Summary: years have passed and Emily is back in US. The BAU needs her to fight back against Mr. Scratch. The thing is: Aaron has left under witness protection and Emily hadn't talk to him yet.
Characters: Emily Prentiss and JJ
Contents: angst, anger, secret child; mention of cheating, jealousy, and birth control pills.
This story will be about Emily taking a decision that will change her life and Aaron's. And when she'll back to USA to go after Mr. Scratch, she will have only one goal in mind: tell him the truth. The issue is that she has no idea of the way he will react to it.
PS : English is not my mother language so they are necessarily mistakes. Sorry about that.
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Four years had passed since then, almost five, when she returned to American soil. The BAU was going through an unprecedented crisis and needed help. It was Dave who had called her, and all he had to do was say that Hotch was in danger for her to jump on the first plane to Washington, D.C. It was only once she arrived that she discovered the extent of the disaster, and when it was suggested that she take over as branch manager, she felt as if a vice had closed around her chest. However, unable to justify how uncomfortable this situation made her feel, she had no choice but to accept. The team had seemed delighted with this decision; she was devastated.
That's how JJ found her later in her office—or rather, Aaron's office, which he had had to give up—with tears in her eyes. The former liaison officer immediately lost her good humor and approached her after pushing the door shut behind her.
“Are you okay?” she asked, concerned by her reaction.
“I… We have to find Mr. Scratch.”
“Yes. That's the plan,” her interlocutor raised her eyebrows, more perplexed than ever.
“No, you… you don’t understand. We have to find Mr. Scratch as soon as possible. I… I couldn’t wait ten years to see Hotch again.”
“Wh… why?”
Her question was legitimate, but the answer was not obvious. She had no idea how the young mother would react when she heard what she had to say. If Emily knew that Penelope and Dave would embrace this announcement without any judgment, the same would not necessarily be true for the other blonde at BAU. As for the remaining members of the group, while she was unable to predict Spencer's behavior, she didn't know Tara, Luke, and Matt well enough to form an opinion.
“Emily?”
In the meantime, it was her friend who hoped to learn more about this cryptic thought she had had. She would have preferred to say nothing—at least, not before talking to the person concerned—but she had her back against the wall; her thoughts were fragmented and her heart was ready to burst out of her chest. She was hurting, she was lost, she needed someone to listen and give her advice. And, to date, JJ had always been able to accomplish this mission with flying colors.
“… I… Some… Something happened between him and me, a... about five years ago.”
“When you left?”
“Yes.”
Her voice caught in her throat.
“Is… is it because of him that you left?”
“No. … Well, not in the way you mean,” she clarified. “At… at the end of your wedding, he offered to drive me home.”
“Yes, I remember. He told us that you needed to discuss a few things.”
“That… That was the initial idea,” she admitted, her cheeks flushing; “but... things got a little out of hand.”
JJ frowned. Her face was marked by anxiety.
“… What… do you mean by that?”
“I kissed him.”
Her conversation partner immediately widened her eyes in astonishment. Nevertheless, her features relaxed and a hint of a smile appeared at the corner of her lips. An attitude that encouraged Emily to continue.
“And he kissed me back. And, one thing led to another, we ended up in bed together. No… no need to spell it out for you.”
Although she had often talked about her past conquests and the romantic encounters she had had with them during girls' nights out, she felt much less at ease as she approached this evening with her former confidante. Perhaps because the partner in question was not a complete stranger; quite the contrary. Besides, her friend looked just as embarrassed as she did.
“No, indeed,” she confirmed with a fixed smile. “But… he was with Beth at that time.”
A polite way of telling her that it wasn't fair. Emily was aware of this, and under other circumstances, she would surely have felt empathy for this scorned woman. But the thing was, she had never been able to stand this museum employee who had snatched the man she loved. And then, she hadn't forced Aaron's hand; he had had plenty of time to push her away and go home. What he didn’t do. And for good reason...
“They've since split up,” she creaked, in a curter tone than expected. “Beth was just… a vain try to forget me.”
This was something JJ could not reasonably deny, as the team had repeatedly pointed out the resemblance between their chief's lover and the subordinate with whom he had once been very close.
“It didn’t work obviously.”
“No. But… it doesn’t stop there.”
“Really?”
The time had come to address that moment when everything had changed. That moment when she had made a decision for both of them. A decision that had turned her life upside down and would also have undeniable repercussions on the giant's life.
“The… the day after, I… When I took out my birth control pill pack, I... I decided not to take it.”
“What?” croaked JJ, alarmed.
“I know, it's a completely absurd thing to do,” she defended herself, “but I... At my age, with the job I was about to start, I told myself that this might be my only chance to have a child. And… If I was going to do it, I wanted it to be his.”
The skinny blonde was now looking at her as if she had just declared that she had started World War III. The situation no longer amused her at all, and anger was even visible in her blue eyes as she stared at her.
“… What?”
“He is handsome, tall, intelligent, and attentive; he has all the genes a future mother could dream of.”
“And he’s so not aware of this!”
While Emily had formed an undeniable bond with Aaron, he had also always felt a certain connection with the woman standing before her. Relying heavily on her – on her sagacity and diplomacy – from the moment she joined the BAU, they had grown even closer when she became a mother for the first time. As the only two parents in the unit, they naturally turned to each other to discuss their fears and doubts, or simply to talk about their children's achievements without disturbing the rest of the team. They had met outside of office hours so that their respective sons could become friends, and had therefore shared more than one meal together. The fact that she was the first – after Dave – to openly dare to call their boss by his first name was irrefutable proof of their closeness. So it was no surprise that she flew off the handle at her new boss and her mind-boggling idea.
“It was an impulse,” she rose defensively. “It… it wasn’t planned. I… I just wanted to. It… it was stronger than me. And… and then there was no guarantee that it would work either.”
“Did it?” asked JJ, raising an inquisitive eyebrow.
Emily couldn't hold back the smile that stretched across her lips. All the emotions she had felt on the day she saw her test results came flooding back. There had been concern, she couldn't deny it, but above all there had been joy.
“… It did. Everything worked perfectly from start to finish. She… she was born in January, she’s four and she’s so full of energy.”
She retrieved her cell phone, turned it on, and opened her photo gallery, which consisted almost exclusively of a single subject. A little brown-haired girl who smiled a lot when she wasn't making faces. Her mother turned the screen around to show it to her neighbor. The neighbor immediately relaxed.
“She's adorable!” she exclaimed as she scrolled through a few photos. “She looks a lot like you.”
“She looks like her father too. Especially there.”
She searched for the most evocative portrait and then showed it to her. The little girl frowned, just like her father, from whom she had inherited his eyes.
“It's true, she reminds me of someone,” said JJ, laughing.
To tell the truth, that look she gave her had been a daily reminder of the task she still hadn't accomplished: talking to Hotch.
“I told her she’ll meet her father some day. I… I was planning to talk to Aaron, but... I haven't been able to work up the courage to do so until now. I… I’m afraid of his reaction.”
She had constantly postponed the deadline, finding various excuses to justify herself: she would wait to see if the embryo took, she was too tired to have this kind of discussion, she couldn't tell him over the phone, etc. In the end, she found herself in this absurd situation where she was back in the United States, but he was no longer available for her to talk to him about it. And that he might not be for several years.
“Don't expect him to react well,” JJ warned her before continuing. “Aaron and fatherhood don't mix. When Jack was born, it was a difficult time for him. He was constantly stressed when he went out into the field with us. Then when he found himself a single dad, it was panic on board. If Jessica hadn't been there, I don't know how he would have handled the situation. He… he was never at ease with that.”
“… Do… do you think he... he'll reject her?” she did, a lump forming in her throat.
“Honestly, I don’t know.”
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First chapter >> https://www.tumblr.com/the-queen-and-the-king/821748176619012096/one-night-is-enough-14?source=share
Next chapter >> probably not next week because holidays! /o/
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A/N: Hey everyone! I know I haven’t been very active, I just kind of fell out of writing. But I was rewatching CM and I got this idea and I couldn’t get it out of my head. This is on the rougher side so a TW for that, (I’ve been into some pretty dark romance lately but I hope this isn’t too bad) I think if you know my stuff you know I do enjoy the kinks lol.
Anyways enough rambling, I hope you enjoy this silly little fic of mine. Please let me know what you think, I’d really appreciate it since your girl is feeling RUSTY af.
Title: Give me more
Summary: “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.
Word count: 3,7k
Warnings: Smut, dirty talk, fingering, rough sex, oral sex, humiliation, multiple orgasms dom aaron hotchner, borderline a little toxic? (Kinda but also not really)
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.
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CHAPTER 1:
The night was warm and crisp with a hint faded smell of rain from a few hours ago. Hotch's owner was out for the night and he left food and water for his K-9. Hotch sadly was suspended from the police academy due to attacking another dog for protecting another dog. So while he was suspended,Hotch was laying in front of the glass slide door to the backyard,watching the wind blowing smoothly through the trees and the moonlight shining through the house. *This is unbelievable,I was protecting the other dog.*Hotch spoke to him self low growling at the situation. A few hours passed and Hotch's owner still wasn't home, Hotch was fast asleep on the couch until-
*BANG!*
The sound startled Hotch as he went into K-9 mode as he slid open the slide door with his muzzle and walked out the house sniffing the warm air for the scent of the intruder. *Where did the sound come from?* Hotch asked himself as he walked towards the noise. Hotch stood in the middle of the grass in the backyard, looking around for the unwelcomed guest. As Hotch scanned the backyard,he saw a small black figure running towards the gate. "Hey!"Hotch barked as he chased after the figure barking and snarling at it. The small figure comes to a stop at the gate. Hotch crept closer to the figure barring his canine's at it. "Whoever you are,you aren't welcome here,I suggest you leave or I'll have to get violent." Hotch spoke with a snarl laced in his tone. "Easy pooch." The figure spoke, catching Hotch off guard. Wait,that voice,the figure is a she!
The figure appeared out the dark revealing a black silky she cat with beautiful green eyes. Hotch was taken back by her beauty. *She's beautiful.*Hotch said to himself. Wait,but she's a cat! She's an enemy! Hotch shakes his head and slowly growls at the she cat. "Who are you and why are you in my backyard cat?"Hotch asked getting closer to the cat. She chuckles at the black canine not caring about his scary appearance. "First off my name is Emily!" Emily sasses as she sits on her two hind legs. Hotch is honestly surprised she isn't scared but he is surprised she holds so much sass in her.
"Alrighty,"Emily" why are you trespassing in my backyard?"Hotch asked again as he also sits on his hind legs waiting for an answer. "I'm just looking for some food,pooch."Emily says as licks her paw."My name isn't pooch,it's Hotch!" Hotch says back correcting Emily. She laughs, which Hotch finds beautiful. "Hotch,odd name for a dog isn't it?"Emily asked laughing again at his name. Yeah,ha ha so funny, anyways you need to leave my owner will be home soon and you need to leave!"Hotch says using his nose to push Emily towards the gate.
"Alright! Alright! I'll leave, but first there's this everything bagel seasoning I want to get before I hit the streets!"Emily says walking around Hotch to retrieve the bagel from the trash. As she gets the bagel she walks around Hotch again to head towards the gate, getting ready to jump over. "Wait!"Hotch calls out making Emily stop before she jumps over. Emily turns around with the bagel in her mouth wondering why Hotch stops her.
"You live in the streets, you're a street cat with no home?"Hotch asked with concern in his brown eyes showing a little sympathy to the she cat. Emily sighed looking down at the little ant on the ground and back up at Hotch. *There's something different about this canine*Emily thinks to herself. She wasn't sure if she should trust him. Last time she trusted anyone she was almost killed and she was declawed. Emily places the bagel down and sighs again. The memories of hers were just too painful to bare. "Good night pooch."Emily spoke as she leapt onto the fence refusing to answer Hotch. "Emily!" Hotch calls her again. But she was already gone.
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