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A sob clawed through (y/n), the mere thought of losing her husband left her choking on her breaths, cursing herself for letting him go, for not kissing him one last time when she had the chance. A life without Aaron Hotchner by her side was no life worth living. A life without Aaron Hotchner by her side wasn’t ever imaginable to her, not since they crossed paths almost a decade ago. 

“Come on!” The man’s voice ripped her out of her thoughts, glassy eyes finding Penelope’s wide ones, watching the tears roll down the woman’s cheeks. This wasn’t an end (y/n) had ever imagined, this couldn’t be the last page of the book, no, there had to be something, something to rip them from this very nightmare. 

A shaky breath was sucked into Emily’s lungs, a sound so clear the two women couldn’t help but jerk in surprise. It took the agent a few more seconds to speak up, shuffling around before she murmured Aaron’s name. 

“I, uhm, I’ve always loved you. I was just too scared to say it before, and things were just too complicated to say it now. I’m sorry. But you should know.” And for a second there was nothing but silence, on both ends. (Y/n) felt Penelope squeeze her hand all too tightly, trying to get a reaction from the woman that was frozen, unsure how she should react to said confession. She had always known that there was something special between her husband and Emily, a friendship they couldn’t put into words to describe the strength of it. 

And yet (y/n) had never even tried to imagine that it could go beyond a friendship, something only she was supposed to share with Aaron. 

“Hot damn, that’s what I’m talking about.” (Y/n) let go of Penelope’s hand, wrapping her arms around herself as she kept listening. The woman tried to hug her, and yet (y/n) wouldn’t let her, not able to give into the comforting touch that would make it all too real, forcing her to realise that Emily had truly just confessed her love for Aaron. 

And even though (y/n) knew that her husband loved her more than anything, she couldn’t help but wonder if he felt something deeper for the dark haired profiler. 

With one last glance thrown Penelope’s way, (y/n) moved away from her the second she knew the others were safe, making her way to the nearest bathroom. Her thoughts were racing, hands shaking as she tried to dry her tears, not able to explain why she had started crying. Even though she hated hearing those words coming from her best friend’s mouth, she knew that it had been their only way out of the situation, praying that the unsub wouldn’t kill them. 

The mere thought of Aaron feeling something more for Emily left (y/n)’s heart roaring in pain. Deep down she knew that her husband loved her more than Odin loved Freyja, watching her golden tears drip from her eyes whenever he left for a longer journey. Deep down she knew that he wouldn’t leave her, sticking to the promise of eternity, and yet her rational thoughts were drowned out by the confusion keeping her heart hostage. 

She felt the minutes passing by as she was sitting on the toilet seat, staring straight ahead to give the different scenarios racing through her mind like bolts of lightning enough room to confuse her even further. Should she say something to Emily? Should she act as if she hadn’t picked up on the confession? 

How does one react to the words that kept ringing in her ears like a crying child breaking the quietness night would offer? 

“Look at me, (y/n).” Aaron’s voice ripped her out of her thoughts, gaze forced to find his coffee coloured eyes. He had made it back to the BAU hours ago, wordlessly finding her stiff frame with his hands reaching for hers, pressing her into his chest. She hadn’t spoken up, hadn’t even glanced at Emily as she had followed Aaron to the elevators, set on making it home before morning would break.

“Did you hear what Emily said?”

She could only nod, glassy eyes momentarily fluttering shut. Her mind kept screaming at her, forcing her to ground herself, not wanting to give away the inner tumult she was struggling with. Aaron’s big hand found her cold cheek, thumb caressing her lower lip. He allowed himself to study his wife for a few moments, wordlessly brushing away the salty tears rolling down her cheeks like rain pouring from the dark November sky. 

“I hope you know that nobody could ever make me doubt my love for you. I promised you forever, and I intend to keep that promise. I love Emily as a friend, I could never love her like I love you.” His soft voice rumbled through him, desperately hoping to comfort her. A sob clawed through her, forehead falling against his chest, separated from him by the middle console of his black SUV. 

“I’m sorry, I don’t know why I’m crying.” Her voice trembled, deeply inhaling as Aaron slowly parted from her, pulling her in for a kiss. It took her a few more moments to calm down, wordlessly nodding at her husband as he opened her car door, guiding her towards their shared home. 

Darkness engulfed them as they stepped inside, grateful that Jack was staying with a friend, not wanting to wake him in the early hours of the morning. Aaron pulled (y/n) in for another tight hug, not daring to part from her trembling body. 

“What can I do?” His heart was aching, struggling to take in the tears lingering on her cheeks, wanting to take away her pain. She feared that he could hear her heart racing in her chest, pumping blood that could have dripped from his lifeless body hours ago, rescued by the words that have broken (y/n)’s heart in the process. 

“Just hold me, I need to feel you close.” Aaron tugged her along, making their way towards their bathroom, set on sharing a hot shower that could wash away the reminders of the past hours.

Gentle kisses were shared between them whenever another piece of clothing made it to the ground, ripped from the confines of her clothes like the weight being lifted off her chest. The hot water cascaded down her back as (y/n) stepped into the shower, grateful for the heat that now engulfed her like a warm embrace shared in the early hours of a December morning. Aaron followed her soon after, searching her body with his hands reaching for her waist, pulling her close. 

Aaron’s hands wandered along her body, caressing her skin as if he was scared that she’d evaporate into smoke, disappearing right in front of his eyes like a dream he was ripped from. Her eyes fluttered close, face nuzzled into the crook of his neck, relishing in the soft touch that made her shudder. He cupped her heat, fingers exploring her arousal covered core, set on pleasing her till she’d forget about this very night. 

She was pressed against the shower tiles, eyes finding his as he reached for his cock, brushing his tip through her folds. For a few seconds the world had stopped spinning, forcing her heart to race on, trying to focus on the moment, on the feeling of his body pressed against hers, searching her warmth. 

“I love you, I hope you never forget that.” Aaron murmured his words against her lips, pushing into her with a groan clawing through him. Her fingernails left marks on his back, clinging to him with her lips finding his, kissing her husband breathless. There was nothing rushed about the moment, allowing the two to fall into a comfortable rhythm, hoping to chase the eventual high clashing upon them. 

Her whimpers echoed through the room, reverberating through the morning, followed by the sound of their bodies clashing together with every thrust. Aaron’s movements grew faster with every moan rumbling through (y/n), hoping that he could distract her from the whirlwind of emotions she had been stuck in. 

With her fingernails clawed into his back she felt her orgasm arising, threatening to clash through her way too soon, putting an end to the moment filled with emotions fueling her love for her husband. Her vision was blurred, seeing stars as his name rolled off her tongue, giving into her orgasm like a sailor following a siren’s call, giving into her end with her emotions guiding her on.

Aaron fucked her through her high, not daring to let go of her before she trembled against him, wordlessly begging him to follow her down the edge. She felt him imprint himself on her walls, filling her with his release.