Hannah

The beat of the music is loud in his ears, the people even louder. He wasn’t sure why he had agreed to come out, he had work to finish, had a nice big bed waiting for him at home, he had every reason in the world not to be there. And yet, here he was.

The team had all wanted to go out to dinner, the last few days had been draining and they all needed something else to focus on besides the hate that existed in their world. He had agreed to the dinner, but as glasses of wine were being had and the food was gone, Derek suggested that they’d all go to the bar across the street.

He should have said no, he really should have. But even Dave encouraged him to join and between his best friend, Emily’s eyes and Penelope’s badgering he accepted with a nagging feeling that he would end up regretting his decision.

He wasn’t wrong. Because now he’s sitting at a crowded table, nursing a scotch and watching as men flocked around Emily like moths to the most delicious flame. Jealousy is licking at his insides, it’s heavy in his stomach, it makes his tone curt and low as he tries to pretend that he’s not watching her every move.

They weren’t together, not even close to it, but that didn’t change the fact that he was madly in love with her.

It had started after his divorce, a slow simmer as he realized just how beautiful his subordinate was. There was no harm in noticing that, he would justify to himself, because Emily was beautiful, any man would be crazy to suggest otherwise. But then he finds himself laughing at her dry sense of humor, finds himself looking for her first thing in the morning and okay maybe he had a little crush but it wasn’t anything he couldn’t handle, he would reason. She was intelligent and funny and beautiful, all qualities that he found attractive. And she smelled good, like vanilla and citrus and something distinctively Emily. He sometimes let himself inhale the smell of her when they were in close quarters, sucked in a greedy breath through his nose in fear of never getting to smell her again. Slowly, he can’t find more reasons that would explain his feelings towards her, except that he was in love with her.

And being in love with Emily Prentiss was hell on earth, because he couldn’t do anything about it. 

Sometimes he wonders if she knows, or at least suspects something. Because he was sure she hadn’t always found ways to touch him, always subtle, always so softly and quickly that it could have been an accident. He didn’t think she used to lean forward over his desk, earning him a peak at her cleavage occasionally, but lately she had. She would stand closer to him than necessary, he was sure of it, that she found some kind of satisfaction in his suffering. And he would find her watching him, the ghost of a smirk on her lips and dark eyes gleaming with something close to interest.

That’s the biggest reason why he’s here, because he locked eyes with her and she would wordlessly urge him to join, the brown in her eyes dancing with something almost menacing, something intriguing.

And yet now he’s sitting with Dave and JJ, nursing a drink while being unable to keep his eyes off Emily as she made her way through the bar. Derek was with her, but it didn’t take long until a beautiful woman had fallen for his charm and he was busy talking to her at the bar, his back turned to Emily as he leaned into the woman.

It took less than a minute before a man was standing beside Emily and buying her a drink, no less than ten before he was pulling her from the bar and out to the dance floor and she was smiling at something he whispered in her ear.

Aaron was fuming, because no one but him should touch her like that, large hands on her waist, circling her body until he pushes her closer to his chest. And she wasn’t resisting, in fact she was talking to him, her pink lips curling into a dirty smile as she did.

Logically Aaron knew she wasn’t his, that they were nothing but friends and he tries to remind himself of that, the words like a mantra in his head. But jealousy isn’t logical, and it most certainly doesn’t make for a good companion.

“Hey Hotch, you alright?” JJ’s voice forces his attention from Emily and to her and he finds that he welcomed the distraction, for the time being.

“I’m just tired.” He takes a sip of the scotch, the drink bitter on his tongue as he swallows it down together with resentment.

“We all are.” She sighs before spinning around on her stool. “Looks like the others are having fun.” Her eyes flit from Derek at the bar to the dance floor where Emily is dancing with the guy who’s been eyeing her since they walked in, next to them are Spencer and Penelope, the blonde laughing loudly as she tries to teach Spencer some new steps. JJ smiles at the sight.

“Should we join them?” Dave asks and she twists her head back enough for him to see the teasing grin on her face.

“You sure you’re able to keep up?” She earns a low chuckle from Aaron and an arched eyebrow from the older man.

“I’ve been dancing for longer than you’ve been alive.” He’s already standing up and extending his hand. “Let me show you how it’s done.”

JJ laughs as she stands up and takes his hand in hers.

“Hey Hotch, you want to dance too?” She asks and he shakes his head. “It’ll be fun!” She insists and he once again shakes his head.

“I’m not much of a dancer, but go ahead.”

So that’s how he finds himself alone at the table, and in seconds he’s back to staring at Emily. She’s still dancing, the stranger’s arms still around her, two of his fingers moving along the skin just above her jeans and Aaron wonders just how soft her skin would feel against his own hands.

He can’t look away, he doesn’t know how much time passes, but then the music shifts and something slower comes on and Emily is making her way towards him.

“I’m going out for a smoke with Mark.” She tells him as she rummages through her purse and finds the pack of cigarettes that he knows she always carries but rarely uses.

“Okay.” He says and she looks at him with curiosity.

“You alright?” She’s studying him intently, and he wants to kiss away the smirk on her lips.

“Yes.” He mutters and Emily’s eyebrow arches in amusement and he wants nothing more than to bend her over the table he’s currently sitting at.

“I promised to save Spencer from the floor soon, if I’m not back in five can you do it for me?”

He’s sure she’s about to laugh at the way he’s glaring at her, but she doesn’t. Instead she turns towards the door and doesn’t shrug Mark’s arm off her when he wraps it around her shoulders.

Fuck. That.

He’s standing before he’s even fully aware of it, his body moving on autopilot. He follows her out even though he shouldn’t. The air is cold against his skin but he barely feels it as he listens to the sound of Emily’s voice. She’s around the corner, laughing at something the man, Mark says and without a second thought he walks towards it. Just as he rounds the corner, Mark pushes her against the wall and kisses her and he feels like he’s been punched in the gut. Emily seems to be a little taken off guard, but she doesn’t try and push him away and Aaron is unable to look away. When her fingers twist in his shirt he feels nauseous as his hands clenches at his side.

He must have made a noise, he’s not sure because he can’t hear anything besides the blood rushing through his ears, but Emily pulls away with wide eyes and Mark is staring at him, confused by his presence.

“Do you mind, man?” He asks and Aaron jerks slightly at the sound of a British accent.

“Leave.” The word is out before he can stop it, and he takes a step closer to them his eyes zeroed in on the other man.

“What?” The scoff that erupts only makes Aaron angrier and straightens almost involuntary, his shoulder pushed back.

“Get back inside, or leave.” His fist clenches harder, his fingers hurting as he stares the other man down.

“Hotch, I really don’t think-” Emily stops talking the second he looks at her. He’s furious, the anger he’s trying so hard to contain making his body shake slightly. She doesn’t know what it says about her that she kind of likes it.

“Get the fuck out of here.” His attention turns back to Mark when she stays quiet and he knows he must look like a mad man because a few seconds later he cowers back. Mark shakes his head as he puts some space between them, eyes moving from Emily to him and back before forcing a strained laugh.

“Fuck this.” He mutters and throws the cigarette in his hand to the ground but not without making sure to put a couple more feet of space between himself and Aaron. It would have been funny if he wasn’t furious.

The second he rounds the corner, Aaron’s focus turns to Emily, who’s leaning back against the wall a sly smile grazing her face as she tilts her head back. He knows that he shouldn’t, that every line is already crossed but when he turns fully to her and crowds her personal space he’s sure he hears her breathing hitch.

“Did you enjoy that?” Her voice is almost probing but low and teasing as she holds is heated stare. “Your show of machoism?”

“That’s not what this was.” He leans one hand against the stone wall, adrenaline is still pumping through him, the image of another man touching and kissing her forcing jealousy through his veins and then she chuckles, the sound dry and breathy and he wants nothing more than to kiss her.

“Then what was it?” She’s baiting him, challenging him and he releases a shaky breath.

“How long have you known?” He bites back a groan when he feels one of her hands on his hip, finding a buckle of his pants and pulling him closer to her. She smells like she always does, of citrus and vanilla and Emily and as she invades his senses he presses himself closer to her.

“Well I wasn’t sure until tonight, but you’ve been watching me.” When she speaks her breath falls in soft puffs against his face and he lets himself tower over her. “You’re jealous.” She concludes for him and he brushes some of her dark hair behind her ear.

“I am.” His voice is rough and low and he sees the way her cheeks heat at the admission.

“Although it is very sexy,” Her hands wrap around his neck, keeping him close to her. “it’s unnecessary, I only want you. I have for a long time.” It’s the first time he sees her mask dropping and something more vulnerable reflects back at him.

“Really?” His lips graze hers when he speaks, she’s so close, so incredibly close and he’s sure he’s going to lose his control any second.

“Really.” She breathes and when her eyelids flutter close and she presses her lips to his, all semblance of control is lost. His hand moves from where it’s been planted against the wall to the back of her neck, keeping her face close to his, while his other hand sneaks around her waist and bands over her lower back. Her skin is just as soft as he had imagined and he makes a sound in his throat.

When her lips open he immediately deepens the kiss, his tongue licking into her mouth and she gasps slightly as she surrenders to his demanding tongue. He’s sure she must be uncomfortable, pressed between hard concrete and his body, but she makes no move to stop. Her hand is twisted in the lapel of his suit, her other hand grasping at the hair at the base of his neck, her short nails causing a tingle down his spine when she scratches his scalp.

By the time he’s pulling away they’re both panting for air and he laughs breathlessly, his forehead leaning against hers.

“Aaron,” She says his name softly and he doesn’t think it’s ever sounded so good. “Your place or mine?” Her dark eyes gleam in that familiar way, her pupils dilated and lips kiss-swollen, and he knows right then that he’ll never be able to deny her anything.

“Mine.”

The cab ride is silent but comfortable, stolen glances and careful touches as he forces himself not to devour her right then and there. When he opens the door she stands behind him, breathing softly against the back of his neck and he’s sure she’s trying to kill him. She hangs her coat up as he turns off the alarm and then hangs his own coat up next to hers. By the time he’s done, Emily is smiling at him, the same smile she had when he told Mark to leave, self-assured and smug, and he uses all his self-control not to take her right there.

She beats him to it, again, and kisses the air from his lungs before he can even take a step forward. He’s the one backed into a wall this time, as she presses her body as close to him as she can and his back hits the wall with a thud.

“Sorry.” She gets out through heated kisses, but he knows she’s not sorry at all. He doesn’t care, because he’s busy focusing on the way her skin feels under his palms, warm and soft, as he explores the skin of her waist, her back, up over her ribs until he feels the fabric of her bra.

“You’re addictive.” His low voice causes her to shiver and he smiles at the thought of her being just as affected by him as he is by her. “Going to take my time with you, going to make sure you know who’s the only one allowed to touch you.”

His words make her moan, something raspy and low in her throat and he knows he needs to hear it again. He wasn’t sure where the words came from, all he knows is that flashes of Mark still linger in his mind, and his sole purpose was to forget, to make sure Emily never felt the need to kiss another man. She was his.

With that thought in mind he grabs the hem of her shirt and she quickly lifts her arms, helping him to get it off. The bra she’s wearing is lacy and blue with a little ribbon between her breasts and fuck him, he was sure she would be the death of him.

“You’re staring, again.” She’s biting her bottom lip to keep from grinning and he pulls her back only to suck that same bottom lip between his teeth and tug.

“You’re going to have to get used to it.” He means it, if he could he’d spend eternity watching her. With that thought in mind he picks her up and she wraps her legs around his waist with a sound of surprise.

“Jesus.” She gasps before grabbing his chin and kissing him again while letting him carry her through the apartment. When he tosses her on the bed she’s laughing, breathless and giddy and so aroused she’s lightheaded. As he watches her with pupils blown wide she unbuttons her jeans and he helps her to tug them off, leaving them in a pile on the floor. The low growl that leaves him when he sees the matching blue panties makes her clit throb and her thighs clenches together.

“Did you plan for this?” He grabs her ankle and pulls her to the edge of the bed, happy when her legs spread for him.

“I was hopeful.” She smirks and sits up to grab his tie, easily pulling on it until he’s leaning down and kissing her again.

He falls into the kiss easily as his hands move over unfamiliar curves. She’s warm and soft and everything he’d always imagined. His thumb moves over her bra-clad nipple and she arches into his touch, breaking their kiss and he takes advantage. He tastes the skin of her jaw, down her neck, licks over her fluttering pulse before digging his teeth into the soft skin, causing her to mewl.

“Are you marking me, Hotchner?” She cranes her neck to give him easier access to her skin and he greedily kisses down her shoulder until he reaches her collarbone.

“Maybe, are you telling me not to?” He lifts himself enough to look at her with an arched eyebrow.

“No, I’m not.”

It’s all he needs to hear before sucking a bruise into the skin just below her collarbone with a low growl. Once he reaches her chest, Emily helps him with the clasp and he throws the bra to join her pants on the floor.

“God, you’re gorgeous.” He mutters before licking over one of her nipples and when she moans softly he takes it in his mouth and sucks. She moans something resembling his name and he tugs it between his teeth while pinching her other nipple between his fingers.

“Fuck!” She cries out at the sudden sting of his teeth and he switches to the other breast with a low chuckle. But she’s getting restless, her hips moving in search of friction, her hands starting to pull on his clothes. “You have too many clothes on.” She complains as he licks a stripe between the valley of her breasts only to place a chase, teasing kiss against her lips.

“I haven’t tasted all of you yet.” And with that he moves further down her body, lips and tongue tasting her skin as he does. It’s not until he’s kneeling on the floor between her legs that his lips disconnect from her body.

Her eyes are locked on his when he slowly drags her panties down her hips. She’s panting, her skin flushed and he can see her slick shining on her thighs, so wet, so fucking perfect. He kisses the inside of her knee, trails hot, open-mouthed kisses against her thigh until he’s just shy of where she wants him. Then he does the same to the other leg and she groans her impatience.

“Stop teasing me.” She whispers as she leans back on her elbows and he sucks another bruise into the skin of her thigh in return. But then he’s spreading her legs wider, large hands keeping her open for him and finally licking through her folds slowly. He does it three more times and she’s sure she’ll go insane if he doesn’t give her any relief. She’s just about to tell him as much before he’s suddenly licking her clit and then sucks it between his lips.

His lips feel scorching as he wraps them around her clit, earning a guttural moan from her as she falls back into the bed. He’s relentless, hands wrapped around her thighs to keep her from squirming. He moves away from her clit and fucks her with his tongue, pushing it inside of her. When he tastes her his groan is just as loud as hers and the vibrations from it causes her eyes to close in ecstasy.  

“Aaron, fuck you’re good at this.” She laughs breathlessly, one hand already twisting his sheets while the other is tugging at his hair. He doesn’t reply, but when she looks down to see dark eyes staring back at her she almost whines at the predatory look reflected back at her. 

Without warning he switches his tongue with two fingers, easily pushing them inside of her while going back to lick over her clit and she cries out, low and raspy and his hips buckle in search of friction. He’s so hard it hurts, his boxers stained from precum inside his slacks, but he barely feels it, his sole focus on Emily and how she’s responding to him. 

She’s sure she’s about to rip his hair out from her hold on it, and then he curls his fingers and her back arches. The pleasure is close to blinding, she’s already so close she could taste it and judging by the way Aaron flicks his tongue faster over her clit he knows it too. 

“If you stop I’ll kill you.” Her words pack little punch when she’s twisting and buckling and moaning from him, but they make him smirk against her clit before laying the flat of his tongue against it and pushing hard against the bundle of nerves. It has the desired effect and Emily cries out loudly. 

“You taste so good.” He mumbles lowly, replacing his tongue with his thumb for a moment. “I want you to say my name when you come, you’re going to fucking scream it.” 

She’s nodding before he’s even finished speaking, eyes half open and jaw slack and he almost couldn’t believe that he got to see her like this. His thumb swipes over her clit and then circles it and she buckles into his touch, a noise of frustration falling from her lips at the way he keeps her still. 

“Fuck please, I’m so close.” She gasps and he hums lowly and twists his fingers inside of her. 

“Come for me, scream for me.” He ducks his head and once again wraps his lips around her clit, sucking hard and not stopping. Emily’s body is twisting like a spring wire, endless moans and whimpers and mumbled words falling from her lips as she gets closer. 

“Don’t stop, fuck I’m gonna come, I- Aaron!” She screams as she comes, the pleasure of her release making her entire body tremble as she throws her head back. He doesn’t stop, continues to toy with her clit and pump his fingers inside of her until she’s twitching away with a breathless laugh. “Jesus Christ, that was so good.”

He lets her pull him back up to her and when she moans at the taste of herself on his lips, he pushes his tongue against hers roughly.

“I swear to God, if you don’t take your clothes off I will rip them off.” She warns against his lips and he laughs at her.

“No need to rip the Armani.” He gets back up and quickly rids himself of his shirt while Emily sits up on the bed to get his belt undone. She’s quick, and by the time his shirt has joined her clothes in the growing pile on the floor she’s pulling his slacks and boxers down his hips. The sudden warmth of her mouth around him forces a strained groan from him and he looks down to see brown eyes staring up at him as her lips strain around his shaft, his pants hallway down his legs.

“Fuck, Em.” He growls, his fingers intwining in her dark hair as she takes him down her throat. Her tongue feels wicked against the underside of him, her mouth hot and wet and again fucking perfect. He watches through blurry eyes as she bops her head, trying to take more of him, all of him, and then she swallows around him, her throat constricting deliciously around him and he just barely keeps from thrusting against her face.

It's too much and gingerly he pulls away from her, his hold on her hair tightening when she tries to follow him.

“If you keep that up, this is over before it fully begins.” He moves away enough to kick away his legs and boxers. “And I am fucking you tonight.” His hand wraps around her neck carefully and kisses her lips. She quickly falls back into the bed, dragging him with her and then she rolls on top of him, her thighs on either side of his hips.

“I’ve thought about this a million times.” She admits as her hips roll in his lap, letting her wetness coat his cock.

“What are you waiting for then?” His hands land on her waist, then moves to her hips where he grabs her tightly as she aligns him with her. He watches as she slowly lowers herself, watches as he disappears inside of her with a guttural groan until he’s fully inside of her and Emily is gasping and leaning forward with her hands on his chest.

“You’re so fucking big.” She breathes against his face as her hair curtains around them and his thumb rubs over her hipbone slowly.

“You can take it.” He lets her take a few moments to get used to the stretch and when she starts to move he hisses at the warm, tight pleasure she’s creating. “Just like that.” He swallows down her moan with a kiss before letting her sit up straighter. His eyes rake over her body, from her pink cheeks to her chest, down her stomach where he sees the muscles tense slightly as she moves above him, to where they connect, his cock shiny with her.

Emily keeps one hand on his chest, keeping him planted while the other move down to her clit where she rubs in circles. He’ll happily let her have her way with him for the time being, tries to commit everything to memory as she grinds and rocks her hips against his, chasing her pleasure.

“You feel so good.” She mumbles through heavy breaths, her nails are close to breaking the skin of his chest leaving her own marks on him and he throws his head back and revels at the sting. “I’m going to come again.”

“Already sweetheart?” He doesn’t even register the nickname that falls from his lips and when she only nods he plants his feet against the bed to fuck up into her. “You wanna come for me again?”

“Yes, god yes.” She whines, her fingers moving faster over her clit and her hips moving faster as the tension in her stomach builds.

“You’re mine, Emily, tell me you’re mine.” He lets go of her hip with one hand to hold her jaw, making her look at him. When her eyes meet his she gasps at the intense stare, the brown of his eyes dark enough to look black.

“I’m yours, fuck Aaron I’m yours.” She whispers and his hold moves from her jaw to rest around her neck, not hard, but enough pressure for her eyes to roll back in her head.

“That’s right, fucking mine.” He pushes up faster and harder against her as she starts to shake in his lap, her mouth falling open as she comes for a second time. She’s mumbling yours, Aaron, yours over and over as he fucks her through her pleasure, just barely able to keep his own release at bay at the feel of her clenching walls around his cock.

She’s limp when he rolls her onto her back, delirious and sated, eyes glazed over when he lays between her legs. He pushes back inside of her roughly and she whimpers lowly.

“One more.” He tells her as he starts to move, fucking her with long and heavy strokes.

“I can’t.” She gasps, the breathless sound changing to a lower moan when he lifts one of her legs to rest on his shoulder, fucking into her at a deeper angle.

“Yes you can.” He urges her between soft kisses along her neck, down until he can suck on a nipple for a moment, happy when she arches into his touch. “You got one more in you.”

She’s exhausted, her body sweaty and trembling but he’s somehow found that magic spot inside of her, and when her moans get louder he moves faster, pushing against it relentlessly. Before she knows it, the familiar tension is back, building slowly and her hips move up to meet his.

“There you go.” He rasps against her ear and she digs her short nails into his back in return. “Come with me Em, you feel so good clenching my cock.” His hips speed up, creating an obscene sound in between muffled moans and heavy breaths. When she starts to tense he groans against her shoulder, his own release only moments away.

“Aaron, oh my god, fuck, fuck fuck Aaron!” She cries out as she comes again, her voice deep and raspy and it’s the sound of his name that gets him to the edge.

He comes with a grunt, her name muffled into her skin as he bites down on her shoulder. His orgasm is intense, hot white pleasure rushing through every nerve ending as he keeps himself as deep inside of her as he can. Through the blood rushing through his ears he hears her gasp, whether it’s from the heat of him inside of her or the sting of his bite he’s not sure off.

Her hands are gentle as he comes down, fingers dragging up and down his sweaty back and her lips soft against his shoulder, up his neck until he lifts his head enough to stamp a kiss on her lips.

When he rolls off her, he’s quick to pull her into his arms and she rests her head on his chest. For a few moments it’s silent, but it’s not awkward or uncomfortable, as their breathing evens out and heartrate goes back to normal.

“So you made me jealous on purpose huh?” He teases gently and he feels her lips curl into a smile against his skin.

“I figured it was time.” She sighs as her fingers gently trail along the hair on his chest.

“You could have just asked me out.” He smirks when she lifts her head to look at him with an arched eyebrow.

“And where would the fun in that be?” She laughs when he pinches her side and moves to straddle him, unashamed in her nakedness. “The question is, where do we go from now?”

He already knows what he wants, but he’s still takes a moment to think about it. Being with Emily had always been a dream, something he didn’t think was possible. Until now.

“I want you, I think this could be something good.” He trails his hands up and down her thighs and when she smiles he releases a breath he hadn’t realized he had been holding.