching pussy before he starts to thrust hard and deep inside of her. His hand is still on her clit, the other keeps her down by gripping the back of her neck and she whimpers at the steady pleasure. “Fuck you feel so good.”

She felt her body respond to him too quickly, the tension between her legs already back. Her hands were gripping the couch in a death grip, moans and whimpers fell from her lips louder and louder and she could hear him behind her, groaning and swearing.

“Another one already baby?” It was rhetorical, her center was clinging to his cock, body tensing by every stroke of his hips.

“P-please.” She gasped and he snickered, fingers moving faster over her clit.

“Please what?”

“Make me come.”

“Needy thing.” There was no malice in his voice, only that teasing tone that she had gotten used to when they were together like this. And it only made the tension in her stomach build faster. “Say it again.”

“Say what?” She was so close she could taste it, every muscle in her body tensing.

“Say my name when you come.” He snapped his hips harder and she came again.

“Aaron!” She cried out, body spasming between his and the back of the couch, legs completely giving out as pleasure made her eyesight blur.

Through delicious pleasure she felt him slip out of her, then he was helping her out of the heels and gently pulled her up to look at him. Her eyes were hazy, a lazy smile on her lips and he kissed her.

“Let’s go to bed, you’ll ruin my couch if we continue out here.” He winks when she swats his side with a fake huff.

“Rude.” She muttered but didn’t try to stop him when he pushed her towards the bedroom, arms around her as he kept her close.

“Me? Never.” He grinned against her neck before removing her bra and then pushed her onto the bed.

She spread her legs, let him push back inside of her with a smooth thrust as he kissed the air from her legs. Her arms looped around his neck, her legs wrapped around his hips, clung to him as he started to move, hitting deep inside of her over and over again.

“So good, feel so good.” He whispered somewhere near her collarbone, his lips everywhere he could reach, leaving small marks on pale skin.

Her nails were leaving their own marks on him, little halfmoons dug into his skin, scratches along his back. She knew he loved it, the slight pain that came with it making his groans louder and deeper, until he was fucking her hard enough for the bedframe to slam against the wall.

“Let go Aaron, let me feel it.” She gasped and he groaned in response. His hand moved between them again, fingers finding her sensitive clit.

“Gonne fill you up. But first you’re giving me one more.” He panted and her head fell back against the pillow.

She isn’t sure how he does it, but he manages to drag a third orgasm from her in no time at all, the pleasure rushing through her hard and fast. Her orgasm forces his, the tightening around his cock enough to get him to the edge too. The moan together, bodies locked and breathing heaving as they let themselves enjoy their combined bliss.

“Your neighbors must really hate you” She teased once he’s rolled off her and they’d come down from their respective highs. He laughs, still breathless and reaches for her.

“Maybe.” He said as he rolled her on top of him. They were silent for a moment, his finger gentle as he brushed her messy bangs away. “You know, you don’t have to go.”

“What do you mean?” Her eyebrows furrowed as she studied him.

“Tonight, you can stay.” His voice is gentle, careful and she sighs.

“You know I can’t.” She says but doesn’t move away from him, instead she lets her head lean on his shoulder as his arms wrap around her.

“Yeah, I know.”

Aaron had always been a light sleeper, but Emily had the ability to move around without disturbing him. It’s early when he wakes up, early enough for the sun to barely creak in through the blinds and yet he knows that the space next to him will be empty even before he turns to look.

When he does he finds a napkin from the bar they had been at, Emily’s familiar writing on it and he sighs heavily. He hadn’t want her to leave.

Last night was fun – Emily

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So so so so hot. I’m loving this so far!!

I have a request!!

Emily and Aaron (not together) are texting about work and it somehow turns into them flirting and then sexting and it goes on all week until they finally hook up at the weekend 🫶🏼

Title:  Seems you cannot be replaced (Chapter 2/6)   Summary: It shouldn’t have happened, but they were drunk. It shouldn’t have happened but it felt right. It shouldn’t have happened but now it has. It shouldn’t have happened now they have to deal with it.  

Or, Emily always leaves before he wakes up, but she always leaves a note. Word Count:  3,2k Rating:  Explicit Warnings: Smut, sexting, dirty talk, grinding, multiple orgasms, spanking (blink and you’ll miss it)

She walks into the bullpen with anxiety knotting in her stomach. She had sex with her boss, her sort of friend, someone she greatly respected and now everything could change. She knew he wouldn’t fire her but she had worked her ass off to be accepted by him and she didn’t want to go back to them being cold and distant with each other. The hangover she was nursing was also not helping her concern and when Spencer greeted her happily she winced at his loud voice.   

“Hey Emily!”   

“Hey.” She took a sip of the coffee she had bought on the way before shrugging her jacket off.   

“Are you alright?” Spencer asked, worry and curiosity mixing as he looked at her from his desk.   

“Yeah.” She gave him a smile. “Had a glass of wine too many at dinner last night, that’s all.” It wasn’t a lie, not technically and she heard Derek snicker behind her.   

“Hot date last night?” He grinned and if her head wasn’t pounding she would have rolled her eyes at the other man.   

“Not exactly.” When she turned away from Derek, about to pick up one of the files on her desk she sees the familiar black shoes in front of her on the catwalk and she slowly looks up. He’s looking at her with something unsure, dark eyes that the night before had been clouded by want was now soft, almost apologetic and she offered him a small smile.   

“Good morning.” He said and made sure to address the entire team before looking at her again. “Can I see you in my office for a moment, you forgot to sign off on a few files.”   

“Sure.” She stands up and grabs her coffee and when she turns she’s relieved to see that both Derek and Spencer have gone back to their own work. The seconds it takes for her to walk up the stairs and into his office are silent and tense and when he gestured to the chair across from his at his desk she sits down slowly.   

“So.” He starts as he sits down across from her. “How are you?”   

“I’m good.” She tries to relax, wants to relieve the awkwardness between them but for maybe the first time in her life, she’s at a loss for words. “How are you?” She finally asks.   

“I’m good too.” He leans forward on the desk, one hand clasped in the other. “I thought maybe we should talk… about last night.”   

“We were drunk.” She blurts out and the suddenness of it makes him smile despite himself.   

“Yes.” His tongue sweeps over his bottom lip and Emily forces herself not to stare at the slight shine left on it. “So besides the hangover I’m assuming you’re nursing, how are you really? Are you okay?”   

At that she smiles softly, her worry about how he would treat her in the future gone.   

“I’m okay. Are you?” The thought of knowing that she was the first woman since his separation suddenly dawned on her and for some reason it felt wrong that she had taken that from him.   

“I’m good.” There’s a beat of silence between them and then he speaks again. “We made a mistake, we don’t have to mention this again.”   

“I think that’s wise.” She agrees, the last of her anxiety disappearing as he smiles at her. “We were stupid, but we can pretend it didn’t happen.”   

“Deal.”   

When she gets back to her desk it already seemed like the previous night had been dream. It was better this way, she knew that, she just wondered if it would last.   

*   

Days go by, then weeks and they both do what they had agreed to, they don’t mention it again. It’s actually surprising, how easily they get back to normal and for that she’s grateful. She hasn’t forgotten, even through the blurriness of alcohol, every second seemed etched to her memory and sometimes she wonders if he ever thinks about that night too.   

The memories mostly come during lonely nights. They had been working too much, she hadn’t felt another person’s touch, hadn’t kissed anybody else, since him, so could anybody really blame her for thinking about it from time to time?   

It’s late when she comes home that evening, another case solved, another murderer in custody. She knows that she should go to bed, that she should try and sleep. But she had slept on the plane and it was Friday, so instead she decided to wind down with a movie. Her overnight bag ends up on the floor by the door, her clothes are thrown in the hamper and after a quick shower she turns on the TV just as her phone dings with an incoming text.   

She’s sure it’s Penelope’s usual are you home safe, text, but instead the name Aaron Hotchner is blinking up at her and she groans, thinking that they have to go back in already.   

“For God’s sake.” She mutters as she opens the text, but the words staring back at her make her furrow her eyebrows in confusion.   

Hotch: You did well this week.  

Emily:  Thank you. She texts back, not knowing what else to say.   

Hotch: Enjoy your weekend Prentiss.  

Emily:  You too, got any fun plans?  

Hotch: I’m seeing Jack tomorrow. How about you?  

Emily:  Not much, going to sleep and try to relax.  

There’s a pause, the messages that had been coming instantly, stopping. She looks at her phone but nothing happens, so her focus shifts to the TV. It’s a few minutes before her phone dings again.   

Hotch: What do you do to relax?  

She stares at her phone, something about the message made her think about that night, got her thinking that maybe that he was thinking about it too. But she could be wrong.   

Emily:  It depends. She finally sends back.   

Hotch: On what?  The reply was instant now and for some reason she felt like he had cracked the door open to the place they had decided to not mention again.   

Emily:  On how restless I am.   

Hotch: Yes, being restless is never a good feeling.   

She bites her bottom lip at his reply, still unsure if he was just being friendly or not.   

Emily:  What do you do when you’re restless? It’s not too direct, if she’s reading too much into this his response would clear it up.   

Hotch: I work out, go running.  

She sighs, he’s definitely not thinking what she had been thinking. She sits for a second to think of a reply when her phone dings again.   

Hotch: And sometimes I think about that night.  

She immediately feels her thighs clench in excitement. It had been too long since she got an orgasm from somebody other than herself and they had gotten over it before, what’s to say that they couldn’t again.   

Emily:  What do you think about?  

Hotch: Your taste.   

She isn’t even aware of the whimper that slips out as she reads his message over and over. It’s too late now, they’ve crossed the line already so she quickly texts back.   

Emily:  I think about the sounds you make when you come, that raw sound still drives me insane.  

Hotch: What else?  

Emily:  How you felt inside of me, how big you are. Her hand slips inside her panties, fingers quickly finding her clit.   

Hotch: You were so tight on my cock. When you came on it, I could barely fuck you through it.  

Emily:  I had bruises from your fingers on my body, when I laid in bed at night I would press on them to remember how you fucked me. She imagined him in a similar position as her, hand stroking his cock and she moaned at the thought. 

Hotch: Fuck Emily, I wish you were here.  

She stopped touching herself as she quickly weighed her options. It didn’t take long for her to make up her mind.   

Emily:  Let me get dressed and I’ll be right there.  

She was already halfway up the stairs when she got another text.   

Hotch: Don’t wear underwear.   

*   

When she knocked on his door her body was pumping with adrenaline and want and the moment he opened the door she saw the same thing on him.   

“Two-time thing?” She asked quickly as he pulled her inside by a firm grip on the back of her neck.   

“Two-time thing.” He agreed before kissing her hungrily, the hand not on her neck already ghosting under her shirt and touched the small of her back, pushing her against him. The gasp that leaves her at the feel of his hard shaft against her makes him smile. He’s only wearing boxers, but as they make their way through the apartment he gets her undressed, humming happily when he realizes that she’s not wearing underwear.   

“Good girl.” He whispers and she whines in response. “Did you touch yourself at home?” He asks when he feels how wet she is and she nods. “Did you come?”   

“No, which is why I really need you to fuck me.” She chuckles breathlessly and he hums again, low and graveled and she feels goosebumps at the back of her neck. “On the bed.” It’s supposed to come out with the same confidence that she usually has but instead it comes out needy. It doesn’t matter though, because Aaron is laying down on the bed and after she’s pulled his boxers off she’s quick to join him.   

She straddles his lap, traps his shaft between her folds and with a glint in her eye she slowly rolls her hips, moving over his shaft and making him feel her wetness as she coats him.   

“Fuck, that feels good.” He grunts out, eyes fastened on the way she slides over his cock, trapping it between her folds and his stomach. “Do you think you could come like this? Do you think you could come grinding on my cock?”   

“Yes.” She gasps, her hips twitching as her clit rubs against the length of him repeatedly. There wasn’t a doubt in her mind that she could, something about the feel of him and the dirty words that seemed to fall effortlessly from his lips assuring her that she would.   

Aaron’s head falls back against the pillows for a moment as she continues to move above him. His hands move to grab her hips, helping her to rock her hips back and forth on him. Through heavy-lidded eyes he watches her, from the darkness of her eyes, to the flush on her skin, to her soft breasts and rosy nipples, down where her abs are clenching and finally he takes in the sight of his thick shaft between her folds again. He’s glistening even in the darkness of the bedroom and his hips rock up to meet her movements.   

“Fuck, God Hotch.” She moans, her body buckling and his hands tighten on her hips. “It feels so good.”   

“You’re dripping on me.” He whispers in awe, never in his life has he seen anything more erotic that Emily right now. Precum leaks from his tip, the need to be inside of her growing but he wants her to fall off the edge first. With that thought in mind he sucks a nipple into his mouth, lapping and biting it softly and she moans louder.   

“Come on me baby.” The words are mixed with hot open-mouthed kisses against her collarbone before he catches her lip in a kiss.   

Emily couldn’t form a reply, her entire body buzzing with the impending orgasm that was quickly building. She nodded into the kiss, her fingers for sure bruising his chest and shoulder from the way she was grabbing at him. His hips pushed up against hers quicker, the feel of his heated shaft rubbing against her clit getting more intense and then she came with a broken moan.   

“Fuck, Hotch!” She buried her face in the crook of his neck as she trembled through earth-shattering pleasure. Her hips buckled and his hands stayed on her, helping her move through her release until she was jerking away from the feeling instead of leaning into it.   

“Gorgeous, so pretty coming on me like that.” He whispered in between kisses against her jaw, neck, shoulder, collarbone, anywhere he could reach as Emily’s breathing slowed down.   

“I’ve never come that hard in my life.” She chuckled and she saw the proud look on his face. “Don’t look so smug.”   

“Me smug? Never.” The grin didn’t leave his face until he felt her shifting above him, the leer quickly going to a darker look of want as she lined the tip of him with her folds. His eyes stayed on her face when she slowly sunk down on him, mouth slack at the heat of her around him.   

“So big.” She whimpered, her breathing falling against his face in soft puffs as she started to move again, this time lifting herself up and down instead of grinding.   

Aaron groaned as she rode him, let her set the pace as his hands moved over her body, like he was memorizing the feel of her skin against his palms.   

“You feel so good.” He grunted, hips pushing up to meet her and enjoying the moans and whimpers that continued to fall from her. “I’ve thought about you like this more times than I want to admit.”  His hand tangled in her dark hair and when he pulled carefully she cried out, the sound a little breathier.

“More, Hotch, more.” She begged and he smirked.   

“Get on your hands and knees.”   

She was quick to climb off him and he moved behind her. The feel of his hand slapping her ass cheek made her cry out and he did it again.   

“You like it rough, don’t you?” It was rhetorical, he knew she did, he still remembered how they had fucked hard enough for the headboard to slam into the wall last time.   

“Y-yes.” She gasped and he slapped her two more times. “Please, fuck me.”   

The words were barely out before he was pushing inside of her again, deep and hard and she gasped his name. One of his hands moved back to her grip hip, the other found its way to her hair. His finger tangled in the silky strands and when he tugged, her back arched as she hissed at the slight pain in her hairline and the full feeling of him inside of her, but he didn’t move. He waited until she was squirming, needing the friction, needed him to do something and then he pulled her up so her back pressed against his chest.   

“You want me to fuck you huh?” He murmured against her ear and she nodded.   

“Please.” She begged again and she felt his lips turn into a smile against her neck. His arm sneaked its way around her torso, the hand that had been on her hip moved between her legs. Fingers started to rub her clit at the same time as he started to thrust and Emily was sure her body went numb for a second, and then the pleasure was everywhere.   

His rough fingers rubbed softly over her swollen clit, his other hand held onto one breast, tweaking a nipple between his fingers, his breath was hot and clammy against her skin, his cock moving rapidly inside of her. It was overwhelming and addictive as he dragged pleasure from her body.   

“Already Prentiss?” His tone was teasing but she was in no state of mind to tell him off, instead she whined her response, causing his fingers on her clit to rub faster. “Fuck yeah, clench my cock.” He gritted out through gritted teeth as she started to tense in his arms.   

Her second orgasm ripped through her hard and fast, her moans turning into screams that he had to muffle with his hand over her mouth to keep the neighbors from hearing.   

“That’s it, that’s good baby.” He cooed as she slowly came down and started to relax. When he let go of her she fell onto the bed, whimpering when he slipped out of her and she turned around. Her cheeks were flushed pink, eyes hazy and she smiled lazily up at him.   

“What are you waiting for?”   

He was back inside of her in seconds, fucking her with heavy strokes. Her legs wrapped around his waist, wanting him as deep inside of her as possible and he growled against her shoulder.   

Skin slapped against skin, mixing with breathy moans and deep groans. When his fingers found their way back against her clit she jerked and whimpered.   

“You can take it.” He encouraged her, dark eyes fastened on her as he circled her clit in time with his moving hips. “You take me so well.”   

“Aaron.” She gasped, his first name slipping out before she could stop it, but he didn’t seem to mind, instead he kissed her. It was sloppy and quick and then he was moving up on his knees and continued to thrust into her.   

“You are going to come with me.” He panted and for reasons she wasn’t sure of, her body responded to it. Her pussy clenched around him, his fingers on her clit making heat spread through her again. She could see that he felt it, his grin darkening slightly and hips moving faster.   

It was only a few minutes later before she came with a raspy moan, her eyes shut tight and back arching. Her thighs trembled as pleasure made her ears ring. Aaron came only a few seconds after her, a string of groans and dirty words falling from his lips as he gave in to his own release.   

They stayed like that until their breathing had slowed and the evening chill caused her to shiver as sweat dried on their bodies. Aaron noticed and quickly grabbed the cover and laid down beside her, his arm over her waist.   

“This was fun.” She smiled as she turned to face him.   

“It was.” He agreed, his finger gentle as he pushed a few strands of hair away from her face.   

She didn’t mean to fall asleep, but when she did she noticed that he was sleeping soundly too. She needed to leave, in the dark of night the reality of what they had done again crashed over her. It hadn’t seemed like a big deal, but now when the veil of arousal was gone, she realized how stupid this was.   

Carefully she got up in search for her clothes, then quickly wrote down a message.   

When Aaron woke up by the sound of his alarm the next morning the space beside him was empty, the sheets cool and he knew that she had left. He looked at the bedside table and found another note, this one written on a post-it.   

Didn’t want to wake you. See you on Monday - Emily.   

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I fucking loved this series!!! This was so so hot. I was not expecting Strauss though 😂

Let it be all night 6/6

A/N: This is the last part of Hotchniss getting caught, previous chapters can be read here. Hope you guys enjoy this one!

Summary: Aaron and Emily gets caught… and not only once. Word Count: 2,5k Rating: Explicit Warnings: Smut, in public, dirty talk, pregnancy, consumption of alcohol

Strauss

“So, how do I look?” Emily asks as she walks out of their bathroom and Aaron turns at the sound of her voice. For a moment he’s stunned as he takes in his wife, dressed in a dark green silk dress. The fabric hugged her body, tight over her chest and hips and then falling softly down her thighs, showing a hint of cleavage and when she spun around he saw that the dress was backless, giving him a view of soft, creamy skin. He swallowed hard, mouth suddenly dry as he watches her.

“That good?” She asks with a grin and he nods.

“How did I get this lucky?” He asks as he walks towards her, presses her against the wall for a moment and she shivers, her hands resting against his chest. “Gorgeous thing.” He whispers against her lips before kissing her, causing her to moan softly against his lips.

She felt his hand press softly low on her stomach, felt the little bump under his palm and she smiled into another kiss. Ever since they found out she was pregnant, Aaron had been insatiable, always wanting her, always touching her. It was still early, they hadn’t told anyone yet, wanted to keep this for themselves for at least another couple of weeks but the tiny changes that had started to happen to her body was already driving him insane.

“Honey,” She mumbled against his lips when she felt his hand wander from her waist to find the slit of her dress and warm fingers found her thigh. “We don’t have time.”

“I know,” He nodded and kissed her again. “But fuck sweetheart, you can’t expect me not to want to fuck you when you look this good.” His voice had already dropped to a murmur and she felt her own body respond to him.

“Aaron.” She pushed slightly on his chest, laughed when he released a sigh and his forehead landed on her shoulder. “When we get home you can have me any way you want.”

“Oh really?” He looked back at her with a smirk, his eyes dark as he licked over his bottom lip.

It was going to be a long night.

*

It was the annual Christmas party that the Bureau held every year. Most years the team hadn’t been able to attend, away for cases all over the country, but this year the whole team was there. It was one of those nights that flew by as they all talked, danced and laughed together. Emily sipped the sparkling cider as she stood with Spencer and Dave, so far no one had noticed that she wasn’t drinking champagne and she smiled to herself. Aaron on the other hand, had been drinking the champagne, that much was obvious as he came from behind her, his arms wrapping around her middle.

He didn’t even pretend to listen to Dave as he spoke, his sole focus on his wife. His pregnant wife.

“You’re so sexy.” He whispered quietly against her ear and she tensed slightly in his arms.

“Aaron.” She gave him a pointed look but it didn’t deter him, his lips tugging into a smirk. He could see the flush on her cheeks, knew that look in her eye. She was just as affected by him as he was by her.

“I’m allowed to call my wife sexy, aren’t I?” He pressed a kiss to her cheek just as Spencer cleared his throat.

“Can you…not?” He asked and Emily laughed when Aaron only tightened his hold on her.

“It’s not like we both haven’t seen worse.” Dave scoffed and Emily was sure her cheeks were bright enough to light up the room.

“Dave!” She pushed at his shoulder but the older man only laughed at her clear discomfort.

“If you didn’t want us to tease you every once in a while, you shouldn’t have had sex in my study, or in a club, or the office, or a public gym.” He winked at her and Emily felt her mouth drop open. She turned her head enough to look at Aaron but he seemed too lost looking down her cleavage to pay much attention to the conversation going on.

“You know what, I’m going to find the girls.” She disentangled herself from her husband’s embrace and then gave him a quick kiss.

“Like they don’t tease you more than that, JJ has told me what you get up to on girl’s night.” Spencer grinned and she resisted flipping him off. Instead she rolled her eyes at them and turned towards the sound of Penelope’s laugh.

“She’s told you nothing, what happens at girl’s night stays at girl’s night!” She calls over her shoulder and she can hear Dave chuckling.

*

Aaron couldn’t keep his eyes off Emily, lust simmering under his skin, fingers itching to touch her, lips longing to taste her. He tried to control it, he really did, but how could he be expected to stay away from her when she walked around the venue looking like a goddess? It’s getting late and he needs her, can barely think about anything else but how he wants to hear her moan his name.

He gets her alone, presses her against a wall and she chuckles at the way his hands grip at her hips.

“Honey, you really need to stop-” Her words are cut off by the feeling of his cock, hard against her hip as he pushes against her. His lips find the junction between her neck and shoulder, his tongue licking softly over the skin before grazing his teeth against it. “Someone might see…” She tries, but there’s no denying the way the want for him pulses between her legs, that she needs him just as much as he needs her.

“Let them.” He mutters and she gasps as his thigh press between hers, his lips heated on her skin.

She feels her resolve faulter by every kiss, every touch, but they’re out in the open, barely hidden by a large floor plant and she pushes at his shoulders.

“Not here.” She tells him and the way his eyes gloss over with pure desire makes her suck in a breath. “Follow me.”

His hand is warm and secure in hers as she leads him through the crowd and towards the bathrooms. His other hand keeps moving over her every chance he gets and she knows that she’ll yell at him in the morning for turning her on like this in pubic, but for now all she wanted was to feel him. She pops her head in the women’s bathroom, checks quickly if there’s anybody in the stalls but finds it empty and she figures that it’s a sign.

Aaron smirks as she tugs him towards the stall at the far end, waits until she locks it before he’s on her again. His hands move to tug the fabric of her dress up over her hips, a low groan rumbling in his throat at the sight of her smooth thighs. He kisses her, his tongue prying her lips open while her fingers grip his hair to keep him in place.

Emily’s soft gasp is swallowed by his lips when he pushes her underwear to the side and then dips a finger inside of her. She’s wet and he hums at the feeling of her slick as it coats his finger.

“Baby, no teasing.” She mumbled against his lips and she immediately feels two of his fingers push inside of her and curling, making her moan.

“Shh, sweetheart, don’t get us caught.” He looks smug when he pulls away from her and for some reason it only turns her on further. Her hands move to the fly of his pants, the sound of the zipper loud in the otherwise empty and quiet room.

“You wanted to fuck me,” She gets his cock out through the fly and he’s so hard he’s already leaking, it makes her smirk. “Then fuck me.” She pulls him against her by a firm grip on his tie, and she lifts one of her legs to circle it around his hip.

Aaron is quick to steady her, one hand moving to hold her thigh in a firm grip. When he pushes inside of her it’s smooth and slow, his eyes trained on hers as he watches the pleasure on her face. He moves slowly, finds a rhythm easily and holds back a low groan at the feeling of her wetness around him.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous, fucking perfect.” He mumbles quietly and Emily’s hold tightens on his arms in response, her bottom lip sucked between her teeth to keep from moaning. His hips push harder against her, forcing her against the door that rattles slightly but he doesn’t care and Emily doesn’t stop him so he keeps going, thrusts faster against her until she can’t keep her balance in the high heels she’s wearing for any longer.

“Sit down.” She pants and pushes him back until he’s sitting on the closed toilet. She sits back against him, sinks down on him easily with her back against his chest . She takes a moment to steady her breathing before starting to grind on his lap, Aaron’s low hiss inly spurring her on. Aaron’s hands finds her breasts, squeezes them through her dress as he presses heated kisses over the skin of her back, up her neck, filthy words falling from his lips as she moves above him.

“You’re so wet for me, so tight around my cock.” He keeps one hand on her breast while the other moves over the soft silk of her dress until he reaches her clit. She can’t keep the whimper down when he starts to circle it quickly. “That’s it, fuck yourself, use my cock sweetheart.”

“Aaron…” She’s not sure if she’s warning him to stay quiet or if she’s begging for more. She moves her hips against him, chases the orgasm that’s building with every second until she feels her thighs trembling.

He can feel her walls tightening, bites down his grunt by biting down on her shoulder as he starts to push up against her, fucking deeper into her and Emily put her own hand over her mouth to keep from moaning. She’s so close she can taste it and then the sound of the door opening makes her freeze.

She gives Aaron a panicked look over her shoulder when he doesn’t stop, his fingers rubbing faster, his strong hips continuing to thrust into her, only getting her closer.

He smirks at the way she’s trembling in an effort to hold off, his eyes on her while his ears are trained on the sound of high heeled shoes, of the toilet flushing and then the stranger washing her hands. He pinches her clit between his fingers and Emily jerks so violently that she would have fallen off his lap if he hadn’t held on to her. She comes shaking and biting down on her fist hard enough that he’s surprised she doesn’t break skin.

She feels the pleasure in her entire body, her eyes rolling back and hips rocking into his automatically as he makes her come on his lap while a stranger is only a few feet away from them. But she can’t find it in her to be mad, not when he made her come so hard she wasn’t sure she’d ever come down.

He nudges her off him once he’s sure that she can stand and the sound of the door closing sounds through the bathroom, then quicky picks her up. Her legs wrap around his waist as he squeezes her ass. His back would kill him tomorrow, but it would be worth it. The sound of her back colliding with the door once more is loud but he doesn’t care, they’re alone again.

“You’re crazy.” She gasps, a smile on her face, cheeks and chest flushed.

“Can’t help it, you’re driving me crazy.” He kisses her again as he starts to thrust harder and deeper than before. He can feel his release building by each thrust, can’t focus on anything but how she clings to him, arms and legs around him, center tight around his shaft. “You feel so fucking good on my cock.”

“Come inside me Aaron, please come so I can feel it all night.” She shivers at the growl that leaves him, his teeth digging into her neck and for sure leaving a mark that she won’t be able to hide. But it doesn’t matter, she doesn’t care, not when she sees the pleasure on his face, how his eyes darken and jaw clenching. “Let go honey.” She whispers and then squeezes hard around him and Aaron gasps.

“Coming.” It’s all he gets out before he comes, his hips stuttering and knees weakening as he gives in to his release. He’s sure she’ll have fingertip shaped bruises on her ass from the way his gripping her, knows that he’ll kiss each one in the morning. He’s still shaking slightly when he sets her down, Emily’s own hands moving over his arms and down his side, makes sure that he can keep standing and then pulls his zipper up before pushing her dress back over her hips.

“I think it’s about time we go home.” She smiles and pulls him into a soft kiss, one that he happily returns.

“Yes, it’ll be more comfortable having my way with you on our bed.” He chuckles as she unlocks the door.

“You’re insatiable…” Her words die on her tongue when she opens the door and comes face to face with Erin Strauss, standing by the sink with a look of horror on her face. “Ma’am-”

“Don’t talk.” The other woman raises her hand as she cuts Emily off. “Let’s never speak of this.” She looks between Aaron’s rumbled hair and Emily’s creased dress.

“We weren’t-”

“Having sex in public? Weren’t committing a federal crime?” She interrupts Aaron this time and Emily flinches slightly. The older woman gave them another stern look, her mouth in a straight line. “Do not speak, don’t make this worse. We are ignoring that this ever happened.”

Aaron relaxed slightly at that, knew that Erin was only going to pretend for Dave’s sake but he was still grateful.

“Thank you. We were never here.” He gently pushes Emily who stands rooted in place. “We’re going to go.”

“I think that’s wise.” Erin nods curtly, keeps her eyes on them until the door closes behind them.

“What should we do?” Emily asks the moment they’re alone again and Aaron puts his arm around her shoulder.

“We do what she said, we don’t mention it.” He smirks and kisses her temple. “At least I won’t, you’ll be telling the girls at girl’s night.”

Emily knew that he was right.

“I know,” He nodded and kissed her again. “But fuck sweetheart, you can’t expect me not to fuck you when you look this good.” His voice had already dropped to a murmur and she felt her own body respond to him.

“Aaron.” She pushed slightly on his chest, laughed when he released a sigh and his forehead landed on her shoulder. “When we get home you can have me any way you want.”

“Oh really?” He looked back at her with a smirk, his eyes dark as he licked over his bottom lip.

It was going to be a long night.

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Hello. How are you? You’re probably busy but I wanna request a fic. It’s about Emily giving Aaron a blowjob and him being unsure cause before her he hasn’t received a bj where a partner does it very lovingly and with so much excitement. Emily shows him how much he deserves it 🙂 cause she loves him 🖤

A/N: I am back from my little break and I’m hoping to get a few things up in the next couple of weeks. I will say that I'll probably write a little less than I have before, I've lost some of my motivation. But, I hope you guys still enjoy the filth, you know that comments and likes really are the things that motivates me the most so please let me know what you think!

Title: I’ll never be the same Summary: Emily gives pleasure like she gives everything else, with enthusiasm. Word Count: 2k Rating: Explicit Warnings: Smut, oral, feelings if you squint

Aaron looked out through the window in his office towards the bullpen, his eyes quickly landing on Emily as she sat on the edge of Derek’s desk, a smile on her face as he spoke animatedly. Ever since he admitted to himself that he was in love with his subordinate, he had let his gaze linger a little longer on her whenever she was around. When he finally admitted to her that he loved her, he let himself look at her whenever he wanted.

They hadn’t been dating for very long, their relationship new and exciting as he let himself fall into something that he was sure would last forever. Like she could feel his eyes on her, she looked up and gave him a smile. They were still a secret at work, both agreeing that telling the team was something they wanted to hold off on.

Aaron smiles back and then sits back at his desk, barely having time to grab his pen to finish the paperwork he had taken a break from when his phone buzzed.

Can’t wait until we get out of here!

He smiled at the text from Emily, his fingers moving over the buttons on his phone quickly.

Me neither, I’m going to make you come until you’re begging me to stop.

He ignores the itch to stand up to see her reaction, waits a few moments and then his phone vibrates again.

Is that a promise?

Hell yes, it was.

*

Emily walks ahead of him as they enter her apartment, his warm hands planted firmly on her hips and his lips pressing kisses against her neck as he walks them towards her bedroom.

“I’ve wanted you all day.” She pants and she feels his fingers dig into her skin a little harder.

“Did you think about this at your desk?” He mumbles against the shell of her ear and she shivers against him, her ass pushing against his groin on instinct.

“Yes.” Her head falls to the side, giving him more access to her skin as she starts to unbutton her shirt.

“What did you think about?” One of his hands moves from her hip to dip inside her pants, fingertips teasing along the silk of her underwear. When she didn’t answer, too busy focusing on his touch he nipped at her throat. “Tell me.”

“I thought about you-,” She sucks in a breath when a rough finger rubs over her clit. “fuck Aaron.” She shakes her head as her eyes close tight and she tries to get the words out as he smirks against her neck. “I thought about you coming down my throat.”

He faulters, finger stopping and lips moving from where he had sucked over her pulse. He catches her confused eyes as she looks at him over her shoulder.

“Aaron?” She twists out of his hold and turns to face him. “Are you alright?”

“You don’t have to do that.” He says quietly and he sees her eyebrows knit together.

“Do what?” Her hand is warm as she cups his cheek, her dark eyes searching his.

“You know.” He gestured awkwardly towards his groin and she feels her confusion only grow.

“You don’t like getting blowjobs?” She looked at him as he shrugs, suddenly shy in a way he never was with her.

“I-I don’t want you to feel like you have to do that. I know women don’t enjoy it.” He mumbles and he can see the realization dawn on her.

“Haley never…?” She let the question hang in the air and Aaron sighed heavily. Suddenly it made sense that whenever she had tried to kiss lower than his chest he had pulled her up to face him.

“Not really. She told me that it was demeaning. That women don’t like it but only does it because they feel like they have to.”

The scoff leaves her before she can stop it and it’s Aaron’s eyebrows that furrow this time. She loops her arms around his neck, lets him rest his forehead against hers as she looks into his eyes.

“Honey,” She says softly “do you really think I’d ever do something I didn’t want to do? Or that I would lie to you about what I want?” She feels him relax against her, another deep breath leaving him.

“Do you mean…?” He doesn’t finish his sentence but lets his hands wrap around her body and pull her closer.

“I want to, fuck Aaron I’ve been wanting to since we got together.” She smiles at the way he’s so obviously excited but also hesitant. “I’ve thought about sneaking under your desk at work, have fantasized about what you taste like.” She whispers the words against his skin as she slowly presses soft kisses along his jaw. “I’ve wanted to feel you in my mouth, want to make you come apart on my tongue.”

“Fuck, Em.” He gasps as she continues to suck and kiss down his throat, her fingers getting the buttons of his shirt undone and her lips follow, kissing and licking down his chest until she’s kneeling in front of him and he’s panting. She gets his belt off and when she starts to pull his slacks down his hips, he’s already hard in his boxers.

“Sit on the edge of the bed.” She tells him gently and he backs the short distance until he’s sitting down. He watches jaw slacked as she sits between his legs on the floor, her hand slow and gentle as she stroked along his inner thighs.

“Are you sure?” He asks even though his entire body is tense with excitement. When Emily chuckles softly and stands up he follows her with his eyes. She pushes her own pants off, leaving her in a black underwear set that makes his mouth water.

“Does this feel like I’m not sure?” She takes his hand and pulls it between her legs. When he feels her wetness through her underwear his eyes widen and she smiles at him. “Trust me, I’m sure, I want too so bad.” She whispers and gets back on her knees between his legs.

He helps her off with his boxers, leans back on his hands as Emily carefully takes his painfully hard cock in her hand and pumps it. Her eyes are hazy with arousal, her breathing coming out on soft pants as she leans forward. When he feels the tip of her tongue against the base of his shaft his hands fist the sheets. Then she licks the length of him slowly, until she’s able to lick the bead of precum on his tip.

Her eyes stay on his when she finally takes him in her mouth, her lips stretching around his cock and Aaron groans. He can’t look away as she takes more and more of him, her mouth feeling hot and wet around him.

“Oh my god.” He breathes through clenched teeth as she starts to bop her head, her tongue flat against his shaft, her lips tight around him, sucking him off so eagerly that he’s almost overwhelmed. His head falls back in pleasure as she takes him deeper and deeper, takes him so far down her throat that she chokes and pulls back with a gasp.

“Fuck I love your cock.” She gasps before he has the chance to ask if she’s okay and then she takes him back in her mouth, sucking him just as deep and Aaron knows that he won’t last long. The feeling is new, it’s exciting, it feels so fucking good and his hand automatically finds the back of her head, fingers tanging in the soft strands. And then she moans around him, and he can’t help the whimper that leaves him at the vibrations.

“Baby,” He gasps, hips stuttering against her face and it only seems to encourage her. Her tongue moves in patters around his cock, one hand comes to pump the base of him and then she sucks harder. “Jesus Christ, Em. Don’t stop.” He pleads and he sees the way her eyes light up at the pleasure she’s giving him.

Emily can’t keep her eyes off him, from the way his muscles tense, how his Adams apple bops as he swallows repeatedly, to the way his face is a mix of awe and pleasure. He’s a vision and he was all hers and she couldn’t believe her luck. She twists her wrist around his shaft and sucks on his cockhead and the way he buckles into her touch makes her do it again, and then again until his hips push against her face and she takes him as deep as he could go. She relaxes her throat as her nose presses against his pelvis and all she can hear is the groans and moans falling from his lips, her name leaving him like a prayer.

She pulls off him, lets him take in the way her eyes have teared and a string of saliva connects his cock with her bottom lip and she’s sure she’s never seen him look hotter than right then. She lowers her head a little further, keeps pumping his shaft with her hand and then licks over his balls, carefully sucking them into her mouth.

“Fuck, Em fuck, fuck fuck.” His hand tightens in her hair but he doesn’t even realize it, it feels too good, he knows he can’t stop the impending orgasm even if he wanted to.

“Are you close?” She asks with a smirk. It’s rhetorical, she can see the way he’s so clearly trying to hold off. He nods, eyes closed tight and his body shining with sweat. “Come for me honey, let me taste it.” She takes him back in her mouth and Aaron grunts, his fingers flexing in her hair and pulling her face against him. She loves how he’s completely let go of any reservation, that he’s going off what his body needs and she lets him move her head as he chases his release.

Her lips tighten around him and she swallows, hand back to pumping and twisting the base of him and it’s too much, it’s too good and he feels his entire body jerk. He opens his eyes to watch her and it’s the last push he needs. His orgasm rocks through his entire body, not even giving him time to warn her before he’s coming on her tongue, spurting his cum into her mouth. Emily doesn’t miss a beat, swallows and sucks him as he gives in to his release. His eyesight goes fuzzy, there’s a ringing in his ears, his body twitches as she continues to suck on his tip, her hand slowing but not stopping and she laps lazily over him, drawing out his pleasure for as long as possible.

Once he feels like he can breathe again, his entire body deflates and he falls back on the bed, chest heaving. He feels euphoric and before he knows it he’s laughing and sits up to pull Emily from the floor. She lays beside him, a grin on her own face as she watches the joy on his.

“That was so good.” He says and presses a kiss to her forehead, then the tip of her nose and lastly her lips. He can taste himself on her tongue as he pushes his own past her lips and he groans at the mix of Emily and him. “You’re amazing.” He kisses her again before she has the chance to say anything, hand moving over her warm, soft body until he reaches her underwear.

She was soaked, her own slick down her thighs and he gasps at the heat of her.

“Never think that I don’t want suck your cock.” She pants and he growls into another kiss as he tears her underwear from her body.

“I seem to remember a promise of making you come until you’re begging me to stop.” He mumbles against her lips before moving down her body. “I’m going to have my fun with you now.”

Emily feels his tongue on her clit before she even has time to say his name.

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Surrender

She opens her mouth to say it’s her, but Aaron beats her to it. The words out of his mouth before she can say them, as if he'd stolen them from her lungs, just as he had with her breath in the hotel before they came here. Making her laugh so hard she’d almost forced her wine out of her nose. A moment that felt so long ago now she could barely hang onto it.

"It's me."

A Minimal Loss AU

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Hi friends!!

This...got away from me. Massively. But if there are two things I love, it's writing these idiots realising they are in love and AU's of Minimal Loss.

Sorry this ended up being a day later than promised, but I kind of like how it turned out.

Please do let me know what you think <3

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Warnings: Canon typical violence/mentions of blood and injury

Words: 6.5k

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The first thing Emily does when she gets to the airport is upgrade her ticket. 

She hates flying commercial, which she knows is a champagne problem, so as soon as Aaron asked her to go to Colorado for an undercover assignment with child protective services, she groaned. She was happy to do the work, but the idea of sitting wedged in between two strangers in economy for over five hours was enough to make her decide she’d cover the cost so she could sit in first class, with the intention of re-reading the research Penelope had pulled together on Benjamin Cyrus so she could make sure she was as prepared as possible. A feeling deep in her gut that she couldn’t explain telling her that they were out of their league on this one, that there was something they didn’t know. 

“Emily?” 

She turns from where she is standing in line to see Aaron behind her, his go bag over his shoulder, and she frowns, “Aaron? I thought Reid was coming with me.”

He flashes her a tight smile before clearing his throat, “He couldn’t make it,” he says, offering no further explanation, “I decided to come in his place.” 

She nods, a mix of excitement and trepidation settling in her stomach, burning her chest as it bubbled upwards. One of the reasons she’d been so keen to take this assignment, to get away from DC for a few days, was because of him. She needed time and space, recent feelings she hadn’t expected overwhelming her every time he was near. 

It started when he knocked on her apartment door, his heart on his sleeve and as vulnerable as she’d ever seen him when he came as close as he came to begging when he asked her to go to Milkawakee with him. A sign she’d passed a test neither of them knew she’d been taking, her unwavering loyalty to him, to the team, even in the face of his disinterest and distrust of her enough to push away any lingering resentment he’d felt about her initial arrival. 

They’d become friends after that, something that she’s sure surprised him as much as it had surprised her. Aaron had come to her place the morning after they got home, his eyes lingering on the white bandage on her head as he said he’d come over to check on her. He’d looked so uncharacteristically nervous, so unsure of himself, when she joked that he could have just called her, that she’d let him in. They’d sat together and talked over coffee and breakfast she ordered in, because she had no food in her fridge, and everything was different after that. 

She had been the one to check in on him after Haley had divorce papers sent to the office. Emily had got halfway through one beer before she left the bar, unable to have fun with her friends when she knew that Aaron, the man who had quickly become her best friend, the person she knew she could go to and receive no judgement, was suffering alone and in silence somewhere else. She made it back to the office as he was leaving, and smiled wryly as she offered him her spare room for the night. 

He took her up on the offer and she stopped off at a store on the way home to buy him his favourite kind of scotch, one she didn’t like, and they sat on her couch, shifting between silence and mindless chatter, talking about everything except his broken family. 

That night she pretended she didn’t hear him crying in her spare room after they went to bed, and, for the first time but certainly not the last, she pretended she didn’t feel overcome with the desire to hold him close. To protect him. To storm across town and give Haley a piece of her mind over how this was handled, even though she knew deep down Aaron wasn’t anywhere near blameless for the breakdown of his marriage. 

After that, she noticed her feelings for him, the way she’d get butterflies in her stomach when he was near, or how just being around him made her day better, were getting stronger. The man she had once thought she’d never like let alone anything else quickly becoming the person she wanted to be around all the time. Leaving her feeling like nothing short of the teenage girl she had once been, not the grown woman she prided herself on being now. 

It was in New York that she could finally put a name to the feeling. When watching the footage of the explosion that could have, and should have, killed him, made her heart clench. The air in her lungs turning to stone as she struggled to heave in a breath, leading to a momentary response that JJ had picked up on. She’d waved it off, managed to move past it in the chaos of the moment, but it’s when it all fell into place. Puzzle pieces finally clicking together, the picture clear to her for the first time since she’d felt that initial pull towards him. 

She was in love with him. 

It was only further confirmed for her when relief washed over her when she saw he was okay, that he’d walked away from what had killed his friend. It was overwhelming, something she could have easily drowned in, and she was grateful for the short, but quiet. journey home. The nature of the case meant everyone else, Aaron included, fell asleep, and she could keep an eye on him, protecting him silently and privately. 

She was in love with him, and even though there were moments when she was sure he loved her too, his gaze bright as it occasionally lingered on her a little too long, she felt paralysed by it. Frozen in place as she convinced herself nothing could come of it, that he was still so hurt by the divorce that she’d only break her heart in the process. 

She’d come second all her life. To her mother’s job. To every partner she’d ever had, something always took precedence. To the cause whilst she was in Vienna, well aware if Clyde and the others had to sacrifice her to take down Ian they would have done. She wouldn’t mind if it was only Jack she thought she’d come second to, Aaron’s love for him, how good a father he was, one of the many things she loved about him, but she refused to be a rebound to his marriage. To be someone Aaron could push his love onto until he found somewhere more stable to put it. A more permanent home for it all. 

She nods and clears her throat, pushing her love for him back into the box it belonged in, the lid never quite fitting properly, allowing parts of it to always flow free. 

“Well,” she says, smiling at him, “I hope you brought clothes that make you look more like a social worker and less like a fed.” 

He frowns and looks up and down and his usual outfit of a suit and tie “What’s wrong with-”

“Next please.” 

Emily turns as Aaron is cut off by the woman at the desk behind her and she smiles and nods, stepping forward before she looks back at Aaron, “I’m about to upgrade my ticket,” she says, nodding towards the desk, “I can pay for yours too-”

“Em, no, it’s okay,” he says, already shaking his head, achingly familiar with her generosity, “I’ll be fine.”

She rolls her eyes at him, “Aaron, just let me do this,” she says, beckoning him up to the desk with her, “Knowing you’re stuck in economy will really ruin the taste of my champagne.” 

He chuckles and shakes his head at her, and he considers arguing with her, but she simply raises her eyebrows at him. It was a conversation they’d had more than once, her willingness to spend money, to do so without thinking, something he was still uncomfortable with. But he knows he can’t say no to her, that this was how she showed she cared, and he selfishly wanted to experience every moment of it she offered him. Letting it allow him to believe for even a second that she felt half of what he felt for her. 

Her beauty had always been undeniable, even as she stood here just a couple of paces at him, a look on her face he’s sure she’d give a child if they were misbehaving. He now thinks it’s one of the reasons he’d been so resistant to her being on the team at first. That his attraction to her, even when he was still married to Haley, was somehow her fault, a reaction he knows was nothing short of unfair. 

He knows he shouldn’t have been surprised that her beauty was more than skin deep. That it shone from inside of her too, her empathy and kindness second nature, something she did without thinking or trying. She helped him find somewhere to live after his marriage ended, let him stay at hers that first night when the idea of going back to his empty home with divorce papers in his briefcase was too much to bear. She’d gone furniture shopping with him, her distaste for his taste clear as she gently made fun of him, insisting that he clearly needed her. 

He realised he was in love with her the moment he heard an officer was down in New York when Detective Cooper was shot. For a terrifying few moments, he’d thought it was her. Well aware that she’d always put herself between danger and someone else, a tendency to self-sacrifice that rivaled his, and the fear, immediately chased by the relief made him realise what had been in front of him for longer than he cared to admit. He loved her. More than he thought possible. 

There were moments when he wanted to ask her out, to make one of their regular dinners an actual date, but he always held himself back. Sure that she deserved better, that she didn’t need the complications of being with a divorced father. So he stopped himself every time, convincing himself that he could be happy just being her friend. 

“Come on,” she insists, exchanging a wry smile with the desk agent who was watching them with interest, “You know it’s a drop in the bucket for me.” 

His eyes meet hers and she smiles at him, a smile that could convince him of anything, and he nods, “Okay, fine,” he relents, pushing down the rising discomfort at letting her pay for this, “But I’m buying dinner when we get to Colorado.” 

She rolls her eyes at him but nods, “Fine, you can buy dinner at whatever wonderful establishment the tiny town we’re going to has to offer.” 

His response is a smile before he passes over his passport and boarding pass to the woman in front of them, and it makes her stomach flip. Forcing her to bite the inside of her cheek in an attempt to stop her smile from spreading.

It’s a moment she looks back on in the coming days, a flash of hope and happiness that keeps her going when everything goes wrong. 

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It all goes downhill very quickly. 

The death of the woman who worked for Child Services, her name escaping Emily in amongst the worry about everything else, set everyone on edge. Emily stands in the corner of the chapel, well aware of Aaron standing near her, the smell of his cologne, of him sneaking out from underneath, offering her more comfort than it should. 

“They’ll be on their way by now,” he says quietly, and she turns to look at him, her eyebrows furrowing, “The team. They’ll be on their way.” 

She nods and looks back at what’s happening in front of them, carefully analysing everything that was being said, the power that Cyrus had over everyone unsettling in a way she hadn’t experienced before. 

“I bet you wish Reid had been able to come,” she says quietly, grateful for this moment that almost felt normal amongst everything. A few moments alone with her best friend, the man she loves, enough to ease her rise anxiety a little. The fact they were powerless, stuck in here with no way of escaping, feeling a little easier to swallow because he was the person she was stuck here with. She looks at him and shrugs slightly, “That way you wouldn’t be stuck in here.” 

Aaron frowns at the thought of it. It’s enough to make him tense, every muscle in his body tightening for a moment as he considers what she’s said, thinking of how he’d feel if he was stuck outside, watching the compound from a distance, knowing his options to help were limited. Here he could see her, could reach out and place his hand on her arm if he wanted, provide comfort to the both of them as things continued to escalate. 

He knows he couldn’t do it. That he couldn’t stand out there and wait for the hostage negotiators to work it out, or for the inevitable stand down with a man who was clearly on the edge. That the idea of a minimal loss situation, when she could be part of that loss, was unthinkable. 

“I wouldn’t want to be anywhere other than here with you,” he says, the serious tone to his voice enough to make her turn to look at him, her eyebrows furrowed. He sighs and reaches out, briefly squeezing her shoulder before he can stop himself, dropping his hand before someone can see them, “I would have had them tear this place apart to save you.” 

She smiles at him, because she knows even though he means it right now, it isn’t true. He wouldn’t risk everyone like that, he’d do what he had to do. Because he is a good man, an honourable one, and that was part of why she was in love with him. 

Any response she may have had is cut off as Cyrus announces to his followers that he’s poisoned them all. His speech sanctimonious as he eventually reveals he has done no such thing. It makes Emily and Aaron look at each other, fear they are trying to hide from the other, but failing, reflecting in both of their eyes. 

“This is…” she fades off, her eyes flicking to Cyrus, not missing how he was watching them, his face stern as their eyes meet. She looks back at Aaron, “I don’t think this is going to end well.” 

Aaron nods, his agreement nonverbal as Cyrus approaches them. Aaron clenches his teeth as he watches how the other man looks Emily up and down, leering at her in a way that makes him want to hit him, his protective instincts thrumming under his skin. 

“You two are looking mighty cosy back here,” he says, looking between them, “You guys worked together long at CPS?”

Emily smiles at him, “I’ve only been there a couple of years,” she replies, drawing on reality and adapting it, something she’d done during her time with Ian. The lies easier to remember if they were born out of truth. She nods towards Aaron, “He’s been there a lot longer.” 

Cyrus looks back and forth between them, a smile that turns Emily’s stomach spreading over his face, “I’ve got to say,” he says, stepping towards Aaron, his hand firm on his shoulder as he goes to move past him, “You really don’t look like any social worker I’ve ever seen.” 

He squeezes Aaron’s shoulder before he leaves the chapel, sleaze and narcissism following him like a bad cologne. 

Emily blows out a steady breath, concerns that their tentative cover could be blown increasing by the second. Her worry for Aaron, her jokes the night before that he looked nothing like a social worker as they ate apple pie at a local diner reverberating around her head. Turning from a gentle way to make fun of him to something that might genuinely put him in danger, stealing the breath from her lungs. 

“I hope the others get us out of here soon,” she says, her lips pressing into a firm line when she looks up at him, “He’s already escalating with this test with the wine.”

“Everything will be fine,” he replies, and she almost allows herself to believe him. To be drawn in by the comfort he always seemed to exude, drawing her in like a moth to the flame, something she’s so sure would one day burn them both. 

She isn’t sure how much time has passed, what day it is anymore, when they are dragged unceremoniously from the seats they’d taken, huddled together in the back row of the chapel. She’s pulled up by her arm, something that makes her yell out before she can stop it, her muscles protesting the sharp movement. 

“Leave her alone,” Aaron seethes as he’s pulled up himself, one of Cyrus’s lackeys on either side of him, holding him in place. 

“The boss wants to see you both,” the man holding Emily up says, his breath fowl as he leans in closer. She makes a point of not reacting, of not giving him the satisfaction. Her eyes briefly meet Aaron’s and she nods, silently letting him know that she is okay. 

Aaron clenches his jaw, tight as he’s forced down a hallway, focusing on the footsteps behind him, of Emily’s heeled boots hitting the floor, a rhythm that brings him comfort. Assures him that she’s okay because she’s with him and he won’t let anything happen to her. 

Their eyes meet as they are forced into seats opposite each other in a small hallway, the space between them so small their knees almost touch. 

“Which one of you is it?” 

They look at Cyrus, and she feels her heart drop into her stomach. The fury on his face, the tone of his voice, led her to only one conclusion. 

He knew. 

Her eyes flick to the supplies the team would have sent in behind him, the supplies she knows will be bugged, and she looks back at him, well aware whatever happened next the others would be able to hear. 

“What do you mean?” She asks, purposely playing dumb, desperately trying to gain some time to figure out what to do, the bad outcome she’d been fearing since they stepped onto the compound feeling inevitable. 

Cyrus chuckles bitterly and steps words them, leaning down so he is at their level whilst they are sitting, “Which one of you is the FBI agent?” 

Emily can feel Aaron’s gaze burning into the side of her face but she doesn’t turn to look at him, knowing it won’t help them. That any hint that they were both lying could be deadly. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Aaron says, his voice measured as he looks at Cyrus, his eyes stern as he stares him down, “We both work for CPS.” 

Cyrus smiles again, shaking his head before he stands back up straight, pacing as he shakes his head. He turns back to look at them as he pulls the gun from his holster, pointing it straight at Emily’s head. She doesn’t flinch, doesn’t do anything other than stare straight ahead, but she hears the sharp intake of breath from Aaron. The exhaustion from the last day or so, the lack of sleep and food and water enough to make his usually unbreakable exterior crack. 

Cyrus chuckles, “Oh, she’s fearless isn’t she,” he says, pressing the gun into her skin, pushing the bangs out of the way with the barrel of it so he can see it, see the pressure it applies to her temple, “So sure of herself.” He keeps the gun in place and leans in, his face so close to hers she can feel his breath, can see the plaque  on his teeth, “If only you were a few decades younger,” he says, smirking at her, “You’d be perfect.” 

He stands up straight and points the gun at Aaron instead, smiling at him as their eyes meet, “Maybe it’s you,” he says, casting a glance back at Emily as she makes sure she doesn’t react, despite every part of her screaming as she sees a gun pointed at Aaron’s chest, “As I said, I ain’t ever seen a social worker who looks like you.” 

She knows they are running out of time, that Cyrus isn’t the type to be above just starting to shoot, and she blows out a steady breath as she looks at Aaron, his eyes locked with the other man’s, both of them unwavering. She can’t help but think about how much she loves him, how she knows she’s strong, that she’s seen and done more than anyone else knew, but she wouldn’t be able to handle seeing him killed in front of her. Wouldn’t be able to deal with the guilt of costing a young boy his father because she hadn’t said anything. 

She just hopes, if they make it out, Aaron forgives her for it. 

She opens her mouth to say it’s her, but Aaron beats her to it. The words out of his mouth before she can say them, as if he'd stolen them from her lungs, just as he had with her breath in the hotel before they came here. Making her laugh so hard she’d almost forced her wine out of her nose. A moment that felt so long ago now she could barely hang onto it.

"It's me."

He flashes his gaze to hers as he silently tells her to be quiet, his attempt to protect her clear. It's an all too brief meeting of their eyes before he's pulled upwards by Cyrus, not using the strength she knows he has against a man they both know he could take.

Her stomach twists, the bitter taste of guilt and agony climbing up her throat at the realisation he was doing this to protect her. 

She watches as Aaron is thrown to the ground, held in place by the man standing behind her, his grip on her shoulder so tight it would hurt if she could feel anything. Cyrus kicks Aaron several times in the gut, drawing out groans that Emily is sure she’ll never stop hearing. 

“You had enough, cop?” Cyrus says, kicking him in the head before he spits on him, making Emily’s body tense, anger running through her veins, 

“I can take it,” Aaron grits out, spitting as he rolls, his palms on the floor as blood drips from his mouth. For a moment, Emily thinks he’s lost his mind, that he’s antagonising Cyrus, and she shakes her head, “I can take it.”

She looks past him to the boxes of supplies and it dawns on her, she was talking to the others, not to Cyrus. Letting them know not to come in, not to risk everyone on the compound, and for a moment she hates him for the honour that made her love him. Terrified that it would get him killed. 

Cyrus’s mocking  smile falls from his face and he kicks Aaron again, forcing him onto his back, his boot pressing firmly into his chest, putting pressure on already damaged ribs, “You can take it, can you?” He asks, putting more pressure on Aaron’s chest, making him yell out, the pain stealing his breath. “Maybe you can take this too.” 

He pulls his gun back out of his holster and aims at Aaron’s left arm, pulling the trigger without a second thought. 

This time, Emily can’t control her reaction. It makes her yell out, gaining Cyrus’s attention, seemingly reminding him she was in the room. He looks past her to the men behind her. 

“Get her out of here.” 

She’s pulled to her feet and tugged backwards, her eyes meeting Aaron’s as he looks up at her, his face already bruised and swollen from Cyrus’s attack. 

They lose eye contact as she disappears around the corner, and the last thing she hears is another thud, another kick aimed at the man she loves.

___

When Aaron wakes up, the first thing he notices is the pain. 

He isn’t even sure when he fell asleep, doesn’t remember passing out, or anything much past when Cyrus shot him. He groans, opening his eyes and blinking them against the dim light of the room. He looks around a little, unable to do more than simply turn his head, even though somehow hurting his chest. He was in a bedroom, lying on a mattress that he was sure he’d consider uncomfortable in normal circumstances. 

“You’re awake.”

He turns his head a little sharper to his right, groaning when the movement rocks his whole body against the lumpy mattress, and his eyes meet Emily’s. Something he knows is relief washing over her face as she stands from the seat next to him and sits on the bed, the sight of her hand wrapped around his the moment he realises she’s holding it. 

“Em,” he says, swallowing thickly as he rests his head back down, “What…what happened?”

“I convinced him to put us in the same room,” she says, squeezing his hand, something he actually feels this time, “I’m not sure if he believes I’m a social worker,” she says, laughing humourlessly, the sound making her chest ache as it escapes, “But I think he’s more distracted by the fact that this can’t go on forever than worrying about us anymore,” she swallows thickly as she looks at his face. One of his eyes is almost swollen shut now, and his lip is split. The sight of it makes her ache, her heart cracking in her chest because she knows it’s her fault. 

That he had been trying to protect her. 

He tries to sit up but can’t, the pain burning in his abdomen, the familiar feeling of cracked ribs stealing his breath, “Em, can…can you help me sit up?”

She nods, already standing up to provide support as he sits up, her hands on his back taking most of his weight as they work together to have him sitting against the headboard. The new position eases some of the pressure on his ribs, and he looks at his left arm. His eyes land on a strip of blue fabric over his arm, blood staining the fabric, just beneath the tie he’d insisted on wearing, and he looks back at her. The bottom of her shirt was ripped, a strip of it missing at its hem, revealing some of her pale skin. 

She looks down at herself and tugs at the ruined shirt, a vain attempt to cover her exposed skin, she sits next to him on the bed, closer than she usually would, desperate for any comfort she can soak in from him, their situation and how dire it was settling in now she could no longer concentrate on waiting for him to wake up. 

“I never thought I’d say it,” she says, looking at his arm, her eyes fixed on the makeshift tourniquet and bandage she’d put on it, “But I’m glad you insisted on wearing the tie.” She looks at him, her breath catching in her throat as their eyes meet, “The bullet was a through and through, I heard it hit the floor,”  she explains, “We just need to get it stitched up when we get you to a hospital. You have cracked ribs,” she says unnecessarily, worried what what happen if she stopped talking, concerned that if she wasn’t talking about this her anger that he’d done this for her would win out, “And your face is pretty messed up,” she smiles sadly when he chuckles at the way shes said it, his right hand flying to his ribs when it hurts, “But you seem okay apart from that. I’ll feel better when you’re seen by a doctor though,” her smile slips from her face, “You…you were unconscious for a long time.” 

He watches her carefully as she looks down at the bedspread beneath them, the movement making her hair move. The usually soft and shiny locks stuck together with sweat from the last couple of days of not being washed. He spots a bruise on her temple as her bangs shift and he frowns, reaching out for her without thinking, ignoring the painful pull in his ribs as he pushes her hair out of the way to get a better look at it. 

Her eyes snap to his as soon as his skin touches hers, his skin warm and soothing as he gently runs his thumbs over the bruise left behind by Cyrus when he presses the gun against her skin. 

“Em-”

“I’m fine,” she says, reaching up to capture his hand, linking their fingers together to drop their hands to the bed, not missing the relief on his face as the pressure is removed from his chest, “It’s just a bruise.”

“Are you sure?” He asks, his eyebrows furrowing, his hand tight around hers, showing strength neither of them was sure he was capable of right now. She smiles and shifts closer to him, their thighs touching, something that brings them both more comfort than they would ever admit to.

“Aaron,” she says, her hand squeezing his, “You had the shit kicked out of you, you were shot…” She drifts off, shaking her head as she chokes on a sound somewhere between a laugh and a sob, “I’ve got one tiny bruise, I’ll be fine. I am fine.” 

She clenches her teeth, her jaw tight as she looks at him, everything she’d been pushing down for months mixing in with what they’d been through breaking free. Any reason she had for not talking to him about this before, about keeping an emotional distance, long gone. Because in the time she was separated from him, when she knew Cyrus could have been killing him and she wouldn’t have been able to do anything about it. Aaron’s sacrifice for her, the way he’d given himself up without second thought in an attempt to protect her, removed any previous fear she had that her feelings were one way. That he was mistaken in how he felt about her, so clouded by affection and love for the wife he had lost that he was pushing the feelings onto her. 

He loved her. He’d almost gotten himself killed for her, and she felt like she should be the brave one this time. 

“Why did you sacrifice yourself like that?” She asks, even though she’s sure she knows the answer, the way he’s looking at her, touching her, the only confirmation she needs. 

“You ask that like you weren’t a few seconds behind me,” he says, smiling softly at her, “I saw it on your face. You were going to let him hurt you to protect me.” 

She can’t deny it, instead, she looks down at their joint hands, his blood dried under her fingernails, a stain she’s sure she’ll always see, “Aaron…”

“You know why, Em,” he says, his words soft as she slowly looks back up at him, her wide eyes meeting his, “You know why.” 

She closes her eyes and blows out a steady breath, shaking her head as she laughs wryly, “I’ve been convincing myself for months that you didn’t feel the same way,” she says, opening her eyes, hoping he will ignore how they shine, “Why didn’t you say anything?” 

He smiles, a lopsided thing because of his swollen face, but it eases something in her gut, “The same reason you didn’t,” he says, wishing he could pull her into his embrace, that he could hug  her as tightly as he’d wanted to for longer than he’d care to admit, “I was worried you didn’t feel the same way,” he shakes his head at himself, “I’m still not sure why you do.”  

He’d spotted it, the final puzzle pieces about how she felt about him slipping into place, the moment he sacrificed himself to Cyrus. A look in her eyes he’d never seen before, love and affection and anger slipping past her well-built defences for the first time since they’d met. 

She sighs, shifting closer, their faces close enough now she could lean in and kiss him, “Aaron-”

“All I’m saying sweetheart,” he says, the nickname slipping free without him meaning it to, the use of it making her heart swell, “Is you are way out of my league.” 

She shakes her head at him, “You’re ridiculous,” she says, locking away the information for when they were out of here, reminding herself to tell him all of the reasons he was wrong, to tell him he was perfect for her again and again until he believed her. She looks at him, lost in the colours of his eyes that she’d never seen so close before. Flecks of gold she knows she’ll count one day soon, something about him that she would know and no one else would, “I love you.”

He smiles, relief easing some of the pain in his chest as it washes over him, the words he’d never expected to hear from someone other than Haley sounding nothing short of magical from the woman sitting close to him.

“I love you too.” He says, and she smiles widely, something he’s sure should feel out of place given their situation but it feels perfect. She leans in to kiss him but he stops her, shifting back to stop her lips from touching his, “Not here, not like this.” 

She frowns at first, irritation forcing her to pull back a little, but it is gone as soon as it is lit in her belly. The fire of her anger put out by the way he was looking at her, the romantic fool she knew that lingered under his hard exterior shining through. As absurd as it feels, she knows she’s right. 

She never wants to remember their first kiss being in this place. 

She nods and presses her forehead into his, her eyes closed as she breathes him in, “You’d better not die on me then. Otherwise, I’m going to be really pissed.” 

He chuckles as she pulls back, his hand tight around hers, the warmth of his skin a much-needed reminder that they were both still here, that they were alive. “Deal.”

___

They get separated in the explosion, and for an agonising couple of minutes, she thinks she’s lost him after all. It’s only when she sees him limping out afterwards, his good hand pressing into his damaged ribs as he makes his way to her side, that she feels anything close to relief. 

It was over. 

She cries when he hugs her, his good arm around her back as he pulls her close, with no real strength behind the action. Tears she’d suppressed for what felt like forever burning down her cheeks. When she pulls back to look at him, she sees tears on his face too, the relief they felt for getting through this ordeal palpable. 

If the team thinks the hug is odd they don’t say anything. And they also don’t say anything when she insists on getting in the same ambulance as him, refusing to let him out of her sight for even a moment until she’s forced into another room at the hospital. The team meet her there, her go-bag over JJ’s shoulder. She hugs her friend gratefully before she goes to the accessible bathroom, washing quickly with water and hand soap before throwing her hair up and changing into fresh clothes, abandoning her ruined shirt in the trashcan in the corner. A token of these last few days she didn’t need to keep.

The next time she sees Aaron is a few hours later. She’d sent the team to the hotel, and all of them trying and failing individually to get her to go with them, and she feels nothing short of glad to be alone. To have some time to think about the last few days, everything she’d seen and experienced. The feelings for the man she loved that she’d finally given in to, her white flag of surrender stained with his blood remorse that it took almost losing him to get him. 

She’s led into his room by a nurse who quickly leaves them alone, and she smiles as their eyes meet. He still looks awful, his face black and blue and somehow more swollen than when she’d last seen him. There’s a bandage on his arm now, stark white and clean, and he has a couple of IVs, one of which she’s sure will be antibiotics to stave off any infections he may be at risk of. 

She smiles as she sits on the edge of his bed and is grateful when he reaches out for her immediately, their hands linking together like it was something they’d always done. “Hi,” she says, feeling strangely embarrassed by the simplicity of her greeting, “How are you feeling?” 

He smiles, “As okay as a man with five cracked ribs, and a new hole in his arm can be.” 

She huffs out a laugh and shakes her head at him, “Aaron.”

“Sorry, sweetheart,” he says, lifting their hands to his lips, pushing back a groan at the pain that licks up his chest at the movement, before he kisses her knuckles, “I’ll be okay, I promise.” 

She nods, her teeth sinking into her lower lip as she tries to figure out what to do next, what to say, and she clears her throat, “I…never said thank you,” she says, her smile shaking as their eyes meet, “For saving me from him hurting me.” 

He nods, squeezing her hand and pulling her closer, grateful when she shifts towards him, her presence more of a balm to him than any of the medication the doctors had tried to make him take. He’d refused them all for now, wanting to make sure he was clear-headed for this, for her, so that there was never any part of her that would doubt this was what he truly wanted. 

He shrugs like it was nothing, like he couldn’t have died for her. Like he wouldn’t have if that’s what it came to. 

“It’s what you do, for the person you love,” he says, and she smiles widely, her cheeks aching with it. She knows they have a lot to talk about, that their confession in the room they’d been locked in was merely the start of it all, but she knows whatever comes next, at least she’ll have him by her side. 

“I guess it is,” she replies, her eyes drifting to his lips before flashing back up to his. He nods gently and she leans in to press her lips against his. 

They lose themselves in each other, surrendering to the love they held between them, and in that moment nothing else in the world matters. 

-x-

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Jesus Christ this is so fucking hot

Hi. I don’t know if it’s your thing but can you consider writing about Emily being Aarons freeuse girl. Like it’s his birthday and her gift for him is unlimited sex for whole day. But we all know that Hotch is too sweet so he uses this access to give her a lot of pleasure. Thanks 😊

Title: No need to take it slow Summary: Aaron hates getting gifts, so each year when his birthday comes around Emily gives him the gift of herself Word Count: 3,6k Rating: Explicit Warnings: Smut, freeuse, power dynamics, oral, anal, multiple orgasms, overstimulation mentions of sex toys, mentions of abuse

Aaron had never really liked celebrating his birthday, disliked receiving gifts even more. It had started when he was still a child. Birthdays and holidays usually overlooked because of his father’s drunken antics or loud fights as his mother placed herself between himself and his father’s fist. When he got older he was the one who took the beatings, protected his mother and Shawn from the anger of his dad.

So Aaron didn’t like celebrating his birthday.

Emily however, loved birthdays, loved to celebrate the people she loved and to shower them in gifts. It was an adjustment when they first got together, Emily taking him out to a fancy restaurant and handing him a wrapped gift with a smile. She could see his unease almost instantly, even though he loved the watch she had bought, wore it every day, there was a tension in his jaw that was rarely there when they were together.

The same thing happens the year after that, but this time Emily can’t keep her mouth shut.

“What’s wrong?” She asked as he stroked over the expensive silk of the tie he had just unwrapped. “You don’t like it?”

“No I do.” He assured her, his hand quickly taking hers and giving it a squeeze. “I’m just… Not used to gifts.” He lies and he can see that she doesn’t believe him, one of her eyebrows arching high on her forehead.

“Honey,” She sits a little closer to him on the couch. “don’t lie to me please.”

He sighs, eyes fitting over her face. It shouldn’t be a big deal, but for some reason he felt like he was letting her down.

“I love the tie, I really do.” He kisses her softly. “But I don’t like getting gifts, I never have.” The way her shoulders slump slightly makes him want to take it back.

“Oh.” She says, her cheeks tinting pink in embarrassment because she didn’t know and she should have known. She thinks back on what he’s told her about his childhood, flashes of him ignoring questions about his birthday at work, how he never really allowed anybody to buy him anything, didn’t really accept any kind of gift except something handmade from Jack. “I’m sorry.”

“Please don’t apologize.” He brushes his thumb over her cheek.

“I feel like an idiot.” She chuckles dryly, the sound catching in her throat.

“Stop, no.” This time his voice is a little firmer, his hand squeezing hers again. “I should have told you last year.”

Emily shakes her head and then offers him a smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes.

“You told me now.” She stood up from the couch and dragged him with her. “But don’t think you’re getting out of birthday sex.” This time the smile on her face is genuine, any awkwardness gone as quickly as it came.

“Now that, I’ll never say no to.” He grins and pulls her into a kiss. “We’re okay right?”

“Honey, it’ll take more than you not liking gifts for you to get rid of me.” She teases against his lips, her arms looping around his neck to keep him close.

*

The year after she doesn’t buy him anything, but instead spends the day screwing him until he literally couldn’t anymore.

“Now that is how I’d like to spend every birthday.” He joked through harsh breaths and she smiled brightly. They were sweaty and exhausted and Emily could see that the tension that had been there previous years, was now nowhere to be found.

And she got an idea.

“Have you ever heard of freeuse?” She asked and she saw his eyebrow arch and a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“Like… the sexual term?” He asked and she nodded. “Doesn’t that mean that you pretty much get free reign to do whatever you want to your partner even if their partner isn’t up to it?”

“Yeah, within set limits.” She grinned even wider and moved so she straddled him. “What do you say, that every year for your birthday, I’d be your freeuse girl, 24 hours of my sole purpose being there for every sexual need you have?”

Aaron looked up at his fiancé, naked on top of him, and he thought that he should be awarded for even managing to listen to what she was saying. But he couldn’t deny that the idea was intriguing, more than intriguing if he was being completely honest.

“What do you say honey?” She rolled her hips and felt him react against her.

“There will be set rules, boundaries, we need to talk more about it.” His hands fell to her hips and she nodded in agreement. Then she leaned down, let her hair curtain around them as she kissed him.

“Talk later.” She mumbles against his lips. “Right now I want to ride you.”

Really, how was Aaron supposed to argue with that?

*

So they talked, set firm limits of what they refused to do, tried a couple of test days to see if Aaron could be comfortable using Emily in that way and to see that Emily felt comfortable being used. It turned out they both loved it and it became something they both looked forward to every year as his birthday approached.

*

Emily woke up to something nudging at her lips and she stirred.

“Open up.” Aaron’s voice cut through the silence and she opened her eyes to find him kneeling beside her on the bed, cock in hand. Her eyes flittered to the clock behind him on the nightstand, it read 12:00 am, it was officially his birthday.

She rearranged her body on the bed, turned slightly and leaned on one elbow so he could fuck her face easer. Her mouth opened and she stuck her tongue out and he immediately pushed forward. His low groan made her own body feel heated as his shaft moved over her tongue, quickly poking at the back of her throat.

Her hand wrapped around his base, her wrist twisting as she continued to suck him eagerly. His fingers wrapped in her hair, moved her head in time with his thrusting hips as he continued to groan above her. His dark eyes didn’t leave her face, even as they were glazed over with arousal as he watched his wife dutifully do what she was made to do.

“That’s it.” He encouraged her as she swallowed around him, tears starting to fall from her eyes as she gagged repeatedly on him. “That’s it, sweetheart.” When he pulled back she gasped for air, took a couple of breaths before he was back in her mouth, precum leaking from his tip.

Emily moved her hand from his base to gently cup his balls, let one nail softly drag over them and he shivered, hips stuttering.

“Fuck, Em.” His hand tightened in her hair, hips rutting against her face as she choked on him. He pulled back only for her to swirl her tongue around his tip and then took him all the way down her throat again with a low moan. She pulled lightly on his sack, moaned again just because she knew he loved the vibrations against him.

She was proven right when he all but growled her name, hips jerking as his balls tightened. Her wide eyes were trained on him, on how he swallowed hard, his jaw clenching and unclenching, abs tensing, the hand not in her hair gripping the headboard so hard she was amazed that it didn’t break. When he came it was with a sound that made her clit throb, the low groans turning louder as he spurted salty cum on her waiting tongue. She pulled back enough to make sure that she swallowed all he had, her lips wrapped around his tip as she jerked his shaft, her saliva aiding her movements until he let go of her and fell back against the bed with a breathless chuckle.

“Happy birthday, honey.” She whispered against his ear as she pressed against his side.

“Happy birthday to me.” He kissed her, tasted himself on her lips with a sound of contentment. “Good night.”

“Good night.”

*

She wakes up before him, which was rare. Quietly she dresses in the red lingerie he had decided on, the lace and silk soft against her body and then she sneaks downstairs and puts on the coffee and fixes them both some breakfast. She puts on some music, hums along to the songs as she pours coffee into his favorite mug. When she turns Aaron is standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed as he watches her.

“Morning.” His voice was raspy, like always in the morning.

“Good morning, breakfast is almost done.” She turned back to the counter, ready to flip the French toast in the pan when she feels him behind her, hands on her waist.

“Good, I’m hungry.” His lips are soft against her skin, tongue licking over her neck as his hands roam over her body. “Don’t burn it.” He mutters as Emily leans into his touch, momentarily forgetting the task at hand.

Her hand was shaking when she flipped one of the French toasts, Aaron’s hand moving from her waist and into her panties. His fingers were rough as he circled her clit with lips tugged into a grin at feeling how wet she was. He kept an eye on her, made sure she didn’t burn herself when she flipped the second toast and then pushed two fingers inside of her, making her moan softly.

His fingers moved through her, flexing and pressing against the spots he knew made her knees weak as she tried to focus on not burning their food. She just barely managed to get the toast onto plates before she completely gave up on everything that wasn’t him. His stubble scratched against her skin, the hand that wasn’t between her legs were on her chest, pulling down her bra enough to tug on her nipples.

When she came she was gripping the counter so hard her knuckles were white, her head falling back against his shoulder as her legs gave out. She knew that if it weren’t for Aaron she would have fallen to the floor, the pleasure making her entire body shake in his hold.

She had barely regained control over her limbs when he pulled his hands away from her and his fingers pressed between her parted lips.

“Clean me up.”

She sucked herself from his fingers, mind hazy when she looked back at him. Once he was satisfied he nodded and stepped back from her. He grabbed the plates and carried them to the table, gave Emily a moment to gather herself before she grabbed the mugs of coffee and placed them on the table too.

They made it through breakfast before Aaron was on her again, simply bending her over the table as she was getting ready to clean it off. His cock was always a stretch, and she gasped in surprise when he pushed inside of her. He rubbed her clit with one hand while the other pressed against the small of her back, keeping her in place as he fucked her hard and deep.

“Such a good plaything for me to use, always so ready.” He groaned behind her and Emily whimpered in response. There was no doubt that she always enjoyed this, probably more than he did to an extent.

“Oh fuck…” She grunted as he picked up his pace, the table jolting with his forceful thrusts. She knew she’d be bruised from the how the edge of the table dug into her, knew that she’d press against them with nothing but a fond smile in the next couple of days. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

“Not gonna stop until you’re all filled up sweetheart.” He rutted against her, forced her to feel all of him and she hissed. “You take me so well.”

It wasn’t long before she was coming with a loud cry of pleasure, her body spasming as he fucked her through it, fingers turning gentle against her clit. She slumped on the table, loud moans turning into softer whimpers as he continued to move behind her.

She knew that as much as they used this day for Aaron’s pleasure, he would take the day to make her fall apart as many times as possible, her pleasure an ego boost to him. It didn’t surprise her that he made her come one more time, fingers insistent on her swollen clit and hips strong as he thrust against the spot only he had been able to find before he gave in to his own pleasure.

He groaned loudly as he came inside of her, spilling his release as deep inside of her as he could, hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise pale skin.

“Fuck, I love filling you up, sweetheart.” He mumbled, lips soft against her spine as he pressed a couple of kisses against her sweaty skin.

“Me too.” She sighed happily, then moaned as he slipped out of her and made sure her panties covered her again.

“I’m going to shower, why don’t you join me?” He took her hand and she nodded into a kiss.

“Let me just put the dishes in the washer, I’ll be quick.”

*

He made her two more times in the shower, his tongue buried inside of her as water cascaded down around them. Once she could stand again he continued to run his hands all over her body, teasing nipples and pressing against bruises, new and old as she washed them both off.

After the shower she put on the new lingerie set that he had laid out, a pink set that he knew she’d never wear unless he told her too. The cups were tiny, her breasts spilling over the fabric and the matching panties were crotchless. It helped with the fantasy for both of them and Emily smiled at her own reflection. He would love it.

Aaron had gone to the store, buying groceries for dinner and she took advantage of having a little while alone. She knew that he’d want her every way he could, so she prepared herself with an anal plug, lubed it up and put it inside of her to be ready for when he inevitably wanted her ass.

She was proven right when he came home and immediately sought her out after putting the food away, finding her in their bedroom reading. He quickly rid himself of his clothes and climbed on top of her, throwing her book onto the floor.

“Spread your legs.” He muttered between kisses and she easily spread her thighs wide apart, the metal end of the plug revealed to him. He grinned and pulled it out and then reached for the lube on the nightstand. When he pushed inside her ass it wasn’t slow or careful and Emily hissed in pain but a look between them let him know that it was okay.

He started to fuck her with long strokes, his eyes fastened on the way she stretched open for him. Emily’s sounds of slight discomfort quickly changed to moans of pleasure, her slick shining on her skin between her legs. Aaron sat back slightly on his heels and pushed two fingers inside of her, making her cry out loudly.

“You love being filled up like this, don’t you?” He whispered as he moved his hips and fingers in tandem.

“Yes!” She arched, eyelids drifting closed as Aaron wrenched pleasure from her body. “Baby, please…”

Aaron chuckled, the sound breathless and low as he watched her fall over the edge in record time. He groaned as she squeezed around his fingers and cock, her body trembling, clearly already exhausted and it wasn’t even noon yet. When she relaxed he pulled out and flipped her around, fucking her harder as she continued to moan and gasp into the bed.

He came with a punched-out groan, his own release hard and heavy as he doubled over her body. When he felt like he could move he fell beside her on the bed and quickly pulled Emily into his arms.

“Guess we’re going to have to shower again.” She mumbled into his neck and he nodded.

“In a minute baby.” He kissed her forehead and then stamped a kiss to her lips.

*

By the time they were having dinner, Emily had lost track of how many orgasms she’d had, her entire body aching in the most delicious way. Her body was littered with bruises, hickeys and bitemarks, so was his, she realized as she looked at him across from her.

“What?” He asked with a teasing grin in between bites of his steak.

“Nothing, just thinking that you’re going to have to be careful tomorrow when Jack is home and on Monday at the office, especially with the scratch marks on your arms.” She smirked right back, eyes lingering on a mark on his arm.

There was something in the darkness of her eyes, something in the flush on her cheeks and Aaron felt the familiar feeling of want stir low in his abdomen.

“On your knees under the table.” He said and Emily immediately put her utensils down and crawled under the table. She helped him out of his slacks and then wrapped her lips around his half hard cock as Aaron continued to eat his dinner. He closed his eyes and let himself enjoy her warm mouth around him.

*

“Ride me.” He told her later that night, the movie they had decided to watch had barely started before his hand was between her thighs.

Emily could feel every muscle in her body protesting but she quickly straddled his lap anyway, eager to please him. She sunk down on him with a whimper, her center swollen and aching as she started to move above him.

“Good girl.” He muttered, he could see the discomfort on her face, but they had been through this before and as long as Emily didn’t use her safeword he knew she was good to continue, but that didn’t mean that he didn’t want to make sure.

“I’m okay.” She said before he even had the chance to ask her and he relaxed. He leaned into the backrest of the couch, his head falling back as he watched her through hooded eyes as she rode him.

He let her set the pace, only pushing up to meet her hips once she found a rhythm. He planted his feet on the floor, fucked up into her as she rocked her hips against his with breathy moans falling from her lips. After a few minutes his hand moved to grip her hips and he started to thrust harder into her, a satisfied grunt sounding in his chest as Emily’s entire body jerked with the motion.

“Take it, that’s right take it.” He mumbled as he chased his release.

Emily let him use her body to get off, felt his movements get more and more uncoordinated as he groaned filth in her face. When he came she whimpered, the heat of him intense in her swollen skin. She stayed still until his hands turned softer on her body and his eyes opened to look at her. Once he nodded she moved back to her original place on the couch beside him, a soft sigh leaving her when his heavy hand found its way to her thigh again.

*

Emily was brushing her teeth when he came up behind her and she was honestly amazed that he could still get hard. He didn’t say anything as he pushed his already lubed cock against her ass, a deep growl sounding in his throat when he popped into her ass for the second time that day. She took him easier this time, her toothbrush falling into the sink as he started to fuck her with lazy pumps of his hips.

His eyes were on hers in the mirror, one hand moving to hold her jaw to keep her eyes on him and the other moved between her legs to rub her clit. She whined at the stimulation, her thighs squeezing shut and he gave her a warning look in the mirror. It was another second before she relaxed, let him drag gentle circled over her sensitive clit.

“Jesus Christ…” She mumbled, toothpaste still at the corner of her mouth as he kept her pinned against the counter.

“Just stand there and take it baby.” He whispered against her ear. He continued to move with slow strokes, the day finally taking its toll on him. It didn’t surprise him that he felt his orgasm build quickly, his body oversensitive too. He smirked when he somehow dragged another orgasm from her, the sound in her throat sounding more pained than pleasured as her eyes closed tightly, the flush on her skin that never really seemed to disappear only enhancing as she trembled.

The additional squeezing of her around him caused him to orgasm too and he grunted quietly against her neck, his teeth digging into soft skin. He didn’t move from her until he was slack, wordlessly turning the shower on again and then helped Emily inside as she stood on unsteady legs.

They showered quickly, sated and tired as they finished getting ready for bed. By the time they were climbing under the covers it was almost midnight, Aaron’s birthday officially coming to an end.

“Happy birthday, honey.” She mumbled, the words the same as they had been 24 hours earlier and he smiled into her neck. He had always hated his birthday, but Emily had most certainly changed that.

“Thank you, sweetheart.”

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So damn hot

Hii it's Anon again!

Yessssss I loved that fic bc of Em being in foreign territory and who can deny Hotch's dom energy in CM fr! I absolutely love reading fics playing with that side of him 😍💞

I'd love if you wrote another one where the story is more detailed about how Em starts daydreaming at work, having fantasies after Hotch raises his voice against a suspect/roughs them up physically with ease or disciplines the team like when Reid was about to insult someone at the phone and Hotch just stopped him just calling his name LOL (tbf there are a lot of CM moments where fans are like 'wow I'd love him to grab me like that/talk to me like that' that could be fun to insert these moments 😂)

But yeah, mostly abt Em being confused at her body's reaction and realising it is a very slippery slope she's on, with (the team and) Hotch thinking Em is just distracted until he realises she squirms or disappears after he behaves a certain way verbally or physically etc...

Cherry on top if you figure out a way to conclude that with smut, I wouldn't personally know how to write Hotch confronting her abt it since I imagined that mostly from Em's pov 😂

Anyway, that's my idea of it, I'm happy to know that you like writing this dynamic and I will be happy with ANYTHING you will write about dom Hotch in the end so no pressure, I'm excited for any idea you will work on 😁🩷

A/N: Hi Anon! I hope this is somewhat what you had in mind, it got way longer than I initially thought lol.

Title: To give to you Summary: Emily had never imagined fantasizing about her boss, had always thought she was a top. But then she joins the BAU and meets Aaron Hotchner and everything changes. Word count: 4,7k Rating: Explicit Warnings: Smut, oral, overstimulation, dom Aaron (kinda, it got softer than I thought) bisexual Emily Prentiss, switch Emily Prentiss, sub Emily, mentions of stabbing, mentions of restraints and paddles

Emily had known that she was bisexual early in life, realized quickly that she clearly had a preference for women. For a long time she only dated women, women were kind, smart, gorgeous, stunning beings and she absolutely relished in taking them apart. She spent her late teens and early 20’s exploring her sexuality and preferences. It was easy to figure out that she loved to be in control, loved to bring her partner to their knees, no matter what gender that was.

But there was no doubt that if she were to chose between a man and a woman, she always preferred a woman. There was something about hearing the gentle moan of her name, of feeling soft skin under the palm of her hands. She loved bringing them pleasure and sometimes that pleasure came with a side of pain.

Then she starts working at the BAU, a dream she’d had since joining the FBI. It doesn’t take long for her to throw herself into work all the while ignoring the fact that she barely has time to do anything else. She proves herself fast, knows that she’s impressing the team without really trying as they find out small pieces of her past, and her skills.

It sucks that Aaron Hotchner is one of the last to notice.

Her boss was an enigma to her, quickly stirring up feelings she shouldn’t feel towards her boss. The first time it happened she had tried to ignore it, tried to pretend that the feeling she felt and the flush when he raised his voice towards and unsub was because the interrogation room was stifling. It wasn’t him, it couldn’t be him.

It’s harder to ignore the second time it happens. He was frustrated, the case going awry quickly and Emily watched him instill fear in the entire police precinct as they were working with one single word, voice raised to be heard over the chatter. The tension on his face and the darkness of his eyes was enough to make goosebumps rise on her arms.

And she crashes into the realization that it was, in fact, him.

Then a year had gone by and Emily finds herself daydreaming about him at the most inappropriate times. It’s not like she hasn’t tried to stop, she’s gone out and found both men and women to take home during her time at the BAU. She has relished the feeling of power as she wrought pleasure from strangers in the dark. But then she goes to work the next day and for reasons unbeknown to her she can’t stop thinking about him. She’s smart enough to know that it isn’t just physical, that she felt more for him but just want, but she always forced those thoughts away.

“Prentiss?” Aaron interrupts her train of thought as she sits by her desk, seemingly lost in her own world.

“Yeah?” She looks up at him and bites her lip for a moment. Her cheeks heated from his stare as she realized she was caught zoning out. “Sorry, what do you need?” They were working from Quantico, helping out on a local case.

“They’re bringing in a suspect, I want you in there with me for questioning.” He gives her another pointed look, like he’s seeing into her mind and she has to force herself not to fidget in her seat.

“Of course.” She offers a smile that she hopes comes off as confident and he walks back into his office. Get it together Emily.

She misses the way his eyes linger on her from his office window.

*

She really doesn’t understand why she reacts the way she does to him. She had been around people trying to control her her entire life, had always hated it. It shouldn’t be different with Aaron. But it is.

She thinks it’s because he’s in control in a way that’s effortless, that he demands respect because he knows he’s earned it. And most importantly, she trusts him in a way she doesn’t really trust anyone. She loves him.

But that doesn’t stop her confusion. It doesn’t stop her brain from fantasizing about how his large hands would feel pinning her down and taking her. She could stand in a room full of people and one look from him made heat flame in her veins. She didn’t understand it, she didn’t want to feel the things she did. But she couldn’t stop it.

*

“Where is she?!” Aaron’s voice was raised, his anger palpable as Emily sat across from the slime of a human they were currently trying to get a confession out of.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” The unsub, a frail man, skittish in his behavior whimpered and Emily could feel distain as she looked at him.

It’s the slam of Aaron’s hand against the metal table that makes the unsub jump and Emily clench her legs together under the table that gets them their confession.

As the unsub is being led out in handcuffs Emily remains seated at the table, trying to control her body’s reaction as Aaron starts to pack up the pictures and papers to be sorted into boxes later.

“Are you alright?” He asks and her eyes snap to his, wide and dark and she swallows.

“I’m good.” She nodded and stands too. Her hands tremble as she starts to help him pack up, hoping that he doesn’t notice the way her pulse beats wildly, or the flush on her cheeks. But he’s Aaron and he notices everything. His hand is searing as he wraps it around her wrist and Emily has to force herself not to let out a soft moan as she wonders what it would feel like if he grabbed her throat like that.

“Prentiss?” His voice is smooth as he looked at her with something she’d only call concern and something else.

“I’m alright, I think I’m just a little tired today.” She mumbles and pulls her arm out of his grasp. “I’m good, Hotch.”

If he didn’t believe her, he didn’t say anything.

*

It’s been a few months since they interrogated that unsub, had been months since his hand had wrapped around her wrist but she could still feel it, like the palm of his hand had branded her. She’s having more trouble now, because he’s divorced and it’s one obstacle that kept her away from him that’s gone.

They’re in California working a case and it’s hot to the point of unbearable outside. It has caused even Aaron to remove his jacket and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt and Emily has to keep herself from staring at the muscle of his arms, from reaching out to drag a nail over the dark hair covering them. When his fingers flex and the muscle jumps with the movement she has to look away, cause all she can think about is how that muscle would tense if he was hovering above her.

“I think the unsub focuses on prostitutes because that’s what available to him.” Spencer’s voice forces her to focus. She feels ashamed for fantasizing about Aaron when women were literally being stabbed in the streets.

“We could force him out of the shadows, try and taunt him? He’s clearly a narcissist.” Derek adds and Aaron who’s remained standing as the rest of them are gathered around a table nods.

“Let’s do it. We can do a press conference.” He decides and looks at Emily, their eyes meeting. “You should do it, a woman would provoke him. Force his hand.”

“Of course.” She nods and she sees JJ doing the same in her peripheral, already getting ready to set up for the press conference.

“Did you bring a dress?” Derek asks and Emily turns to him. She knew why he asked, knew that if she was dressed bordering on inappropriately on camera that the unsub would feel like he didn’t have a choice except to reach out to them.

“I’ll run out and buy one.”

So that’s how she finds herself wearing a black dress that’s just bordering on too much cleavage, the fabric just a little too tight, her jacket over her shoulders that she removes just before she gets up on the podium. It goes by in a blur, she answers questions, goes through the main points that they knew would trigger the unsub, makes eye contact with the camera and gives a flirty smile. She plays her role well and when they’re done Aaron is ushering her out of the room, his hand grazing her back.

“You did well.” He tells her quietly when they stop so she can put her jacket back on, feeling too exposed. When she looks up at him, he’s looking at her with something dark, something different and she offers him a smile.

“Not the first time I’ve done that, won’t be the last.” She shrugs and they walk again, heading to the conference room they’ve spent the majority of the week in.

“You were great!” Derek grins and she rolls her eyes. “If he saw it he’ll call in anytime now.”

Like clockwork, the phone goes off and Aaron nods for her to answer it.

“Supervisory special agent Emily Prentiss speaking.”

During the duration of the phone call she can feel Aaron behind her, eyes zeroed in on her. When the call ends she turns to him and she’s sure she can see the flicker of want in his eyes. But it is probably her own imagination. It had to be.

*

After California she starts to struggle even more. She couldn’t get that look on his face out of her mind, dreamt about it at night, hoped to see it during the day.

She still goes out, still takes great pleasure in finding a partner for the night to take them over the edge over and over again until all that they can do is plead her name. Emily loved control, that hadn’t changed. And then she comes to work and one of the first things that happen one morning is Spencer, arguing with Aaron about something she doesn’t really catch. She walks into the conference room with JJ just as Aaron raises his voice just slightly.

“Reid, that is enough!”

“But I-”

“Reid.”

It’s one word and Emily feels the dull ache of arousal instantly. The tone of voice firm and she almost stumbles back. She’s not sure what happens after that, excuses herself quickly and heads to the bathroom where she stays leaning over a sink and watches her own reflection.

He’s your boss. He’s off limits. You’re not supposed to feel like this. The team would never forgive you.

She tries to think of every reason why she needs to stay away from him. Rinses cold water on a paper towel to press against her heated skin. When she emerges back into the bullpen Aaron is watching her curiously, a small smirk playing on his lips.

*

“Emily?”

His voice is quiet as he stands behind her. He doesn’t touch her but she can feel the heat of his body behind her.

They’re out, a team dinner ending up in a busy bar. She was standing outside, had needed some air, had needed to get away from the group, needed to clear her head. Aaron had just told off a man at the bar as he tried to flirt with JJ and his posture alone intimidating enough for the man to scurry off, and she knew that she needed a moment alone. She hadn’t realized that he had followed her, still didn’t turn around at the sound of her name.

“Yes?” She stares straight ahead and his heavy hand falls to her shoulder, making her inhale sharply as he turns her to face him. He’s looking at her with those damn eyes, dark and alluring and she swallows. “What?” She finally asks after he’s remained quiet.

“What did I do this time?” The amused tone caused her eyebrows to knit together.

“What do you mean?” She thinks she should back away, should move enough for his hand to fall to his side. But she doesn’t.

“You don’t think that I’ve noticed?” His head falls slightly to the side as he smiles at her, a confident leer that makes her cheeks flush. He takes a small step closer to her.

“Noticed what?” She stays put, tries to exude the same confidence that he does but her body betrays her, so does her mind and she feels herself cowering slightly.

“You’re not dumb, don’t pretend to be.” His voice is firm as his hand moves from her shoulder to gently grasp her chin. When he angles her face up to look at him she lets out a shaky breath. “What did I do to make you run away and hide this time?”

She stares up at him, the tension thick between them as she tries to think of all the reasons why she should walk away. She racks her brain but it’s empty, empty on anything besides how much she wants him. How much she needs him.

“You scared off that drunk with two words and a look. I liked that.” She finally admits, almost two years of yearning coming down to this.

He hums, tone dripping of satisfaction as he moves even closer, turns her until her back is pressed against the cold concrete wall and he presses his body against hers.

“You like when I’m assertive, don’t you?”

“Yes.” She breathes quietly and something flashes across his face, something she wants to see again.

“And what are we going to do about that?”

She should have realized that he knew, that he’s probably known exactly what she’s been thinking and feeling from the start. The amusement on his face almost taunting, his smirk teasing.

“I don’t know.” She whispers and she feels her breath mixing with his as he leans down, lips so close to hers. “I’ve never felt like this before.”

“And what do you feel, Emily?” His hands move to her waist and hers lands to his upper arms, lost in him.

“Like you’d take me apart and make me lose the control I’ve always craved. And that I’d enjoy it.”

“Hmm…” His grin turns dark, his body presses harder against hers. “That’s right. You’ve done a good job hiding it. And I’ve done a damn good job to pretend that I don’t want the exact same thing.” His thigh pushes between hers and she gasps. “But I think I’m done pretending. Are you?”

“Yes.”

*

She ends up in his car as he drives them to his apartment. It’s quiet, so quiet as the tension between them gets thicker, her heart beating wildly in her chest.

“I’ve wondered what you taste like since you first showed up in my office.” He says out of nowhere, eyes on the road and his face close to indifferent. But she catches the way he’s holding the steering wheel a little tighter, the slight clenching of his jaw.

“Who says you will get to know that now?” She challenges and he turns to look at her as they stop at a red light. His hand is heavy, fingers gripping when he grasps her thigh.

“Because we both know that the moment I have you in my bed that you’re giving yourself completely to me.” He gives her a knowing stare then let’s go of her thigh only to grab the back of her neck. He doesn’t squeeze, just holds it there and she licks her suddenly dry lips. “Because we both know how good you want to be for me, Emily.”

She’s pretty sure her underwear is already ruined and he hadn’t even kissed her yet.

He doesn’t let go of her until she nods mutely, smiles when she draws a shaky breath as he starts to drive again.

The rest of the drive goes by in a haze and when Emily walks in ahead of him into his apartment she can barely focus on anything else but him behind her. The lock clicks into place and then he’s pressed against her, slowly pushing her hair to the side.

“I’m going to ruin you.” He whispers and she shivers. “Tell me, when you’ve had your little fantasies at work, what do you think about?” His lips are heated as he kisses gently along her neck, down her shoulder.

“I-I fuck,” She couldn’t think straight, her fingers flexing with the need to touch him, but his hand stayed firm on her hips, keeping her planted. “I thought about you in every way I shouldn’t.” She finally says and he snickers against her skin.

“That’s not really an answer.” He turns her suddenly, the only reason why she doesn’t fall is his hands holding on to her the moment they’re face to face. “But I’ll let it go, for now.”

“Hotch-”

“No, I’m Aaron, in here I’m Aaron.” He interrupts her and she smiles.

“Aaron,” She corrects herself and lets one hand move to gently cradle his neck. “kiss me.”

It’s softer than she imagined it to be, his lips careful as he tastes her for the first time. His touch turns gentle for a moment, warm fingers stroking under her top as his tongue licks over her bottom lip, until she opens her mouth to him. She’s barely aware that he’s moving her through the apartment until her back ends up pressed against a wall and they break apart, breath slightly labored as they look at each other.

He raises an eyebrow, a wordless question that she nods into and it’s like flipping a switch. He kisses her again, this time harder, hands gripping at her as he moves her towards his bedroom. Her clothes land in piles across the floor, her own hands tearing at his. Then he pushes her down onto the bed, grinning when something resembling a yelp leaves her.

“You’re so pretty.” His voice is darker than she’s ever heard it, his eyes close to wild as he looks at her like she’s pray and he’s starving. The bed dips as he climbs after her, rips her underwear off her hips leaving her completely naked.

“You ruined them.” She mutters between kisses and he pushes her back enough to undo the last few buttons on his shirt.

“Sweetheart, they were already ruined.” He throws his shirt away and hovers above her. “Do you really think I can’t smell how ready you are for me already?”

The flush on her skin only increases and she looks away in embarrassment but he’s quick to guide her face towards his again.

“Don’t look away, don’t you think I love knowing how much you like it, how much you want me.” His forehead falls against hers for a moment. “You’re going to come until you can’t remember your own name.” She knows it’s a promise.

He swallows down her whimper with another kiss, then moves down her body. She knows her skin will be littered by bruises and hickeys, his mouth hot and wet on her skin until he’s between her legs and licking through her. She falls back against the bed with a strangled moan and he quickly wraps his legs around her thighs, keeping her still.

The groan that rumbles in his chest vibrates against her as he dips his tongue inside of her, pushes it as deep as possible and she gasps. Her hand grips his hair and he pulls back from her with a raised eyebrow.

“None of that.” He takes her wrist in his hand and pins it to the bed. “Unless you need to be tied up.” His eyes glint and she releases a breathless chuckle.

“Maybe next time.” At the mentioning of this happening again he grins widely and nods.

“Good girl.” He lays back down and sucks her clit before she truly has chance to process the way her body responds to his words. It’s the first time she’s been called a good girl, and she feels her body throb with the need to hear it again.

Aaron makes her fall apart in no time at all, has her screaming her pleasure into her own hand to keep the neighbors from hearing and he doesn’t stop. His eyes flicker up to watch as her body trembles, keeps his arms tightly around her thighs as he licks over her clit with the flat of his tongue.

“Oh my God…” She gasps as he continues to eat her out like a man starving. Her hands grip his headboard to keep from gripping at him. He makes a sound against her, whispers filth against her clit until she’s straining and moaning.

She comes for the second time with his name on her lips, breathless and low as her hips buckles against his face. His tongue is sure as he laps through her, lips wrapped around her clit until she’s oversensitive and tries to get away from the stimulation.

“Do not fucking move.” He warns, and she cries out as she stops squirming. “I’m not done.” He licks through her one final time before moving up her body. When he’s hovering above her she sees his face wet from her and that same wild look in his eye. He pins her hands above her head and then pushes two fingers inside of her quickly, thrusting them inside as his palm press against her clit.

“Fuck, Aaron-”

“I said, I’m not done. So that means that you’re not done.” He cuts her off, the firm tone making her shiver. “You love it, you’re clenching my fingers just from the sound of my voice.” He leers and she clenches around his fingers making him snicker as she proves his point.

She doesn’t get to respond, even if she could have thought of some snide remark, his lips were on hers, forcing the taste of herself onto her tongue as he continued to curl his fingers and grind the palm of his hand against her clit. Emily had never been the type to be able have multiple orgasms, but it somehow doesn’t surprise her that he drags a third orgasm out of her in only minutes. She bites down on his shoulder as her body trembles under his, his low words of encouragements the only thing she could hear through the ringing in her ears.

He watches her the entire time, want reflected in his eyes as he waits a moment for her to relax before moving his fingers again. Her arms jerk but his grip only tightens.

“Again.” He grunts and she whines through harsh breaths, the pleasure making her mind hazy. His fingers press against her spot, massages it with precise movements as he kisses along her jaw and neck, swallows down her moans until she’s grinding into his hand again.

“That’s it.” He whispers as her pussy clamps down on his fingers. She comes with a desperate moan, hands fisting above her head as her back arches and her eyes shut tightly. He continues until her muscles start to relax and she slumps, body sweaty and chest heaving when she comes down and Aaron carefully withdraws his fingers. He kneels between her spread legs, eyes on hers as he licks her of his fingers with a low groan.

“You look even prettier than I imagined when you come.” He mutters as he works on getting his pants and boxers off. He catches the way her eyes zeroes in on his cock. His fist wraps around it, pumps it slowly and Emily licks her bottom lip. “You want it?”

“Please.” She gasps, the word out without her even realizing. His eyes flash as she unknowingly begs for him and he fists his shaft harder.

“Maybe next time.” He growls, mimicking her earlier words as he crawls over her body again. Her legs wrap around his hips and he doesn’t waste any more time before pushing inside of her with a smooth thrust.

“You’re huge.” She knows her nails are breaking the skin of his arms as she grips him. He keeps still, gives her a moment to adjust as he grunts his own pleasure into her neck.

“I know, you’re taking me so well.” He pulls back slowly and she moans lowly. “My good girl.” He nips at her neck, licks over her fluttering pulse and she whimpers.

“Please, please fuck me.” She mumbles and he responds to the breathless plea immediately. He starts to fuck her the way she’s been dreaming of, pushes against her hard enough for her body to jolt, fucks her like no one has ever done before and Emily can’t believe how much she loves it.

It’s hard and rough and she knows that his fingers are leaving bruises on the outside of her thigh as he grabs her leg, can hear his pleasure being muttered against her skin as his forehead leans on her shoulder.

“Come for me again.” He grunts when she starts to tighten around him, his tone smug as he looks down at her blissed out face.

She comes so hard she’s afraid she’ll pass out, her body tensing and the corners of her eyes blackening out. But Aaron is right there, guiding her through it, slowing his movements and whispering her name until her eyelids flutter open to look at him with hazy eyes.

“There’s my girl.” He smiles softly. “Do you need a break?”

“No, fuck no.” She presses a kiss to his lips. “I’m good, I’m so so good.” She chuckles and he grins then turns her body around and pulls her onto her hands and knees.

When he pushes inside of her it’s almost with enough force to push her forward, but he’s quick to grip her hair in his fist, pulling her back and making her back arch.

“Beg for me again.” He growls and she mewls.

“Please fuck me, please don’t stop.”

And he doesn’t, he makes her fall apart two more times, every muscle in her body aching as she falls flat on the bed and he’s quick to follow her. He bites down on the back of her shoulder, his hips stuttering as he gets close to his own release.

“Where?” He grunts and Emily whines loudly.

“Inside.” She hears his growl, feels his hips snapping against hers and then he’s coming.

“Fuck, Emily.” It’s barely a grunt, the sound of her name breathless as he gives in to his own pleasure, hips jerking against hers. He gives himself a few seconds to catch his breath and then rolls off her, body covered in sweat as he waits for the feeling to return in his extremities. He looks at her, sees the flush on her cheeks and how she’s still quivering slightly. “Are you okay?”

“I might not be able to use my legs for a few hours.” She quips and he laughs and then pulls her into him. He presses a kiss to her forehead and then her lips.

“So,” He starts and brushes some hair behind her ear. “was it what you imagined?”

“To be honest, you were kind of soft.” She laughs when he pinches her side warningly.

“Brat.” He mutters and she hums happily. “Just you wait, sweet girl. There’s a paddle with your name on it in the closet if you aren’t careful.”

She laughs again but the goosebumps on her arms are hard to ignore and she knows he sees them and only gives her a knowing look, but doesn’t say anything. The room goes quiet for a moment and the next time she speaks it’s a little more careful, her eyes flitting over his face as she bites on her bottom lip.

“Are we doing this? Really?”

“Emily I’ve wanted this for so long. I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t sure about this, us.” He smiles softly and she feels something warm in her chest.

“I wouldn’t either.”

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I have this promt here if you are interested. (Please be interested🤭🥺) so it’s about jealous Hotch cause I’m sucker for jealous Hotch. Okay, so new young agent or police officer who has crush on Emily ends up on plane with them. He is bold and tries to flirt with Em and sit next to her. Hotch is pissed and immediately tells him that he should respect federal agent AND HIS WIFE. Then later Emily shows Hotch that she’s only his. It’ll be bonus if some biting and marking will be there👀 thank you 🥰

A/N: You guys voted and jealous Hotch won out, I hope this doesn't disappoint! Anon, thank you for sending this idea and I hope you like it! Title: You give me peace Summary: A young agent flirts with Emily and Aaron does not like it. Word count: 3,5k Rating: Explicit Warnings: Smut, jealousy, oral, biting/marking, dirty talk, multiple orgasms

Looking back at it, Aaron isn’t sure how detective Mark Davenport ended up on the plane with them. One moment they were talking victimology and the next they were on the jet heading to New York with this man on the case with them.

He knew why he was irritated, why he was sweating under his suit and his fingers twitched as he gripped the armrest of the chair. It was because that same detective had not so subtly been flirting with Emily, his wife the entire morning and while he knew Emily would never cheat or even encourage it, it didn’t seem to deter the other man.

They had just taken off from the strip, Emily sitting on the other side of the plane with Mark in front of her as he leaned forward over the table talking to her. Aaron couldn’t hear what they were talking about, but the way the younger man focused on his wife made his jaw clench.   

Derek sat beside him, his eyes moving from his unit chief to the detective with amusement. It was clear that Aaron was bothered, jealousy seeping off him in a way that he’d usually never would let slip in front of them. He’s sure that it’s because it’s their first case back since their honeymoon, their matching rings gleaming under the lights of the jet, that Aaron was still very much enjoying the newlywed life and did not expect a young and attractive man to pay such close attention to Emily.   

“Hey Hotch, relax.” He said and Aaron looked at him with furrowed brows. “You’re going to rip the leather.”   

It’s the first time he notices just how hard he’s gripping the armrest, knuckles white and fabric dented and he releases it.  

“Sorry.” He mutters and his eyes meet Emily’s dark stare from across the plane, her amusement almost as clear as Derek’s and he took a deep breath to calm himself.

She knew that Aaron was jealous, could feel his irritation growing by the hour, a part of her hated it, hated that her husband would ever feel anything but love from her. But another part enjoyed it, found it incredibly sexy that Aaron looked like he wanted to kill Mark Davenport as he flirted with her. She knew it was dumb, that she should be irritated by the blatant show of machoism, but she wasn’t. She noticed the tension on his face, held back a poorly hidden grin by biting on the inside of her cheek before turning her attention back to Davenport.

“Do you come to New York often?” He asks as he leans even further forward on the small table.  

“No, only for cases really.” She answers as she twists her wedding ring, hoping to catch his attention. In her peripheral she saw Aaron’s glare and it surprised her that this man seemed to have gotten under her husband’s skin. It wasn’t unusual that she was hit on, but Aaron had never seemed bothered before.   

“Maybe we should change that.” He grins at her, a smile that she’s sure he thinks is charming but to her only seems overbearing.  

“How about we focus on the case?” Aaron’s voice sounds loud in the jet and she’s acutely aware of the way he’s staring at her, knows that he had counted down the minutes for the team to be allowed to move around the cabin.

She unbuckles the seatbelt and moves to sit on the couch so they’re all closer and the detective follows close behind, sitting down closer to her than he should. For a second she’s afraid that Aaron would knock him out, the look on his face dark and bordering on aggressive.  

“Is there a problem?” Mark seemed to have noticed it too, his eyes questioning as he looked across the aisle to Aaron.  

“I don’t know, is there?” Aaron stares him down, his shoulders squared back knowing that it made him look even more imposing than he already was. “Maybe you should respect the personal space of a federal agent. And my wife.”    

If Emily wasn’t still worried about the fact that Aaron looked ready to attack the young man beside her, she would have busted out laughing at the way Mark’s face paled and jaw dropped. His eyes were wide as he looked between her and Aaron. The rest of the team seemed to be in the same predicament, JJ the worst at hiding her smirk across from Aaron at the four-seat table.  

“Y-your wife? I-I didn’t realize…” He looks accusingly at Emily who just raises her eyebrow at him. 

“Don’t look at her look at me.” Aaron’s voice is close to a growl and Emily knew that if they hadn’t been on the plane that he’d probably would have gotten in Mark’s face. “Move away from her. Now.”  

He shuffled away from her in seconds, the confidence he exuded completely vanished as Aaron kept his dark eyes on him. Emily met Dave’s eyes with amusement, a smirk playing on her lips as the older man winked at her. Then she looked back at Aaron, his stare intense and she felt the familiar heat of arousal in her belly, felt the flush creep up her cheeks. 

The usually very short flight had never seemed longer. 

* 

Emily finds him alone in the conference room of the station in New York they were working in later that afternoon. Normally she wouldn’t ever cross the line from subordinate to wife while they were still working, but she couldn’t seem to help herself as she closed the blinds to keep prying eyes out. 

“Honey?” She asked and wrapped her arms around him from behind. “Are you alright?” She spoke against his ear and she felt the tension in his body dissipate some. 

“I lost my temper, I’m sorry.” He mumbled as he enjoyed the feeling of her warm body against his. “I was just…”  

“Jealous?” She finished for him with a grin. When he released a sigh she let her lips graze his earlobe “Don’t you know I’m yours honey?” She bit gently on the lobe and his hand grabbed her wrist in warning then turned around to face her. 

“I didn’t appreciate the way he flirted with you.” His hands moved to grab her around her waist and pulled her into him before grabbing her chin to hold her still. “He looked at you like only I’m allowed to look at you.”  

Again, the feeling of want made her thighs clench together. She could tell that he noticed, his hands gripping a little tighter, his eyes turning a little darker. When he leaned down to kiss her it was claiming and hard, everything he’d never be when they were still working and she let out a low noise of surprise against his lips.  

“I’m yours.” She breathed, she knew that she’d never be anyone else’s. 

* 

There’s tension as they walk down the corridor towards the room they share later that night. Emily felt him behind her as she rummaged through her purse to find the keycard, his body imposing as he pressed close to her. She knew that the moment the door closed behind them, that he would be on her, something almost desperate in the way his touch had lingered on her throughout the day finally boiling down to this.  

But she catches him off guard, knows that she has from the way his body slams into the door as she pushes him against it the moment they’re inside. Her tongue pries his lips apart, tastes the familiar taste of him with a happy sigh as her hands starts to tear at her clothes. 

“Sweetheart…” He tried to slow her down, but she only shook her head, her want for him overpowering everything else. 

“I need you.” She mumbled against his lips, then kissed along his jaw, nipping at the column of his throat as she ripped his tie off him. “I’ve wanted you since the plane. Wanted you all day.”  

Aaron’s head fell back against the door with a dull thud as he let her continue to kiss down his body, her fingers quickly undoing the buttons of his shirt and pushing it, together with his jacket off his shoulder. He looked down as she kneeled in front of him, her cheeks flushed pink and eyes almost black in the dim light of their room. 

“You like when I’m jealous.” He stated quietly as he pushed some of her dark hair away from her face. His thumb swiped over her bottom lip, a low groan sounding in his throat as she nodded. 

“Yes.” She whispered and then she licked over the bulge in his pants, her tongue wetting the fabric of his pants as she trailed her tongue along his shaft.  

“Fuck, Em.” He grunted as he kept his eyes on her, watched as she got his belt buckle undone and then unzipped his pants before pulling them down along with his boxers. When her tongue moved over his heated skin his fingers tangled in the soft strands of her hair. 

She knew she was teasing him, the tip of her tongue lapping at his tip before slowly moving down the length of him. Her eyes flickered up to his face, a low moan sounding from her when she was met by his strained face, eyes glinting and jaw slightly slack. 

“You never need to worry about another man.” She told him quietly, her words landing in soft puffs against his cock before she sucked his cockhead. Her tongue swirled around him and then she pulled back much to his dismay. “I’ll never be anybody else’s.” Once again she took him in her mouth, her clit pulsing at the low groan that erupted from him. “I’ve never belonged to anybody but you.”  

Aaron couldn’t stop himself from pushing her down this time, his own want for her becoming too much. He kept his fingers tangled in her hair, pushed slowly against her face as he kept his eyes on her. His shaft moved along her wet tongue, pushing deeper and deeper and then pulled back just as slowly, fucking her face with sure strokes. 

“Baby, fuck I love your mouth.” He breathed as Emily swallows around him, her eyes turning glassy as she gagged on him. When she hummed around him, his knees buckled at the vibrations from her throat, forcing himself all the way down her throat. She choked on him but it didn’t stop her, she kept bopping her head, licked along his shaft, moaned when his fingers massaged her scalp. 

“You’re going to make me come.” He growled and tried to pull back from her but she wouldn’t let him. Instead her hand wrapped around his base as she sucked harder on his tip, making his breathing hitch as the pleasure built quickly. He saw the glint in her eye, saw how she nodded, wordlessly letting him know what she wanted.  

Emily kept her eyes on him as he leaned against the door, his breathing coming out in harsher breaths as he gave in to what his body craved.  She felt his hand tighten and loosen in her hair, saw the way his jaw clenched and eyes closed as his head fell back. The growl in his throat was her only warning before he came, his release hot and salty on her tongue. She swallowed down everything he gave her with a moan, her hand pumping his shaft until he was twitching and pushing her away. 

She sat back on her heels, licked some of his cum of her lip and waited for him to look at her again. Her hand gently stroked over his hip and down the outside of his thigh to help bring him back down from his high. When he released a long sigh and his muscles relaxed she stood back up and pressed a lingering kiss against his lips. 

Aaron let out a noise of satisfaction, his fingers gripping her hips tightly before moving up under her shirt. 

“Now it’s your turn.” He all but growled before pushing her back towards the bed, his hands quickly getting her shirt off her body, followed by her pants. By the time she was laying back on the bed she was naked and panting and he hovered above her.  

“Aaron, touch me.” She gasped against his lips, her teeth tugging on his bottom lip for a moment. He smirked at her when they pulled apart, almost a look of arrogance on his face as he trailed one hand down her body, his touch searing as he spread her thighs wide apart. 

“Going to take you apart, sweetheart,” He mumbled as he kissed down her throat, his teeth sinking into the soft flesh and leaving a mark that made her hiss. “going to make you forget every man you’ve ever met.” His tongue licked over the bitemark, soothing the skin and then he kissed further down her body, stopping at her chest to lap at a nipple. 

“Fuck…” Her eyes closed as she let him take control of her pleasure. 

“Going to make you scream my fucking name.” He whispered before sucking the other nipple between his teeth and bit down hard enough to make her arch in painful pleasure. 

“Aaron!” She tugged on his short hair and he grinned down at her, a look close to feral on his face. He sucked a hickey into her soft flesh and then pushed two fingers inside of her without warning, making her moan breathlessly. His fingers curled inside of her as he continued to press heated kisses down her body, not stopping until he was in between her thighs and his tongue licked a broad stripe over her clit. 

The sound that ripped from her throat was loud and deep and it made him only press his tongue harder against the bundle of nerves. The hand not between her thighs moved up to her chest, easily finding a nipple and tweaking it. Emily gasped, his touch seemingly everywhere at once. Her fingers gripped his hair, tugging hard and he grunted against her, the vibrations of his voice making pleasure shoot up her spine as he sucked on her clit. She grinded into his touch and Aaron quickly let go of her breast to pin her down, his forearms strong as he pressed her down against the bed.

“Baby,” She whimpered and his fingers curled hard inside of her in response “make me come, please.”

Aaron hummed, eyes flicking up to watch the desperation on her face. He circled her clit with his tongue then pulled back and she whined.

“You look so pretty like this.” He whispered as he continued to watch her. “You look so pretty begging for me.”

“Please…” She gasped and it made him chuckle.

“Just like that, sweetheart.” He leaned further down, his lips grazing her clit as he spoke. “Come for me, show me how good I make you feel.” When he sucked her clit back between his lips she let out a cry that was sure heard through the walls of their hotel room but it only urged him on. He didn’t stop until she was coming with his name falling from her lips, thighs trembling around his head as she kept him in place.

Emily moaned as he continued to push his fingers in and out, his tongue turning gentle as she came back down slowly. When her legs relaxed he started to slowly kiss up her body again. He laid between her spread legs, his cock hard again as he kissed the air from her lungs.

“I love you.” She whispered against his face, her hand gentle against his cheek as she stroked it.

“I love you too.” He told her just as quietly before kissing her again. He felt her hand on his cock, guiding her towards her and then he thrust inside of her, breaking their kiss with a grunt. “You feel so good.”

“You do too.” Her hips pushed up against his almost instinctively, wanting him as deep as possible. She wrapped her legs around his waist and Aaron grunted against her shoulder as he started to thrust, his hips strong against hers.

He knew that she was breaking the skin of his back and arms from the way she was clinging to him, knew that just like he wanted to mark her up as his, she wanted to do the same thing to him. He hissed against her skin, his body reacting to the sting by fucking her harder.

“Just like that.” She gasped, the flush on her cheeks creeping down towards her chest as he continued to move above her. “Fuck, baby just like that.”

They move together, the room sounding of moans and grunts and skin slapping together until Emily was muffling her moans of pleasure into his shoulder, her teeth digging into his skin to keep from crying out too loud.

“That’s it, come for me.” He grunted, sweat covering his body as her tight walls trembled around his shaft. Her body was straining against his, muscles tensing as she came again and he smirked down at her, this time not stopping even when she was squirming.

“Fuck Aaron-”

“Again.” He interrupted her, his pace somehow quickening and hand moving between them to rub at her clit.

She moaned, whatever word on her tongue disappearing as he used his knowledge of her body against her. She watched through heavy eyelids as he got up on his knees between her legs, watched his strong body as he thrust into her over and over again. It wasn’t long until she felt the heat in her stomach build again, could only grip the sheets in a vain attempt to keep herself grounded as he groaned above her, dark eyes wild as he watched her.

“Come on baby, let go.” He encouraged, voice thick and dark. He pinched her sensitive clit and it sent her over the edge for a third time. This time she couldn’t hold back her loud moans and Aaron grinned as she cried out. “Good girl.” He grunted and then pulled out only to flip her body around.

She was still trembling from her orgasm when she pushed herself up on her knees and elbows, a low whimper on her tongue when he pushed back inside of her again. His hands were bruising on her hips, pulling her body back against his to meet each one of his thrusts.

“Jesus, fuck, Aaron!” She moaned and she could hear his groan of satisfaction behind her.

“Touch yourself,” He leaned over her, his ear by her neck “come one more time for me.”

When she immediately complied he grinned into the back of her neck, kissed her shoulder quickly before moving back up on his knees. He could feel his own orgasm building, the pleasure of her beginning to become too much. Her pussy was clinging to him, her body moving back against his even when her upper body fell against the bed.

“Don’t stop, fuck baby don’t stop.” She mumbled through harsh breaths as her fingers rubbed quickly over her clit. Her body was exhausted but like always he managed to bring her to the edge again. His fingers tightened on her hips, his hips stuttering and she knew that he was getting close as well.

“Come with me, Em.” He growled and she tightened around him, her hips buckling. When her body tensed and she muffled her moan into the bed he let go as well, coming inside of her as she trembled around him. “Fuck baby, fuck you feel so good.” He mumbled through his release, the pleasure making his eyesight whiten out and hips stuttering.

Emily was still shaking when he pulled out and collapsed beside her, her breathing labored and mind hazy from pleasure. She moved so she could lay halfway on top of him, her head on his shoulder as she stroked over his chest, feeling his heartbeat in his chest.

“That,” She started and waited until he was looking at her “was fucking incredible.” She smiled into a kiss that he happily returned through a chuckle.

“You’re incredible.” He told her, his fingers on her jaw. “But if another man ever flirts with you like that and you don’t put a stop to it, I might not be this nice.”

Emily smirked, an eyebrow raising as she did.

“I really don’t see the problem with that, Mr. Hotchner.”

Aaron was quick to roll on top of her a growl in his voice when he spoke next.

“Maybe you shouldn’t try me, Mrs. Hotchner.”

“How about you always get a room on another floor from now on?” JJ’s voice suddenly sounds through the wall, making them both freeze.

“Or maybe even another hotel?” Dave calls from the room on the other side.

When Emily sees the look of embarrassment on Aaron’s face she laughs, her body shaking against his.

“Well,” She starts through breathless laughs “At least they know how good you fuck me.”

“Emily!” Three voices sound in unison.

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I wish I could erase every hotchniss fan fiction from my brain just to read them all over again.

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I just know the fandom is going crazy over the new TG pic. BECAUSE I AM FOAMING AT THE MOUTH. The buttons straining. The drink in hand. The nice outfit with sneakers. I love this man

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This was so sweet and perfect

Together with you is my favorite place to be (One-shot)

A/N: GUYS!! Today is no ordinary day, it’s the lovely @sequinsmile-x birthday and in my part of the world it’s officially past midnight!! We all know that her writing talent is unmatched but when I asked her what she wanted for her birthday and she replied with fluffy smut, so this is for you bestie! Happy birthday, I wish you the most amazing day and the best celebration!    

Summary: Homemade cookies?! It was years later, but her reaction was still the same Word Count: 3k Rating: Explicit Warnings: Smut, oral, fluff, so much fluff   

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