in a throuple with hotch and emily

Aaron Hotchner

Homecoming *

Holiday Splendor

Let’s Just Get This Over With *

After Hours *

Mine Alone *

Emily Prentiss

Work From Home *

The Safety of Her Embrace 

Criminal Minds Multi-Chapter

Alex Blake 

Daylight: Ch.1, Ch. 2, Ch. 3, Ch. 4, Ch. 5, 

Law and Order Oneshots 

Elliot Stabler

Tonight had gone well for the BAU team in terms of catching the unsub, and the glory rested on your shoulders, because you played the most crucial role in his capture. This weeks sicko was kidnapping stippers from various clubs around NYC, so you got your first go at an undercover takedown. You pretended to be a dancer in the joint that the team predicted he would hit next. Although things ended well for the BAU as a whole, things would not be ending so well for you. 

 You knew this would be pushing Hotch to the extremes, and when you did your little dance routine you could see the flex of his jaw as he clenched and unclenched it over and over, fighting every possessive bone in his body. You weretn dating, but you two started fucking as a way to expel the stress of the job and he was not very fond of sharing you. 

 Morgan had apprehended the unsub right as you had gotten off the stage, which meant that Hotch was dragging you out of the dressing room and into the black SUV before you even got a chance to change out of your more than skimpy garb. The tension in the air between you two was palpable, and your stomach tightened with anticipation for what you knew would be a very rough night. 

 You and hotch were the first of the BAU to arrive back at the hotel, which was otherwise pretty empty. 

 Thank god. 

 All you had to cover up with on your way to the room was the silk robe you were wearing that barely covered your ass. Aaron was no doubt in the room smirking, relishing the small victory. You could practically hear him say I don't see the problem, you seemed to enjoy yourself so much on that stage showing off for all those men, so I'm sure you can handle walking through the hotel lobby. 

 You made it to the room, flush with embarrassment at the strange looks you got from some passers by. They must have thought you were a hooker, an escort, something. Anything other than an agent of the law. 

 Aaron was standing expectantly in the middle of your room. He had his button down on, tie removed, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, exposing his strong forearms. His hair was tousled like he was running his hands through it in frustration while he waited for you to arrive. 

 He sneered down at you with icy eyes, no sympathy tonight. You took a few tentative steps towards him. “Aaron,” you started, but were cut off. He slapped you sharply across the face, the sound reverberating through the silent room. Heat blossomed in your cheek, and in your stomach, traveling down to your core. 

 “Whores like you don’t get to call me that.” his words and the sweet sting of his blow already had you weak at the knees wanting more. 

 “Sir.” you looked up at him,  your eyes brimming with faux innocence. 

 “Did you like going up there, parading around practically naked for everyone to see?” he roughly yanked the ties of your robe, so it fell open and the silky material slipped over your skin, pooling at your feet. Yes you thought to yourself. Something about it really was quite appealing. 

 He stepped towards you while you took a step back, until you hit the wall behind you. He got close to you, almost pressing your bodies together. He leaned down, his hot breath tickling your ear, and whispered, “you like knowing that every guy in that goddamn room is thinking about fucking you, using you, ruining you.” all you could do was whimper at the harshness of his tone and his rough hand around your neck.  

 He squeezed hard. “Answer me, slut.” 

 “Yes,” you squeakd out. “Yes I liked it a lot.” He moved his hand from your throat down to your pussy feeling the wetness that had already gathered there. 

 “God you’re dripping.” he chuckled darkly. He brought the wet finger to your mouth, instructing you to suck, and you did, until he was clean from your juices. 

 “On your knees.” he shoved you down, your back scraping against the rough material of the wall. 

 When you were kneeling in front of him he stroked your face gently. It was a false comfort, for his other hand was working to undo his belt. 

 “Tap out of it’s too much.” 

 “Yes sir.” 

 You shut your eyes for a moment, hearing the slither of his belt being pulled through the loops of his pants. You reveled in the anticipation, the excitement, the way that you trusted him to act out every fantasy with you without ever hurting you. 

 You opened your eyes when he stepped out of his pants and pulled down his boxers, his hard length slapping against his abdomen, red and angry looking. You squeezed your thighs together, ready to taste him and take him all. 

 After a few languid stokes he brought his tip to your lips which opened, dutifully wrapping around his head, waiting for further instruction. Either he wanted you to do all the work, or he wanted to. 

 “I’m gonna use this filthy little mouth,” he thrust in a couple of inches, sliding over the flat of your tongue. “You’re gonna be a good little slut and take all of me,” he grunted, snaking a hand into your hair while slowly thrusting the rest of the way in. You made sure to fold your hands behind your back the way he liked. 

 When he breached your throat you gagged around him, making him groan and buck his hips so that your nose was pressed into him. 

 “Good fucking girl,” he said through gritted teeth, pulling out and thrusting back in, causing tears to prick at your eyes while you tried your best to keep your throat relaxed. 

 “You know what? I wanna do this a different way.” he pulled out and hoisted you roughly up by your arm, shoving you towards the bed. “Lay down with your head over the edge,” he instructed. 

 “Yes sir,” you replied with a raspy voice. 

 You loved getting used like this, evident by the flutter in your stomach, but you succeeded in keeping a cool facade. 

 As he made his way to stand in front of you his eyes took in your naked figure splayed on the bed. He didn’t bother taking it easy with you this time, but you were confident in your abilities. This angle allowed him to really use your throat without abandon, like you were nothing but a living breathing toy for him. Occasionally his hand would come down hard on one breast or the other, leaving blooms of pleasurable pain in its wake. 

 He leaned his body over you, not stopping his use of your throat, but slowing the pace. His fingers danced over the soft skin of your inner thigh, teasing you, knowing you couldn’t see whatever he was going to do next. To contrast his light touches he slapped you pussy, and your body spasmed at the unexpected stimulation. You moaned around him, and he twitched in you at the added sensation. He spent some time teasing your clit, leaving you desperate and clenching around nothing. 

 Once he pulled out of your throat you were an absolute mess with spit in tears covering your face. 

 “God, look at yourself. Dirty little whore you take me so well,” he rubbed his cock through the mess on your face, “no wonder every man that sees you wants to fuck your pretty littel face,” he slapped your aching pussy again, “and that tight cunt too.” 

 He roughly maneuvered you so that you were flat on your back with your legs over the edge of the bed this time. The blood rushing back to your head was making you dizzy. 

 You groaned, propping yourself up on your elbows. “You know, any of those other guys would’ve been in me already.” your statement didn’t really have any merit but it had the desired effect. When he got like this he wasn’t really thinking anyways, he was purely acting on instinct. 

 “You want that, huh?” he spread your legs as far apart as they would go “does a brat like you really desreve to be fucked?” he tapped the head of his cock on your swollen clit making your body jolt. You thought he was gonna give you what you want, but he surprised you by flipping you over like you weighed nothing. 

 Now you were on your stomach and your ass was bared to him, ready to take his punishment. “I think you need to learn some respect if you ever wanna get fucked again,” he growled, palming the plump flesh of your ass. 

 “You said yourself that every guy wants to fuck me, what makes you think I need you?” That was of course a lie, Aaron was the only man who could ever satisfy you now. 

 He responded by slapping your ass hard, making you shift forward on the bed. When he slapped you again a second later in the same tender spot, you weren’t able to hold back your moan, and you immediately buried your face in the mattress but it was too late. He gripped your hair, pulling your nck back to growl in your ear, “So now you want everyone to hear what a whore you are too?” Being in a hotel made things more difficult, especially since you shared walls with your co-workers. 

 “Maybe I like an audience.” He released you from his grasp, and hit you hard again. Since you saw that coming you were able to stifle your moan this time. He spanked you again for good measure, making you moan loudly again. 

 “If you can’t be quiet, I'm just gonna make you want to scream louder.” 

 “Oh, is that so?” you arched your back enticingly. 

 He ran a finger over your slit, sliding it in with ease. “You're dripping for me,” he noted while working you open. 

 “Don’t tease,” you whined. 

 “You really think you're in a position to tell me what to do?” but he seemed to listen, removing his fingers from you and lining up his cock with your entrance. 

 He slid in with ease, stretching you out in the way that only he could do. He let out a sharp exhale when he bottomed out. “Nobody gets this but me,” he grunted when he started to thrust. He felt incredible. 

 There was something different about him tonight, there was a sort of desperation to him, brought about by the evening's previous events. He pulled out and flipped you over again, but he didn’t leave you on your back for long. The possessiveness he was feeling seemed to rise up with renewed intensity. He lifted you up by the back of your thighs and you wrapped your arms around his neck. A second later your back was pressed up against the cold wall and he was thrusting into you once more. The force of gravity allowed him to go harder and deeper, and it took everything in you not to scream his name. 

 He was able to hold you with one arm while you were pinned against the wall, bringing his other hand to your clit which was desperate for attention. 

 “Tell me whose pussy this is,” he said while he started to rub harsh, frantic circles over you. 

 “Yours,” you gasped out, feeling your walls start to spasm with your oncoming release. 

 “That's right. Mine alone.” he thrust a few more times and before you knew what hit you, you were nearly screaming in ecstasy, all thoughts of where you currently were lay abandoned in your pre-orgasm mind. With one final grunt and a few breathless curses Aaron followed suit, spilling deep inside you. 

The letter that Emily wrote was sitting in your desk drawer, out of sight (mostly) out of mind. However, the more you actively tried not to think about it, the more you did. So, when thoughts of Emily, her letter, or anything else that transpired between you two arose, you just let it flow through you, liquid smooth. It was easy to do when she wasn’t sitting there in front of you every day. However, she would return eventually, and you would have to face the truth. For now though, you were allowing yourself a small grace period to enjoy your growing relationship with Alex. Things had been going really well and you were petrified of somehow screwing it up. 

  As you got ready for work you felt your stomach twist in a different way than it used to. For once it was a good kind of anticipation that washed over you. There was a new pep in your step. It felt like throwing the windows open on a summer morning, breathing in the fresh sweet air, you felt truly euphoric about that aspect of your life. 

  Your stomach lurched when you pulled into headquarters… then lurched again when you thought of the letter sitting in your desk, but you just let the feeling pass, shaking your head tersely before stepping out of your car. You knew this calmness wouldn’t last forever. You were exhausting yourself running away from this best in your mind and eventually you just wouldn’t be able to go anymore. For now, though, You took a deep breath and started towards the elevators. 

  “Hi!” Spencer said, announcing his presence in the elevator bay. You turned around. 

  “Hey spence, need a hand with those?” he was struggling to hold a hefty stack of books in his arms with a coffee cup balancing precariously on top. 

  “Thanks.” He extended his arms to you and you took the top three books, successfully trying not to spill his coffee, as you stepped into the elevator. 

  “What are all these for?” 

  “It’s just some light reading I thought Alex might like.”

  “Light reading?” Spencer's cheeks turned slightly rosy at your comment. “You doctors sure know how to party. She’s gonna love it.” The elevator doors opened, you and Spencer made your way into the bullpen. 

  Alex was sitting at her desk poring over the day's paper rubbing her index finger along her bottom lip in concentration, looking up when you and Spence approached the desks. You set the stack of books in front of her, and handed Spence his coffee. 

  “Morning you two,” she set her paper down. “What's all this?” she asked Spence, gesturing to the books. 

  You took a seat in your chair, smiling softly to yourself over their friendship which was so tooth achingly sweet. 

  “I just thought you might find these authors' perspectives on the development of forensic dialectology interesting because of…” 

  You zoned out of their conversation and your eyes drifted over to Alex who was listening so attentively to Spencer's ramblings. It was nice that he had someone around now who could actually match and keep pace with his intellectual interests

  While they continued to chat you decided to get a head start on paperwork, anticipating a case coming through since it had been a few days since the last one. Eventually Spencer left and it was just the two of you at your desk working in silence. The early morning bustle of the bullpen: the chatter, phone calls, coffee brewing, aided you in focusing on your work for the better part of the morning. 

  It wasn't long before you felt your eyes drifting towards Alex as she worked. Every time you laid eyes on her, taking in the gentle slopes of her features, or the way she whispered to herself as she worked, and the way she twirled her pen in her hand while she read, you felt an immeasurable force of something that made you positively weak. You couldn't exactly rationalize these feelings, but it was nice. When You had felt like this in the past it was overwhelming, but there was something inherently calming about Alex, it was altogether very different. Usually you would feel a pull to run far away from such feelings, but with her, you were being pulled towards her at every turn. 

  Your thoughts were disrupted when you heard Hotch calling out to the team about a case. Everyone got up and rushed to the conference room where Garcia was ready to present the case. There had been a series of murders in Miami Florida which begged for the BAU’s immediate attention. The cogs in your brain were turning over the details of this case as you grabbed your go bag and made for the parking garage. 

  Derek and Hotch drove the team to the airstrip where the lovely jet was waiting once more. 

  When you got on the jet you sat yourself down on one end of the sofa, Alex was behind you boarding the plane and settled on the sofa next to you. Spencer sat beside her and everyone else sat in the four seats where Garica was conferenced in on the laptop, or stood around leaning on the backs of the seats. 

  Alex sitting next to you meant nothing. She probably didn’t even think twice about it. You did, though, you thought about it more than twice. It wasn't a particularly long flight, but the entire time you two sat in such close proximity, bouncing ideas off one another. You felt like you were buzzing with electricity, and every time she looked at you it was like a shockwave. When she turned to face you she accidentally brushed your leg with her own, and that slight touch alone felt like it would be imprinted on you forever. You thought to yourself… 

  Remember when you swore you wouldn’t like her? Yeah. Me neither. 

  When the jet finally landed in Miami, the team divided into pairs and you were all sent on your way like usual. Today you were with JJ and the two of you spent your day interviewing the victims' families. This was the hardest part of the job for you and you hated the days when you were assigned with interviews. The intense emotions you yourself felt, and the emotions of those around you, made for a very very draining day. 

  The days when you were on crime scene duty, or combing through suspect files felt less taxing because it was easier for you to separate your head and your heart. When you were talking to families though, you couldn't. Every victim was someone's child, sibling, partner, friend, etc. You didn’t have the luxury of ignoring the real life consequences of these atrocities. And would often spend your nights alone in your hotel room with tears streaming down your face, not yet callous and jaded to the horrors of the job. 

  Finally the day was coming to an end. You had just walked the last victim's mother out of the precinct, and headed back inside to meet with the team and discuss the day's findings. The most insight gained was from the most recent crime scene, but things would just have to wait until tomorrow. 

  Hotch decided it was time to call it a night and everyone headed over to the hotel ready for some r&r after a long day. 

  “Okay,” Hotch said once everyone was in the lobby. “Everyone is going to be paired up.” He got strange looks from everyone, not used to having to share rooms with another team member. “Budget cuts,” he explained. He handed out keys to everyone. He would be rooming with Derek, JJ would be with Spencer, which left you and Alex together. He explained that a different person would get their own room each time seeing as there's an odd number, this time Rossi was the lucky one. 

  You were nearly shaking from nerves as you and everyone else stepped into the elevator to get up to your floor. You would be alone with her. Last time you were alone with her in a casual setting some interesting things happened. This time there wouldn’t be any drinking involved, but you were anxious anyways. 

  The rooms as standard, two full beds, a bathroom, and a view of the courtyard below. 

  “So… I mean, are you okay staying in the same room? Like I could, or you could switch with JJ if you’d be more comfortable,” you suggested, rubbing the back of your neck nervously. It only dawned on you in that moment that she might not have wanted to make a fuss in front of the whole team if she wasn’t fine with the arrangement. 

  “No, no, no. why would you think-” 

  “I just thought because-”

  “Please don’t. Please don’t let that get in the way again.” 

  “I know we already talked about it, I just didn’t know if this was different.” 

  “You would know if I didn’t like something. You had no trouble figuring it out last time.” 

  “Right. Well, you’re a linguist anyways… Communication is key, is it not?” a nervous chuckle escaped your lips. 

  “Right.” 

  Fuck. What the fuck was that. 

  “Um,” you gestured to the beds, “which do you want?” 

  “I’ll take this one,” she gestured to the one she was standing closest to. 

You nodded your head, plopping down on your bed, feeling the weight of the day on your shoulders. You always had a hard time getting the faces of the victims' loved ones out of your head. And the faces of the victims themselves. They were whole people with full lives that were tragically cut short. You saw each person as the center of a universe, like the sun, with people, places, ideas and dreams all revolving around them, held together by their gravitational force of life. But so many of them burned out too soon. 

  It was a constant reminder that life could be cut short at any time. 

  “Are you okay? You're zoning out,” Alex said, bringing you out of your daze. 

  “I’m fine.” you sounded rather unconvincing. 

  “Are you sure? You don’t seem fine.” She sat down on the bed next to you. 

  “I’m okay. There's just a lot on my mind. It's just been a long day.” you met her eyes which were tender, she had a soft smile playing across her face.

  “If you wanna talk,” she reached out, patting your leg affectionately, “I’m here.” 

  “Thank you Alex.” You placed a hand over hers and squeezed once for emphasis. You thought you might have held on for a second too long, but if she noticed she didn’t show it. “And, uh, I'm always here too, if you ever feel like talking.”  you let go of her hand, feeling suddenly overwhelmed. The sense of fight or flight took root within you, and although you wanted to take flight at that moment, you planted your feet and stayed.

  “So, wanna flip a coin for who gets to hit the shower first?” she asked, standing up from the bed. 

  “You go ahead.” 

  “Okay,” she said in a hushed tone, squeezing your shoulder, before getting her things ready. 

  You stayed there sitting on the edge of the bed vaguely registering the rush of the shower in the bathroom. It was like  white noise, locking you more firmly into the mental cage you seemed unable to escape from. 

  Your mind was racing. Fragments of the past few weeks came back to you like shards of glass that cut you open again and again. In the past when you had felt like this Emily was always there to calm you down, ironic that now she was partly the cause of all of this. She hadn’t done anything wrong at all, but the mere thought of anything further changing between the two of you was enough to set you off. Even if you didn't believe it right now, you still told yourself that it would all be okay, because Emily is an adult who can handle the truth, not a petty highschooler. 

  You got up to pace the length of the room, wringing your hands together. It was terribly strange not being able to shut off your mind like you were used to doing. 

  Maybe your head has just run out of storage, or something. 

  “What now?” you questioned out loud. You hated feeling out of control like this. It rarely happened aymore, but it was understandable with all that had been going on. 

  “I’m sorry?” Alex’s voice startled you back into reality. 

  “God, Alex, you scared the shit out of me.” you clutched your heart. “I was just talking to myself.” 

  “You really don’t seem okay,” she walked slowly towards you with her hands extended, like you were something dangerous. 

  “Like I said, there's just a lot on my mind.”  

  “You should really talk about it. Get it out of your head.” 

  “I don’t wanna keep thinking about it.” she was closer to you now, still a safe distance away, but closer. She looked beautiful in that moment, so casual, like how you’d imagine her on a sunday morning; her in her baby blue pajamas and her hair up in a clip. 

  “Well,” she scoffed, “you have to talk about things or at the very least write them down, to get them out of your head. There's just no easy way around it.” you could tell she was getting antsy with you, but you were stubborn. 

  “Well talking is the last thing I want to do right now.” you started to walk past her, thinking a shower could help clear your mind.  

  She put a hand on your arm before you could get too far, stopping you in your tracks. 

  “Well then what do you want?” your brain was foggy, you didn’t trust yourself to give an answer. 

  “I…” you knew exactly what you wanted. You couldn't help but let your eyes explore her face, lingering on her lips, knowing she could see exactly what you were thinking with your close proximity. Your pulse picked up when you saw a flash of recognition in her eyes. 

  “Alex…” you placed a hand softly on her waist, and her eyes were dark with something you hadn’t yet seen. 

  When you leaned in a fraction of an inch, she closed the gap between you two, unexpectedly. When her pillow soft lips met yours, a moan escaped your lips at this long awaited sensation. Her hands were on your waist, and there was not an inch of space between your bodies where you stood in the middle of the hotel room. 

  That kiss felt like it could last an eternity, but it was over in a few seconds. When you separated you felt a colossal shift in the energy between you, and it was an unspoken truth that things would not be the same between you two again. 

  “I’m afraid I’ve only added to the mess in your head, haven't I?” 

  “No. Quite the opposite, really.” you are like seeing daylight after being stuck in a never ending storm. 

There are some lines that cannot be uncrossed, but that isn’t always a bad thing. This definitely wasn't.

The time between your night at the bar and now was mostly a blur, uneventful and mundane. Metnally you were preparing for a busy week of cases ahead, packing your go bag, and doing paperwork until your eyes were no longer able to focus on the words in front of you. 

Now it was monday, and you were stuck in morning traffic. This was absolutely the worst time of day for overthinking, there was nowhere to go and nothing to do but sit and let your mind wander while you waited in the slow crawl to work. Before you even formed a full thought your pulse was already racing in anticipation at what you knew would end up invading your mind. It was what you had been avoiding since the moment it happened. 

Of course you knew you’d have to face Alex again in the cold and sober daylight, but you hadn’t taken any time to prepare yourself. It was probably best to just wing it and not expect anything. 

Finally you arrive at the BAU headquarters with just a few minutes to spare before you’d be officially late. Everyone else was already there as you knew they would be, so you still felt like the kid walking into class late with everyone's eyes following you to your desk. 

“Morning,” Alex said before taking a sip out of a thermos plastered in union jack’s. 

“Morning…” you replied distractedly, at a sudden commotion across the bullpen and Penelope calling your name, waving you over excitedly. 

She was standing next to a giant wicker gift basket filled with British paraphernalia. 

“It's from Emily!!” you got close and ran your hands over the wicker, crinkling an edge of cellophane between your fingers while you peered into the contents of the basket. “There's a little something for everyone,” she continued, fishing out neatly packaged tea, a tin of cookies, and a card with Buckingham Palace on the front, handing them to you. 

“Thanks. She never mentioned sending anything,” you commented while studying the packaging and missing Emily greatly. 

“I think she wanted us to have a nice surprise waiting for us,” she took a step closer to whisper, “I know you miss her. We all do.” it sounded like there was more she wanted to say, but she refrained. 

You were about to reply when JJ and Derek came over to join in on the morning conversation, commenting on Emily’s kind gesture. Spencer would usually be hanging around with you guys but this morning he was absent… your eyes roved over the empty desks until they landed on yours and Alex's where Spencer was now perched, and he was timing her on the NYT crossword puzzle. 

“Looks like someone finally found a crossword buddy,” you commented, and everyone turned to watch them in unison. 

“Someone who can actually challenge him for once,” Derek remarked. 

“I’d like to see them play a game of chess together,” JJ added. 

Rossi came out of his office, passing Alex and Spence, dropping a “happy Monday, my nerds,” not even stopping to gauge a reaction. You were expecting him to announce a case, but he just wandered over to the kitchen to refill his coffee mug. 

“Seems like we’ll have a quiet morning,” you said. 

“Shhhh don’t jinx it!” Penelope whispered frantically. 

You all dispersed shortly after that to actually get a start on the work day. No cases just meant you had to face the mountain of paperwork on your desk, but at least you had some new tea to try while you did it. 

Firstly, though, you had to read the card Emily sent you. You didn't anticipate it being anything interesting or too revealing since there was potential for other eyes to see it. The card, which when you opened it, was the length of a letter, was dated from before you even chatted with her on the phone. You were burning with curiosity at what she said in here with her anxious, scrawling handwriting, that she couldn't say directly to you. 

Your heart was already racing, but you knew you had to keep yourself in check in a room full of profilers. 

Emily wasted no time. She didn't skirt around the edges of your clandestine encounter, and it hit you like a shot through the heart. 

You sighed deeply. 

From the moment you started at the BAU, Emily Prentiss was the apple of your eye, and the woman you loved with a burning passion. For years you didn't say anything, and for years she felt the same way. Both of you worked, practically lived , side by side every day, secretly drowning in the depths of a passion you didn't yet understand. 

When you were forced to face the mortality of the life of secret pining you’d created for yourself, things only got more intense between the two of you. Everything came together a few nights before she left, and you both knew it had to be a one and done. The passion was there for sure, but you couldn't be in a sustainable long term relationship with her. Trying to do so would only damage the friendship you forged over those years. The two of you just weren't good for each other in that way. 

That was okay for both of you. There was no real need to talk about it. What you two shared felt fragile like the wings of a butterfly, and was best kept locked away to preserve its beauty. The last thing you’d want is to look back on your fond memories with her and feel ill. It was beautiful, though. She was the first woman you felt such passion for, the first woman who showed you how truly vibrant life could be if you just accepted those certain parts of yourself. You figured you would always feel something for her. 

The talent you possess for what some would call suppressing, and what you called compartmentalizing, was unmatched. It was truly a bonus for this line of work, though you tried not to abuse your skills too much. Locking away any semblance of romantic feelings towards Emily in the deepest vaults of your mind had been your top priority. It was working, too, and there were plenty of distractions in your day to day life that kept your mind from sitting idle for too long. The biggest threat you faced was speaking with her on the phone, but your thoughts remained tame in the shadows at the edges of your mind. 

Now, sitting at your desk in front of everyone, you were forced to acknowledge what transpired that night. You took in her words with a sort of calmness that came with the numbness of shock. She wrote this letter to you with the pretext of airing all of her feelings, so that she may know some peace of mind. She wasn’t expecting anything from you, but figured she would not refrain from sharing her true feelings with you out of courtesy, in case there was any chance you changed your mind. 

“You ok?” the low, gravely tone of JJ snapped you back into reality. She was leaning on the edge of the desk, running a hand through her cascade of wavy blonde hair. 

“What? Yeah,” you chuckled, trying to play it cool and control your microexpressions. JJ’s eves flicked down to the letter you were holding, but she didn’t press any further. 

“Okay, well, I’ll let you get back to work. Don’t forget, I'm here if you need anything.” she stood up, placed an affectionate hand on your arm, before heading back over to her desk. 

It took a moment to re adjust to reality and acclimate to your surroundings. You tucked the postcard away in your desk drawer to be re-examined later. For now, you resumed your previous mode of compartmentalization, locking away these new findings. 

The box of tea on your desk was staring you down, so you opened it, inhaling the herbal scents, and fishing out the one with the highest caffeine content. While you waited for water to boil your eyes scanned the room, observing your fellow bau members in their lax, case free state. This was a rare sight. Derek appeared to be teasing Spence about something, probably a date. Alex was animatedly talking to JJ with a glowing smile and rosy cheeks… 

“What are you so happy about?” Penelope came up beside you and you could hear the smile in her voice when she spoke. 

“Nothing,” you chuckled, focusing your attention. You could tell she didn’t buy it, but she wasn’t gonna push you here. She’d wait until your next girls night when you were all tequila’d up. 

The day continued on with ease, spent between paperwork and easy conversation with everyone. Well, almost everyone. Alex was hard pressed to look in your direction, let alone speak to you. When she finally joined you back at your desks, you tried to get her to talk to you like she did with the others. She didn’t give you anything more than short and exasperated sounding responses, which hurt even more considering her passion for words. 

Getting frozen out by a woman you barely know affected you much more than you ever expected it would. For the rest of the day reading reports took twice as long as it should’ve, having to re-read passages because your mind kept wandering to what you did wrong. You tried your hardest to file your worries away until later, but you couldn’t, not with her sitting right there. 

You shifted uncomfortably in your seat when you felt a familiar sick feeling in your stomach start to develop. Snapshots of your weekend were playing in your mind like a film reel, over and over and over again. You could feel the ghost of her hands on your waist, the magnetic anticipation that was tangible in the air between you two in the restroom, worlds away from where you were with her now. 

It was just a drunken mistake. Manufactured affection brought on by one too many drinks. This is what you repeated to yourself for the rest of the day while you waited dutifully for the clock to strike six. 

The time finally came for everyone to head home and hopefully get some good quality time with their loved ones before the next case. Everyone left one by one, muttering their goodbyes to each other, leaving the bullpen empty except for Alex sitting across from you and Hotch in his office. It seemed that she was also trying to finish one last little bit of paperwork before calling it a night. 

The awkwardness between you two was almost painful. Trying to trudge through any more work days like this, especially on a case, would not be an easy feat. So, you made a split second decision before it was too late. 

“Alex,” you called after her, before she could press the button for the elevator. She turned to face you with her eyebrows raised in silent questioning. “We need to talk.” she looked defeated almost, but met you where you were standing in the middle of the elevator bay. 

“What would you like to talk about,” she sounded irritated, and her dismissal of you was making your blood boil. 

“ Alex,” you scoffed before continuing, “did I do something to upset you?” 

Something in her depression changed, but you didn’t know her well enough to know what she was feeling. “You… you didn’t do anything wrong.” 

“Because I thought you maybe liked me or something-”

“Whatever you think happened between us at the bar didn’t. It can’t happen.” you took a deep breath. So you weren't the only one who sensed something there that night. 

“Okay, so is that why you’ve been an ice queen today?” 

She smiled a little at that and nodded her head. “I’m sorry. I just needed to take a step back and clear my head.” 

“So.. we’re good?” 

“Yeah,” she extended her hand to you. “We’re good.” 

You were lying down, swinging your leg over the edge of the couch in a bored repetition while your favorite sitcom played on the TV. Since joining the BAU, you found that dark and gruesome TV shows weren’t half as enjoyable as they used to be. Your phone buzzed on the coffee table with a call from Emily that you'd been expecting all morning.  

“Em, hey,” relief flooded your veins as you heard her slightly muffled voice on the other end. “How are you adjusting across the pond?” You were sitting up now, all traces of boredom gone. 

“I’m doing okay, it’s a good setup over here. I miss you guys though.” You could hear the exhaustion in her voice and could practically see her sitting there fighting the urge to bite her nails. 

“We’re all gonna try to visit you as soon as we can, but you know how it is. The wicked never rest.” 

“Don’t worry. Just get here when you can, we are long overdue for a girls night.” 

“That we are.” 

“So, how’s the newbie?” 

“Let me guess. You’ve already talked with JJ,” you joked. “Alex is… nice. She’s smart and an amazing agent, but of course nobody compares to you, Em.”  

“I look forward to meeting her one of these days. JJ told me you guys work well together,” she echoed JJ’s words to you and you wondered what they were seeing that you weren’t. 

“It must be true then… everyone seems to be thinking that.” The conversation carried on for a while, until you finally got her to hang up after she was doing more yawning than talking. When the line went dead the balloon of happiness in your chest began to deflate. 

Luckily for you the  party squad, which was basically just Derek and Penelope, planned a night out to welcome Alex to the team. It wasn't anything fancy, just casual drinks at a bar, per Alex’s request of not doing anything too over the top. Hopefully that would distract you for the time being. 

You went through your closet and picked out a plain t-shirt with the symbol of a band you used to like back in college,  a pair of ripped jeans and paired that with your beloved well worn docs. Typical you-wear. 

You were set to meet the team at seven, and it was now six thirty. You did a quick once over in the mirror before ordering an Uber to the bar and heading out into the cool evening air. You spent the duration of the car ride contemplatively staring out the window, lost in the smear of street lights and cars passing by. The closer you got to the bar, the more you could feel the familiar pinch of anxiety in your stomach for reasons unknown to you. 

Everyone was already settled around a booth near the back of the bar by the time you got there. You looked confused over their lack of drinks, and JJ explained that they were waiting for you, so you offered to pay for the first round. It’s what Emily did for your welcome night out. Everyone scooted over to make room for you in the booth, and you wondered if it was some trick of the universe that you ended up seated directly across from Alex. Right where it would be hardest for you to keep your eyes off of her. She looked different tonight, her hair was wavy and blown out instead of the loose curls you were used to seeing and she was dressed more casually than she did at work while still managing to look classy. 

“So, Blake, how are you liking things so far?” Hotch asked after you all got your drinks.  

She took a sip of her gin and tonic before answering, “It’s intense. But there’s a lot of good, too.” You didn’t take your eyes off of her while she was talking. At that last part her gaze lingered on you… and your eyes met for a second before you looked down at your drink, feeling heat rise in your cheeks. 

That was only a coincidence. She was looking at everyone. 

“Good days and bad days,” Derek added. You swirled your drink a couple of times watching the ice move around, hoping that nobody noticed the flush creeping across your cheeks. 

Hotch was really in questioning mode tonight. “So, how did you get into linguistics?” He raised his eyebrows inquisitively, and the rest of the team must’ve shared in his curiosity because you could practically see them all lean in closer to her, like she was telling some old fable around a campfire. 

“Well, my mom, actually. Every morning we would do the New York Times crossword puzzle together, and that’s what piqued my interest in language.” She nodded resolutely at the end of her anecdote. It didn’t make any sense to you the way your heart seemed impossibly warm upon hearing her recount something so personal to her. It must be the change in her contenance, so different from anything she'd shown at work as of yet. 

The conversation flowed easily between the group, punctuated by laughter and friendly teasing, the perfect cocktail for forgetting your sorrows. It felt like one of those cheesy movie montage moments of all the happy friends together, which would typically cut to something melodramatic, but this time around it was all splendor. 

Now your drink was more melted ice than alcohol, so you got up from the booth and offered to grab drinks for anyone else while you were at the bar. 

“I’ll take another gin and tonic, thanks,” Alex pushed her empty glass into the center of the table with the other empty drinks. You nodded your head and strode over to the bar, all too conscious of eyes on you. The feeling itself was unsettling, but what else would be expected from a crowded bar? 

“Two gin and tonics, please.” You leaned against the bar to wait for your drinks to be made, it was a busy night, so you were expecting a wait. You glanced over at the team who were all engrossed in a story JJ was telling. 

“Can I, uh, buy you  a drink?” A man sidled up next to you at the bar with a smug look on his face. He was objectively good looking, but not your type. Definitely not your type. Way too cocky. 

“I’ve got one on the way,” you said feeling annoyed, pointing in the bartender's general direction. 

“Why don’t you have it with me?” You turned your gaze back to the table to see if you could catch anyone's eye and silently signal for help. Instead , you nearly lost your breath when you spotted Alex in a fit of laughter. Unfortunately, you were brought right back to your current predicament. 

“So whaddya say?” He realllly couldn’t take a hint. You would just flash your badge at him, but it was all the way back at the table and you were stubbornly wishing that your words alone would be enough to get an idiodic man to back off  just this once. 

“I am absolutely not interested in you. Get lost.” could these drinks get here any fucking slower? 

“Look, I don’t know who you think you are, bitch, but you should count yourself lucky that any guy is even lookin in your direction-” you were staring at him blankly, unamused, when he stopped dead in his tracks. Suddenly his macho facade dropped and he showed his true colors. 

“You must have some balls… or, actually, maybe you have none at all, for talking to a woman like that.” You recognized Alex’s voice behind you right away. She placed her hands on your waist in a silent show of possession, and when you turned your head slightly, her face was an inch from your

“If I hear one more word out of your mouth I will knock your teeth out,” you snarled at him. 

“You better believe she will,” Alex backed you up. 

“I didn’t mean nothin by it,” he waved his hand in the air not knowing what to say, before high-tailing it away from you guys. 

The second he was gone, Alex removed her hands from you and took a step back and you immediately  felt the absence of her.  “Thanks for saving me. How did you..?” 

“I was on my way to the restroom and overheard him, and it didn’t take a profiler to tell that you were uncomfortable.” she just shrugged it off like it was no big deal. 

“Well, thanks again.” 

“No need to thank me.” she kept her intense gaze on you, making your cheeks flush again. 

You tagged along with her to the bathroom to fix your makeup so you told the bartender to hold your drinks while you were gone. The restroom was small and dimly lit, thankfully it was clean.You and Alex didn’t exchange any words until she emerged from the stall. There was music playing softly from speakers you couldn’t see. While she washed her hands, you leaned back against the cool marble counter, looking at her contemplatively. 

“What,” she smiled slyly, side eyeing you, shaking the water off of her hands before dying them. 

“Nothing. Just wondering…” you pushed yourself up from the counter. 

“Wondering what,” she turned to face you and tilted her head a little to the side. 

“Why didn’t you just flash your badge at that asshole out there? Instead of making him think you were my…” you didn’t know how to finish that sentence. Your stomach was doing somersaults at your close proximity to her, and formulating any coherent thoughts was quickly  becoming impossible. 

“Maybe I just wanted a reason to get close.” She said in her silky smooth voice, reaching her hand out to you, barely brushing yours with the tips of her fingers.  

“Alex,” you started. You knew she was probably just tipsy and acting on artificial feelings. You wanted to tell yourself that this wasn’t important, that this two second interaction meant nothing, but you felt something. You were about to continue, but were interrupted by the opening of the bathroom door.

“Hey! You guys okay?” Penelope questioned, looking suspiciously between the two of you. 

“Everything is just fine,” Alex reassured her. 

“We’ve got drinks waiting, see you back at the table, Pen,” you said before leaving the bathroom with Alex at your heels. Oh god, oh god, oh god. When you were back at the table you kept finding yourself gripping your glass much harder than necessary, thoughts lost in the moment you and Alex just shared. If it could even be called a moment. 

You felt like you were in a sort of grey area, a purgatory of sorts, stuck and unsure about how to feel about her. But for  the rest of the night, your eyes kept wandering over to her. And every time, you were completely enraptured by her radiant beauty. Every time you looked at her, you felt a soft and gentle tug in your heart, pulling you towards her. 

“There’s been a series of murders in the Orange County area,” he clicked through some gruesome photographs on the screen. “There is no apparent connection between any of the victims,” he continued.

“It seems that this unsub uses dragging as a form of tourture and murder,” Spencer suggesteed.

“The window of time between murders seems to be shortening,” Alex added quietly.

“Wheels up in thirty,” Hotch said, to disband the briefing. You were all on a mission now, a mission to catch the latest sadistic son of a bitch before he hurt anyone else.

Once again the jet was waiting in all her pristine shining glory. You had to shield your eyes from the orange glare of the setting sun as you walked with the team to the steps of the jet. First things first, you made yourself a cup of coffee for the long flight ahead of you while everyone got settled around the front of the plane to continue the debriefing.

“The unsub is clearly sadistic and mission oriented,” you heard Derek say. “This kind of killing isn’t just random.”

“It’s medieval. Literally,” you said. There wasn’t much else to contribute to the conversation after that. You wouldn’t be able to know more until you actually got to the scene.

There were still a few hours left of the flight and you spent them settled in the back of the plane, compulsively going over the details of the case. You didn’t discover anything new, but the repetition was helping to distract your mind from any other thoughts. You sighed deeply from the weight of sadness that had settled over you like a weighted blanket. You missed Emily of course, but there was something festering deeper under the surface, threatening to unleash itself. You shifted in your seat, staring at your reflection in the dark window for the remainder of the flight, barely registering the chatter happening between the rest of the team.

When you got closer to your destination Hotch paired the team up and assigned them their designated duties for the night. You and Alex, being the newest members of the team, were paired together and instructed to go to the dumping grounds of the two bodies.

Alex elected to drive the two of you to the crime scene, and you sat in the passenger seat trying your hardest to keep your eyes in front of you and not on her the whole time. Alex was humming a song to herself, tapping a beat with her thumbs on the steering wheel as she drove. At first glance she would appear to be at ease and relaxed, but upon looking closer, you could see her brows were knitted and she was worrying at her bottom lip.

“You okay Blake?” Your voice sounded flat and disinterested than you intended, but that had nothing to do with her.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” she sounded distracted, like her response was just a reflex with zero thought behind it.

“Well it looks like we’re just about there,” you said, spotting the familiar police barricade up ahead.

The two of you made quick work gathering whatever clues you could, though there wasn't much you could glean from the crime scene. There were some tire tracks, nothing for a definite match yet, but it was really the only valuable piece of information.

“That was quick,” Alex sighed as you got back into the car.

“Yeah. Hopefully the rest of them will be able to find more.”

Back at the police station you shared your limited findings with the team, informing them that a match for the tire tracks should be coming in any time, hoping that piece of information would propel the investigation forward. The toxscreens for the victims both came back clean, and Garcia was working her hardest to find any connection, big or small, between the victims. There wasn't much else the team could do in the meantime.

“We should call it a night, get some rest,” Hotch announced. The motel was a short drive from the precinct, and you were thanking the universe that you didn’t have to share a room with anyone tonight. JJ offered for you to ride over with her and have a quick drink before bed, which of course you accepted.

JJ opened the door to her room and dropped her go bag with a sigh. “Just like old times,” she said, fishing a couple flasks from her go bag. She was referring to the times when the two of you and Emily would unwind like this after a long day.

“Yeah,” you chuckled dryly, still feeling some indiscernible sadness gnawing at your stomach. You hoped a drink would wash it all away.

“Are you doing okay?” She was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking worriedly up at where you were leaning against the opposite wall.

“I am. You don’t need to worry about me,” you waved a dismissive hand and took a swig.

“I worry anyways. Emily leaving has been hard on all of us, and I just want to make sure you're doing okay.” She looked genuine and you appreciated that.

“I’m okay. I promise I’ll come to you if I’m not.”

“On the other hand,” she wiggled her eyebrows playfully at you, “how are you liking Blake?”

You were slightly taken aback by her expression, “she's fine, why are you looking at me like that?”

“No reason, I just think you guys will work well together.” You narrowed your eyes at her in  an okay what the fuck are you talking about look.

“I mean,  she was chosen for this team, I’m sure we’ll all work well together,” you tried to steer the focus away from you. You took another rather large drink, “well, I think I should call it a night. Thanks for this.” You winked and set the flask down.

“Of course. Goodnight.”

A minute later you were in your own room, feeling  slightly dizzy from exhaustion and ready to call it a night. However, there’s always one thing you can never go without, and that is a hot shower. Scalding water sometimes felt like the only thing that could come close to cleansing you of the filth you saw every day. You didn't take very long, and once your head hit the pillows, you were out like a light.

The next morning you all ate a quick breakfast at the precinct while Garcia broke down her new discoveries. The tire tracks were matched to a Ford truck and when there was a third victim, Garcia was able to finally find a connection between all of them. The case was over relatively quickly after that, passing in a haze of familiarity, and you were back on the jet in no time.

The fight home was quiet, everyone was exhausted. You sat near the back of the plane again, anxious to get home, while simultaneously not wanting to get home at all. You were making yourself sick with your thoughts and worries.

“Hey, you look like you could use this,” Alex came over and placed a cup of chamomile in front of you.

“Thank you.” You gestured for her to sit across from you. You felt quite undeserving of this gesture of kindness, knowing you hadn’t been all too warm towards her, and now here she was bringing you tea.  

“Look, I’m sorry if we somehow got off on the wrong foot.” She looked tense and was rubbing her forehead like she was trying to stave off a bad headache.

“What? No, I don’t think we did, I’m sorry if I gave you that impression.”  You took a deep breath and continued, “look, Emily leaving has been tough and I have my fair share of problems, but it's nothing to do with you. Was I a little bitter at the thought of her being replaced? Yes. But now I see I had nothing to worry about.” You felt guilty now, you didn't think about how your cold countenance would affect her as a new member of the team.

She pursed her lips in a tight smile and rested her head back against the seat, lightly tapping a beat on the table between you two while she looked out the window. You sipped your tea and stared at her  pensively while you could do so without interruption. In that moment, realization really hit you square in the chest. She’s a beautiful woman, like you want to do a double take when you see her, type of beautiful. Even over the day and a half you’d known her you could tell there was a depth to her and her intelligence was unmatched by anyone except maybe Reid.

Emily was such a focal part of the team, and when she left, the workplace equilibrium was disrupted  as if the world were spinning off its axis. You felt almost claustrophobic and suffocated, not knowing when the next big shift would come. You spent your days wrestling with your adversness to change, time and time again fighting the growing hostility that flowed through your veins like a deadly disease that would surely kill you if you didn’t work to keep it at bay.

The morning of your first full week back at work post-emily was difficult for everyone, because it was finally sinking in that she was really gone. She was greatly missed by everyone, you wondered how long it would take to get over the feeling that something was always wrong, or missing. You waited for the elevator fidgeting impatiently, feeling hollow without your other half by your side. The empty space next to you wasn’t empty for long, though. Your eyes darted over to a woman you didn’t recognize holding a thermos and a briefcase, seemingly lost in her own thoughts.

You looked at her a second time as the ding of the elevator doors opening shook her out of her daze and she caught your eye while you made your way into the elevator side by side, unexpectedly making your heart jump. You pressed the button for the seventh floor.

“What floor are you on?” You asked. Her hands were full and you were just trying to be courteous.

“Uh, seven as well. Thanks” she pursed her lips together in an awkward smile.

“Are you…” you tilted your head inquiringly.

“Dr. Alex Blake,” she raised both of her full hands, “I would shake, but…”

“Oh, yeah, don’t worry.” there was an awkward pause…

“I take it you’re part of the BAU?” The elevator doors opened but her question was answered when you headed for the bullpen alongside her. You held the glass door open for her and she softly thanked you in passing.

The team was expecting her, of course, and were trying not to make it look like they spent the morning standing around expectantly waiting for her to walk through the door. Since you’d already introduced yourself, you headed straight for your desk to set your things down. Undoubtedly she would be at the desk connected to yours… that’s where Emily used to sit. The sharp pang of remembrance in your chest was impossible to ignore. You could hear her distantly introducing herself to the team, and them in turn introducing themselves. You had to swallow your bitter resentment. She joined you shortly, silently arranging her things on her desk and doing what she could to make the space her own. She didn't have much, just a couple of pictures and a fancy looking stationary set. You got up and wandered over to the kitchen to pour yourself a cup of coffee for the long day of reports ahead.

“So,” the cheerful presence of Penelope Garcia appartated next to you. “What do you think of the new recruit? I haven’t got the chance to meet her yet,” she said in a hushed tone. She was clutching an enormous cup of coffee, and you could tell that she had already drunk most of it by the frenzied look in her eye.

“I don’t know… I haven’t really talked to her much.” You shrugged impassively.

“Well I couldn’t sleep last night and I did a whole bunch of research on her. She’s super smart. Crazy smart. Like a female Spencer Reid kind of smart. She's a doctor and bureau superstar, so we know she's obviously capable, but can you tell me, is she nice?” You were busy stirring sugar and cream into your coffee while she rambled. When you didn't answer she prodded your arm, “is she nice?” She repeated. You were just about to answer when…

“The origin of nice is twelfth century Middle English, meaning foolish or stupid. I hope you’re referring to the modern use of the adjective.” You looked up in shock, and Penelope was standing there with her mouth agape.

“I’m Alex Blake. You must be Penelope.”

“Yes, that’s correct, and it’s nice to meet you, like actually nice, in the nicest of nice ways,” Penelope said in a quiet stunned voice.

“It’s nice to meet you too, penelope.” Alex flashed her a little smile as you two left the coffee bar.

The rest of the day passed in a slow haze. You were left alone at your little desk island for most of the day, trying to work through the entire stack of reports on your desk. You got through three or four before your mind started wandering across the pond to where Emily was… you wondered what she would think about Alex. You missed her a lot, every part of your life now felt sort of hollow and you longed for the day when you would no longer feel the sting of her absence.

When the clock struck six o’clock, the party crew was assembled around yours and Alex’s desks. The party crew, being Derek and Penelope.

“You ladies comin with tonight? We can give you a proper welcome over some drinks,” Derek said to Alex.

“Um, sure, why not,” she replied. The two of you got up and grabbed your things, joining everyone but Hotch at the elevator doors. While you waited for the elevator you got a sinking feeling in your stomach, like a case was gonna come around before you even got the chance to leave the office.

“Guys,” Hotch was behind you all, slightly out of breath to catch you before you all got on the elevator, “a case just got called in.”

“But I was right, Elliot! When are you gonna learn to fucking trust me?”

“Maybe when you learn some goddamn decency,” he growled.

“You know what? Fuck you.” You started to walk away, huffing exaggeratedly.

“Don’t just walk away.” He grabbed your arm firmly pulling you back into the room. Your blood was boiling, your heart racing.

“Or what?” You were looking up into his eyes, dark with anger and…something else.

Before you even knew what you were doing, your lips were on hiss in a bruising kiss. You hated him, and yet you wanted nothing more than to have all of  him right then and there. His hands were gripping your hips, pushing you hard against the wall.

“Is this what you wanted? Huh?” His voice was gruff and breathy from the kiss.

“Don’t act like you haven’t thought about this a hundred times.”

“Someone’s cocky,” he teased. You found his lips again, nipping at his bottom lip.

He pulled at your shirt, barely exerting any effort in ripping it open, causing buttons to fly everywhere. You tugged at the hem of his shirt and he got the message, pulling it over his head in one swift motion exposing his perfectly toned upper body and the silver cross chain he always wore.

“This doesn’t change the fact that I still think you’re a dick,” you breathed out.

He shoved you back against the wall by your shoulders this time and brought his face close to yours. “Oh yeah? Or do you just want mine?”  when you turned your ear to the side to roll your eyes,  he grabbed your jaw and turned your face towards him. “You could really learn some fuckin respect.” He let go of you and took a step back.

“Me?” You chuckled dryly. Unbelievable, that he of all people would preach to you about learning respect.

“Ohh, I’ll teach ya,” he stalked towards you until your calves hit the foot of the bed and you fell backwards onto the cool covers.

You didn't fall hard, but you were breathless nonetheless. He towered over you, harshly tugging your jeans and underwear off. He grabbed both of your wrists in one of his hands, positioned them above your head, and instructed you not to move. His eyes raked over your body, sending shivers down your spine at the dark intensity of his gaze. You were speechless watching him, all witty remarks were temporarily gone from your brain. He chuckled darkly and locked eyes with you before spitting on your bared cunt with incredible precision. He knelt down between your legs to suck off the mess he made, and immediately began to devour you. His hands were firmly on your thighs while his expert tongue worked its magic, casting a spell over you. The scratch of his beard was adding just enough extra stimulation to bring you to the edge faster than you care to admit. There was no doubt that Elliot felt you getting closer and closer, and he pulled back at just the right time.

“Wh- Elliot,” you whined. He looked up at you with mischief in his eyes, his face glistening with your arousal.

“Do you really think a disrespectful bitch like you deserves to finish?” He sucked his teeth and shook his head  disapprovingly. “I’m gonna bring you to the edge over and over and not let you cum until you can promise to be a good girl for me.” His display of dominance turned you on beyond words,  

He kept true to his word. The third time around he added his fingers to the mix, making things even more intense for you. Your hands were still above your head, and you grasped uselessly at the cloth of the duvet with every pump of his fingers and flick of his tongue. You were positively on fire, and you knew that he was reveling in prolonging your release, willing you to submit to him. You wouldn’t give in so easily, though.

“You know I can do this all night, sweetheart,” he said to you after bringing you to the edge for the fourth time. You were exhausted, but you weren’t going to give him the satisfaction.

“Well I wouldn’t wanna lay here all night dealing with your mediocre pussy eating skills anyways.” You smirked at his shocked expression, greatly enjoying pushing his buttons and hoping you would get your way. Of course you just told a lie- he was magnificent, but you’d never admit that to him. “Maybe,” you propped yourself up on your elbows, dragging the word out, “you can have a chance at redeeming yourself if you think you can fuck me properly.” you raised your eyebrows to taunt him further.

“Do you really think you can win this? Huh? I know I’m a good fuck.”

“Well look who’s being cocky now.” you turned around and bared yourself to him, arching your back and slightly swaying your hips. “I bet I could take care of myself just as easily as you could. Care to prove me wrong?” one of your hands found its way between your thighs, and you knew that he wouldn't be able to resist.

“For sucks sake.” you heard the metal clinking of his belt and the shifting of fabric as he undressed the rest of the way. Within seconds you feel the warmth of his body behind you and one of his hands comes down to grip your waist tightly while his other hand positions his cock at your entrance.

“I promise you won’t even know your own name by the time I’m done with you,” he said as he pushed fully into you. You both let out deep groans at the contact you’d been wanting so badly.

“I hope I’m not disappointed,” you breathed out as he started to pick up his pace. You could already feel that you wouldn’t be lasting long, not with all of the prior stimulation he had provided.

Elliot was not holding back whatsoever. Aside from the sound of skin slapping skin as he fucked you into oblivion, the room was filled with his grunts and groans and your panting breaths as you both worked to reach your climax. His short and hard thrusts were hitting just the right spot inside you, making you see stars. You felt like you were floating. All that left your mouth were strings of curses and Elliot's name all of which were muffled by the covers.

“See? What’d I tell ya,” he pulled your head up by your hair so he could hear you. He wrapped his hand around your throat to pull your body back closer towards him, slowing his thrusts.

“I need to cum, god, don’t stop,” you gasped out, throwing your head back against his shoulder as he started to rub your clit in tight circles in time with his thrusts.

His pace picked up, his hand squeezed tighter around your throat, and before you knew it, you were cumming hard around him to the point of nearly blacking out. When you were done he dropped you back onto the bed to finish himself. He thrust into you a few more times before he pulled out and spilled over your ass with a deep groan.

You took your time finishing your reports, knowing that Hotch would be busy for a while. You could sort of see him through his office window, which was all it took for your mind to start reeling. The case you had just worked on was tough although it ended well, but you just needed some release for all of the pent up stress it caused you. It was easy to tell that Hotch needed the same thing, he was brooding and clearly not focused because he was no longer writing, just staring blankly ahead. 

On this case you’d been back at the station helping to take care of a baby, something that you never thought you’d be any good at, or even enjoy. However, you responded in unexpected ways to the small taste of motherhood you were allotted. It almost made you want to have that for yourself which was completely irrational, since motherhood wasn’t something you’d planned for yourself. You were taking it in stride though, just waiting for the feeling to pass which it no doubt would in a few days. It was just a little case of baby fever.

You took a deep breath and stood up from your desk, unnecessarily smoothing out your clothes, before going up to Hotch’s office. You knocked on his door, not bothering to wait for an answer before going in.

“Hey,” he said, putting down his pen as you shut the blinds and locked the door.

“Hi.” You made your day over to sit on the edge of his desk.

“You doing okay?” He looked at you inquisitively, sensing that something was off with you. Damn profilers. It’s not that something was wrong per se, you were just thrown off.

“Yeah, just thinking about the case. And I just need you right now.” When you said that out loud, it sounded much more… relationship-y…than you intended. You pushed yourself up off of his desk to get closer to him.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about this all day,” he said, pushing his chair out enough to pull you onto his lap. “Mmmm.” His hands were smoothing over your hips, his face was buried in the crook of your neck.

“Aaron,” you whispered, kissing him softly.

“What do you need,” he grumbled, as your hips began rocking against him. You could feel his hardening length through his slacks. He worked to loosen his tie and pull it off, tossing it somewhere to the side.

“I… I just wanna feel you.” As soon as those words left your mouth he stood up with you wrapped tightly around him, cleared space on his desk with one sweep of his arm, knocking things to the floor, and gently laying you down. You whimpered, knowing you’d have to wait to get exactly what you had in mind, though that wasn’t really a bad thing at all.

“I need to taste you first.” He unbuttoned your pants and pulled them down with your underwear in one swift motion; you lifted your hips off of the desk to help him.

He was kneeling in front of you now, eye level with your pussy. He was taking his time with you, enjoying the control he could exercise over you in these moments. His rough hands were kneading your thighs as he placed soft kisses on your skin starting from your knee. He had hardly done anything to you yet and you were already dripping. When he finally reached your core he softly flicked his tongue over your clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through you.

“Look at you. Dripping for me already.” He spread you open, collecting some of your slick on his fingers. He put them to his mouth and sucked your juices off, letting out an absolutely filthy moan. Seeing him do that made you buck your hips into the open air, yearning for any sort of attention on your needy cunt. “God, you’re so fucking desperate.” His words only served to spur you on.

“Yes,” you breathed out as he licked a broad stripe over your folds. He then devoured you, bringing you to the edge embarrassingly fast. When you felt two of his fingers enter you with ease, you nearly came right then and there. He continued whispering dirty things every once and awhile between licking and sucking you.

Your hands found their way to his hair, pulling what you could, knowing he liked that. “Fuck, I’m close.” The hands in his hair also served to hold him in place as you tried desperately to grind  against his face.

“Don’t. Move,” He growled. His free arm was draped across your hips to pin you down so he could have his way with you. He slowed his pace to keep you right on the edge, not ready to let you come yet. Your hands were scrabbling uselessly against the wood of his desk as you whined, “please just let me cum, please, I- fuck. I need to cum. I’ll do anything,” you begged.

He lifted his mouth off of you to grumble, “of course you will, whore. Go ahead. Cum.” He latched his mouth over your sensitive bundle of nerves, sucking and swirling his tongue.

“Oh my- oh fuck, Aaron!” you practically screamed out as you came, thanking the universe that you guys were the only ones around.

He stood up and shoved his soaked fingers into your mouth. “Suck.” He commanded. You didn’t need to be told twice. You swirled your tongue around his digits, moaning at the taste. You pulled them out of your mouth with a pop, and propped yourself up on your elbows, still weak from your orgasm.

“So you’ll do anything, huh?” He teased you with your words of desperation.

“Yes sir,” you smiled slyly at him.

“Get on your knees.” You obeyed him, settling on the rough carpet and stripping off your shirt. You had one hand splayed on his thigh, the other was moving up to palm him a little before you undid his belt and pants.

You pulled his pants and boxers down just enough to free his hard cock. You pumped him a few times, looking up at him through your lashes. He sucked in a breath at your contact, placing a hand in your hair, establishing that he was still in control. You teased his head with your thumb, smearing the precum that had gathered there, and he bucked his hips into your hand.

He pulled sharply on your hair, tilting your head back so you were looking up at him, into his eyes which were nearly black with lust. “Open.” You did so, sticking your tongue out slightly. He leaned down to spit in your mouth, his other hand closing your jaw when he was done, silently telling you to swallow as he growled, “I own you.” He used the hand in your hair to pull you closer to his weeping cock, desperate for the heat of your mouth.

When you wrapped your lips around the tip he let out a groan, shallowly thrusting up.

You lifted off of him, “I want you to use me. I can take it,” you said. He brushed his thumb over your bottom lip before asking, “and you know what to do if it's too much, right?” He was talking about the tap-out system which the two of you used for nonverbal communication. You nodded your head vigorously. “Good girl.”

He pulled on your hair again, this time turning your head. “Go sit over on the couch.” He gave you a little shove in that direction.

You were kneeling on the cool leather of the sofa with your hands on your lap. He shucked off his pants and boxers, stalking towards you while lazily pumping his length and looking at you darkly.

“Little slut, waiting so patiently for me to fuck that pretty face.” He swiped his tip over your bottom lip. You opened and relaxed your jaw for him.

Though he was in a rough mood he still took care not to hurt you. He started out thrusting shallowly into your mouth, slowly breaching your throat inch by inch. He trained you well, so you were able to take all of him without any issues. You breathed in sharply through your nose when you could, his masculine scent invading your senses. Your hands were moving up and down his chest, feeling the vibrations of his moans. Normally he would tie your hands behind your back, but he was giving you this small treat today.

He picked up his pace and the tears that were pricking your eyes were starting to roll down your cheeks. “Oh fuck. You’re taking me so well,” he groaned. “So fucking good.” You swallowed around him, the sudden tightness made him twitch in your throat.

“I’m gonna cum in your mouth and you're gonna swallow every last drop.” He pushed your head down so your nose was pressed against the coarse hairs at the base of his cock. You reached your hands up his chest to pinch and roll his nipples between your fingers, which was the last push for him to fall over the edge.

“Oh, fuck. Fuck. ” Hot ropes of cum filled your mouth, salty and bitter, but his. When he pulled out of your mouth, you obeyed his command and swallowed every last drop.

“You look like a wreck.” He plopped himself down on the couch next to you, grabbing you a bottle of water from the side table.

“Thanks.” Your voice was coarse and your throat was raw, so you took a sip of water to soothe the ache. “I loved that…” you said, resting your head on his shoulder, running your fingers through his chest hair.

“Me too. Grab me a blanket?” He asked, pointing you to the wicker basket where you knew them to be, for the many long nights spent in the office. “And don’t think I’m done with you.”

“Good. I still haven’t gotten everything I want yet.” You tossed him the blanket which he draped over his lap.

“Hmmmm. Come sit on daddy's lap.” He moved the blanket, wrapping it around both of you once you were seated comfortably.

“Daddy…” you trailed off, brushing a hand through his hair. You grabbed one of his hands, bringing it to your neck, then dragging it slowly down to your chest. “I want you.” You had recovered from your first orgasm by now, and felt your need beginning to rise once more. You pressed your hips down on him, feeling his cock start to stiffen slightly.

“You’re just gonna have to wait, sweetheart,” he said in a slightly patronizing voice. You let out a sigh of disappointment. “You’re a greedy girl. I just made you cum and you want more already?” He sucked his teeth disapprovingly. “I’ve still got stuff to do. But if it makes you feel better, I’ll let you sit on my cock.” His hands were on your ass, squeezing lightly.

“Oh, thank you sir.” You continued grinding down on him, shifting forward to lick and suck on his neck. It wasn't long until he was fully hard again.

What he meant by ‘still having stuff to do’ was that he needed to clean his gun. He picked it up from the side table, the muscles in his arm flexing beautifully as he did so. He inspected it carefully, turning about in his hands.You were still rolling your hips against him. He was showing no hints of pleasure on his face, but his hips were shifting up to meet yours. You reached a hand between the two of you to touch him. Sitting up on your knees, you lined him up with your entrance, ready to sink down on him.

The first time you saw Hotch handle a gun, it awakened something in you that you never knew was there. It was his control, the way he held so much power in his hands and always remained calm. He set it down on the arm of the couch, groaning as your velvet heat enveloped his entire length. The only sounds were of him groaning and your shaky breaths as he stretched you out. You were pulsing around him, desperately wanting to move, even though you knew you’d get reprimanded. He didn’t want you doing anything without his command.

That thought didn’t stop you from desperately grinding and circling your hips, catching him off guard. He slapped your ass hard before grabbing your hips to still them and buck hard into you. He let go of your ass, instead grabbing your jaw. “You wanna act like that? I’ll fuck you so hard you can’t walk for a week and kick you out of here before you can even beg me to let you cum.” You clenched hard around him. “You like that, huh?” He patted your cheek lightly. “Be a good girl. Sit still and wait for daddy to be done.” You nodded your head.

He continued cleaning his gun, and you started talking to him to distract yourself from your needs. It was hard not to get distracted though, you were constantly clenching around him as you watched him. If he noticed he didn't say anything, but you thought you saw a ghost of a smirk on his face.

“This was a good case,” you said. Your voice was higher and more breathy than normal.

“It was.” He didn't even look up at you. He was wiping along the barrel of the gun, slowly, tantalizingly.

“It made me feel… things.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. It made me think, and want,” you were fighting hard not to rock your hips, but you shifted on him  with the pretense of getting more comfortable.

“And what was that,” he said, paying full attention to you now.

This sudden attention was almost making you nervous. “It made me think about having babies, being pregnant…” something in his expression darkened. He hastily flipped you onto your back without breaking your connection.

“Are you saying you want me to fill you full of my cum?” He thrust sharply into you.

“Please, Aaron,” you begged. Thankfully he embraced your needs and desires, rather than pushing you away this time. 

“Get on your hands and knees.” He pulled out of you to let you move. He placed one hand between your shoulder blades to angle you properly, the other hand was splayed across your stomach. You felt the heat of his cock on your ass as he  unhooked your bra, letting your breasts free. He grabbed one hungrily, pinching your nipple. “I’m gonna pump you full of babies, little slut. Everyone will know you’re mine.” He slid his cock into you easily and started thrusting into you at a bruising pace. 

“Fuck, Hotch.” The way he was holding your hips would surely leave bruises the next day. He threaded a hand through your hair, pulling your head back.

“Youre so fucking sexy, squeezing me so tight. Let me hear those pretty moans.” He was fucking you like his life depended on it, desperate to cum in you. You stopped trying to be quiet now, the way he was driving into you was incredible.

“Fucking hell, Aaron. Yes-  you feel so good.” You cried out. He started to circle your clit,  sending your body fully into the throes of pleasure. His other hand which was no longer in your hair was smacking your ass, the heat of the blows quickly turning to something pleasant.

“Tell me who you belong to,” he demanded.

“You! I belong to you, Aaron. Fuck I’m already getting close,” you moaned out. He grasped your neck and pulled you up against his chest, squeezing just hard enough to restrict your airflow.

His breath was hot against your skin, “that's right. ‘M gonna cum so deep in you, make everyone know you’re mine ,” he growled right into your ear. “I want you to come on my cock. Now.”

“Mmmmmh. Fuck yes!” The intensity of your orgasm nearly made you black out. He thrust a few more times before stilling his hips and spilling his seed deep inside of you while you kept contracting around him, milking every last drop.

He pulled out of you and set you gently down, taking a minute to catch his breath before getting up to grab both of your guys clothes. “That was incredible,” he said, looking back at you. You smiled at him, blissed out.

“Yes, yes it was.” You took in the details of his post-fucking appearance… the way he was flushed from his cheeks down to his chest, the way his hair was messed up on one side, his heavy breathing…

“So… that was new.” He tossed you your clothes while he got dressed.

“Yeah, but it wasn’t bad, right?”

“No. Definitely not bad,” he chuckled. “Quite the opposite of bad. But we should discuss…”

“Oh. Shit. Hotch, I’m on birth control… remember?”

He looked embarrassed. “Right. Right, I forgot. Sorry.” He was dressed now, sitting down beside you on the couch.

“Hotch, don’t be sorry.” You leaned over to kiss his cheek, wondering if the two of you could ever share anything more than just hooking up.

“You know, if there's something you want, you should ask. Okay? I’m a simple girl.” He contemplated that for a moment, afraid to make the wrong move.

“Well, in that case, would you ever maybe consider going to dinner with me? Or grabbing drinks?” Your heart fluttered at his nervousness in asking you out.