Up In The Clouds

Give me more (One-shot, rated Explicit)

Where we are (One-shot, rated Explicit)

Souls Entangled (Unrelated ficlets, rated Explicit)

Hotch stuff (One-shot, rated Explicit)

By your side (One-shot, rated General)

I need you like I need to breathe (One-shot, rated Explicit)

The pull you have on me (Two-parter, rated Explicit)

My heart, my mind is set on you (One-shot, rated General)

Can't look away (One-shot, rated Explicit)

Sweet love (One-shot, rated Explicit)

Slow (Three chapters, rated Mature)

The deprived agreement of the BAU (One-shot, rated Explicit)

Nothing on my mind but you (One-shot, rated Explicit)

Pretty as a vine (One-shot, rated Explicit)

Get closer to me (One shot, rated Explicit)

Best hidden secrets (Two parter, rated Explicit)

Nobody else (Multi-chapter, rated Mature)

Right now you're all that I need (One-shot, rated Explicit)

Release (Two parts, rated Explicit)

This is what it feels like (One-shot, rated Explicit)

The love you gave me (One-shot, rated Mature)

Sunshine (One-shot, rated General)

Love like mine (Multi-chapter, rated Explicit)

When all else fails (One-shot, rated Explicit)

The darkest parts of me (AU, multi-chapter, rated Explicit)

Running through my mind (One-shot, rated Explicit)

Gonna make you sweat (One-shot, rated Explicit)

Want your body like a fiend (One shot, rated Explicit)

Got all my love (Two parter, rated Explicit)

Over all the noise (One shot, rated Teen)

Just the thought of you  (One shot, rated Explicit)

Wild Child (AU. One-shot, rated Explicit)

Keep me close, safe and sound (One-shot, rated Explicit)

From boys to men (AU. Three-parter, rated Explicit)

Tell me your favorite (One-shot, rated Explicit)

I'd rather be a wild one instead (AU. One-shot, rated Explicit)

But you make my heart race (One-shot rated Explcit)

Seems you cannot be replaced (Multi-chapter, rated Explicit)

We got it wrong but it's alright (One-shot, rated Explicit)

Pull me tight and close your eyes (Two parts, rated Explicit)

Don't lose your focus (Jotchniss, rated Explicit)

If you weren't you (One-shot, rated General)

I'll never be the same (One-shot, rated Explicit)

 No need to take it slow (One-shot, rated Explicit)

You take a piece of me with you (Two parts, rated Teen)

To give to you (One-shot, rated Explicit)

 You give me peace (One-shot, rated Explicit)

Together with you is my favorite place to be (One-shot, rated Explicit)

We go down together (Lauren Reynolds/Ian Doyle one shot, rated Explicit)

 What a sight for sore eyes (One-shot, rated Explicit)

 The wildest dreams (One-shot, rated Explicit)

Find me where the wild things are (Multi-Chapter, rated Explicit)

Give me everything you want and need (One-shot, rated Explicit)

 In all that you do (One-shot, rated Mature)

 Chills on a summer day (Multi-Chapter, rated Explicit)

 The Muffin Man (One-shot, rated Explicit)

 I won't stop getting butterflies (Temily one-shot, rated Explicit)

 Here with me (One-shot, rated General)

 All I see is us (One-shot, rated Explicit)

 Can't get enough (One-shot, rated Explicit) 

 I don't have to make the choice (Jotchniss one-shot, rated Explicit)

 Stress release (One-shot, rated Explicit)

 The scars to your beautiful (One-shot, rated Mature)

 The greatest thing that I have achieved (Multi chapter, rated Explicit)

So let me take you all the way (One-shot, rated Explicit)

Worst of you (One-shot, rated General)

She wears poetry in her eyes (One-shot, rated General)

 I got a bad desire (One-shot, rated Explicit)

Let it be all night (Unrelated one-shots, rated Explicit)

Inside this place is warm (One-shot, rated Explicit)

Dream a little dream of me (One-shot, rated Explicit)

 Uncharted Territory (One shot, rated Explicit)

I wouldn't change a thing (One-shot, rated Mature)

 Masked eyes as you pick me apart (One-shot, rated Explicit)

If the world would ever stop (One-shot, rated Teen)

The world was on fire and no one could save me but you (Multi chapter, rated Explicit)

Got me in the dark speaking in tongues (One-shot, rated Explicit)

Date Night (One-shot, rated mature)

Wherever you will go I'll follow (One-shot, rated General)

 But until the sunrise, hold tight (Multi-chapter, rated Explicit)

Snapped (One-shot, rated Explicit)

A bad day (One-shot, rated General)

 Withheld Touches (One-shot, rated Explicit)

Looking for me (One-shot, rated General)

Trouble (One-shot, rated Explicit)

Smut drabbles from Tumblr (Rated Explicit)

Wreck me (One-shot rated Explicit)

A moment in time (Unrelated Hotchniss drabbles, rated Teen)

Set us on fire (and watch us burn) - (Multi-Chapter, rated Explicit )

Life is messy and now Spencer needs therapy (One-Shot, rated Explicit )

Deep dive (One-Shot, rated Explicit)

A little unsteady (One-shot, rated Explicit)

The best part of me is you (One-shot, rated Explicit)

All the things we will be (Multi-Chapter, rated Explicit)

The things I didn't say (One-shot, rated Explicit)

Distractions (Multi-Chapter, rated Explicit)

It shouldn’t have turned her on. None of it should have. In fact, she should have been terrified. And she was. But it had also turned her on. Chester Hardwick had tricked them, they were trapped in a cell with a serial killer more vicious than most. And for a moment she’s frozen in a way she never was. But then he speaks, his voice low, threatening. Angry.

“Unfortunately for you I’m not a five-foot tall, hundred-pound girl.” She hears him say and her head whips around to watch Aaron as he takes his jacket off, followed by his tie. It shouldn’t turn her on, but it does.

For the first time in her life she finds herself unable to react. She knows why he’s doing it, why he’s making Hardwick focus on himself and not her. He’s protecting her, like he always protected his team. She watches with her heart pounding in her chest as Hardwick squares his shoulders and Aaron does the same. And then, moments before she knows he’s about to pounce on Aaron, it seems like her brain finally works again. She speaks, and it seems to throw both men off, Aaron’s anger palpable but simmering, Hardwick too focused on himself to actually attack either of them. That’s the thing with narcissists.

The following minutes goes by in a blur, she isn’t completely sure how she manages to talk Chester down, how she lies through her teeth as she tells him that she knows why he became a killer. By the time the guards come rushing in and she sees the way Hardwick realizes that his plan has failed she breathes a sigh of relief and watches as he’s being led away. Aaron doesn’t bother to put his tie back on, he only gives her a look of recognition and then they leave.

The car ride is filled with unresolved tension. His anger and her arousal mixing into whatever was going on between them. Not that anything had happened. He was still married, although separated, she was still his subordinate. But that didn’t change the fact that there was something palpable in the air every time they were alone together, the tension that had started out as hostile dislike morphing into… something else.

“I shouldn’t have lost my temper like that.” Aaron’s knuckles are white from the way he’s gripping the steering wheel. When she turns her head to look at him she can see the way his jaw clenches.

“You shouldn’t have.” She agrees easily and his fingers flex in irritation. She didn’t back down, it both angered and intrigued him. It had from the start.

“Why can’t you just accept my apology?” He doesn’t look at her, his eyes focused on the road as they drive back to Quantico.

“You didn’t apologize.” Her words make his teeth clench so hard she’s surprised they don’t crack under the pressure. That also turns her on, she realizes, his anger. But then again she had always been attracted to danger.

He stays quiet, one hand moving to undo the top button of his collar and she can’t help but watch his Adam’s apple bop as he swallows down whatever he was going to say. It wasn’t an apology, that much she was sure of.

“Stop looking at me like that.” The deep gravel in his voice is back, like he’s physically trying to restrain himself from snapping even more. A part of her wants to push his buttons, to get under his skin until he has no choice but to react. But she doesn’t, the logical part of her knows that she can’t. They were still colleagues, even if right now all she wanted was to tear his clothes off and ride him right in this car. Preferably while he was still driving. That would be a thrill. Her thighs press together at the thought, a vain attempt to relieve some of the steady pressure that had been building inside of her and settled into a dull ache between her legs.

“Just, drive.” She finally mutters as she turns to look out the passenger window.

If he got angered by her slightly dismissive tone or noticed the fact that her cheeks were heating slightly, he didn’t comment.

They didn’t speak until they got back to the office and when she left later that evening she didn’t say goodbye but she could feel his eyes on her as she walked out through the glass doors.

The knock on her front door later that night is not completely unexpected. She would be lying if she said she didn’t hope for this, for him, at her door. She’s holding a glass of red wine in hand when she opens the door, her bathrobe hiding the black, slightly sheer underwear underneath.

“It’s late.” She leans against the doorframe while Aaron is standing on the other side, one hand resting against the wall. He looks just as angry as he had earlier, but there was something else lurking in the depth of his eyes, something more heated.

“Are you alone?” His eyes travel the length of her body slowly, like he’s calculating how fucked this is. He shouldn’t be here. And yet, he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about her. But then again he spent most of his free time thinking about her.

“Yes.” She finally takes a step back to let him into the apartment. When he passes her she feels the familiar cologne that’s so distinctively Aaron. Like sandalwood and expensive leather, heady and comforting.

“Do you know why I’m here?” He removes his jacket and hangs it neatly on the back of one of her chairs. His tie is done up again and she finds herself wanting to tug on it.

“Why don’t you tell me?” Without prompting she pours him a glass of wine too; her eyes locked on his as she hands it to him.

“No.” He doesn’t take a sip, simply sets the glass down, his own gaze just as intense as it had been earlier in the prison. “You tell me.” The order makes her stomach twist deliciously.

For a moment they’re locked in a stare down, and she feels the corner of her mouth tug into a smirk.

“You’re here because you’re angry. The type of angry you can’t show anyone else.” It’s not a lie, not even a little bit but it’s not what he wants to hear.

“Try again.” He takes a step forward, almost towering over her as she stands barefoot. She doesn’t back away.

“You’re here,” She starts, her eyes flicking across his face, taking in the stubble on his cheek, the heavy frown, the way his jaw twitches. “because you need to blow off steam.” Without breaking eye contact with him, she undoes the knot of her robe and lets it pool around her feet. “And you know I can handle it.”

The sound that rips from his throat is close to feral, a growl that causes a pang of electricity through her. He grabs her so quickly she doesn’t even realize he’s spinning her around and pinning her to his chest until his lips are ghosting along her neck.

“I’m here because you’ve done nothing but eye fuck me since the prison.” He mumbles against her ear, his hands wrapping around her, one arm pulling her close around the waist, the other gently grasping her jaw, keeping her still. “I’m here because for months I’ve thought about this.”

Her eyes close as his warm breath falls over the nape of her neck and when she shivers she feels his lips curl into a grin.

“I’m here because today I figured out something about you.” The hand around her middle grips her a little tighter, forcing a soft gasp from her.

“And what’s that?” Her own voice comes out low, raspy and close to trembling.

“You get off on anger.” Slowly his hand moves from around her middle towards the black panties, one of his fingers gently playing with the hem. “You get off on danger.”

“Not all danger.” She doesn’t know why she tells him that. Probably because he hasn’t even kissed her yet and she can already feel her clit throb between her legs.

“Hmm.” He hums, amusement dripping from the sound, almost smug. “No. Not all danger.” His fingers move further down for a moment before completely letting her go, making her stumble for a moment before he’s spinning her back around to face him. “You get off on the type of danger where you know that I wouldn’t hurt you. But I could.”

She swallows harshly, her mouth dry, her cheeks flushed pink, brown eyes blown black. She grabs his tie and tugs him closer, just like she had wanted. His lips brushes, just barely, against hers and she tightens his grip on his tie.

“Prove it.” She breathes against his face. “Take your anger out on me.”

Not even a second later he’s kissing her, swallowing up the low moan that leaves her as his tongue delves into her mouth. His hands wrap around her, picks her up and crushes her against the nearest wall as her legs wrap around his hips. He groans against her lips when he feels the heat of her through her underwear.

“Bedroom?” He hisses when she pulls his tie off forcefully. He has half the mind to gag her with it but he tucks that idea away for the next time. Because there wasn’t a doubt in his mind that they wouldn’t be here again.

“Upstairs.” She knows she shouldn’t, but she still rips the top of his shirt open, sending the first few buttons flying. In return his fist wraps in her hair, tugging her head back and exposing her neck.

“Dirty thing.” He growls against her throat, his teeth grazing her skin, his tongue tasting her low moan before he sets her down on her feet. He might already be going insane with all consuming need, but he wasn’t going to risk falling down a flight of stairs.

The way up the stairs is a blur of his clothes flying and hands grabbing, lips tasting until he pushes her to sit on the edge of her bed. He’s in his boxers, his cock a hard outline against the navy-blue fabric.

“On your knees.” He palms his erection as he stares down at her, his eyes gleaming when one of her eyebrows rises almost in defiance. “Don’t make me repeat myself.” He grasps her jaw, angling her face up. “I know that mouth is more useful for something other than talking.” The way her eyes flicker with something close to intrigue makes him smirk. He had suspected that Emily had a darker side, a part of her that enjoyed the rougher things in life. In all fairness he was the same, but with Haley he hadn’t gotten to let that side of himself out often.

The way she sinks to her knees in front of him is slow, self-assured as she deliberately licks her bottom lip. It’s probably the sexiest thing he’s ever seen.

“Two taps.” She whispers and for a second he doesn’t understand what she means by that. But then she’s pulling his boxers down until they’re around his feet and she’s stroking his shaft with one hand, while the other grasp his hip. He sucks in a breath from the way her hand gently twists the base of his cock. It’s the first time he’s felt another person’s touch in months.

“Two taps.” He agrees lowly before fisting her dark hair into a ponytail and gently pushing her forward.

The first swipe of her tongue is slow as she licks the tip of him, tasting the bead of precum already there before she takes him between her lips. It’s warm, soft, wet, and he groans as he watches her take him deeper and deeper. She begins to bop up and down, sucking, her cheeks hollowing out as he keeps her hair in his hand, not pulling or pushing, just holding the soft strands.

His fingers twitch as she takes him deeper, her throat constricting around his tip as she takes him as far as she can.

“Jesus Christ.” He groans, hips pushing forward automatically. “That’s it, good girl.” He keeps his eyes on her, watches as her brown eyes get glassy, her lips stretched, but still making sure she doesn’t tap his hip. “Choke on me Em, fucking gag on it.”

The sound she makes is muffled, the vibrations around his shaft forcing his hips to twitch. He begins to slowly thrust, keeping her head in place as his cock slides against her tongue. She doesn’t fight it, not even as saliva drips down her bottom lip and her face flushes from lack of air. Instead she sits back, almost obedient in the way she blinks up at him, mouth full of cock.

“I’m not going to come down your throat.” He tells her and almost chuckles when she looks close to disappointed. “But next time, I’m painting that pretty face with it.” With a final push he forces her to take him deep enough that her nose presses against his pelvis. He feels her choke around his length, coughing, gagging, and then she taps his hip twice and he immediately pulls back.

She inhales sharply, her throat feeling raw as she coughs again. His thumb is stroking her cheekbone, something that in any other scenario would be considered gentle, now it just exudes dominance. It’s driving her crazy, she’s lightheaded from arousal, she’s pretty sure her underwear is ruined. Her thighs squeeze together, just like they had earlier that day in the car and Aaron snickers lowly.

“You want me to take my anger out on you?” He pulls her up so she’s standing in front of him again, one hand reaching around to unhook her bra with such ease she doesn’t even realize it’s off until it’s falling to the floor to join his boxers.

“Yes.” She barely recognizes her own voice, breathy and deep. “Fuck me like you never fucked your wife.”

“Watch your mouth.” He warns as his hand wraps around her throat, not tight enough to cut off air, but enough for him to feel her pulse race against his fingertips. She grins knowingly as she falls back onto the bed, his hold guiding her until she’s laying in the middle of it with Aaron above her. He on top of her as he rips her panties off her hips. When his fingers move between her legs she spreads them wide and she can feel the arrogance radiate off him as he feels how wet she is.

“Fuck me.” She tries to pull him between her legs but he easily pins her down.

“Not yet.” His fingers trace along her folds, barely grazes her clit, the gentleness seems off, she didn’t want gentle. “Soaked.”

The word almost sounds like he’s scolding her, like he’s disappointed.

“You got no self-control, do you?” Before she can answer he pushes two thick fingers inside of her, quickly hooking them inside of her.

Her eyes drift closed and her back arches as he finds that spot inside of her that makes her tremble like he’s done this a hundred times before.

“Fuck, right there.” When her eyes open he’s studying her like she’s something intricate, watches every little twitch, listens to every sound until he’s found the perfect spot, the perfect pace.

“Like this?” It’s rhetorical, she’s already straining on the bed, her body trembling slightly as he keeps fucking her with his fingers and his palm rubs against her clit. “You gonna come on my fingers already? Pathetic.”

The humiliation makes her flush as her pussy squeezes harder around his fingers as something close to a sob leaves her lips. It seems to encourage him and he moves his hand a little harder and then ducks his head to suck on one of her nipples. It’s too much, he’s everywhere and she comes with a broken grunt, her body tensing as pleasure spreads through every nerve ending of her body.

“That’s it, good girl.” He encourages lowly as her hips buckle against his hand and her eyes roll back in her head. The flush on her face creeps down her neck and chest, her body feels like it’s on fire. Aaron watches it all with dark eyes, he’s so hard it hurts, precum staining the outside of her thigh as he watches her come completely undone for him.

When she slumps, breathing ragged, eyes glazed over, he wastes no time getting between her legs.

“Look at me.” He tells her as his pushes his cock through her wet folds. “Look at me when I fuck you.” It’s not until her dark eyes meet his that he pushes forward, filling her roughly with one strong thrust.

It’s not gentle, it’s not romantic. It’s wild, close to feral, the way he fucks her so hard the bed slams against the wall while Emily’s blunt nails drag long red lines along his back, her moans and screams barely muffled against his shoulder.

“You feel so good.” He huffs against her neck, his teeth sinking into the junction of her throat. “So tight for me.”

She can barely breathe, can barely string two words together as Aaron fucks her in a way she’s never been fucked. It’s delicious, the slight pain, the way his cock stretches her. It’s what she had fantasized about for weeks, but she had never really believed her own fantasy, didn’t believe he would be like this, not really. She had never been so wrong. She cries out as her nails dig harder into his sides and she hears him hiss against her skin when her nails break skin, but he doesn’t stop her as she marks him.

“Don’t stop, do not stop fucking me.” She gasps as one of her hand sneaks down between them, her fingers finding her clit and beginning to rub in tight circles. The pleasure is building again, almost like her body can’t get enough of him and she knows Aaron can feel the way she’s tightening around him when he growls in her ear.

“Insatiable little thing.” He pushes up on his hands to watch her properly below him. “Clenching my cock so good.” His hand finds its way back to grab her jaw, keeping her eyes locked on his.

“H-harder.” She breathes, eyes heavy lidded, jaw slack, her hair a mess on the pillow. She’s never looked more beautiful, he thinks. Somehow he managed to thrust harder, slamming into her in a way he’s sure is probably more painful that pleasureful, but Emily only cries out, the sound raw and broken as her fingers move faster on her clit.

She comes again, squeezing his cock so hard he almost falls right off the edge with her. Her slick walls pulse around him as her body trembles on the bed beneath him. He swallows the last of her moans against his mouth as he kisses her messily until her body has calmed and her legs fall limply to the bed.

“Holy shit.” She chuckles breathlessly and he lets out a deep chuckle too.

“We’re not done yet.” He flips her around, pulls her hips up and pushes back into her. “Going to fuck you every which way, going to fill you up until you can’t even walk.” He mumbles lowly. Before her, he had never been a talker, but now it seemed like he couldn’t stop, like a part of him that had been asleep was finally being set free.

“Please, fuck please-” She isn’t sure what she’s begging for, all she knows is that Aarons grip on her hips are bruising, his dirty words are sending her into a spiral. The sound of skin slapping against skin and their desperate moans and groans fill her room. Somewhere in the back of her mind she realizes that her neighbor could probably hear them, but it didn’t matter, not when Aaron was fucking her like his life depended on it.

“You’re going to come for me one more time.” He grunts as he reaches around her body to toy with her clit.

“N-no… Aaron I can’t… I-”

“You can. You will. I will fuck you until you do.” He bites the back of her shoulder in warning. His hips slam against hers, just barely changing the angle until the moan that rips from her throat is close to guttural. “There it is.” He smirks, sweat dripping off his body from exertion. He knows he must look just as wild as she does, red lines on his back, hair a mess, bite marks on his chest and shoulder. And he loves it.

Her fist slams against the bed as her body begins to tighten up like a spring again, the ball in the pit of her stomach building so fast that she twitches away from him. But Aaron doesn’t let up, keeps his fingers on her clit as he fucks her with deep, strong thrusts. She’s pretty sure she’s screaming, his name and curses, it doesn’t matter as he makes her come for a third time, her voice raw and trembling.

This time Aaron doesn’t hold back. When she tightens around his cock he grunts, his forehead resting against her back as her trembling pussy drags his orgasm from him. He keeps moving, hips twitching, prolonging everything until his eyesight goes white, pleasure making his hips stutter until finally, he collapses on top of her, a heap of sweaty limps and heaving breaths.

For a long time everything is quiet except their labored breathing. Aaron rolls off her to keep from crushing her, Emily stays still on her stomach, head turned to watch him. There’s a smile on her lips, the hazy look in her eye slowly dissipating until there’s something close to amusement shining in her dark orbs.

“So.” She finally says and Aaron looks at her.

“So.” He pushes some of her hair out of her face.

“Want a Gatorade and do that again?” She grins and he laughs, that real laugh that had been rare to hear from him for the last couple of months.

“I want a Gatorade, and then you’re going to sit on my face.” He agrees, sitting up and pulling her with him.

When Emily finally takes the risk of asking him on a date, a real date, it wasn’t a surprise to anybody but him. They had been in a constant state of unresolved feelings for a long time, only made more complicated by Haley’s death and Doyle coming back into her life. But then she comes back from Paris and the feelings that had been there before she left were still there, probably even more noticeable now, because they had gotten a taste of what life would be without each other.

So she asked him out one night, rules be damned, and when he says yes with a shy smile and a flush creeping up his neck under his collar, she feels like something falls into place.

It’s easy to fall in love with him, it’s even easier to fall in lust with him. Aaron might be mild mannered most of the time, but his intensity and attention to detail was something that became even more prominent as he spent hours taking her apart with such ease that it almost scared her. She had never met a man like him before, a man whose greatest pleasure was seeing the pleasure he caused her.

“Fuck me.” She gasps as he bends her over the kitchen table one evening, one hand wrapped gently around her throat, thick fingers grasping her jaw, his other hand between her legs, circling her clit as he pushed himself behind her, the heat of his chest almost feeling scolding against her back.

“Hold on.” He whispers against her shoulder blade, before biting down playfully and she mewls with a breathless chuckle. His warm touch disappears for a few seconds she hears the familiar sound of plastic and foil filling the air, mixing with their slightly labored panting.

It was another thing she loved about him, the fact that he hadn’t complained once about her wanting to use a condom, despite the fact that she was on birth control. He hadn’t even questioned it. She never needed to explain why, never needed to tell him about her fear of accidentally getting pregnant after telling him about one of the most traumatizing experiences in her life even though the chance of her actually getting pregnant were slim.

Her train of thought is broken when he pushes inside of her swiftly, stretching her despite her having had him more times than she could count by now.

“Fuck, you always feel so good.” He mumbles, his words whispered against her spine as he rests his forehead against the back of her neck for a moment, letting them both take a second before he starts to move.

He keeps her bent over the table until she’s whimpering and twitching away from his touch and he comes with a grunt, filling the condom as he grinds against her ass, her name on his lips.

It’s surprisingly easy, their relationship moving forward without either of them paying much attention. It’s not until she realizes that she spends six nights a week at his place, that she brings up the idea of her moving in with him.

“Sweetheart, you have a key and my closet consists of your clothes more than my own at this point. You’re already moved in.” He answers with a teasing tone and barely contained smile and she throws a pillow at him.

“You’re such a jerk.” Her words conflict with the grin on her face and he laughs, that kind of laugh that makes her stomach tighten and heart flutter.

“Good thing you love me anyway.” He takes her hand and pulls until she’s moving on her own and straddles his waist. “Emily, do you want to move in with me? Officially?”

She doesn’t need to answer, her lips on his is answer enough.

She’s been living with Aaron and Jack for a couple of months when Jessica asks to take Jack for the weekend and even though she feels bad, a part of her is happy that she’ll get Aaron all to herself for two whole days.

Aaron doesn’t say anything but he seems happy about it too, his hands on her body, his lips tasting her skin, a freedom that they don’t have in the same way when there was a kid around.

It had been a long week, a week spent tracking down a local unsub but even though they all got to spend a few hours of sleep in their own beds each night, it was no less draining. By Friday they end up curled up in bed falling asleep early, too tired for anything else but a whispered good night.

The next morning she’s woken up by his hands grazing her skin, warm fingers trapping her nipple and gently pulling, his breath is damp against the back of her neck, his hips thrusting lazily against her backside. She knows he’s not fully awake yet, and still he’s already driving her crazy.

“Em…” He mumbles sleeping as she sighs softly, her thighs squeezing together to relieve some of the pressure between them. “Shh, stay still.”

She makes a sound, raspy from sleep as he touches her with more intent, touching her like it’s the first time. He takes his time, time he doesn’t normally have as he feels her body respond to him. When her skin pebbles from goose bumps he smirks against her neck, when her breathing gets shaky he makes a tsk sound.

“Impatient.” He gently scolds her as she turns in his arms, her eyes blown black by lust and a flush on her cheeks.

“You’re teasing me.” She whispers, as he settles above her, her legs easily spreading for him to fit in between.

“And you’re impatient.” He reaffirms as he grinds his hips against hers, his cock already hard and leaking precum into his boxers. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” When her cheeks flush harder and she bites back a smile he gently pushes some of her dark hair away from her face before kissing her softly. “My perfect girl.”

“You’re not so bad yourself.” She whispers before raking her nails through his hair and pulling slightly to tug him into a deeper kiss.

His hands begin to move over her body again, pulling her sleep shirt off and dragging her underwear down her legs so he can push two thick fingers inside of her. His eyes are focused on her face as he curls them inside of her while pushing his palm against her clit, watches with dark satisfaction as she throws her head back and lets out a breathless grunt.

It never took long, he knew her body better than anyone ever had, and she knows her slick is staining her thighs as he pushes his fingers deep inside of her, but the coiling in the pit of her stomach is already building. He curls his fingers and rubs against that perfect spot inside of her and when she moans his name he smirks at the sound.

“That’s it sweetheart.” He encourages her, his voice graveled when he feels the way her walls start to tighten around his fingers. “You gonna come for me like this?”

“Y-yes, don’t stop.” She nods breathlessly and she feels his finger move a little faster, his palm press a little firmer against her clit. Her thighs trembles as her moans get louder, needier, and just as she’s about to fall over the edge, he stops.

“Not yet.” He mumbles with a smug look on his face as he licks her slick from his fingers, watching her with amusement as she lays beneath him, panting and looking at him stuck somewhere between anger and arousal. “I want to feel you coming on my cock.”

“Aaron I swear to God-” She starts but is stopped by him pushing the fingers he just had in his mouth in between her lips, forcing her to taste her own arousal on his fingers as he presses them against her tongue and uses his other hand to push down his boxers.  

“Like I said, impatient.” He pulls his fingers out of her mouth and kisses her, his tongue moving against hers with a groan. “We have all weekend, trust me sweetheart, you’re going to limp by Monday.” His mumbled words are cut off by the feeling of her hand wrapping around his cock, pumping his shaft and spreading precum into his skin.

“You can’t have all the fun.” She twists her wrist and his hips buckle into her hand. His shaft is hot against her palm, more precum leaking onto her fingers and when she lifts her hand to lick it off she meets his eye with a smirk of her own.

“Filthy thing.” The way his voice drops to something close to a growl sends a tingle down her spine and she lets him intertwine their fingers beside her head. His cock nudges her swollen clit and she inhales sharply.

“I need you.” She whispers as he grinds against her, his shaft dragging along her clit slowly with just enough pressure to not be enough. Her legs wrap around his hips, pulling him closer and Aaron hisses against her shoulder, feeling the heat of her against his cock. “Please.” Her whispered plea is the last straw and he pushes forward, pushing inside of her with a groan.

“You feel so god damn good.” He mumbles against her neck before he sucks gently on the skin there as his hips begin to move.

His thrusts are heavy and strong and she clings to him, completely lost in the feeling of him. Her nails rake over his back and ribs, leaving red lines and almost breaking skin. The sting of it makes him arch and hips buckle, forcing him even deeper inside of her and she gasps against his shoulder.

It felt good, it felt so fucking good and she bites down on her bottom lip to keep from moaning too loudly but he gently grabs her chin.

“I want to hear you, I want you to scream for me.” He keeps a hold on her chin, forcing her to meet his eye as he begins to move harder, fucking her faster, making her body jerk with each of his thrusts. It feels different, even better than it normally did and he can already feel himself losing control as he picks up the pace of his thrusts. When he finally lets go of her chin it’s to change the angle and he gets up on his knees while pulling her up by firm grip on her hips.

“Yes, oh my God, right there!” She whimpers, the new angle making him hit inside of her perfectly. Her hands twist the sheets as her eyes drift closed. When she opens them again she meets his stare, his dark eyes clouded over by pleasure and lust as he looks at her like she’s the 8th marvel of the world. It used to scare her, the way he looked at her like she was something precious, but now she reveled in it. “Touch me.” Her voice comes out lower, tight with need and Aaron wastes no time, looking down as he moves his hand from her hip to rub his thumb against her clit.

Only, it doesn’t come.

Instead he freezes, eyes going wide for a moment.

“Shit.” He looks down at her and she’s sure she can see his body trembling with the effort to keep still. “We’re not- the condom- I forgot…” He trails off and watches as realization dawns on her. It felt so good being inside of her without the barrier of the condom, but he knew what it meant to her.

For a few seconds she freezes and then she squirms a little and she sees the way Aaron literally twitches with the need to move. She can see the way he’s fighting himself, that all he wants is to keep going. And so does she, it felt too good to stop, she was on birth control and after what Doyle did to her the probability for her to get pregnant was close to zero. And it was Aaron, she trusted him with everything, including this.

“Keep going.” She says softly, her eyes locked on his.

“Em-” He starts but she squeezes her muscles around him, cutting him off as he grunts and his hips push forward on their own.

“It’s okay, keep going.” She pulls him down so he’s hovering above her again. “I want to feel it, all of it.”

He gives her another moment, his body trembling above hers, sweat dripping down his temple. He didn’t know why, but the feeling of her around him without a condom, the thought of coming inside of her without a barrier, it set something off in him. When Emily only buckles her hips up against his he can’t take it anymore and he begins to thrust.

“Feels so good, you feel so good, can’t wait to feel you squeeze my cock bare.” He mumbles, dirty words rolling of his tongue without a second thought.

Her eyes roll back as his hips snap against hers with a kind of need she’s never felt before. She realizes that even though Aaron probably didn’t even know it, this had unlocked something inside of him and now he was moving on raw instinct and she couldn’t do much but cling to him. Each thrust got her closer to coming, each of his groans against her ear made her stomach tighten. She sneaks a hand between their bodies, her fingers easily finding and rubbing her clit in tight circles as she moans his name.

“I’m so close.” She gasps against his neck, tasting the sweat on his skin.

“Come for me, come on my cock.” He’s losing his mind from how good she felt around him, somehow feeling wetter and hotter as her pussy trembled around his shaft. Logically he knew that the difference with a condom wasn’t huge, but there was something about feeling her without protection, that she trusted him enough for this, that made him lightheaded with want.

Her fingers circle her clit faster and he changes the angle just a fraction and then she’s coming with a breathless grunt, her body trembling and hips buckling wildly. Through the ringing in her ears she hears Aaron’s graveled grunt as she contracts around his shaft. He fucks her through it, hips thrusting even when she goes limp and she’s looking up at him with glazed over eyes.

She can feel the strain on him, can feel the way his body tremors as he looks down at her with something close to desperation.

“Do it.” She pants breathlessly. “Come inside of me, let me feel it.”

It didn’t take more than a few harsh pushes of his hips before he lets out a sound stuck somewhere between a yell and a punched out groan as he comes. His hips grind tightly against hers as he spurts inside of her, cock twitching as every muscle in his body tenses from pleasure.

Emily whimpers, the heat of his orgasm making her clit throb again and she squirms under him.

“D-don’t move.” He gasps, breathless and body covered in sweat as he tries to regain feeling in his legs. “Shit that was-”

“So good.” She finishes for him with a smile, somehow feeling more sated than she ever had. She squeezes around him again and Aaron jumps with a breathless chuckle.

“Emily, give me a minute.” He rolls off her and watches with heated eyes as some of his cum drips out of her.

“I don’t think we need a minute.” She smirks, seeing his cock jerk slightly as he watches his seed pool underneath her. “We’re doing that again. And again, and again.”

“You know this sucks right?” Emily’s voice cuts through the silence between them and the way her voice is laces with slight irritation makes him laugh.

He looks at her, sitting in the tiny boat with a fishing spear in hand, a large hat on her head to hide her face from the sun.

“It’s supposed to be peaceful.” He counters and he watches in amusement as Emily rolls her eyes at him.

“Being on the lake is peaceful, looking at the water is peaceful, but hooking worms onto hooks and waiting for some poor fish to get caught is not peaceful.”

He only laughs again, shaking his head at the way she frowns at him. It had been his idea to get away for the weekend, to use Dave’s cabin in the woods to get away from the city. Emily had happily agreed, thinking they’d spend the weekend cuddling, having sex and going swimming. Only, Aaron had different ideas. He made her go hiking the day before, and as much as Emily enjoyed the sound of birds chirping and the silence of the woods, she hated the bugs, hated the lack of a bathroom when they were two miles from the cabin and she was close to peeing herself. He had made it up to her by making her come. A lot.

And that was the only reason why she had agreed to go fishing the next day, because she knew he would make it up to her once they were back inside. But she couldn’t deny how beautiful it was, sitting in silence and watching the soft ripples in the water, feeling the sun on her arms, and being with him. As Aaron was focusing on trying to catch a fish, she was focused on him, and on how handsome he looked, sitting there, calm, serene, a peacefulness about him he rarely showed anyone.

After about an hour and three fishes later (that he caught because Emily gave up) he rowed them back to the small dock that belonged to the cabin.

“You did good sweetheart.” He kisses her temple once she had gotten off the boat, his lips gentle against her skin.

“Yeah? You thought I would threaten you to get back inside?” Her teasing tone and slight smirk only makes him pull her closer to him.

“It did cross my mind.” He mumbles against her temple before she pushes playfully at him.

“Jerk.” There’s no malice in her voice. “Now let’s get inside and you can gut those things for dinner.” She can’t resist scrunching her nose slightly at the thought.

“Didn’t you spend summers in the mountain with your grandfather?” He laughs at her slight disgust as he carries the fishing spears and the small bucket containing the fish.

“I did, but then I grew up, and taxi rides and martini’s won out.” She grins at him over her shoulder before opening the door. “I think I’ll take a shower.” As she talks she peels her shirt off before turning back to him. “Want to join me?”

He doesn’t need to answer, only hurries after her as clothes get thrown across the living room.  

Afterwards Aaron gets dressed and begins cooking as Emily cleans up the mess in the bathroom and bedroom, changing the wet sheets and then gets dressed in one of Aaron’s shirts and a pair of tights before joining him in the kitchen. On the counter there’s a martini waiting for her, next to a glass of his scotch.

“Something smells good.” She says, ignoring the glass and instead stands next to him and he wraps his arms around her hip while effortlessly flipping the fish in the pan. His other hand sneaks under the hemline of the shirt she’s wearing as he gently runs his fingers along her skin just above her hipbone.

“Thank you for coming here with me.” He says quietly against her wet hair. “Even if it wasn’t exactly what you expected.”

She moves slightly so she’s standing in front of him, her chin resting against his chest as she looks up at him, her dark eyes soft and adoring as she smiles.

“It’s been perfect honey.” She isn’t lying, because getting to spend time like this with him was something that was precious, something rare. “We should try and do this once a year.”

“Oh yeah?” He tucks some of her wet hair behind her ear. “Maybe, some day we can even get a cabin like this of our own?”

“I’d like that.” She pulls him down for a kiss. “I’d love it, actually.”

“Me too.” He smiles softly against her lips before he turns his focus back to the food on the stove. Emily turns back around, rests against his side quietly for a few moments before she exhales softly.

“I think Jack would love that too. And his little brother or sister.”

When Aaron almost drops the pan she hides a smile by biting the inside of her cheek.

“Wait… you’re…?” His eyes are wide, surprise and joy that he doesn’t quite dare to show yet shining back at her. When she beams up at him and nods he wraps his arms back around her, pulling her flush to his front. “You’re pregnant.”

Emily had many things in life to be thankful for, a lot of things that would count her as lucky. It hadn’t always been that way, but as she got older and built her life up, she realized one day that she really was grateful for every part of her life, even the bad ones.

She had a stable and good career, she had friends that she loved and who loved her, she had a comfortable life. Most of all she had Aaron, and with Aaron came the family she had always wanted. She loved him in a way she had never loved another person, and she loved the life they had created together. He had the kind of qualities she not only wanted but also needed; he was an unwavering anchor that kept her stable even at the most stressful of times.

She wouldn’t say that her favorite thing about their life together was their sex life, but it was definitely up there. He had a tendency to make her forget about everything and anything; always attentive in the way he made her crave his touch when her mind was frazzled.

Like right now, days before thanksgiving and she was stressed both from work and from the fact that her mother would be joining them for the holidays. He didn’t tell her to calm down, instead he would leave lingering kisses against her bare shoulder in the evening, his stubble rough against her skin. Then he would tease his fingers along her stomach, warm and dry as he left goosebumps across her body.

“Come to bed sweetheart.” He mumbled against the nape of her neck before his teeth sunk gently into her flesh, making her mewl as her eyes drifted closed.

“I can’t.” She sighs heavily, still signing off on paperwork she decided to bring home. His lips curl into a smile against her neck as he brushes her hair away to continue to taste her skin.

“Yes you can.” He whispers before sucking gently on her earlobe. “Come to bed.”

She knew that it wasn’t a question.

So that’s how she finds herself with her hands gripping the headboard of their bed and Aaron’s head between her legs. His tongue flicks over her clit, making her bite her lip to keep from begging for more. When he hums, the vibrations against her make her thighs squeeze shut, trapping him between them. She feels his smirk against her wet folds and she gasps breathlessly.

“Don’t stop.” She breathes, her back arching and knuckles whitening as he flattens his tongue against her, applying pressure in that special way that never fails to make her fall apart.

When her thighs begin to tremble, he easily wraps his strong arms around them to keep her still for him. He hears her sharp inhale as he sucks on her clit and when her hips grind against his face he knows she’s moments from coming. He doubles his effort, sucking and licking over the sensitive bud as Emily squirms and moans louder and louder. By the time she’s coming he knows his fingers are digging into her skin hard enough to bruise as her hips rock desperately against his mouth.

He groans as she moans his name, her voice breathless and full of need as he makes sure to keep going until she’s slumping, cheeks flushed and breathing labored.

“You’re so fucking good at that.” She pants as he smirks up at her, his face shiny from her in a way that was almost obscene. She doesn’t care as she pulls him up to kiss her, a low moan rumbling in her throat at the taste of herself on his tongue.

“Turn around.” Aaron whispers against her lips as he pulls away, his dark eyes looking close to black as he licks his lips.

She gets on her hands and knees and hums lowly as she feels his warm hands on her body, at first stroking over her hips, then up her sides and then back down again. She can feel his cock against her thigh, the smear of him staining her skin as he leans over her and licks along her spine slowly, tasting the sweat on her body.

“Fuck me.” She breathes and he chuckles behind her. “I need to feel you.”

“You need me huh?” His voice holds a hint of smugness, raspy and low behind her as he pushes his tip through her folds, up and down, up and down.

“Aaron.” She warns and in response his fingers tangle in her hair and he pulls, not too hard, just enough that the dull pain in her hairline shoots down her body and her clit throbs.

“Tsk,” He clicks his tongue as he pulls her up until she’s on her knees, her back pressed to his chest. One hand trails over her breasts, down between her legs to playfully slap her clit, before finally wrapping around her waist to keep her close “is that any way to speak to your husband?” He feels her body shiver in response, knows how much she craves to have him like this.

“I’m sorry.” She gasps, her head falling back against his shoulder. “Please, fuck me.” She begs him and immediately she feels him push inside of her, making her groan at the familiar stretch of him.

He fucks her hard and fast, his hips snapping against hers as he keeps her pinned to him, one arm around her waist, the other between her legs. When she comes again he covers her mouth with his palm as he muffles his own groan against her neck. The way she clenches around him makes him come too, his cock throbbing inside her clenching walls.

When they collapse they’re tangled together, sweaty and panting as Aaron wraps himself around her.

Emily groans when the sun streaming in through the curtains hits her face. It’s too early, she shouldn’t be awake right now. It was Sunday, there was no reason for her to be awake at 6am on a Sunday. So what was it that woke her up?

The sudden smell of coffee fills her nostrils, followed by a sound coming from the kitchen.

“What the fu-” Her muttered words are cut off when she suddenly remembers the previous night, what she had done, or more like who she had done. Aaron Hotchner was in her kitchen right now, her boss. Fuck.

She scrambles out of bed and grabs her robe, making sure to tie it tightly around herself before she walks out to the kitchen. Sure enough there he is, Aaron Hotchner dressed in jeans and nothing else standing in her kitchen and making scrambled eggs. Double fuck.

“M-morning.” She says and he turns to her with a smile stuck somewhere between embarrassed and shy.

“Good morning.” He says before pushing a cup of coffee towards her, a packet of Splenda already beside it. “I didn’t want to just leave, that felt… weird.” He plates the eggs and pushes one plate towards her too.

“You… cooked?” Her eyes study him, her head moving to the side slightly. He looked different in the early morning light, different from the man that had bitten a bruise into her thigh only hours before. He looked almost…soft as the sunlight hit him just right.

“I don’t know if mixing eggs and milk together counts as cooking, but, yeah I did.” His voice breaks off her train of thought and when she looks at him, he’s smirking at the way she’s scrutinizing him. “You thought I’d leave.” He concludes for her and she nods.

“I guess, I thought you’d want to pretend this didn’t happen.” She takes a long sip from her coffee while Aaron shakes his head.

“Is that really the type of man you think I am?” He doesn’t seem offended, leaning over her kitchen counter and eating the breakfast he had cooked in her kitchen like this was normal, like they had done this a thousand times.

“No, but this complicates things. Doesn’t it?” She watches him smile, amusement shining in his dark orbs.

“It only does if we let it.” He finally puts the fork down and walks around the counter to stand right in front of her. “Do you want me to go?”

“No.” She says it too quickly and his shoulder relax somewhat. “Stay. We can talk.”

“Or,” His fingers feel hot against her skin when he carefully brushes some hair behind her ear before trailing down her side until he reaches the knot of her robe. “we can talk later?” His voice drops to a whispers and she sucks in a breath.

“Later sounds good.” She swallows harshly and nods, giving him permission to tug on the strap. When he pushes her robe of her shoulders and his eyes darkens she realizes that she’s completely naked. It felt more real this time, standing in front of him bare in the early morning hours than it had been in the dead of night.

“You’re so god damn beautiful.” His palm is scolding against her waist when he pulls her closer to him, his other hand cups the back of her head, his fingers tugging gently on her dark hair.

She isn’t sure where they’ll go from here, all she knows is that it’s the start of something. Something exciting, something that she doesn’t want to run from.

“Hi, it’s me. I know that you’re probably mad…” He hangs before he can finish listening to the whole message. It’s too painful, the sound of her voice like a dagger slicing through his heart.

24 hours earlier

At first he can’t put his finger on what it is that’s bothering him. It’s subtle, a feeling of something not being right. But they were hunting down an international terrorist so that was to be expected. When he finds out about Ian Doyle and Emily’s past, his Emily, that feeling suddenly makes a little more sense. He never blamed her for not telling him about her time working for Interpol, he knew that a lot of her work there was classified. He never blamed her for going undercover, or that a part of him knew that maybe Emily did love Ian in some way. 

He never blamed her for any of it, because it wasn’t her fault.

But then she’s gone, one second she’s in the bullpen and the next there’s not a trace of her anywhere. And the next 24 hours is like stepping into his own worst nightmare, a nightmare he had already lived through once. 

 For that, he does blame her. 

 Because this was a decision she had made on her own. She hadn’t trusted him with it. A part of him knows that she went after Doyle alone to protect him, to protect Jack, to protect her chosen family. But that doesn’t matter now. Now it was too late. 

 They had been too slow. 

 He had been too late. 

At first it doesn’t seem real, watching her lying on the concrete floor, broken, bruised, cuffed. It can’t be real, he can’t go through this again. He doesn’t hear Morgan’s voice as he attempts to keep her alive, he doesn’t notice the EMTs or Dave holding him as he falls to the ground. 

 He can’t hear or feel anything. All he sees is her. 

Hours later he’s standing outside the entrance to the hospital, empty in a way he had never experienced before. He looks down at the phone in his hand, the voice message still there, still not listened to.

“Hi, it’s me. I know that you’re probably mad…” He can’t listen to it, the sound of her voice makes it feel like he’s tearing apart at the seams and he hangs up just as a warm hand lands on his upper arm.

 “Aaron.” 

 He pockets his phone before turning to see JJ standing there. She looks just as broken as he feels.

 “I’m so sorry.” She whispers, tears rolling down her cheeks. It’s not enough, she knows it’s not. Nothing would ever be enough. 

But then she’s hugging him, and he clings to her. She cries for her best friend and the pain she can’t even imagine Aaron is feeling. He’s crying for the love of his life being gone. Already grieving a life they would never get to have. 

Two weeks later he’s sitting by the kitchen table, the apartment dark. He looks around, watches the pictures of them on the wall, flowers he had watched her try to keep alive were now dry and turning brown. It was silent, something he wasn’t used to anymore, because she would always play music when she was home. But the thing was, this apartment doesn’t feel like home anymore.

He takes a sip of the scotch in his glass, the amber liquid no longer burning as it slides down his throat and only leaves a bitter warmth behind. The cellphone lays on the table in front of him, almost taunting him. For a moment he wants to throw it against the nearest wall. Maybe breaking something would make him feel better. But that voicemail that he had yet to listen to was the last piece he had of her.

After a few heavy moments he finally reaches for it. The tears burning in his eyes make the screen blurry as he pushes the button to finally listen to the last words she’d ever say to him. He wonders if things would have been different, if she would still be there, if he had picked up the phone that day when she had called only a few minutes before Ian Doyle captured her. If he could have somehow changed her mind about trying to go at it alone. If only he had answered.

If only.

“Hi, it’s me. I know that you’re probably mad, and you have every right to be. I’m not going to tell you not to be angry, but what I want you to know is that I love you. I love you with everything I am. I just… I love you and I need you to remember that, no matter what happens.”

She’s on his doorstep only a few days after finding out that he’s back in DC, no longer in victim’s protection, Jack taller than her. He’s just as handsome, but now he had specks of gray in his hair and in his beard. She had always liked when he let his beard grow.

“Emily.” He says her name like a prayer, standing in the doorway to an apartment filled with boxes still to be unpacked. “You’re here.”

“I-” For a moment she feels stupid for just showing up, but he’s looking at her with the same fondness she remembers. “I heard you were back.”

“We are.” He wants to tell her everything, he wants to thank her for everything. She was the person who gave him his life back. Instead he just looks at her, tries to see any evidence of the injuries he knows she sustained when Scratch attacked the team, when he took her. He can’t see any traces of a bruise, but he knows that the mental toll was way worse than the physical one. But now Peter Lewis was dead and Aaron was back in the only place he had ever really called home. “We’re home.”

At that she smiles and finally she hugs him. It’s too tight, it’s too intimate but she doesn’t care anymore. They didn’t work together, they didn’t have a reason to pretend that they didn’t feel something more than friendship towards each other. He hugs her back just as tightly, his arms wrapping around her and pulling her close.

“Can I buy you dinner?” She asks once they break apart and Aaron smiles. It’s funny how sometimes things that had seemed so hard was suddenly so easy.

“Sure.” He says as he carefully brushes some hair behind her ear. “Friday?”

“Friday.”

So they go to dinner and it’s like something falls into place. They talk about anything and everything. Her time in London, Reid going to prison, Jack’s soccer, about what it meant that they were back in the same city.

When the check comes he snatches it away from her and gives him a playful glare when she tries to argue.

“I was supposed to buy you dinner.” She muses and he simply shakes his head.

“We both knew that wasn’t happening. A gentleman pays on the first date.” He watches as her eyebrow arches at the word date.

“Oh so this is a date now, is it?” She stands up from the table as she smiles at him

“It always was.” He stands up as well and helps her with her coat. “A date we’ve been waiting for, for a long time I think.” His words falls against the back of her neck and she shivers from the feeling.

“Yeah. You’re right.” She takes his hand as they walk out of the restaurant, his warm palm feeling right against hers as his fingers intertwine with hers.

He doesn’t let go of her hand until they’re outside of her apartment, his heart beating in his chest, her cheeks a faint blush of pink as she looks up at him almost shyly. He had imagined kissing her probably a thousand times. He had wondered what she tasted like, what she felt like in his arms. And now he realized that he wouldn’t have to wonder anymore.

“Thank you, for dinner.” The words are spoken quietly as she looks up at him.

“Thank you for asking me out.” He muses with a smile as his hand gently cups her cheek. His thumb brushes against her cheekbone and he watches as her eyes flutter closed for a moment.

“Aaron?” She whispers after a few seconds of silence when he still doesn’t lean forward, her nerves getting the best of her.

“Yes?” His breath falls against her face as he speaks.

“Kiss me.”

“You’ve always been so impatient.” He mumbles, voice low and teasing and then she’s pulling on his tie and he’s kissing her. She tastes like red wine and right and within moments he’s wrapping one arm around her and pulling her against his chest. It’s been years of longing, years of fighting what they knew was inevitable.

He had never been a fan of long distance relationships. He had done it with Haley while working for Scotland Yard for a short time, he had done it with Beth when she lived in New York. What he had come to find was that he didn’t like it, he didn’t like phone calls and Skype and Face Time and then not being able to touch the woman he loved.

But with Emily, it somehow worked. Maybe because he knew that now that they were finally together he wasn’t going to be stupid enough to let her go. She was in London, still running Interpol, but she was moving back soon.

Only soon wasn’t soon enough.

He and Jack had visited her over New Years, by some miracle he had been granted the time off and they had spent almost two weeks together. They spent Valentines apart, only a short phone call when Aaron was getting ready for work and Emily was already at the office. The team had a case and by the time he got back to the hotel in the small town they were working in, it was too late to call her again. So not only was the long distance killing him, but the time difference only made it worse.

But they had gotten into a routine, Emily texted him first thing when she woke up, Aaron texted her back around seven hours later. If they had time they would Face Time at least once, and if not they would at least say good night before she was going to bed.

Only, today he had only gotten her good morning text. At first he didn’t think much of the fact that she didn’t reply to his text like she normally did, she was probably busy with work. But by the time he was sitting down to eat lunch and he called her, it went straight to voice mail, which was odd. Emily never turned her phone off. He anxiously watches the British news to make sure there wasn’t some huge catastrophe going on. There wasn’t. He waits another ten minutes and then calls her again. It goes to voice mail and his eyebrow furrows.

“Have you talked to Emily today?” He asks Penelope when she walks into his office later that afternoon. He knew the women spoke or texted every few days.

“No sir.” She says too quickly, her eyes big and her posture a little straighter than normal. If he hadn’t been so distracted thinking about Emily he probably would have noticed the lie written all over her face.

It’s one of those rare days when the whole team actually gets to leave the office at a decent time. He calls her again as he walks to his car, this time his call comes through but she doesn’t pick up.

“God damn it Emily.” He’s losing his mind, because this wasn’t like her. No matter how busy they were, they always made time for at least a text message. “Pick up.” He calls one more time but the same thing happens. His stomach twists uncomfortably.

He gets home and it’s quiet, which he doesn’t expect. Jack should be home from school by now. It’s too quiet, too still, and his hand automatically reaches for the gun in his holster.

“Jack?” He calls out but there’s no response and his already anxious mind starts to race. But then there’s a scent, a scent he could pick out anywhere, wafting suddenly in the air. He walks through the apartment and toward his bedroom with determined steps.

For a few seconds he just stares at the figure standing in his bedroom, two large suitcases beside her. He thinks he’s imagining her, he has to be, because Emily was in London, she was not in his bedroom.

“You’re home early.” She’s grinning like an idiot, enjoying the look of shock on his face. “Surprise?”

Before he knows it he’s closing the distance between them and pulling him against his chest, walking so quickly that they lose their footing and land on the bed with Emily laughing.

“You scared the hell out of me.” He mutters against her neck “You can’t do that to me.”

“I wanted it to be a surprise. I’m actually shocked that Garcia didn’t break.” She hugs him tightly against her, feeling him press kisses against her neck.

“Garcia knew?” He lifts his head to look at her, one hand cupping her cheek. When she breaks into another grin he can’t help but to smile too.

“The entire team did.” She laughs at the look on his face. “I made them promise not to say anything.”

“I swear Em, you can’t do that. I’ve been going crazy all day, I’ve been worried.” He flips them around so she’s straddling him. “Stop laughing, it’s not funny.” He mutters when she chuckles above him.

“I won’t do it again.” She promises him and presses a kiss to his lips. “Because I won’t need to.”

“What do you mean?” His hands tighten on her waist, his brown eyes locked on hers.

“I’m moving back, today.” She watches as his entire face lights up. “No more long distance, I’m home.”

“You’re home.” He breathes, stuck somewhere between stunned and exhilarated.

“Unless your offer to move in together is off the table?” She teases and he gently grabs a hold of the back of her neck to pull her closer.

The way she moved should be illegal. His eyes are fastened on her hips, on the natural sway of her body as she moves to the music, fascinated by the way she dances effortlessly. He shouldn’t stare at her, but he can’t stop.

For almost four weeks he had been sleeping with her, had gotten to experience Emily as simply herself and not agent Prentiss. But she had never mentioned that she could dance, and most certainly not that she could dance like that.

It had been Dave’s idea, going to a salsa class as a group. Things had been tense, their workload making them all irritable, frustrations at the world easily becoming frustrations at each other. The older man had called it a bonding experience, and Aaron had reluctantly agreed.

And now Emily is dancing, her feet moving easily to the rhythm, practiced ease in her movements when the rest of them are still trying to figure out when to go forward and when to go backward.

He should not stare at her, no one knew about them yet. But then the team pairs off and Dave dances with the instructor so that leaves him and Emily. And now he’s stuck trying not to stumble over his own feet and Emily is pressing little closer to him than she should.

“You’re turned on.” She whispers against his ear with a teasing smirk and his hand tightens against her waist.

“You never said you could dance like this.” His words are mumbled but she still hears the strain in his voice. His eyes rake across the rooms as he watches his friends and coworkers dance, no one was paying them any attention. “And now all I can think about is you twisting your hips like that on top of me.”

She bites her lip to keep from grinning just as he steps forward when he’s supposed to step backwards, making them collide and she feels his hot breath against her neck.

“I’ll give you private lessons later. If you want.” The way she’s looking at him with eyes clouded over by arousal makes him stumble and almost step on her toes which makes her laugh despite herself.

“Sorry.” He mutters and she shakes her head, dismissing the unnecessary apology. “But a private lesson, I’m not going to say no to.” He lets go of her as the instructor comes over to give him a few notes. He doesn’t hear any of it, all he can think about is her and the fact that in about two hours he was going to have her in his bed, clinging to him.

About an hour later they’re all leaving the dance studio feeling a little lighter than they had when they first walked in.

“We should go out for a drink.” Derek suggests as he wraps one arm around Penelope’s shoulders.

“I’m actually pretty tired.” Emily pulls her coat around her tighter, the winter chill creeping in even through layers of clothing. “I think I’ll call it a night.”

“Same. And I’m picking up Jack early from Haley’s tomorrow.” Aaron adds as he fiddles with his car keys. “You want a ride Prentiss?”

She gives him a smirk, her dark eyes glinting slightly in amusement.

“Sure, I want a ride.” The innuendo isn’t lost on either of them.

After saying their goodbye’s the team watches them as Aaron drives away. When the car disappears around a corner Dave turns to the rest of them.

“I wonder when they’re going to tell us.” He laughs lightly as they begin to walk down the street

“Yeah did you see them in there? Hotch was losing his mind.” JJ grins as Penelope links their arms, leaving Derek to walk next to Spencer instead.

“If Prentiss is limping on Monday I’m confronting her.” Derek looks at Spencer who looks mortified and starts to laugh. “Relax kid, I’m kidding.”