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cloudlessly-light · 7 months

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heyy could i request something jotchniss

sub jj , sub emily and dom hotch ?? thank you love ur writing :))

A/N: Hey Anon! I know you asked for sub JJ, but I can’t for the life of me picture JJ as a sub, so I hope switch/sub JJ is okay! This one also is a little more Jemily than I usually write, but I wanted to switch things up.

Title: Don’t lose your focus Summary: After JJ and Will split up, JJ feels lost for a long time, luckily for her, she finds exactly what she needs with Aaron and Emily. Word Count: 4,4k Rating: Explicit Warnings: Smut, oral, threesome, restraints, sex toys, anal, double penetration, Dom Aaron, Switch JJ, sub JJ, sub Emily

When Will and JJ decided to split up, she was lost for a long time. Her life became Henry and the BAU, splitting time between trying to be the best mother she could be while also balancing her work that she had no intention of leaving. They decided to split their time with Henry, shifting days and weeks to make it work for both Will and JJ but it was hard, it was harder than she’d wanted to admit.

For a long time after, JJ felt like half a person, like something was missing. She felt guilty because she wasn’t spending enough time with her son, felt a longing for something besides being a single mother. She loved Henry with everything she had, and the guilt for feeling like it wasn’t enough was an everlasting presence.

But JJ and Will make it work. A year passes, then another one and Henry is turning 4 and JJ has almost been able to ignore the itch that something was missing.

And then that night happens.

She’s spending an evening at Aaron and Emily’s house. They had been together for almost two years now, happy in a way that makes something ache in JJ’s chest. The jealousy was bitter on her tongue, the feeling of possibly never having the kind of happiness that her friends had a realization she’d rather not have. She pretends that she doesn’t feel something warm in her belly when Emily looks at her a certain way, or that Aaron’s heavy, warm hand on her shoulder doesn’t give her goosebumps. She didn’t want to admit that she felt something more than friendship towards them, she had ignored those feelings for so long that it felt like second nature by now.

But then Emily kisses her. It’s soft and so sudden that JJ steps back with wide eyes searching brown ones.

“What are you doing?” She asked just as Aaron came to wrap an arm around Emily’s waist.

“I think she kissed you.” He answers before Emily has the chance to, an unfamiliar look in his eye that made her gulp. “Did you like it?”

She looked between them, from the amused smirk on Aaron’s face to Emily’s dark stare, her bottom lip tucked between her teeth and JJ couldn’t lie to them.

“Yes.” She breathed and she swore she saw them both relax slightly. Aaron took her hand, tugged her closer and Emily’s soft hands landed on her hips. For a moment she was lost in them, confused and excited as Aaron leaned a little closer to her.

“Should she do it again?” He asked and JJ is nodding before she can think about it. Emily’s lips are more insistent that time, soft and careful but an urgency behind her kiss. When they break apart and JJ looks between the pair she feels like the part of her that she’s been missing, finally fell into place.

That night she ends up spending hours in their bed, watches the way Emily submits to Aaron, how Aaron worships her, studies the different ways they bring pleasure to each other. And to her. It’s a new world, until them she had never been one to explore. But they come along and it’s like a buffet of pleasure that they lay at her feet.

In hindsight it shouldn’t have surprised her that Aaron had a thing about control even in bed, it shouldn’t have made her pause that Emily gave herself utterly and completely to him. That their trust led to exploration of pain and pleasure.

Aaron teaches her how and where to hit the whip across pale skin, Emily watches with hazy eyes as JJ gives herself to Aaron. She never knew she had a thing about control as well, not until she got to experience it herself.

With Aaron, she was never in control. With Emily, she always was.

“I’m giving you my permission to use her.” Aaron had whispered against the shell of her ear. “Poor thing needs two people to tell her what to do.” His hand wraps in her blonde hair and pulls harshly, causing a breathy moan to fall from her lips. “But at the end of the day you know who owns you, don’t you?”

“You do.” She gasped and she felt his grin, feral and dark against her neck.

It’s new, it’s exciting, it’s exactly what she needs.

She lets herself fall in love with them, explores what it means to be in a relationship with not one person, but two. And she’s never been happier.

It’s another year and they all live together, not caring what people might think because they were happy, they were working.

JJ is sifting through files in her office when the door closes and she looks up to find her girlfriend leaning against the dark wood, a familiar look on her face.

“Do you need something?” She arches an amused eyebrow when Emily shakes her head and pushes off from the door.

“I’m bored.” She says as she sits on the edge of JJ’s desk.

“We’re at work. Why can’t you enjoy a slow day?” JJ muses as she stands from her chair and fits herself between her spread legs. “Does Aaron know you’re in here?”

“Nope.” Emily grins as JJ grabs her hips and squeezed. She pulled her closer by wrapping her legs around her slim waist. “He’s in a mood.”

“Is he now?” JJ smirked when Emily nodded, her dark eyes already focused on her lips. “And it has nothing to do with the fact that you’ve been acting like a brat since this morning?” One hand moves from her hip to tangle in dark hair and she tugs hard enough for Emily to hiss. JJ places soft kisses up the column of her throat. “He’s already texted me everything you’ve been doing, and what we’re going to do with you when we get home.”

Emily whimpers at her words, fear and excitement in equal measure spreading through her.

“And he also told me that if you came in here trying to distract me, to tell him.” JJ keeps one hand tangled in her hair while picking up her phone with the other, quickly sending a message to Aaron. “And we both know that I’m his good girl.” JJ nips at her throat before stepping away from the brunette, leaving her dazed and aroused.

“JJ-” Emily tries reaching for her but she barely has time to stand from the desk before Aaron is walking through the door with an angered expression on his face.

“What did I tell you about leaving your desk?” He walks towards Emily and easily pushes her to her knees on the floor. Then he reaches for JJ and kisses her. “I knew I could count on you, sweet girl.” He whispers against her lips and she feels her cheeks heating and lips tug upwards at the praise. When Aaron looks down at Emily any trace of softness is gone and he scowls. “Pathetic, aren’t you?”

Emily looks up at them with wide eyes, a flush creeping from her cheeks and down her chest. She licked over her bottom lip as she nodded, wordlessly agreeing to his harsh words. But JJ knew how much she loved it, how much she craved it.

“Please Aaron-”

“Quiet.” He ordered and stepped back from her, urging JJ to follow him. He looked at Emily kneeling on the dirty floor of JJ’s office, still sometimes not believing his luck, that both Emily and JJ both gave him this, that they trusted him enough to do so. “JJ will think of a suitable punishment once we get home.”

She can’t ignore the tingle down her spine when she hears the way Emily tries to muffle a moan.

JJ and Emily get home earlier than Aaron that day and JJ plans to take full advantage of that fact. She hasn’t stopped touching Emily since they got in the car, let her hand linger on her thigh or tangled in her hair, drew her nails up and down her arm. Emily was always so receptive, breathy sighs and low moans, pale skin flushed as her eyes pleaded for more.

“Get the strap.” JJ orders and she sees the way Emily tries to hide her excitement and she smirks. She gets undressed while waiting for her girlfriend to find the harness and dildo and watches in amusement as Emily tries handing them to her.

“Get naked and put it on.” She almost chuckles at the way Emily’s eyebrows rise high on her forehead. Emily almost never wore the strap, but JJ had plans.

“Why?” She asked and JJ grabbed her jaw with just enough pressure for it to hurt.

“Because I’m telling you to. Because you clearly think that misbehaving is the way to get you what you want.” She tightens her grip and Emily hisses at the pain. “And because I fucking said so.” She all but spat the words in her girlfriends’ face, she didn’t let go until she was nodding in her hold and JJ pressed a kiss to her lips. When they broke apart Emily’s eyes were hooded, her tongue sneaking out to lick her bottom lip and taste JJ.

She watched as Emily undressed, a look of uncertainness on her face and JJ couldn’t help the low hum of amusement. She let her gaze follow the harness up smooth thighs, lingered on the fake cock bouncing between Emily’s legs as she walked slowly towards the bed.

“Lay down.” JJ instructed while pulling out the leather cuffs and then straddled her girlfriend’s waist. She smiled when her center pressed against Emily’s stomach, the brunette clearly feeling the wetness on her skin and she whimpered. She fastened her wrists in each cuff, spreading them wide apart before moving off the bed again to take in the vision of Emily tied down with a look close to desperate on her face.

“Baby-” She started as she watched the blonde at the end of the bed. “I need you.”

JJ scoffed, the sound sarcastic as it fell from her lips.

“This isn’t about you.” She said and Emily slumped slightly. “You’ve been greedy, we have treated you too good.” She moved around the room, grabbed lube and then climbed back on the bed. “So until Aaron comes home, you will lie here and you will let me use that gorgeous body of yours until I’ve had my fill. You will be quiet, you won’t touch, you’ll be good, for once in your life.” JJ gently caressed a flushed cheek, then leaned down to let her lips graze Emily’s. “Is that clear?”

“Yes.” She breathed, her entire body already hot, arousal pulsing between her legs but she resisted pushing her legs together to relieve some of the ache. She moaned quietly when JJ kissed her, opened her lips to an insistent tongue and when she pulled away, Emily almost whimpered at the loss. She watched as JJ smeared the lube on the fake cock, her eyes zeroed in on the way it looked huge as the blonde straddled it.

JJ slowly sunk down on the toy, let her body get used to the delicious stretch. She moaned, her eyes closing as she settled over her girlfriend, a lazy smile on her face as she did.

“Fuck, that feels good.” She whispered and Emily bit her bottom lip in response. She started to roll her hips, then lifted herself up and down and when she moaned louder Emily’s hands balled into fists. JJ knew that this was torture for her, that Emily loved to touch, loved to bring her pleasure. She was watching JJ with pleading eyes, the brown orbs so dark, pupils blown wide and it only made her move her hips faster.

Emily couldn’t keep her eyes off JJ, from the way blue eyes rolled back, to the parted lips, watched how her thighs tensed with each movement, how her abs clenched as she rode her faster. She could feel the need to touch only grow, wanted to wrap her lips around pink nipples and grab onto blonde hair and feel the way she would clench around her fingers.

She was moving faster, hips twitching as the pleasure built inside of her. She rubbed her clit and shuddered as her head fell back.

“You’re such a good toy for me to use.” She panted and Emily buckled up in return, clearly trying to get some relief on her clit. “So good for me.” She rubbed her clit faster as her hips grinded onto the toy.

“Fuck!” Emily moaned before she could stop, the base of the dildo pressed right against her clit with each movement of JJ’s hips.

If she hadn’t been so close she would have stopped, would have stuffed something in Emily’s mouth as a reminder to keep quiet, but she could feel her orgasm building and her need for release was bigger than her need to punish. She leaned over her girlfriend, steadying herself with one hand next to Emily’s head as she continued to ride the dildo, blue eyes locked on brown.

“Fuck you’re so pretty.” She gasped as Emily whimpered. “You look so pretty when you’re this desperate.” The cuffs rattled against the headboard and JJ felt Emily push up against her again and it was the last push she needed to crash into an intense blur of pleasure. Her body trembled as her hips jerked desperately against Emily. She gasped, her forehead landing on Emily’s shoulder as she let her orgasm wash through her until all that was left was the subtle quivers. She let herself relax for a little bit and only sat up when Emily squirmed slightly.

“JJ, please.” Her voice was thick with want and JJ lifted her head with a grin on her face.

“I’m going to sit on your face and you’re going to make me come again.” She chuckled when Emily nodded quickly and then carefully sat up again, then moved off the toy. The silicone was covered in her slick and Emily’s eyes widened at the sight. JJ unclasped the cuffs, a small reward for her and then removed the harness before settling above Emily’s face.

She was quick to wrap her arms around JJ’s strong thighs, let her hands trail up and down smooth skin and sighed happily at finally getting to touch her. When she tasted JJ’s arousal she moaned, the sound muffled as she settled above her. Her tongue moved through slick folds, dipped inside of her and JJ gasped, her hips slowly rocking against her tongue.

She sucked her clit, kept JJ against her with a firm hold around her thighs. She wanted her to come on her tongue and she didn’t let up until JJ was grinding onto her face.

Sometimes it amazed JJ how quickly Emily could make her come, but only a few minutes later she was moaning and gasping. She fell forward as she came, Emily’s tongue insistent on her clit, drawing out the pleasure for as long as possible.

Emily didn’t stop licking and sucking on her clit until JJ had relaxed, only then she dipped her tongue inside of her, still feeling the way her pussy was clenching.

“Good girl.” JJ moaned and sat up again. She could see Emily slick on her thighs and she smirked to herself. “Again.”

Emily whimpered, her brain hazy from arousal, her clit aching and pulsing. JJ still hadn’t touched her and she was going insane. But she loved bringing both her lovers pleasure, so she happily pushed her tongue deeper inside of JJ, a low whimper escaping at the heat of her. She alternated licking over her clit and dipping her tongue inside of her and JJ’s moans slowly got breather and louder.

“Just like that.” JJ whispered, her eyes closing at the pleasure her girlfriend was causing as she built her up again. When she opened them only a few moments later, Aaron was standing in the doorway, watching them with a smirk.

“Somone’s been having fun I see.” He said, eyes moving from the harness on the floor to JJ’s flushed face. He walked across the room and JJ leaned forward, supporting herself on Emily’s hips as Aaron leaned down to kiss her. His hands were warm as he trailed them down her body, fingers rough when he tweaked her nipples, earning a gasp from her.

“Is she making you feel good?” Aaron could see the pleasure on her body, could tell that she was close to coming and JJ nodded.

“She’s so good with her mouth.” JJ’s eyes rolled back when Emily sucked her clit hard.

“I know she is.” Aaron cooed as he started to undress. “How many times has she made you come?”

“Twice.”

“But almost three times now.” He smirked as JJ’s body started to tense. “How many times has Emily come?”

“None.” JJ forced out, barely able to listen to his dark voice as she got closer. “She hasn’t earned it.”

Aaron chuckled as he pulled off his boxers. He was already hard just from watching them, his hand fisting his cock and slowly rubbing it.

“She must be desperate by now.” He kneeled on the bed and JJ forced herself not to come just at the sight of him in front of her. “Show me how we she is.”

She pulled Emily’s thighs wide apart and she felt the moan vibrate against her clit. Emily hated when they talked about her like she wasn’t there and they knew it, they also knew that it only made her wetter.

“My my…” Aaron’s smirk was dark when he saw just how wet she was. He climbed closer to them, settled between Emily’s thighs and let his cock fall onto her clit. “What are we going to do to you?”

“Fuck, fuck-” JJ’s desperate moans caused him to look up and he grabbed her blonde hair in a tight fist.

“Come on, let go and come on her tongue.” He kept his hold on her hair as JJ came with a strangled groan. Her eyes closed tight as her hips buckled and then Aaron kissed her, swallowing up her moan.

“That’s my girl.” He mumbled against her lips, only letting her fall to the side of Emily’s body after she had stopped trembling. He watched fondly as JJ laid down beside Emily, her breathing still heavy and eyes glazed over. Then he looked at Emily, who was licking her lips, obviously still tasting JJ on them. She was panting too, her body covered in sweat.

“Gorgeous, both of you.” He mumbled and grabbed the base of his cock. He slapped the tip of it against Emily clit and she jerked with a breathy whine.

“Please, please touch me.” She pleaded and he chuckled.

“Look at you, even begging for it. Looks like JJ has done a good job putting you in your place.” He slapped his cock against her swollen clit again, the sound obscene. “Put on the harness, baby.”

JJ smiled widened and she moved from the bed, quickly adjusting the harness and getting back on the bed. She was tired, her body sated from the orgasms she’d already had, she knew that Aaron could tell as he kept slapping his cock against Emily who’s whimpers only got louder and breathier.

“Lay back, you deserve the rest.” He winked at her and bit back a smile as she laid back beside Emily who was fisting the bedding to keep from reaching out or taking matters into her own hands.

“Aaron, ah-” Whatever Emily was going to say died on her lips when Aaron suddenly slapped his hand on her clit and her thighs closed automatically.

“While I do think it would be fun watching you come just like this, I want your ass tonight.” Aaron mused casually, ignoring that Emily was grinding into his hand until he slapped it again, the sound loud as Emily let out a sound somewhere stuck between pain and pleasure. “Ride her, show us how much you need it.” With those words, he moved back enough for Emily to scramble to her hands and knees, and easily straddled JJ’s slim hips.

JJ’s hand rested on Emily’s thighs as she sat down fully, taking the entire dildo in one smooth thrust.

“You didn’t even need lube.” She smirked at the gasp that fell from Emily’s lips as she started to move. She pushed her hips up, earning a loud moan from her girlfriend as she found a pace. But she didn’t get to enjoy the sight for long, soon enough Aaron was behind them, pushing Emily down until she was laying down flat against JJ.

JJ kept her eyes on Emily’s face as Aaron slowly pushed inside her ass, she loved the look of somewhat pained pleasure on her face, loved when Emily took both of them and she knew that they did too.

“Oh my God…” Emily sucked in a breath and burrowed her face in JJ’s neck as she adjusted. Aaron was stroking calming hands over her ribs and back, JJ was holding her thighs as they gave her a few moments. “Move, please move.” She panted and Aaron was the first to pull out, setting the pace as he fucked into her with a growl.

“Perfect, my perfect girls.” He caught JJ’s eye over Emily’s shoulder and smirked at the way her mouth had fallen open. He thrusted harder and both women moaned as Emily was pushed down on the dildo that pressed against JJ’s clit.

They found a rhythm, Aaron fucking into Emily and JJ weakly pushing up against her, too tired to do much else, but it was more than enough. Emily was moaning and groaning, her senses overwhelmed from being denied for so long to feeling everything. She bit down on JJ’s shoulder, knew that she was bruising her skin but didn’t care. She was already close to the edge, getting there quickly to no one’s surprise.

“You can come.” Aaron grunted behind her before she even had the chance to ask. His lips were hot against her ear, his stubble rough against her and it was perfect. She tried moving between them, her hips jerking as she got closer and closer, until finally she came with a scream.

JJ gasped when Emily tensed above her, felt her body tremble as she came with her and Aaron’s name on her tongue. She caught Aaron’s satisfied grin as he peppered kisses along Emily’s shoulder and neck, not stopping his heavy thrusting until Emily was coming down with heavy breaths.

“JJ,” He said as he moved higher on his knees and she looked up at him with wide eyes. “Do you want to watch for a bit, rest?”

“Yes, please.” She loved watching her lovers together, loved that Aaron knew that.

Emily whined when Aaron slipped out of her, his hands warm as he helped her off JJ’s lap and onto her back again. She reached out to hold JJ’s hand just as Aaron pushed back inside her ass and her eyes closed in pleasure.

“Look at me.” Aaron mumbled and two sets of eyes looked up at him. “You can touch her freely.” He said to JJ who rolled onto her side, pressing against Emily’s body and letting go of her hand. “And you can come as much as you want to.” He looked to Emily who smiled gratefully at him. He loved to bring them both over the edge as many times as possible, but giving either of them free range like this was unusual.

Emily’s train of thought came to and end when JJ’s fingers pressed inside of her, the palm of her hand grinding against her clit just as Aaron started to thrust harder inside of her, making her bite her lip to keep from screaming out too loudly.

“She’s already clenching.” JJ said in awe, she loved that Emily always came so easily for them.

“You wound her up good, baby.” Aaron told her through slightly labored breathing. He moved to grab Emily’s hips in a tight grip, leaving new bruises over old ones as he thrust as hard as he could. He had been longing for them for hours so he knew he wouldn’t last long.

“Fuck I love watching you.” JJ whimpered as she looked between Aaron’s strong body and Emily’s trembling one. “You’re so close, again.”

“Yes, yes fuck yes.” Emily pulled JJ down for a rough kiss, her soft lips muffling the needy moans. When they broke apart she looked up at Aaron. “Kiss me?”

Aaron smiled at the simple request, that in a moment that was anything but tender, Emily would crave something so simple as a kiss. He leaned down and pressed his lips against hers, a low groan rumbling in his chest when JJ’s nails scratched through his hair and keeping him against Emily.

“Come again, sweetheart.” He mumbled when they broke apart and he was back to kneeling between her legs. Her ass clenched around him hard and JJ’s hand moved faster and Emily wouldn’t have been able to hold back even if she tried to. She came again with a cry of pleasure, her back arching and eyes closed tight as she gave in to the pleasure.

“That’s it, that’s it honey.” JJ mumbled against her ear, her hand slowing but not stopping as Aaron continued to fuck into her. She could feel his cock, could feel Emily’s clamping walls and she felt a rush of arousal settle between her legs.

They didn’t stop, Emily coming two more times until Aaron was grunting his pleasure against JJ’s lips as he spurted inside Emily. They were a mess of sweaty limbs and harsh breaths and pleasured daze as they laid tangled on the bed after.

“How about we shower, and then we’re doing that again?” Aaron smiled as JJ nodded on his left and Emily hummed happily on his right.

It was strange, how time could change everything but JJ had never been happier that it had.

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writinghotchner · 7 months

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Breakfast with a side of mourning

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner/Emily Prentiss (friendship, mostly?) Rating: E Warnings: Mention of nose bleed

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Takes place right after 4x17 'Demonology'.

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She eventually makes her way into her apartment, her clothes heavy with melted snow and her mind heavy with Matthew. There's dried blood crusted around her nostrils and upper lip, and her throat burns from the cold air. She knew better than to walk that far in the snow with no real winter wear, but she desperately needed to feel something other than the guilt and sadness that was wreaking havoc in her soul.

She removes her long, soggy coat and hangs it up by the door - she'll wash it later - and tosses her keys on the hallway table. She turns to lock the door behind her and nearly sprints up the stairs to get into a nice warm shower.

Just as she's bolting up the stairs, she hears a solid knock at the door. She flips her left wrist over to catch the time and quirks an eyebrow. Who would be knocking on her door at nearly 10 pm?

She jogs quietly to the front door and peers through the peephole. Aaron Hotchner stands on the other side of the door, not with his usual stoic, expressionless face, but with something Emily can't quite place. She opens the door and his expression immediately changes, something more like concern and panic.

"Hotch? Are you okay?"

He blinks at her, his eyebrows shooting up. "Am I okay? Are you okay? You're bleeding."

She knits her eyebrows together and brings the side of her hand up to her nose to wipe it. Sure enough, another nose bleed. She sighs.

"Yeah," She grins sheepishly at him. "It happens when I'm outside in the cold for too long. Used to happen a lot when I was a kid." She moves to the side to let him inside so she can close the door.

He gets to her kitchen before turning to look at her again. He takes in her wet hair, her dark shirt clinging to her skin, her lips have a very faint tinge of blue and he can see the dried blood that was now being taken over by the new stream of blood dripping over her lips.

She side steps him to get into the kitchen, pinching her nose closed to stop the blood from pouring out. She reaches out for the paper towel roll and struggles to rip it off one handed so Hotch quickly moves to help her. He watches as she quickly puts it to her face, the white immediately blending to red.

"Emily, this is a lot of blood for just a regualr nose bleed." He says quietly, standing closer to her than she realized. She closes her eyes.

With her head still swirling of Matthew, and Hotch's soft concerned voice… she's afraid the final crack in the dam might break, and she refuses to ugly cry in front of her boss.

"You know what's really funny?" She chuckles, removing the paper towel from her nose, and folding it over to the other side. "It started right when I realized I was standing in front of a church." She hopes the humor can distract herself long enough to keep from breaking.

She huffs out a small laugh, he doesn't. He's just boring into her with concerned eyes. She rolls her eyes at him. "I'm okay, Hotch. Really."

She removes the paper towel. "See? It's not even bleeding anymore."

"You used to get them a lot as a kid?" He asks. He takes the bloody paper towel out of her hands and tosses it into the trash can that he's standing next to.

She bites the inside of her cheek. "Yeah. Mostly during winter. Something about the air being dry..." She fades off, and then clears her throat.

"Is there a reason your here?"

He raises his eyebrows at her and shoves his hands in his pockets awkwardly. Something she's sure she's never seen him do. Aaron Hotchner doesn't do anything awkwardly. "I wanted to apologize for earlier." His voice is soft and is eyebrows dip back down into their seemingly natural scowl-ly state.

She waves a hand at him. "All in the past, Hotch."

"No," He starts, shifting on his feet. He battles with himself on stepping closer to her and stepping further away. He eventually decides to just...not move. "I shouldn't have dismissed you like that. I should've fought harder for this case, for you..." He clears his throat.

"Rossi mentioned you walked home in the snow. I also just wanted to make sure you got home okay." He darts his eyes away from her's, hoping she didn't catch the sentiment that accidentally fell out of his mouth.

She squints her eyes, her head falling to the side to look at him. Their relationship, friendship, had gotten better since they first met. She completely understood his hesitation of her joining the team in the beginning. But since then, they've been more friendly. Hotch seemingly remembering small things about her that she would say from previous conversations, sometimes conversations that he wasn't even involved in. She never knew what it meant, if it even meant anything. But the way he's standing like a nervous high schooler talking to his crush in her kitchen at 10 pm makes her wonder even more. Or, stop wondering, really.

"Thank you," She nearly whispers. "And I understand, Hotch. Really. There was a lot of emotions webbed into this case and decisions that weren't always up to you."

They stand quietly for a moment before she straightens herself up. "Not to throw you out or anything, but it's late and I need a hot shower to dethaw myself."

He cracks a smile at her. "Yeah, of course. Sorry for interrupting." He turns to walk back down the hallway, her right behind him.

She reaches for his wrist when they get to the door. "Thanks for coming to check up on me." The smile on her face fading into an appreciative pout.

He smiles back at her. "Of course. If you need anything, I'll be by my phone. I don't have Jack tonight, so I'll probably be up working for a few more hours."

She smiles again and nods, picking at her fingernails awkwardly. "I will. Thank you again. Really."

And with that, he's out the door.

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The early morning rolls around way too quickly. The bright lights shining in through her window makes her want to kick her feet like a little kid not wanting to get up for school. Instead, she throws her blanket over her eyes and wills her brain to let her get at least one more hour of sleep. After all, she's grounded from the BAU for the next handful of days, just because it's 6 am doesn't mean she has to get up now.

Just as sleep is about to pull her back under, her phone chirps with a text message. She sighs as she blindly reaches out toward her nightstand. She pulls it under the blanket and quirks an eyebrow at Hotch's name.

Hotch: Hey, sorry if this wakes you. Just wanted to make sure you slept. If you need anything, please let me know. You should probably try to rest on your time off. Grief always has a way of sneak attacking you.

Emily: Im kinda already awake and ive never been any good at lazing around - grieving or not

She watches the iMessage bubble pop up and disappear for a good minute before she huffs out a small laugh.

Emily: You writing a novel over there?

Hotch: I was just debating on asking if you wanted to come over for breakfast? I have to go pick up Jack in a few, he'd love to see you. And it gives you an excuse to not "be lazy".

Her grin cracks open into a bright smile. Matthew was still heavy on her mind, so was all of the events of the past 48 hours, but the thought of going to her boss's house to have breakfast with him and his son, who she adores, was enough to momentarily knock the sadness out of her chest.

The wondering she was doing last night still swirling around the midst of her mourning, but she's sure this is a step in the direction she's wanted this...friendship...to go in for a long time now. Unfortunately, it took her best friend dying for it to happen. Another thing Matthew has done for her, she guesses... Emily: Yeah. That sounds really nice actually. Thank you

Hotch: Would you like for me to pick you? I can swing by before or after I get him. Emily: No thats okay, im in the mood to drive, listen to loud music and dodge pedestrians 🙂 Hotch: Ok. As your boss I have to say please don't hit any pedestrians. As your friend I have to remind you that pedestrians are 10 points, cops are 20 and the elderly are 50. That makes her bark out a laugh, flinging her blanket off her head so she can breathe. It takes her a moment for the giggling to subside before she registers that he referred to her as his "friend".

Her eyes stare at the ceiling, picturing Matthew's face once more, silently thanking him again for everything he's done for her. And what he's already doing for her now.

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clem-125 · 3 months

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“Emily scrolls through the photos and discovers herself through Aaron's eyes. She finds herself beautiful, full of life; almost always laughing or smiling, cheeks slightly pink, eyes sparkling. She feels loved in a way she's never felt before.

Through his eyes, she almost falls in love with herself.”

Or, Emily needs some pictures of herself; Aaron provides dozens.

#hotchniss fanfiction #hotchniss #aaron x emily #hotchniss fanfic #aaron hotchner #emily prentiss #criminal minds #love story

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momily · 2 months

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Love between us

Summary:

Emily and Aaron’s love blooms… this is their story.

TW: mentioning of pregnancy, Doyle & Foyet, very slight hinting at sexual noises

Read over at ao3 or down below. 👇🏻

Authors note:

Well this is my first fan fiction for criminal minds and the first one I wrote in a long time… so be warned. Also I’m not a native speaker so please feel free to correct my writing nicely

There was a time where Emily thought she would never have this. This type of life, this type of love. The type that encompasses your whole body and mind, the kind that makes you feel the butterflies in your belly day to day, the type that makes you feel like you are flying. So waking up next to him… next to Aaron, every day, still in a daze, trying to differentiate what is part of her dream and part of real life while being cuddled against his chest makes her heart beat faster, those rare slow mornings make the pain of the past worth it. The love between her and him was always present after the distrust of the beginning began to fade. But Emily first paid it any mind the day Aaron was stabbed by Foyet, the day where she felt like she couldn’t breathe while she was searching for him. She never acted on it, even after realising that her feelings aren’t just platonic… until the day Sean told her Ian Doyle escaped from prison. Something made her go to Aaron, in the middle of the night, totally on edge. Jack was with Jessica that night, Aaron told her that afterwards, her body totally on autopilot. She wordlessly went inside after he opened the door for her, he felt something was off, but for a long time didn’t know what it was.

They sat down on his couch like so many times before, their friendship deepening since he came out of the hospital after Foyet, even more so after Haley died. They just sat there for some time, for Emily it felt like a few minutes, her brain racing faster than ever. For Aaron it felt like hours, he watched her, watched her micro expressions but he couldn’t read her. In reality it was quiet for a few minutes until she turned to him, saw his worried gaze and just kissed him. His brain needed a moment to catch up utilising he was kissing her back. She wanted more, wanted him closer, wanted to feel safe. He saw her distressed body language while she came in and just couldn’t give her more, at least couldn’t give her what she wanted, he broke the kiss, took her hand softly and lead her to his bathroom, he brings her some grey sweatpants and a T-shirt of his. No words are spoken, but she understands, his actions told her to stay, to take off her make up and put on his, like him smelling, clothes and then follow him to the bedroom where he is already laying on his bed, in a similar outfit to hers, lifting the covers for her to join him. She lays down next to him and he pulls her close. She is facing him a leg now around his hips to get closer. Their bodies are flush to each other, both taking comfort out of their closeness and they both fall asleep quickly. Instead of a night full of terror, she felt safe in his arms.

They don’t talk about it over the next months.

There was just something unspoken in that night. Every day they would get in their separate cars to drive to work, putting on their masks of Prentiss and Hotch. Prentiss and Hotch weren’t in love, they were best friend and colleagues but every evening when they drove back to his place, they took those masks off again. Emily and Aaron had no need to talk, everything they needed was small touches, gestures and looks to understand the other. They talked with Jack, Aaron more than Emily, she still barely talked but she never made jack feel uncomfortable or like she isn’t listening to him. Never made him feel bad. Her few words encouraged the small boy more than anything. But for a few minutes every evening Emily let her voice be heard for more than a few words, every evening she read a book to the small boy, her voice the last thing he heard before falling asleep.

After jack went to bed no words were spoken between the two people in love. The small moans and whimpers in their more intimate moments feeling so loud but also so right. The days before Emily decided to confront Ian, she took longer getting home, she took some time to record her reading books for Jack. She didn’t know what would happen to her but for the case she wouldn’t be there for him, to read him those books, she wanted for him to have something to hold onto. The day she went after Ian she set her phone on a 12 hour timer making it so it will then send Aaron the Audiobooks for Jack. So the moment he got those he also had to let JJ announce to the team that Emily prentiss never made it off the table and that broke him.

Jacks way to cope with Emily being gone was stopping to talk and that also broke Aaron. The once so comforting silence now suffocating him. Aaron couldn’t stand in front of his team, his friends and pretend she was dead so when he got the chance to get away he took it returning just a few hours before Prentiss. The day Prentiss came backe to safe Declan was not the day Emily was back that day was much later. The day of JJ‘s wedding where Emily and Aaron kiss for the first time after a long time but also where they for the first time said I love you to each other. Both happening hidden in Rossi‘s kitchen. That day she declined the offer from Interpol and Aaron and Emily were back. This time with all the talking, but still hidden from the people they love.

Two years later they wake up cuddling against each other and know that had to change. For their relationship to move further, especially since Penelope would be the first to notice their relationship status in their personal files change to married. Emily’s official address is an apartment her mother owns but never uses just so there would be no questions from the technical analyst.

They both know they want everything together, marriage, at least another kid, getting old, a house to call theirs and so on, but for that the team needs to know about them. They discussed it before, both not feeling ready yet but this morning when they look in each others eyes they both know that they are ready to tell the others tonight.

Their morning routine starts normal, making coffee while Aaron makes breakfast, Emily waking and helping Jack get ready while Aaron plates the food, they all sit down to eat, then Jack gets to watch one Episode of his cartoons while Emily and Aaron get ready together. Emily puts on another pot of coffee and gets out the travel mugs while Aaron gets the pre packed lunches out and puts them into each backpack, the coffees join the lunches and for Jack his beat up Captain America water bottle. Emily gets Jack and they put on their shoes and jackets together but then their morning routine normally ends with Aaron going to his car to head to the office after kissing Em goodbye and hugging Jack once more. Emily and Jack take her car, she drops him off at school and gets to the office 15 minutes after Aaron, but today they all get into Emily's car, Aaron driving with his hand on her thigh while Jack and Emily talk about the day before them, they drop of Jack together and then head to the office where they get into the elevator where they put on their Hotch and Prentiss masks and get into the bullpen, everything seems normal for the team except for Hotch getting in later than normal. Prentiss and Hotch get through a long day of paperwork and when the team decides to head to Okeef's together, like every Friday they are in town they first notice something different, Aaron and Emily head to her car together to drive to the bar and then at Okeef‘s they take off their masks and finally tell the team about them.

Everyone seems shocked, except for Spencer he saw Aaron sneaking out of Emilys Hotel room a year ago and just thought that it was something everybody knew but just didn't talk about. Everyone seems happy, Pen and JJ drill Emily for information, Rossi just pats Aarons back, Spence is quickly back in his own world while reading his book, but Derek seems to be angry especially after Aaron and Emily say for how long they are dating, two years of continuos lying and a year before that even, since they dated a few months before Doyle. But Derek got taught growing up that if you don't have something nice to say, say nothing at all, so the bites his tongue. After a while of seeing them interact without their Hotch and Prentiss masks on he quickly lets go of that anger. Seeing now little they needed to talk to each other to understand what the other wants, seeing how Emily leans into his touch, seeks him out, seeing how they kiss when they think nobody is watching them, seeing how Aaron protectively puts an arm around Emily when a creep comes up to her and just seeing how Aaron dances with Emily after she looked at him with puppy eyes made Derek understand, that they didn't hide their relationship out of spite, but to protect what is dear to their heart and that, he understands, because he also hid himself from the people he loved, to protect himself, back when he was accused of killing that kid in Chicago, when his past blurred into his current life.

So the day Aaron asks Emily to marry him, the whole team, of course with Jack, is there to help beforehand and afterwards to celebrate the Love of soon to be Mr & Mrs Hotchner. The day they get married in Rossi's backyard everyone celebrates them even more and then the day Emily announced to Jack and Aaron that they will soon be 4 Hatchers they celebrate alone, but the day that Emily's 2nd Trimester starts and the morning sickness stops, they tell the team they all celebrate the new soon to be BAU Family addition. Jack is the best big brother from day one so when there are suddenly 2 Babies instead of one he is the most excited. The fact that there are Twins inside of Emily a secret no one knew but one everyone loved. There may be was a time Emily never thought she would have this all encompassing love but she knows now that this will last till the end of their life's

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thehuntss · 7 months

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CALL OUT MY NAME

On the day he got married, Aaron Hotchner had swear to protect his wife from all the bad things. But what can he do when it’s something out of his control ?

Hi guys !

Another soft shot just for ye, I’ve originally wanted this story to be written about Aaron but it felt better with Emily.

Enjoy <3

It was a day like another. Emily had woke up next to her husband in the new house they had moved in recently. He looked so peaceful while sleeping, it was unusual because he was always up at least one hour before her but she just supposed he was tired from the previous case.

“You shouldn’t stare people while they sleep…” a sleeping and raspy voice whispered.

She smiled. She loved that morning voice of him, he looked defenseless, not as strict as he was wide awake, he was her Aaron and not agent Hotchner. Pressing a kiss on his lips, she smiled even more. “Why can’t I do that to my gorgeous man ?”

“Come here.”

And with a surprising force he grabbed her so she could snuggle with him a bit longer. They had to work but every morning they insisted in having their little moments. And he would never get tired of having her close to him, kissing the top of her head in a lovingly embrace. “Did I tell you how much I love you ?”

She nodded before looking up at him. “Yes you did. But you can always tell me, it’s nice to hear you know.” Aaron was about to tell her another sweet words when he saw her wince in pain for a second, frowning his brows and looking at her.

“‘Em what’s up ?”

“I….it’s okay, nothing to worry about don’t worry. You were saying?” She managed to say, quickly forgetting about the light pain in her lower abdomen. She had felt that yesterday but it left as quickly as it arrived so she didn’t really paid more attention.

He didn’t believe her, she could see it over his face. “Em, you can talk to me, you know that right?”

“Yes, but don’t worry, I will tell you if there is anything, please, let’s get up and have breakfast I’m so hungry.” She smiled, kissing him in a swift move before standing up and making her way to the kitchen, to prepare some coffee.

Aaron slowly followed her, still not certain she was alright. But he knew her, she wouldn’t speak if not ready. So the morning just continued, the two of them chatting around a nice breakfast and then getting ready for the office.

They were all sat around the table for the briefing case when he noticed the small wince of pain on her face, and the same gesture of her hand over her lower abdomen. He didn’t say a word but his hands clenched into fists quicker than he would have expected.

“Wheels up in 30.” He said an eternity later - 30 min exactly - while putting the files in his briefcase, waiting for her to stand and leave. “Emily, a word please.”

Aaron waited for the team to leave, all of them quickly understanding something was going on. When JJ had just closed the door, he made his way toward her, taking her hand in his, a very concerned look over his face.

“What’s going on ?”

He looked worried, but also a bit mad. Because he knew something was up and she hadn’t tell him yet. She happened to look surprised, staring blank at him before mumbling something that sounded like “don’t worry, im okay.”

“No you aren’t.”

She bitted her bottom lip, obviously he knew and she couldn’t lie to him anymore. “It’s just a little pain, nothing to worry about it honey. If it still hurts when we come back from Atlanta, I’ll let you take me to the doctor, deal ?” She really hope it could work, but by judging him, she knew she would have to negotiate more.

“I want you to tell me if something is wrong before I have to ask you Em. And no more I’m okay. I can tell when you’re in pain and I don’t like it.”

“Deal.”

“Come on, we have a plane to catch up.” He smiled, his hand on her lower back, guiding her towards the door.

•

A day had passed since and they were all seated in the conference room of Atlanta’s police station. Emily was struggling every hours to keep the pain out of her face, unable to not wince every time she could feel it through her whole body. God it was so painful. At some point she felt like she was about to throw up, the sensation of her stomach rumbling over and over again.

“Excuse me.”

And she left before they could say anything. Emily knew her husband would have noticed her state but she just didn’t want him to think she was sick, because he would send her home and it was not happening. However when she saw her in the bathroom mirror, she could not deny something was going on.

“Emily are you alright ?”

She bursted, JJ was just behind her, a concerned look on her face. “Yeah yeah…I’m right, I just needed some fresh air.”

JJ didn’t seem to believe one word, and Emily cursed herself for not thinking that she was working with profilers, of course she wouldn’t believe her. “Getting some fresh air in the bathroom okay, and what’s the second version?” the blonde smiled.

“I’m just…feeling nauseous but that’s all, don’t worry I’ll be fine, maybe it’s just something I ate yesterday.” The brunette gave up, looking down for a second.

“Okay, sounds better. I’ll leave you to it but if something else happens I’ll personally brings you to the doctor, case or not.”

Emily couldn’t help but smile. “You sounds like Aaron.”

She shrugged. “Maybe because we both love you so much and don’t want you to be sick ? I see you in a minute.”

The brunette smiled to her one more time before putting some fresh water all over her face, still not feeling better. When she got out, Aaron was waiting for her, a cup of coffee in his hand.

“You look pale.” he told her quietly, handing her the cup. “And sick.”

“I’m fine, really. Thanks for the coffee.” she tried to reassure him, but he had a feeling she wasn’t telling him the truth.

And he had never been this right in his life.

•

It was past 2AM when he woke up, suddenly aware of the moans coming from the hotel bathroom. Aaron didn’t think twice and literally jumped outta bed, looking for Emily. Something was wrong and he knew it. What he saw in the bathroom broke his heart in millions pieces.

“Aaron…” she called, her voice so low he almost didn’t hear it.

His wife was laying on the ground, he could see all the pain over her face and her cheeks covered in tears. Aaron immediately knelt down, knowing his knees wouldn’t like it the next morning but he didn’t care, trying to get her up but as he tried to lift her, she couldn’t help but screamed, her hand all over her lower abdomen.

“It hurts so much….” She managed to say in between sobs.

“Sweetheart what’s wrong ? Tell me where it hurts. Please, let me help you.”

He was almost pleading her, feeling helpless. He felt bad for not dragging her to the doctor the second he’d noticed the first signs. “Em, look at me baby. Talk to me.”

“It’s my…my stomach.”

Another sob made his heart shatters. “I’ll call 911, and don’t tell me it’s okay.”

But she didn’t, and he called, almost begging them to come as quick as they could. He stayed with her until the EMT got here, holding her as close as he could, not wanting to let her go. She was suffering like hell and he could see it, he hated this. If he could have taken all of this pain in his body he would have had done it without any hesitations. At the hospital, when the doctor told him they would take her to surgery, he went blank, having no ideas of what was happening.

Aaron didn’t know how long he stayed in the waiting area, once pacing the room, trying to calm his nerves. He didn’t see his friends coming over, all looking concerned and worried. Dave was the first one speaking, the other silently waiting for an answers, Penelope trying to hold her tears behind Derek’s back.

“What’s going on ? We heard an ambulance but none of us knew it was Emily, they told us at the reception. What happened ?”

His tone was soft, and Aaron looked up at him, feeling desperate and lost, it was rare when he was showing his emotions but Emily was his whole world and he couldn’t just lose her like this, without saying goodbye.

“I don’t know.” He managed to say, trying not to break down. “We were sleeping, I knew she was feeling a big sick but she told me everything was fine and during the night..” his voice was trembling, his elbows were out on his knees and the team all thought they had never seen him looking so lost. “She was laying on the goddamn floor Dave, she was crying and…”

“She’ll be okay Aaron, Emily is stronger than us all reunited, whatever she has she’ll get through it.” His oldest friend reassured him, giving him a sweet tug on the shoulder. “Trust me, this is not the day SSA Emily Prentiss will say her last word.”

He couldn’t hide a small smile, very glad they were all here with him. Meanwhile, JJ managed to get hot drinks for everyone and when a doctor pushed the doors they were all standing, impatients to know what had just happened.

“Mr Hotchner ?”

“Yes it’s me. I’m her husband.”

“We performed an appendectomy on your wife. It’s very rare for adults to have it, but I it can happens it’s just bad luck. But don’t worry, she’s stable and everything went just fine.” The surgeon told him with a smile, all the team letting go of the breathe they didn’t know they were holding.

Aaron felt relieved, he had no ideas adult could have appendicitis and now he understood crystal clear why she was feeling weird, the hand on her stomach, the nausea. “Can I see her ?” He asked.

“Sure. She is in the room number 5141, she should be awake soon.”

He left and the team all smiled to Aaron.

“You should go first, we’ll be waiting in here.” Derek said, happy to know his friend was fine now.

“Or we could make her a get-better-basket ?” Penelope suggested, sparkles already shining in her eyes. “And get her some muffins?”

“It could’ve been a great idea baby girl…” Derek said with a flirtatious smile. “But it’s 6 in the morning.”

Her discomposed face made them all laugh, it felt good to have a distraction after the big scare Emily had given them. “Perhaps we can find something at the cafeteria ?” JJ proposed, knowing Hotch was so impatient to have some alone time with Emily.

“Fine. And we could also get some breakfast, i would die for some coffee, even if it’s only darkened water.” Dave said with a grimace, making them smile. “See you later Aaron. Tell Emily we’ll come by later, once she’s feeling better again.”

“Thank you.”

He knew they didn’t him to thank you, they were a family, they were always there when one of them was down. And neither of them could expect something better. Aaron walked down the hall, almost running to Emily’s room. A smile crossed his face when he saw that she looked so peaceful, she was still sleeping but he knew she wasn’t suffering anymore. He opened the door and took a seat next to her, taking her hand in his.

About an hour later Emily woke up, her body feeling all numb and sore. But at least she couldn’t feel the throbbing pain in her stomach. Quickly realizing she was at the hospital, she smiled at the view of her husband asleep next to her. She gently stroked his hair, smiling when he woke up.

“Hey…”

“Hey sweetheart. You know, you shouldn’t stare when people are sleeping. I got this one from a wise woman.” He said with his raspy morning voice. “Anyways, how are you feeling?”

“I have to meet this woman.” She chuckled tiredly. “I’m fine…what happened ?” She tried to sit but it felt too hard and her body felt on the mattress. A look from him made her understand it would be better not to try again any time soon.

“Appendicitis. Very rare for adults but it went fine.”

She chuckled. “I guess it’s just another scar to add to my collection then. Come here, I need you…” Emily invited him to come next to her, knowing it would be better for his back to lay on something comfier than a chair.

He did as he had been told and they slowly kissed, Emily quickly falling asleep against him. “Sweet dreams my love.” He whispered before drifting to Morpheus’s arms, relieved it was all over.

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realtime-00 · 1 year

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This is such a damper on my spirits but has anyone noticed Thomas and Paget don’t follow each other on instagram? Like how devastating is that?

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rawr-jess · 10 months

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Just doing some light reading ❤️✨

Highly recommend getting some of your favourite fic series printed

Go read this series by @sequinsmile-x if you haven’t already by the way it really is *chefs kiss*

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criminalmindsgonewrong · 2 years

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twelve things that didn’t break aaron hotchner, and the one that almost did.

criminal minds one-shot based on the prompt: losing you was the hardest thing i’ve ever had to go through.

pairing: hotchniss (but only really the last part) themes: its so angsty im sorry, loss, a tad of romance at the end wordcount: 4k trigger warnings: domestic violence, sexual assault. canon appropriate themes.

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Grief had never swallowed Aaron Hotchner whole.

He'd seen people lose themselves to grief. His mother, bruised, beaten and abused, had collapsed in on herself when Alexander died. Hotch watched as his father suffered a long and uncomfortable death. Cancer took him, in the end. Lung cancer, from the 40 cigarettes he smoked daily. While he lived, Meredith was quiet, meek. As a child, listening to his mother's cries, and the thud of flesh on flesh as Alexander's fists connected with his wife's body, he had wanted to disappear. He would curl up in his bed, hands pressed tightly over his ears, and hum, but never too loudly. If he hummed too loudly, if Alexander heard...

When Sean came alone, Aaron had to protect him. He made sure Sean was never scared, not like he had been. He would climb into Seans bed and hug him tightly, covering his ears, humming to him. The only problem, with protecting his little brother, was that he couldn't cover his own ears. He heard it all. Every yelp, every punch, every desperate plea from his mother; they all fell on deaf ears. Alexander saw Meredith, and the children, as his property. And he could do what he wanted with his property.

After Alexander's death, Aaron watched his mother recede even further into herself, until she was nothing but a shadow of the woman she had been. That she had any more of herself to lose was a wonder, but she did, and it broke Aaron's heart to watch. Aaron, though, felt nothing when his father died.

His mother's death hit harder. Meredith never got back to herself, once her husband died. It would be a nice story to tell, that once her abuser was dead, she slowly found herself again. Perhaps she planted a garden, and beheld with delight the sunrise each morning, learned to smile, to live for herself without fear of retribution, to bask in each new day, and the freedom it brought. It would be nice to be able to say she found someone else to love her, someone gentle and kind and patient, who would hold her in the night when she cried, when the residual fear that had never left her, even once her nightmare was dead, held her in its deadly clutches.

Alas, it was not to be.

No matter the effort her sons put into spending time with her, no matter the brave face she put on for them, Aaron could see the hallowness behind her dark eyes. No, there was no happy ending, no heartwarming surprise plot twist to Meredith's sad, sorry tale. Meredith Hotchner died of a broken heart three years after her husband and, at twenty-one years of age, Aaron thought it was the most tragic thing he had ever heard. She had never really lived. Sean sobbed his heart out at the funeral and Aaron wrapped an arm around him, like they were children again.

Hotch graciously thanked all of the guests for coming while Haley stood by, concerned and gentle, and, later, when they were alone, his tears soaked her pyjamas as he curled up, his head on her chest, and sobbed. But, still, it didn't crack him open.

III

Failing Elle hurt.

She was young, malleable, and he saw a lot of Sean in her, in her humour and her carefree spirit, her sarcasm. But she needed guidance, training, a mentor, and, for all of his trying, he couldn't wash away the pain their job brought to her the same way that he could wash the bloody message from her walls. It startled him, when he looked at her, and saw the same darkness he had seen in his mother's eyes years before.

Their job took victims all of the time; Elle snapped.

Long after she was gone, long after she'd walked out of his office with those gentle words, the confession that she would miss him, he would hear other words of hers ringing like a bell in his ears, and know how terribly he had failed her.

Last time you sent me home, Hotch, you got me shot.

She was right, and it was his fault. Elle's life had been derailed because of a sequence of decisions that he had made, and, if she had to live with the consequences of that, then so would he. He never forgot it. But it didn't break him.

Protecting his agents from unsubs was one thing; protecting them from monsters from their past, was something entirely different.

He had never seen the signs. Morgan displayed none of them. Adult manifestations of childhood sexual abuse, that was what they were called, and Morgan displayed none of them. He wasn't depressed or anxious, he didn't have anger management problems. They were the big signs, the obvious ones, the ones that manifested most often. Morgan suffered none of them.

But, still, Hotch should have seen it. He should have known, and he should have helped. Alexander had never sexually abused his sons, but Hotch had been physically abused; he knew what an abused boy looked like, and he hadn't seen it.

He and Morgan were closer, after Buford. But they didn't discuss it again. And Hotch learned that there were things even he couldn't protect them from, no matter how hard he tried.

Elle had needed guiding. Spencer needed protecting.

Hotch came close to being broken, really broken, not when Reid was taken, but when his addiction came to light, when he realised that only Emily had seen the signs, and had done anything to help him. The rest of them were so blinded, either by denial or by guilt, busy convincing themselves that Spencer had been through an ordeal, a trauma, and he was dealing with it the best way he knew how.

Only Emily saw the signs of addiction there. By the time Hotch saw it, too, he was so far gone that Spencer was unrecognisable as the same kid who had once told him he kicked like a nine year old girl. Hotch looked for that boy, in the weeks after Spencer began going to AA meetings. Hotch was one of the only people he told, and not out of friendship or confidence, but because he wanted to keep his job, wanted to be trusted again. But Hotch never found that boy again. Spencer was changed by the trauma, irrecovably. He never trusted the same way again. Hotch had failed two of his agents, and each time, it took a piece of him.

When Gideon left, there was a different kind of grief.

Not anger or guilt, but a heavy, lonely loss, and a long, empty silence, filled only by all of the questions Hotch knew he would never receive an answer to. He had been team leader for years, but Gideon had been there, a sort of safety net, providing easy reassurance when Aaron doubted himself, doubted his abilities and his skills as a leader.

Gideon's absence, he knew, was a compliment of sorts; Jason wasn't worried about the team, and didn't doubt Hotch the way he doubted himself. Nevertheless, the deathly silence, the lack of an explanation, or even a goodbye. It lay heavy. It stung. Gideon had been more than his mentor, his boss, his teammate. He had been a friend. Or so Aaron had thought. Friends, though, didn't just up and leave without an explanation.

Hotch saw Spencer wrestle with the same confusion in the weeks and months after Gideon's abandonment, and Hotch watched him like a hawn. The slightest twitch, any sign of dark circles under his eyes, lateness in the mornings, he was on all of it, waiting for Spencer to lose his footing, to relapse. He wouldn't miss it this time, he couldn't miss it this time. But the boy was stronger than Hotch gave him credit for, and Hotch knew he had to be, too. So losing Gideon didn't bury him, either. The days went on, as they always had. As they always would. And each day, Gideon's absence was felt less and less, by them all, until the wound finally healed.

VII

If there was one person in the BAU that Hotch imagined was safe, it was Penelope.

Shut up in her office full of colour and trinkets and glitter, he could always rely on Garcia being safe, never had to worry for her the way he had to worry for the others. It was comforting, to have one member of the team he didn't need eyes on at all times.

She looked small and innocent, where she lay in her bed after surgery, and, standing in the doorway to her room, arms folded across his chest, Hotch felt his eyes burn. He had been here before, had seen another team mate lie where she lay, and he had lost her, body and mind, he had lost Elle. It could not, would not be the same with Penelope. Sweet Penelope, who kept them all smiling, who put so much of herself into caring for them all. For all of her quirks and oddities, he knew that her bright clothing, her cheerful demeanor, her little quips, they were for the team, as much as they were for herself. To keep their spirits up, to keep them going.

Laying there in her hospital bed, in the drab medical gown, he barely recognised her. He knew, then, what his team was feeling, for he felt it, too; violation.

If an unsub could get to Penelope, whom they had all imagined was untouchable, did that leave no corner of the world where any of them were safe?

VIII

Their job took, and took, and took, and gave nothing back. The first time it took from JJ, Hotch was there.

Standing in the bullpen, his eyes and gun trained on Battle, Hotch didn't even see the blonde approach him from behind, but he saw her afterwards. Gun still smoking, the blue eyes that met his were different than those of an hour, a moment, before. It unsettled him.

He should have been the one to fire that shot. It was impossible, from his angle, but that didn't matter. It should have been him. Instead, JJ had killed her first unsub. The bullet went straight through his head, through his brain, and Hotch knew that, no matter how justified, Battle's death would stay with JJ. Would darken her pure soul, as justifiable homicide always would. She had still snuffed out a life, with just the twitch of a finger, and Hotch knew that was a heavy burden to bear.

It should have been him.

Holding Kate Joyner's spine in his hand, feeling her life-force seep out onto the concrete, took something from Hotch that he never discussed with anyone.

He wondered, as he held the dying woman, the one who looked so much like Haley, whether there was an untouched part of his soul; whether there was anywhere inside of him that wasn't rotted with all that this job took from them. His hands slipped, slick with blood, as he tried to hold her, to keep her alive by sheer force of will.

He knew she was dead, they all knew she was dead, but he had to hold on, to try. Morgan's presence terrified him; he knew the profile, knew first responders were the real target. Morgan, though, could see relief behind the panic in his boss' eyes; he didn't want to be alone when the woman in his arms died. He bore so much alone already, not this, too. God, please, not this, too.

They tried their best. He tried his best. It wasn't enough; they all knew she was dead.

Hotch never told the team that he was going to the funeral, but, when he climbed out of his car, he saw them all waiting for him, standing beneath a tree, a little way away from the rest of the congregation. This grief, he didn't have to bear alone.

The reaper stole more from Aaron than he ever let anybody see.

In the months that followed, everything made him flinch, made the hairs on his neck stand on end. Sitting in his office, he would have to draw the blinds, so strong was the sense that he was being watched, even when it was impossible. He trusted no one, was wary of every police force the worked with. Emily was the only one who got close. She saw the way his hand twitched towards his gun more often, more readily. She saw the extra precautions he took for security in his apartment. She was the only one who had seen him, unconscious and unresponsive in that hotel bed. But even she didn't know how deeply Foyet's assault had affected him.

She wasn't there when he woke up in the middle of the night, his skin coated in a sheen of cold sweat, his wounds burning even weeks after they had healed over. The surface healing was quick, but the stab wounds were deep and wide, and the internal healing took much longer than anyone other than Hotch and his doctors ever knew. He became adept at withholding any verbal or physical expression of pain; he could be sitting on the jet with the team, and a sudden, searing pain would tear across his stomach, and Aaron wouldn't so much as flinch. No response larger than the furrowing of his brows would be observed.

But even deeper than the physical wounds were the mental ones. Not only had Foyet invaded his home, he had invaded his life. Regardless though, of how he feared Foyet watching him, there was nothing he wanted more than to find him. Nothing the team wanted more. Every second that they spent obsessing over him, though, was a second that Foyet won and, for a while, Hotch thought that satisfaction, the knowledge that he was winning by keeping Hotch away from his child, would be enough for Foyet to never resurface. It was that fear that kept him going; he couldn't let that happen. He knew his team couldn't, wouldn't, let that happen.

Losing Jack was torture, but he never lost hope. Hotch had already failed two surrogate children, two young people who looked up at him for protection and guidance; one to drugs, one to herself. He wasn't about to lose his son before Jack ever had a chance to know him. Stepping down from his post was easy, taking orders from Morgan was easy, because he was constantly reminding himself of the why of it all; Jack. Jack, coming home. Jack, sleeping in his own bed again. Jack and Haley, safe, happy. For months, he carried around the guilt of knowing that he was the reason Haley was looking over her shoulder. His job had caused them problems from the beginning, mostly due to his absence, but she'd never had to fear before. Hotch wondered if that would ever go away, or if she would always be looking over her shoulder for the next danger, even once they caught Foyet. Like his team would. Like he would.

They did catch Foyet. Too late.

A part of Aaron died that day, with Haley. The boy who had auditioned for Pirates of Penzance died beside the pretty, blonde girl who had smiles at him across the stage.

It was a tragedy, it hurt like hell, and there was yet more guilt for Hotch to carry around, added to that which already weighed him down. But he did not stop, and he did not break. He couldn't. He might have, if not for Jack. Haley was gone, and Hotch owed everything to the little boy they had brought into the world together, because it was his fault Jack no longer had a mother to love him, so Hotch had to love him twice as much, for himself and for Haley. So he couldn't break. Haley's grief, and Haley's spirit, kept him going.

If not for their little boy, for the child in whose face he saw Haley's eyes everyday, he would have collapsed in on himself, the way Meredith had after Alexander's death.

XII

Then JJ.

He tried to keep her, knew they needed her, argued with Strauss over her, and, in the end, it wasn't even nearly enough. It was a decision that was out of his hands, when the State Department took her. And they did take her; neither he, nor JJ herself, had any say in the matter, when it came down to it. He let her down. Once again, he failed to protect a member of his team. He had no idea what awaited JJ, and could only hope that she would find happiness and satisfaction in her new position, but his team was stilted, missing a key piece. And he missed her, too. They functioned, but barely. Grinding along, slowly, laboriously, painfully, like a machine missing a vital piece.

He kept them going, barely. Like a reanimated corpse; they lacked spirit.

XIII

Emily had lied to him

To them. Not just him, though he found it hard not to take it personally. His mouth went dry when he opened her desk drawer, finding her credentials and gun. His hands shook, but his voice was level when he addressed the team. They all jumped into action, still that well oiled machine, even whilst missing parts. He dragged JJ back, from god knew where (Afghanistan, it turned out) and she was back on home soil before the day was out. He saw his same panic reflected in her blue eyes, even if she maintained her composure for the sake of the rest of the team. The months away had changed her, matured her. What had she seen, Hotch wondered?

For four years, he had worked with Emily. They were family, had been to hell and back together, multiple times. Yet there was evidently so much she had never shared with them, and it was going to get her killed.

The thought strangled him, stole his breath, fear clenching his heart like a fist, and he cursed her.

She had seen them all at their most vulnerable, and still hadn't seen fit to share this, to let them in, to let them help.

Hotch understood. He didn't like it, but he understood. Once he knew what she had done, that she had gone alone, essentially given herself up, to protect the rest of them, he knew he would have made the exact same decision, and he couldn't be angry anymore, but he was still desperately afraid.

It would have paralysed him, the fear, if not for JJ. Morgan was angry, angry that Emily had been in a physically intimate relationship with Doyle, and Hotch didn't like that either but he couldn't hold it against her. Rossi was blinded; he saw Emily as a daughter, and he couldn't see past that. Reid was frustrated, blaming himself for not having put it together sooner, blaming Emily for not confiding in them. Penelope shared in his fear, he knew, but he also knew it wasn't the same. They were all scared; Hotch doubted the rest of them felt so paralysed by it. If she died...

He couldn't think about it.

And she did die. Twice. Once on the table, which he didn't find out unti later. And legally, she was dead. Didn't exist. He carried her casket.

God, he carried her casket.

Nothing, not the death of his parents, not condeming Elle, not failing to see Morgan's pain, not missing the signs of Spencer's addiction, not Gideon abandonment, not the destruction of the delusion of Penelope's safety, not JJ's reassignment, or Kate's death, not even Foyet's assault and no, not even Haley's death, prepared him for how he felt carrying Emily's casket. He felt...nothing. Only a dark, consuming numbness, when his imagination took him to a terrible place; a place where he imagined her laying, cold and unfeeling, inside of her casket. Not her usual pale, but a flat, hollow paleness. Nothing had ever been more wrong.

And she wasn't even inside of it.

He knew it then, what she meant to him. Knew that, if she came home, when she came home, he wouldn't, couldn't lose her again.

When she did come home, he told her exactly that. She was checked into a hotel, still using a fake name since she was still, technically, legally dead. He made his way up to the room, knocked once, twice, paused, and knocked again. A preestablished password. She swung the door open, eyebrows raised in a question.

"Hotch?" There was concern etched across her face, "Is everything alright?"

"Losing you," Hotch told her, bluntly, not even stepping into the room, "Was the worst thing I have ever had to go through." The shock on her face was palpable, her mouth gaping, trying to figure out the words to say. "I've lost a lot, to this job," His throat bobbed as he swallowed, his own words catching with emotion. Emily could only stare, "It takes a lot. You know that. I know you know that. I just needed you to know..." He shook his head, unable to put himself back into that place where she was gone, "That losing you. There was nothing like that."

He looked at her, and her eyes were wide, shocked, brimming with emotion. Her lips moved, but no sound came from them, and her eyes flitted from his, to the wall behind his head, to the floor, back again. She couldn't hold his eyes. That told him all he needed to know.

"I'm sorry," He shook his head, as though to shake off everything he had just confessed, "I shouldn't have come, I'm sorry."

He turned to walk away, cursing himself and trying not to feel the terrible pain of rejection, and was halfway down the hallway to the elevator, when he heard the soft padding of footsteps on the carpet coming up fast behind him. He barely turned in time to catch her, as Emily threw herself into his arms. He let out a hard breath, forcefully expelling the air from his lungs, in disbelief, as he buried his face in her neck, in her hair. Breathing her in. Alive and well and here.

"I'm sorry," She was speaking through tears, now, "I'm sorry. I didn't know what to say," She clung to him, he couldn't see her face but he could hear the thickness of emotion in her voice, "God, I missed you. So much, and every day. I didn't let myself believe I'd ever come home to you."

Come home to you.

"You're home now." He told her, softly. She slid down his body, her bare feet settling back onto the carpet. She looked up at him with a tear stained face, and he took it in his hands. "You're home now, Emily."

Then he kissed her.

It would be pleasant to say that kiss fixed everything; the pain of his childhood, the failures of his adult life, of the abandonment and pain, the fear and the loss. It didn't fix anything, not really. There would be more to come, more of the bad, more of the broken. He couldn't protect any of them, not really. If he could, if anybody could truly protect their loved ones, then they would be out of a job. There were always more bad guys to catch, more families to console, more bad news to give. But, perhaps, it would all be a little bit more bearable.

With her.

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When You’re Feeling Alone, I’ll Remind You of Home

deciding to write this was a very, very last minute decision - i had intended to try and finish it on Christmas Day, so I apologise that technically it’s being posted on Boxing Day :/

i hope you all enjoy nonetheless! i hope you everyone had a lovely christmas, consider this a belated gift - i’m so thankful to have stumbled across this many people who love these two as much as i do❤️

word count- 2k

warnings - none, just pure fluff with a pinch of angst if you squint :)

-x-

She was having a bad day.

Emily knew Christmas time was going to be difficult, but she failed to anticipate just how isolated she was going to feel. Ever since she returned from Paris, it had felt like she was trying to squeeze herself back into a life that no longer had room for her. She should've known the holidays would only heighten the imposter syndrome that followed her around like a shadow.

Last Christmas, life was so different that on days like this she found it difficult to fathom. From team nights out to spending Christmas Day all together at Rossi’s, Emily had never felt more at home. Only two months later, a phone call from Sean McAllister tore through her life - she wondered now if she’d ever find that feeling of home again.

Aaron could see her struggling. He saw her struggling to find her footing again, saw how she was overcompensating in both her work and personal life, desperate for things just to go back to how they were. However, he didn't want to force her into a conversation she wasn’t ready to have, and risk spooking her. He knew from experience that this was something she needed to come to him with, on her own terms.

In the end he’d had to prompt her. A gentle reminder that bad days were something he was all too familiar with, that he was always there for her should she need him. When he found her not even three days later, curled in on herself alone on the jet, he knew he’d made the right call.

“Have dinner with Jack and I tonight,” he proposed.

He didn’t miss the way her face faltered, the ramblings of imposing on them forming in her head, so he spoke again before she could get the words out of her mouth.

“I’m serious, Em. Jack would love to see you and I may or may not have left all my Christmas wrapping to the last minute. I could really use another pair of hands,”

She thought about it for a minute, before shooting him a mischievous smirk. Something he hadn't seen in far too long, something so distinctly Emily that had his stomach doing flips.

“You’re playing dirty Hotch, you know I can never say no to that angel of a son you’ve got,” she grinned.

“It’s true! He’s been asking for weeks when he can next have a playdate ‘Emmy’,” he smiled.

“He really does love you,”.

The sincerity in his tone alleviated any anxiety that had previously been looming over her, and she felt her cheeks warm as she turned her head to meet his soft gaze.

“Does six-thirty work?”

As promised, a knock on the front door rang through the Hotchner Household at six-thirty on the dot. Emily stood outside the door, grinning to herself as she heard a screech from the other side, followed by the thundering of footsteps running down the hall.

“DAD!”

Suddenly the door swung open, and to her surprise, she found Jack staring up at her from inside the apartment.

“EMMY!” he screamed, a whole millisecond before launching himself against her, hugging her legs so tight she had to grab the door frame for balance.

“Hey little guy!” she giggled, crouching down to his eye level. “Oh, I’ve missed you!” She wrapped her arms around him and gave him a proper hug, blinking away the tears that had welled in her eyes as she heard Aaron’s footsteps round the corner.

“At least let Emily get in the door Jack,” He chastised, but she could hear the humour in his tone. “Sorry about that, come on in Emily.” He offered her his hand to help her up, and ignored the shiver that ran through his body as her hand slid so perfectly into his.

“Never apologise for that sweet boy - if I’m going to get a welcome like that everytime I come over, you’ll never get rid of me,” Emily laughed.

“Don’t give Jack any ideas, that’s his idea of heaven,” He smiled at her.

Wordlessly, he appeared behind her and gently slipped her coat off her shoulders. Her eyes fluttered shut for a fleeting moment as she relished the feel of his breath on the back of her neck. Something about the way he skimmed her shoulders ever so gently she could only just feel it, had her heart beating that little bit faster.

Emily knew she couldn’t feel this way about him. But if she was truly honest with herself, she had done for years now.

She couldn't pinpoint the exact moment she fell in love with him, instead she felt it had crept up on her, getting stronger and stronger until it consumed her. She loved everything about him - from his dedication to his work to the dimple in his left cheek. Most of all, she loved the way he put his son before anything else in his life. Despite everything they’d both been through, Aaron had still raised the kindest, politest, most perfect little boy - a carbon copy of his father through and through.

“I hope you don’t mind, but Jack has decided the only thing he was willing to eat tonight was a Happy Meal, so I ordered in McDonalds. Chicken nuggets are still your favourite, right?” He said, grinning.

She narrowed her eyes at him as she tried to deflect attention from the blush forming across her cheeks. It was something he used to tease her mercilessly for, how she’d grown up immersed in so many different cuisines around the world, yet her favourite dish was a six chicken nugget meal from McDonalds.

“Try all you want to embarrass me, but I can assure you it won’t work - I have no shame.” She replied, following him into the kitchen.

“Look Emily, I put your plate next to mine so we can sit next to each other at the table!” Jack exclaimed, as he grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the table.

“Wow, Jack, thank you!” She chuckled, throwing a reassuring smile to Aaron over her shoulder before following Jack to the table, leaving Aaron to plate their food.

“So tell me something,” She began as she folded the sides of the paper up and onto the gift she was currently wrapping. “Did you really invite me over to check in on me, or did you just need someone to wrap all your gifts?”

He laughed, shaking his head as he passed her a piece of tape.

“Busted,” He replied, a grin on his face.

“Knew it!” She laughed, swatting his arm playfully as she accepted the tape gratefully, securing the paper against the box.

“Okay, this one is good to join the rest under the tree,” She stated, handing him the present as he made his way to the large Christmas tree.

She began to unwind more paper from the roll, cutting a new piece ready for the next gift. When she reached around to take said next gift from Aaron, he was suddenly much closer than she remembered him being before. He sat the present on the floor next to him, before reaching out and gently squeezing her arm.

“All jokes aside Emily, I’m worried about you.” He said, a sincerity to his tone that made her feel exposed - she should’ve known she could never hide anything from him. She took a deep breath, and gently blew it out, before turning to face him.

She was met with eyes swimming with concern. “That bad?” He asked her.

“What?” She asked, genuinely confused.

“That’s your tell,” He told her, eyebrows furrowing.

“It is? For how long?” She stuttered.

“Uh, ever since I’ve known you?” He deadpanned, as she rolled her eyes.

“Well, you have one too.” She huffed in response.

“I do?” He smiled.

“Yeah, only I’m not going to tell you what it is or you’ll stop doing it.” She giggled.

“I see,” He replied, a genuine smile on his face. They sat for a moment, simply looking at one another, comfortable silence engulfing them.

“Do you want to talk about it?” He began tentatively.

“I guess…“ She started shakily. “The holidays are just hard, I guess.” She tried to shrug it off, desperate to convince him she was fine so she could leave this state of sheer vulnerability. The moment she faced him she knew that it was pointless, that he would see right through her.

“It's more the thought of the fact that I finally felt like…”

“Like you had a home?” He prompted.

“Yeah…” She replied, her voice tight, sharply inhaling as tears she refused to let fall brimmed in her eyes as she met his. “He took my home, Aaron,” She breathed out, her vision clouding over as she felt a stray tear fall from her lash line.

Aaron reached his hand up to carefully wipe it away, cradling her face in his hands like she was made of glass. The reverence in his touch only caused more tears to fall. She leant into his touch as he skimmed her cheekbone with this thumb.

“Emily, listen to me when I say this - you are home.” He told her, with so much sincerity behind his words.

“This is your home - we are your home. I need you to know that,” His voice suddenly sounding thick.

She was sure she heard something in her neck crack as she snapped her head back up to find him so close their noses were close to touching.

“Do you mean that?” She all but whispered.

“You’ve always had a home with me.” He choked out, his thumb still tracing her skin.

They stared at one another for a moment, eyes fleeting down to one another's lips and back to each other, as a feeling of understanding settled between the two - both acutely aware of the shift about to occur between them.

The moment their lips met, she knew he was right. He was always right.

This was her home. All her fears, all her anxieties melted away the second he pulled her into his embrace.

He cupped the back of her head, fingers trailing through her dark hair as her hands ran across his shoulders, and up to the short hair at the base of his neck. What began as something delicate and tentative quickly progressed, the second he gave her hair a light tug.

He swallowed up her moan, pulling back quickly before diving back in, chasing her lips. Before they even knew what was happening, he had manoeuvred her onto the floor as he hovered above her, her hands stroking the strong muscles in his back as he snuck his under the soft material of her sweater, groaning at the feel of the soft skin that lay beneath.

However, their bubble burst suddenly as Emily cried out, quickly pushing him off of her.

“Oh god, Emily, I don’t- I’m so sorry, I completely overstepped-“ He began.

“Aaron,” She smiled, cutting him off from his rambling. Why was she smiling? Hadn’t he just completely taken advantage of her?

“Relax - I just rolled onto the scissors,” She giggled.

“Oh. Oh,” He replied as relief washed over him.

She crawled off the floor and up towards him, pushing him back against the edge of the couch as she settled in his lap. She mimicked his earlier movements, running her thumb over his cheekbone.

“I’m home.” She whispered, tears brimming in her eyes again.

“You’re home,” He choked out in reply, as he brought his hand to the back of her head again, holding her in place. He kissed the tip of her nose, and slowly pulled back to look her in the eyes again.

“You have tape in your hair,” He said barely above a whisper, and she barked out a laugh as her face flushed red, resting her forehead against his.

“Way to ruin the moment you asshole,” She laughed, removing the rogue piece of tape from her hair.

They had so much to discuss, a lot to work though, but all of it could wait.

This was her forever home after all. They had all the time in the world.

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Hi bestie! I was wondering if you considered writing a sequel to “Take My Hand, Take My Whole Life Too” where Emily meets her parents somewhere by accident and they find out she has kids? It would be interesting to see their reaction 🙂

hiii bestie <3

love this. It always means so much when people want to see more from a little universe I've created. This very quickly turned into a two parter, and part 2 will be up later in the week!

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Some Things Are Meant to Be

She freezes at the sound of the voice she hadn’t heard in years, her shoulders tight as she turns, her jaw clenched as their eyes meet, a face she hadn’t seen in two decades staring right back at her.

A sequel to Take My Hand, Take My Whole Life Too

Part 1/2

-x-

Words: 2.8k

Warnings: estranged parents

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

October 2013

Emily smiles, her face pressed into her husband’s pillow, as she hears the thundering footsteps of her youngest daughter in the hallway.

She knew what her family were up to. Aaron had woken her up as he snuck out of bed, whispering Happy Birthday against her hairline before he told her to go back to sleep. She’d wrapped her arms around his pillow and settled deeper into the mattress, but she didn’t get any more sleep. Instead, she’d laid there, content and relaxed as she listened to her husband and their daughters make breakfast for her, their attempts to whisper and keep quiet pointless, their home a place that was always loud and busy.

She loved it. Loved the happiness that permeated everything, the gentle chaos that came with raising three girls with the man she loved. It was so normal to her, so beautifully ordinary, that her life before them seemed like it happened to somebody else. That it hadn’t been her who had sat in front of her parents just shy of her 23rd birthday and been forced to choose between the life they wanted for her and the one she was living.

It had been 20 years and she hadn’t regretted it for a moment. Hadn’t had one second where she thought she’d made the wrong decision by walking away from them. Even if things hadn’t worked out with Aaron, if their relationship had fizzled out or collapsed around them, she knew that she wouldn’t have regretted it. Her life would have been her own either way, no longer weighed down by expectations she never would have been able to live up to.

She closes her eyes just before the bedroom door opens, pretending to be asleep as Mae loudly sneaks into the room. The 5-year-old clambers onto the bed, landing on Emily as she sits next to her, her tiny hands pressing into her mother’s face.

“Mommy,” Mae stage whispers, louder than she usually was, “Wake up, Mommy.”

Emily makes a show of opening her eyes and yawning, smiling as her eyes meet those of her daughter, smiling as she pulls her little girl into a hug, Mae’s giggle lost against her chest.

“Morning, baby,” she says, pressing several kisses in a row to Mae’s head, revelling in the way her youngest still let her love on her this way. Evelyn was beyond it now, claiming at the grand old age of 14 that she was a grown-up, and Hazel was getting there, testing the boundaries of her independence for the first time since she’d turned 10 just a few months ago.

Emily loved that her girls were independent, that she and Aaron had raised them to be fierce and confident, but she missed when they needed her more than they did now. The long days of early motherhood that seemed to endlessly drag on at the time now behind her. She felt like she constantly went from being proud of who her daughters were becoming to missing when the only place they’d sleep was in her arms.

Becoming a mother had only made her more angry at her own, somehow even more frustrated at her parents for cutting her off for nothing more than falling in love with a man they thought they were above. She knew, no matter what, that she and Aaron would always make sure their children were loved and that they knew they were.

They’d never have to doubt it like she had.

“Happy Birthday, Mommy,” Mae says, tilting her head back to look up at her, her smile wide as their eyes meet.

Emily runs her fingers through her dark hair, smiling as Mae leans into it, “Thank you,” she says, “Are they making breakfast down there?”

Mae nods, “Daddy says they’ll bring it up to you.”

She hums contentedly and pulls Mae closer, “In that case, we can just sit here and snuggle until they are finished.”

“Love you, Mommy,” Mae says, pressing her face into her neck, her fingers tracing the chain of Emily’s necklace.

Emily rests her cheek on top of Mae’s head and sighs contentedly, “Love you too, sweet girl.”

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June 1992

At first, she isn’t sure what’s woken her up.

She rolls onto her back, yawning as she stretches, the delicious ache in her muscles making her sigh contentedly. She turns her head and smiles when she sees Aaron is still asleep, his mouth slack and his arm heavy across her waist. In the few months they’d been seeing each other she’d rarely woken up before him, so she takes a moment to look at him, to study his features whilst he’s entirely relaxed.

She’s just about to reach out to press her thumb into the space between his eyebrows, the place where they usually creased together, when a knock at the door makes her jump, followed by the door handle rattling.

“Emily? Why is the door locked?” Elizabeth asks, her irritation clear even through the heavy wood.

“Fuck,” Emily mutters, her hand on Aaron’s shoulder as she shakes it, dragging him from sleep as she stands up, clamouring for her robe so she can cover herself, “Aaron, wake up.”

“What?” He asks, blinking against the light in the room, his brain not quite catching up with why he was awake.

“You need to get up, my mother is out there” she says, pulling the covers off of him and walking towards the closet before she opens the door, “Get in the closet.”

He frowns, and she’s sure she’d find it adorable if her mother wasn’t seconds away from accidentally finding out about the relationship they’d kept hidden, “What, Emily I’m not-”

“Emily,” Elizabeth says, knocking on the door again, “I know you’re in there and I really need to speak to you.”

Emily looks back at him, her eyes wide, an edge of desperation in them he can’t ignore, “Get in there. Now.”

He sighs and nods, walking over to the closet and pulling the door closed behind him. Emily makes quick work of tidying up the bed, making sure it only looked like one person had been sleeping in it, and she flattens her hair before she walks over to the door. She gives herself a second before she undoes the lock and pulls the door open, hoping that the smile she gives her mother seems genuine.

“Mother, sorry I was about to get into the shower,” she says, leaning on the doorframe, “Is everything okay?”

Elizabeth narrows her eyes and looks past her into the bedroom, her eyebrow raised as she looks back at her daughter, “I just wanted to remind you about tonight.”

Emily frowns, “Tonight?”

“The benefit, Emily. The one I’ve been planning for weeks,” Elizabeth says, her arms crossed over her chest as she looks sternly at her daughter, “Your father and I expect you to be there.”

She sighs and nods, her brain finally catching up with her, “Right. The benefit, of course, I’ll be there.”

Elizabeth hums, “And remember, be nice to Agent Hotchner.”

Emily chokes on a laugh and it takes all of her self control to not turn and look at the closet she’d made him stand in, the thin door he was hiding behind nowhere near thick enough to block out her conversation with her mother, “Why…why wouldn’t I be nice to him?”

“You’re never nice to the security staff,” Elizabeth quips, her eyebrow raised, “And it’s his first one of these he’s working so I’d rather not have you scare someone else off,” she says, “I don’t have the time to find a replacement.”

She has to press her lips together to stop herself from laughing and she nods as she clears her throat, “I’ll be extra nice to him,” she says, fighting a smile, “I promise.”

“Anyway, I’ve got to get going. We’ve got plenty to get done before this evening,” Elizabeth says, turning to leave before she pauses, casting one last look back at her daughter, “And please try to run a brush through your hair before this evening, you look like you’ve been dragged through a hedge.”

Emily scoffs as she places her hands on her hair again, trying to flatten it as her mother walks away. She blows out a breath as she steps back into her bedroom, locking the door behind her again before she rests her head against it.

“Can I come out now?”

She screws her eyes shut and hides a wince, embarrassment at her reaction to hide him coursing through her as she replies, “Yes.”

For a man who was wearing nothing but the boxers he’d shoved on as he scrambled out of bed, he walks out of the closet with a type of confidence that makes her stomach flip, “That was an interesting way to start the day.”

“I’m sorry,” she says, pushing herself off of the door and walking towards him, wrapping her arms around him, smiling bashfully as she looks up at him, “I just didn’t want her to find out about us because she found you naked in my bed.”

He hums as he wraps his arms around her, pulling her so they are chest to chest as he stamps a kiss against her lips. With anyone else, he’s sure he’d feel offended that she’d thrown him out of bed and hidden him, but he knows her relationship with her parents is complicated. He’d seen it first hand, had witnessed the struggle between reality and expectation and both sides, and he knew she liked to keep as much of her life separate from them as possible.

It was one of the reasons they’d ended up together in the first place. She never invited any of her friends over, forcing herself to be somewhat of a lonely figure, nothing like the fun, intelligent 21-year-old he knew her to be. Her summer at home between her undergrad and masters had started with her isolating herself, eventually becoming so bored she’d started to hang out with him. A permanent, and entirely welcome, distraction as he tried to work. It felt inevitable when they kissed, a press of her lips against his one night after they shared a drink and sad, surface-level, stories about their childhoods.

Aaron knew he’d remain a secret of hers forever if that’s what she wanted, no matter how impractical that would be.

“It’s okay, sweetheart,” he says, kissing her again, “Although, if we really are going to make a go of this, they are going to have to find out at some point.”

She groans as she rests her forehead against his shoulder, “I know,” she mutters, pressing a kiss to his bare skin, the action turning into a smile when he shivers, “But not yet.”

He hooks a finger under her chin and makes him look up at her, “Not yet,” he agrees, kissing the corner of her mouth, smiling when she turns her head to capture his lips in a proper kiss. He can still feel the tension in her shoulders, the anxiety only her parents could cause, and he wants to get rid of it, wants to give her the slow peaceful morning they’d intended to have. “I seem to remember overhearing you saying you were going to be extra nice to me.”

She smiles devilishly and leads him back to the bed, encouraging him to sit down before she straddles his lap, his hands never leaving her hips. She undoes the robe she’s wearing and lets it fall open before she leans forward, pausing just before her lips touch his.

“I’ll show you just how nice I can be.”

___

“Mom,” Evelyn hisses as she makes it to her side, her eyes darting around to see if any of her friends have seen her, “You didn’t have to meet me right outside,” she says, adjusting her book bag over her shoulder, “Everyone else’s parents are meeting them in the parking lot.”

Emily chuckles and walks alongside her daughter, “Evie, I had to park at Union Station, there’s no way I’m letting you walk there by yourself,” she says, smiling as the teenager rolls her eyes at her, “Besides, you should be grateful it’s me who came to pick you up. Your Dad wanted to get a picture of you outside the Capitol Building.”

Evelyn shudders at the thought of it, as if she can’t think of anything worse than posing for a photo for her parents, “Why?”

“Because we’re proud of you,” she says, “It’s not every day your kid gets invited to the Student Government Conference.”

The irony of Evelyn’s aptitude for and love of politics was not lost on Emily. She’d joined the Student Government in middle school and loved it, and she’d been part of one ever since. She found it fascinating, the ins and outs of the laws and how they were made one of her favourite things to learn.

Emily often thought that her daughter was the child her mother had always wanted in some ways. Evelyn was just like Emily - she was opinionated, wilful and stubborn, but she was also empathetic and kind and just a little bit wild. They were all traits Elizabeth had hated in Emily, things she’d desperately tried to fix that Emily hadn’t seen the beauty in herself until she saw them in her own daughters, but she thinks her mother would have been a lot more forgiving of them if she’d had the interests that Evelyn did. If they’d shared a love for the politics that had actually been a wedge between them, a gap neither one of them could, or would, cross.

“It’s not that big a deal.”

Emily comes to a stop and places her hand on Evelyn’s arm, squeezing gently before she lets go, “Yes, sweetie, it is. We’re very proud of you.”

Evelyn fights a smile and crosses her arms over her chest, “Thank you, Mom” she replies, looking around to make sure none of her friends have overheard her before she carries on walking, “Do you think that pride will get me pizza tonight?”

Emily laughs and nods, “I think your dad will let you-”

“Emily?”

She freezes at the sound of the voice she hadn’t heard in years, her shoulders tight as she turns, her jaw clenched as their eyes meet, a face she hadn’t seen in 20 years staring right back at her. She stands frozen for a moment, stuck between her past and her present, before she feels a hand on her arm.

“Mom?” Evelyn says, her dark eyes full of concern as Emily looks at her, “Are you okay?”

Emily hears how the woman standing in front of them gasps quietly as Evelyn calls her mom, and she nods and digs her keys out of her pocket, grateful that they are now close enough to the car that she could see it, “I’m fine, go get in the car, honey.”

Evelyn frowns, looking back and forth between her mother and the familiar looking stranger in front of them, “Mom, what’s-”

“The car, Evelyn,” Emily says, harsher than she means to, something that only registers as hurt flashes across her daughter's face. She sighs and tucks some of Evelyn’s hair behind her ear, “Please,” she says, her voice softer now, “Go get in the car and I’ll come to meet you in a minute.”

Evelyn flicks her eyes between the two women again before she nods, taking the keys from Emily, flashing a tight smile at her before she turns away, “See you in a minute.”

Emily watches her go, her eyes fixed on her daughter’s retreating figure, not taking her eyes off of her before she sees her climb into the front passenger seat of the car. It’s only then that Emily turns to look at the woman in front of her, still rooted to the spot.

She looks the same bar a few lines around her eyes. As if two decades hadn’t passed since they’d last seen each other. She clears her throat and clasps her hands in front of her, her fingers automatically curling around her wedding rings, Aaron’s love pressing from the cool metal into her skin.

When she speaks, she’s proud that her voice doesn’t shake, that she doesn’t give any indication of the war waging within her.

“Hello, Mother.”

-x-

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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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Twas The Night Before Christmas...

fandom: criminal minds pairing: emily prentiss/aaron hotchner rating: E words: 2,106 tags/warnings: no warnings, mentions of christmas and baking, dad girl!aaron, cute family fluff, slightly distressed emily

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Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, not a creature was stirring, except for Aaron and Emily's 1 year old daughter who was wrecking havoc with the kitchen cabinets. Her new favorite thing was to stand in the kitchen and slam the cabinets repeatedly squealing the loudest, happiest squeal imaginable.

As soon as Charlotte was able to stand on her own, all she wanted to do was slam anything that had doors. The cabinets in the kitchen once had baby-proof locks on them all but Charlotte quickly let her parents know just how much she hated those dang contraptions, so Aaron removed one from them just so she could slam it closed in happy bliss. They'd easily admit to enjoying hearing her laughing screams over her angry ones any day.

Emily stood in the kitchen trying her hardest not to have a complete mental breakdown as she desperately tried to finish baking cookies for Dave's big Christmas party. Dave took on cooking the actual food and Emily had volunteered to bake some goodies since baking was more her forte than actual cooking.

Between the loud commotion of her daughter's gleeful screams, the very loud repeated slamming of her kitchen cabinets and forgetting where she put her grandmother's famous cookie recipe and having to do it completely by memory, she was on the tail end of an overstimulated meltdown.

Just as she was about to grab her phone and call Aaron to see what was taking so long at the store she had sent him to (she already knew- it was Christmas Eve, the stores were probably packed with last minute shoppers), he came barreling into the house covered in snow and quickly throwing out an apology.

Charlotte only stopped slamming the cabinet doors once she heard her father's voice and quickly pushed herself back onto her butt so she could crawl over to her mother. Emily was rounding the kitchen island to get to the oven when her daughter latched on to her leg and helped herself up by bunching Emily's pajama pants into her little fists and babbling 'ma ma ma ma' over and over again until she was picked up.

"Hang on, baby, I need to check the cookies real quick," Emily told her as she shuffled her feet slowly across the floor as to not knock Charlotte down. Aaron nearly sprinted into the kitchen, setting the brown paper bag full of Emily's requested items onto the counter.

"Sorry it took so long," he apologized again. "There were surprisingly a lot of people at the store fighting for what small amount of things were left on the shelves."

Emily hummed a response, letting her husband know she heard him but didn't say anything further. Charlotte still clung to her pants leg still yelling for Emily to pick her up. Emily closed the oven door after quickly checking the cookies and then picked up her daughter who then immediately almost launched herself out of her mother's arms to get to Aaron. Emily quickly tightened her grip on her before she could fly out of her arms which only caused Charlotte to yell. Aaron stepped up to them both opening his hands up for his daughter who squeaked as she clambered out of Emily's arms to get to his.

He watched his wife sigh and close her eyes. Her tongue darted out of her mouth to quickly wet her lips. Aaron reached over to grab her wrist, running a soothing thumb over it. "Go sit down and take a break. I've got her and I'll keep an eye on things in here."

She quickly leaned over to kiss him on the lips and then eagerly left the kitchen. She all but ragdolled onto the couch throwing her head back against it and closing her eyes. The kitchen wasn't too far away from where she was, but far enough away that everything was quieter. She sucked in a deep breath to collect herself and relax. She loved her daughter, but this stage of banging on everything and constantly screaming for one of her parent's to pay attention to her was driving her mad, especially since she'd been home all day with her and didn't have a lick of time to herself- minus the whole thirty minute nap that Charlotte had earlier in the day. It was nearly 9 pm and Emily wasn't sure how their daughter was managing to stay awake with so much energy after only having such a short nap.

She was quickly knocked out of her thoughts when she heard the cabinets slamming again. She sighed with a chuckle when she could hear her yelling 'da da da da' over and over again and Aaron playfully yelling over the slamming doors.

She was about to abandon her semi-quiet alone time when she saw Aaron out of the corner of her eye. He stepped into the living room with Charlotte under his left arm like he was holding a football.

"The timer for this batch went off, do you want me to put them in the containers and put in the next batch?" He dramatically bounced their daughter which caused her to full on belly laugh, he legs flailing wilding behind him.

"Yeah, go ahead, I'm right behind you."

"I got it, you can stay there."

She stood up anyway, playfully rolling her eyes at him. "I still have to make the brownies." To which he easily responded, "I can do that, too."

"I know you can, but it's hard to do all of that when you have a one year old glued to you, trust me." She reached her arms out for her daughter and Charlotte giggled loudly as Aaron pretended to drop her. "Mama!" Charlotte yelled reaching out for her, her whole body shaking in a giggle fit.

"Oh, mama can't save you!" Aaron cackled. Keeping her side-ways under his arm, he bounced off to the kitchen, the small amount of hair on her head bouncing with her father's exaggerated stomps.

Emily followed laughing at their silly antics. Aaron maneuvered Charlotte right side up so that she had her legs around his back and chest, and his arm underneath her butt. He pulled the cookies out of the oven and began putting them in the containers on the counter. Emily joined him, helping him with the lids since he was one-handed. As soon as Charlotte saw her, she started crying for her and kicking herself out of Aaron's arms.

"Whoa, Char. You're gunna fall if you keep doing that," he told her as he quickly used both hands to grab her. Of course that didn't stop her, she kept kicking her feet and yelling for Emily until she finally stepped back and let Charlotte practically fall into her arms.

"I got this," Aaron told her again, nodding to the cookies on the counter. She stood back, not really having a choice as her daughter clung to her chest. She pressed her face into Emily's neck, wriggling her nose as if trying to burrow into her mother's skin- a tell tale sign that she was getting tired.

Emily held her close, resting her cheek on the top of her head. "Are you ready for bed, sweet girl? It's been such a long day, hm?"

Of course, Charlotte protested. "Okay, okay." Emily chuckled. "Do you want down?" She tried to lean down to set her feet on the floor but Charlotte clung tighter to her and whined.

At that, Aaron turned around opening his hands back up to his daughter. "Wanna help daddy put the cookies on the baking sheet?" She grunted a mean noise, adjusting herself in Emily's arms, hiding her face even more in her neck.

"You've had mommy all day. Can I have Charlotte time?" Charlotte pulled back slightly from her mother to look at Aaron and whined another angry noise, this time with a playful, albeit, mischievous smile on her face.

"Okay, fine. Can I have mommy time? I haven't seen her allllll daaay." He stepped up to his wife and quickly pecked her on the lips, leaning over their daughter to do it which caused Charlotte to take her foot, plant it directly on his chest and shove him away.

Emily snorted a laugh. "That's not very nice, Char." Charlotte only giggled.

Aaron tried again, this time purposely smooshing Charlotte between them, his arms circling around Emily and slightly squeezing. "Mommy and Char time it is, then." He kissed Emily again and then kissed the top of their daughter's head. She didn't protest this time.

"Want me to put her down?" Aaron asked, his arms still around them. They began to slightly sway. Charlotte let out a small yawn, rubbing her face into Emily's chest again, her eyes drifting shut.

"If she'll let you."

Aaron pulled back and took her out of Emily's arms easily, the toddler quickly giving up the fight to stay awake. Aaron hugged her to his chest, kissing the top of her head again before kissing Emily again.

"Be back in a few," he told her and then disappeared out of the kitchen.

Emily busied herself with placing the cookie dough on the baking sheet and putting them in the oven and then starting the brownie batter. She was putting the last of the cookies into the containers and shoving the brownies in the oven when she heard her husband walk back into the kitchen.

"She go down without a fight?" She asked closing the oven door and turning to face him. She leaned her back against the counter while she used a towel to wipe her hands.

Aaron chuckled. "She kept asking for you, but we managed."

She smiled at him and he was quick to step up to her, kissing her once again and pulling her into a proper hug. "You okay?" he asked.

Emily hummed thoughtfully. "Yeah, it's just been a day. She only went down for a thirty minute nap around noon and she's been an energizer bunny ever since."

"I'm sorry I couldn't come home sooner," he tells her almost sadly. She huffs a laugh. "It's not a problem, honey."

"I know, but I know what it's like to be alone with her when she's in her full on energizer bunny mode. Remember when you went out with JJ and Penelope a few weeks ago and I was only here with her for three hours? I almost called you crying."

She full on laughs at that which causes him to smile. "Are you tired?" She asks him suddenly. He cocks an eyebrow at her. "Why?"

She lets her arms that are around his neck fall to his chest. "We can finish this up and...go to bed." She licks her lips, pulling her bottom lip in between her teeth.

"This your way of asking for baby number 3?" Aaron wiggles his eyebrows at her. She slaps his chest. "If you knock me up with baby number 3 any time soon, I'm kicking your ass."

"Promises, promises," Aaron says, stamping his lips to hers again.

" Oh, Jack called earlier, wanted me to tell you Merry Christmas."

"Ah yes, baby number 1. He having fun with Jess?" She leans her head down on his shoulder.

"From what I can tell. She got him a new bike and gave it to him early so he's been outside most of the day."

She hums. "That explains why he didn't answer his phone when I called him this morning."

"Boys and their toys." He says, pulling her even closer to him, giving her a small squeeze.

They stood like that for a while before Aaron pulled away. "We have a few minutes on these brownies, why don't you go get ready for bed. I can finish up in here."

She tried to protest but he untangled her from himself and nudged her towards their bedroom. "You've been on your feet all day, go get in bed." He nudged her towards their bedroom, swatting her butt playfully as she sauntered away.

"I can't promise I'll still be awake when you get done." She says over her shoulder.

"That's okay," He tells her. "I can have fun without you."

She turns at that, bursting into a loud laugh.

"That's not how baby number 3 gets made, honey." She throws a quick wink and smile at him before she dips inside their bedroom, closing the door behind her.

Aaron stood in the kitchen dumbfounded and desperately trying to speed up time so he could get these brownies put up and make his way to his wife.

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Rated: T Warnings: n/a Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Emily Prentiss Word Count: 2.7k Read on Ao3

Rossi throws a New Year’s Eve party, and Aaron spends his night trying to avoid the one person he can’t stop staring at.

Aaron stood at the makeshift bar just off the kitchen and twisted open the top button of his shirt, hoping to relieve the restlessness that had been prickling under his skin ever since he stepped inside the house.

He blamed Dave. His supposed friend, with his penchant for top-shelf liquor, imported cigars, and extravagant gatherings, who insisted that New Year’s Eve was an occasion to be celebrated amongst friends.

Or maybe he would turn his blame on Corbin Jefferson of Lexington, Kentucky. A repulsive man who managed to pull the team away from their families and holiday festivities with his murderous antics, evaded their presence for a week, only to let himself get captured with just enough time for the team to return for Rossi’s party.

Aaron could provide anyone who bothered to ask a list of reasons why this day, this party, was the source of his cynicism. For one, a general disdain for occasions whose existence was predicated on drinking yourself into a massive hangover, especially to commemorate something as mundane as changing numbers on a calendar. Or perhaps, the chronic disappointment that always seemed to follow this night, optimism and high expectations that were never really satisfied. He might have even mentioned a particularly traumatic breakup that took place in Molly Griffin’s basement in tenth grade when, upon searching for his then-girlfriend a few minutes before their midnight kiss, he found her lip-locked in a closet with senior Blake Thomas.

This list, noticeably, would neglect to include the main reason for his uneasiness this evening. That reason was currently leaning against the kitchen island, dressed in an indecently attractive black dress, and smiling at the waiter who refilled her champagne.

The sight of her faint alcohol-induced flush and the lock of hair that fell against the back of her neck, having slipped out of her carefully crafted chignon, was enough to make Aaron toss back the last of his first allotted drink of the night and slip into the living room.

Despite his reticence, even Aaron could admit that his friend had managed to pull together a sufficiently impressive celebration. A handful of waitstaff bustled around the house, ensuring guests were plied with generous amounts of food and alcohol. Heaters were strategically placed on the back porch so they could enjoy their cigars despite the December chill. The children ran around with party hats and noisemakers, allowed to stay up past their bedtimes just this once.

He was watching Jack and Henry debate Reid on the scientific potential and accuracy of the Jurassic Park movies when he found himself flanked on either side by JJ and Dave.

“Having fun?” Dave handed him a refreshed glass.

Aaron tipped it in thanks. “You’ve always known how to throw a good party.”

Dave turned to JJ and smirked, “Notice how he never actually answers the question.”

“Don’t be such a grump, Hotch.” JJ jostled him with her elbow, chuckling. “It’s New Year’s Eve.”

“Exactly,” he replied dryly. Noticing she was curiously carrying a drink in each hand, he asked, “Is that for Will?”

“For Emily, actually.” She nodded towards the French doors leading out to the backyard, where they saw Emily standing by herself. Aaron sipped his drink, swallowing hard and feeling the burn of the whiskey move down his throat.

“But it’s almost midnight,” JJ continued, “and I do need to go find Will. Do you think you can bring this out to her?” She held out a glass of champagne.

The ask seemed innocent enough, though Aaron wondered why this whole encounter felt specifically contrived to make him as uncomfortable as possible. He looked at Dave, whose expression remained neutral, revealing nothing.

But neither of them could have known about the incident, and despite the fact that his chest suddenly felt painfully tight, he couldn’t find a reason to decline without appearing extraordinarily rude.

“Um, yes, of course.” He glanced at both of them again. “Excuse me.”

He weaved through the other guests in the room and paused just before he reached the back doors, taking a deep breath in an attempt to settle himself before he opened the doors to the one person who had been careful to avoid him all evening.

The incident had occurred three weeks earlier.

Emily had taken to joining him on late nights in the office, an increased caseload forcing Aaron to stay in the office later and later. Sometimes she would divide the files, quietly working alongside him until they managed to clear the pile on his desk. Other nights, she simply kept him company for a few hours, raiding the alcohol from Rossi’s office and forcing Aaron to take breaks every so often.

He didn’t get nearly as much work completed on those nights, but he never really seemed to mind.

The storm came in unexpectedly that night. A torrential downpour that flooded the streets almost immediately, making it dangerous to drive home. Aaron made a call to Jessica to let her know he’d be staying at the office until the storm cleared and wished Jack good night over the phone.

She knocked on his door a few minutes later, after he had already settled down at his desk with an open file and an indulgent glass of scotch.

“Stuck here too?”

“Yes,” Aaron sighed. “I let Jessica know I likely won’t make it home tonight. Is anyone else still here?”

“No, they all made it out before the rain started.” Emily poured herself a glass, an established comfort in this space from so much time spent together, and dropped into the chair across from him.

He returned to his work with a nod, feeling her eyes on him as she silently sipped her drink.

Finally, she quipped, “Has anyone ever told you that you work too hard?”

He looked up at her, lifting a sardonic eyebrow, sure that she had repeated that exact sentence to him on numerous occasions. She laughed at his expression, and he couldn’t help but smile.

“Oh, all right,” she sighed and pulled a folder off the pile. “What’s on the docket?”

Aaron couldn’t say how much time had passed, only that the new bottle of scotch he had opened was now half empty, and both he and Emily had somehow found their way to the couch.

Case files remained open and forgotten on his desk. She had kicked off her shoes, her legs tucked underneath her with her elbow resting on the back of the couch. His jacket and tie were hanging off the back of a chair, his legs propped up on the coffee table and his head tipped back against the cushion.

Emily was telling him a story about her youthful misadventures, and he had turned towards her, smiling softly as he watched her become more and more animated in her narration.

The alcohol made him notice things he was normally very good at not noticing. The way her eyes widened and sparkled when she got excited. The curve of her body, pliant and soft as it molded into the cushions. The scent of her, vanilla and cedar and something else he couldn’t name but was undoubtedly Emily. The way she gestured with her hands when she spoke, which made him inexplicably want to grab onto one and press his lips against her wrist.

“— and that’s the first and last time I agreed to a threesome.”

Aaron blinked, realizing he hadn’t heard the last few minutes of Emily’s story, his eyes widening as he absorbed what she had just said.

She grinned, a peal of laughter escaping her lips. “You should see your face.” Aaron coughed, sitting up straight. “You zoned out there for a while; I was wondering when you’d notice.”

“Yes, um, sorry about that.” Looking down at his shoes, he brushed both palms against his knees. “So the, ah, threesome was…”

“A joke?” She laughed again. “Yes.”

He gave a hoarse chuckle, his mouth suddenly devoid of moisture.

A mild awkwardness hovered in the air; the only sound for a while was the rain beating relentlessly against the window.

“It doesn’t look like we’re getting any sleep tonight,” he finally murmured.

Two beats passed, then, “There’s always the couch.”

They looked at each other, the fact of there being a single couch unspoken yet suddenly frighteningly tangible, and it felt as if all the air had been lost from the room.

The sudden thundering of his heart matched the tempest outside. He watched her eyes drop down and back up to meet his. He heard his own intake of breath, felt his lips fall open just a bit. Their hands inched towards each other, fingertips grazing.

He bent; she leaned. And their lips were separated by less than an inch when a harsh clap of thunder startled them both.

Reality hit him like a bullet, and he jerked away.

“Hotch—”

“I’m going to, uh, go sleep in my car. You can— take the couch. Please. Make yourself comfortable.”

He rushed to grab his jacket, keys, phone, unable to meet her eyes.

“Hotch—”

“Good night, Emily.”

He fled to the elevator and down to the garage, grateful it was enclosed so the cold inside his car was tolerable. He fell into a discomfited sleep, aided by the alcohol still in his system, berating himself all the while for nearly crossing a line he had no business crossing. For rushing something he knew he wanted. But wanted the right way, the way she deserved.

The sun had just started to peek through the clear skies when he woke. When he trudged back upstairs, determined to speak with Emily, apologize and explain, he opened the door to his office and found it empty.

She arrived a few hours later, fresh-faced and joking with Derek as they walked out the elevator together. She paused in her steps when she saw him standing on the stairs, then politely wished him good morning and sat down at her desk.

They said nothing else, and she hadn’t knocked on his door since.

Through the glass, Aaron watched Emily pull her wrap around her, arms tight against her middle, shielding her from the cold. She swayed lightly on her feet, her back turned to him, underneath the warmth of the heaters.

Behind him, their friends had gathered around the TV, watching the few remaining minutes of the New Year’s Eve special before the countdown to midnight started.

Aaron sucked in a breath and nudged the door open, letting it fall closed behind him. “Hi.” She turned at the sound.

White wisps of air escaped her lightly parted lips. The red of her lipstick had faded away over the course of the evening, just a hint of pink left behind. The cold had flushed the expanse of her cheeks down to the tip of her nose.

It devastated him, how beautiful she was.

Hesitation was evident on her face, but still, she gave him a small smile. “Hey.”

“JJ asked me to give you this.” She accepted the champagne flute with a thanks.

Silence lingered, both of them unsure and shifting on their feet. He despised it.

The lack of her company, her friendship, was an unexpected void. She’d sit across from him, a layer of their usual professionalism shed in the late hours of the evening, and he would listen to her rant about a case, or describe Reid and Morgan’s latest pranks, or tease him about overworking. He didn’t realize just how much he had come to want it, need it.

“Emily,” he began, haltingly, “I’m sorry. About— about that night. I shouldn’t have—”

“It’s okay—”

“It’s not. I overstepped—”

“You didn’t,” she shook her head, “And I’m sorry too.”

“No, you don’t need—”

“I do. We—” she waved her hand indiscriminately, and Aaron ducked his head, cheeks burning, “and now it’s been…”

“Weird,” they said together, and then they both smiled tentatively, and it felt like something had finally cracked open.

“So now we just…”

“Go back to normal?”

“Yes. Normal.” He exhaled, releasing a plume of white air, a curious mix of relief and disappointment settling into his stomach. “So should we head back inside? It’s almost midnight.”

“Lead the way.”

Aaron pressed down on the handle and pulled, only to find the door curiously locked. He rattled the handle, pushed and pulled again, with no luck.

“It’s locked,” he said lamely.

Emily placed her glass down on a nearby table and approached a window. She knocked and waved, attempting to gain the attention of their friends who seemed to be conspicuously avoiding the noises coming from the back of the room. “Shit.”

“What’s going on? Should we go through the front door?”

Emily slowly stepped back, wringing her hands. “This, um, might be my fault.”

“Your fault?” Aaron’s eyebrows wrinkled in confusion. “How?”

“The girls and I…we, um, went out. After the Lexington case,” Emily’s voice wavered, an uncommon thread of nerves laced through. “And I might have, uh, told them. About that night.”

Aaron was rooted where he stood, the pit in his stomach widening and swallowing him whole.

“And you know how they are!” she waved her hands, voice raising. “They kept joking that we just needed to be locked in a room together, and—” she abruptly cut herself off.

“Why would they—”

“It doesn’t matter,” Emily began to pace, two steps left, two steps right, the words tumbling faster out of her mouth. “Anyway this was probably their stupid plan, even though I told them nothing would happen because obviously, you weren’t interested in—”

“I was interested.” The words escaped and hung in the air before he could stop them.

She froze, eyes going wide. “What?”

Aaron swallowed past the stone sitting in his throat. “I…wanted to. That night. For a while, actually.”

“But you…you ran!”

“It just didn’t feel right, Emily.” His heartbeat thundered in his ears, and he couldn’t be sure that he wasn’t yelling at her. “I care about you, and you deserved more than a drunken night in my office. Especially when I didn’t know if you felt…”

“Do you think I spend my evenings doing paperwork for fun?” This, she shouted.

They stared at each other, chests rising and falling as they caught their breath. A loud cheer erupted from inside, the starting chant of the countdown to a new year.

10!

Emily took a step toward him.

And said, “For a profiler, you are really oblivious.”

Aaron’s heart thudded once, twice.

He stepped forward, bridging the gap between them until their toes almost touched.

With a shaky hand, he tucked a fallen strand of hair behind her ear, fingers grazing her cheek.

Both of her hands came to rest on his chest.

“Don’t run this time,” she whispered, amused and affectionate.

He shook his head, the corner of his lips tugging up into a smile.

Aaron’s hands framed her face, the warmth of his palms against the cool of her cheeks, as he bent down.

1! Happy New Year!

She tasted like champagne. Crisp fruitiness on the tongue that licked against his lips, teasing and goading. He shuddered in her embrace, tilting her face higher, drawing her closer to him. Her fingers tightened over the collar of his jacket, her wrap slipping off her elbows and onto the ground. They nipped and soothed and moved against each other with gentle intensity, his hands dropping down to her neck when he deepened the kiss for a fleeting moment before pulling away.

Her eyes stayed closed for a second longer before fluttering open. She smiled, languid and easy, as if she knew this was only the first of many kisses they would share. He supposed she was right.

“Happy New Year, Emily.” The tip of his nose nudged against hers.

“Happy New Year, Aaron.” And the weight that had been pressing on his chest for the last three weeks disappeared, and he could breathe again.

“You do realize,” she whispered, their lips so close they brushed against each other when she spoke, “I’m going to be hearing ‘we told you so’ for the rest of my life.”

“Worth it, I think.”

Her arms looped around his neck and his hands found her waist, and he was lost in her again, nearly missing the soft click of a door unlocked behind them.

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