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Hotch stuff

A/N: This is for the lovely @thamyprentiss who requested this after Thomas cameo video when he told us about Paget singing the song Hot Stuff, and well… here we are!

Title: Hotch stuff Summary: It had been an earworm, the song stuck in her head as she walks into work. It wasn’t supposed to be more than that. Luckily for her, the universe had other plans. Word count: 3,4k Rating: Explicit Warnings: Smut, shower sex, mirror sex, praise kink (minor), dirty talk, a (very bad) attempt at humor

It had started off as a mistake. She heard the song on the way to work that morning and it got stuck in her head, one of the most annoying earworms of her life.

“Looking for some hot stuff baby this evening.” She mumbles the words quietly as she sits by her desk and waits for her computer to start up. The song was already annoying her, something unimportant that was slowly driving her insane. Spencer and Derek both hear her, Derek laughing at her clear irritation with herself while Spencer having no idea what the song even was.

But the song was playing on a loop, like she couldn’t escape it even though she tried.

Not even ten minutes later Aaron is walking by, briefcase in hand as he heads out of the bullpen for a meeting a few floors up. Her eyes follow him as he walks by her giving the team a quick nod before disappearing through the glass door.

“Looking for some hot stuff baby this evening, I need some Hotch stuff baby tonight.” She isn’t even aware of the mumbled humming until she feels two pairs of eyes on her and she turns in her chair. “What?”

“You got something you wanna tell us, Princess?” Derek arches an eyebrow at her, twirling a pen between his fingers. When she only ends up looking at him mutely Spencer adds.

“You just said that you need some Hotch stuff this evening.”

She looks at them both and scoffs.

“I did no such thing, that’s ridiculous.” She balls up a piece of paper and throws it at Derek when he starts to laugh. “I didn’t!”

“Yeah, you did.” The two men says in unison.

So that’s how it starts, as an earworm turning into Emily singing about him. Her boss, a man she was sure didn’t even like her half of the time but she had found herself insanely attracted to from the start.

The stupid song seems to imprint on her brain and soon enough she finds herself humming it whenever they had some downtime and he was around. Like he triggered her brain into remembering it. Luckily she mostly hums but sometimes she starts to sing it without even noticing. The team all finds it hilarious, sometimes they even join in, but never when Aaron was within earshot of course.

Until that day.

“I need Hotch stuff, I want some Hotch stuff, I need Hotch stuff-” She’s pouring herself coffee in the kitchenette, singing quietly, feeling distracted from too much work and too little sleep. She wasn’t even aware that she was singing it until she turns around and Aaron is standing right behind her with an unreadable expression on his face.

“Prentiss,” He says after a few awkward, long seconds. When her eyes widen and mouth opens and closes a couple of times as her cheeks flush pink his lips turns into the most subtle of smiles. “were you just singing about me?”

“No!” The word is out too quickly, too loud, too much and when he looks at her with something close to amusement she feels herself beginning to sweat. “No, I wasn’t.” She says calmer but it’s too late. He had definitely heard it and as someone who usually prided herself in her ability to stay calm, she was failing. Miserably.

“No?” He moves around her to reach the coffee pot and when he does she gets a whiff of his cologne.

“Nope.” Her lips turn into a thin line, the blush on her cheeks creeping down her chest. When she looks up at him he definitely looks amused she decides, maybe even a little smug. Shit.

“Alright then.” He says as he puts the pot back in its place. “Morning meeting in five.”

“Yes sir.”

By the time he’s gone she thinks she’s going to throw up from embarrassment.

He doesn’t mention it again, he’s too respectful of her as a colleague because he had definitely noticed her mortification. And she’s pretty sure he was also a little embarrassed by the entire thing. But after that day it’s like something has changed, his usually calm and professional behavior subtly becoming a little less strict, sometimes even bordering on the edge of friendly. She got to see glances of Aaron, someone different from Hotch, a man with a dry sense of humor and a dimple in his cheek when he smiles.

And then they end up in bed.

It was a case that ended up in one of the worst ways possible, and in response to the horrors of the last few days, the team ends up in a bar to try and forget about the things they had been forced to witness. She drinks too much, so does he. And then the damn song comes on. Thinking back Emily was sure that JJ had told the DJ to play it and she ends up singing right along, alcohol not filtering her brain to shut up.

“Lookin' for some Hotch stuff, baby, this evenin', I need some Hotch stuff, baby, tonight, I want some Hotch stuff, baby, this evenin'. Gotta have some Hotch stuff. Gotta have some love tonight.” She’s half screaming, half singing and soon enough JJ and Penelope are joining her while Derek is filming the entire thing and Aaron is standing frozen as he looks at them with something close to regret.

Dave is laughing too, his hand heavy on Aaron’s shoulder as he watches their younger colleagues. When he joins in Aaron glares at him.

“Hey, she’s been singing it for a year, you don’t think we’ve all heard it?” Dave grins, his eyes gleaming like he knows a secret Aaron doesn’t and he can only shake his head.

A year. She’s been singing it for a year. His mind is made up right then and there.

He finds her after, his hand on her arm gentle and warm as he pulls her away from the dance floor. She doesn’t even get the chance to ask him what he’s doing before his lips are on hers, his kiss stuck somewhere between tentative and decisive. When he pulls away her eyes are dark and glazed over.

“I’ve wanted to do that since the first time I met you.” He admits quietly as he looks at her in a way that scares her, in a way that might mean something more.

So she takes him home and he spends the night bringing her the kind of pleasure she didn’t think was real. The day after it’s not awkward like she had imagined it would be, instead it’s… surprisingly easy.

They have their first official date the following week.

“So.” He says as he wipes his mouth and Emily immediately knows what he’s about to say. “The song.”

Just like the first time her cheeks tint pink from embarrassment.

“I know.” Her eyes close tightly as she grimaces “I’ve tried not to but it’s kind of…stuck.” When she looks back at him he’s smiling, almost shyly. “It’s inappropriate I know it is and I know I shouldn’t and I definitely didn’t mean for the team to hear it-”

“I don’t mind it.” He interrupts her and she feels her eyes going wide in surprise. “At least not when you sing it. The team on the other hand…” He trails off, his eyebrow arching as he stares her down.

“They won’t sing it, they won’t hear it again.” She promises, a hint of a smirk on her lips as she meets his eye. “Scouts honor.”

At that he laughs, and as he does she feels something warm in her chest.

She keeps her promise, somehow, and after a few not-so-subtle threats towards the team they also stop singing it. At least, she doesn’t sing it in the office anymore but that didn’t mean she didn’t still sing it while they were home.

“I want some Hotch stuff, baby, this evenin', Gotta have some Hotch stuff, Gonna have some love tonight.” The water is hot against her skin as she showers in the morning. Aaron is out on his morning jog, Jack was at Haleys’, and they were supposed to have a rare Sunday just the two of them. She’s so busy with her impromptu shower concert, the shampoo bottle doubling as a microphone, that she doesn’t realize that Aaron is back until he’s entering the shower and wraps his arms around her. The bottle in her hand falls to the floor as she jerks in surprise.

“Seriously?” He chuckled against her neck, his stubble rough against her skin as he pulls her flush against him.

“You did say I couldn’t sing it at the office.” She shrugs, it’s her usual response whenever he complains about her singing it. Even though he said he didn’t mind it, he wasn’t crazy about it either. His teeth dig into her shoulder teasingly, a wordless warning as his hands trace along her wet skin, teasing up her ribs and the sides of her breasts as he hums lowly. When her breathing hitches she feels his lips curl into a smirk against her neck.

“You’re always so responsive.” He murmurs, his voice already lower as he pushes his hips against behind and she feels him, hot and hard.

“I did say I want some Hotch stuff, didn’t I?” She tries to joke but it doesn’t have the same effect when her voice comes out breathy. One of his hands comes around to gently hold her jaw, pushing back until her head rests against his shoulder and his other hand cups one of her breasts.

“You want me, sweetheart?” The low growl in his voice makes goosebumps erupt on her skin despite the hot water cascading down around them. His rough fingers tweak her nipple and she lets out a soft gasp, her eyes drifting closed as he keeps his hold on her jaw.

“I always want you.” She whispers and he smiles as he kisses slowly down her neck, his tongue licking beads of water off her skin. It’s gentle and teasing and she can’t believe how absolutely insane he makes her within only a few minutes. When she reaches behind her to stroke his shaft he hisses at the sudden touch, his hips buckling into her hand.

“Not yet.” He whispers, the strain in his voice obvious even as he grabs her wrist to pull her hand away and then places both her hands against the shower wall. “Stay like this.” It’s not really an order but Emily still feels her clit pulse between her legs.

Once he’s sure she stays with her hands against the wall he nudges her legs apart with his foot, his hands firmly gripping her hips.

“Sing it.” His words land against the back of her neck and she sucks in a sharp breath.  

“What?” She almost laughs but his hands are moving from her hips back around her body, one hand finding her nipple again and the other teasingly trails between her legs, his finger hovering above her clit.

“Sing, and don’t stop.” He stands closer to him, letting her feel his warmth against her, the smear of his cock against the small of her back. “Or I’ll stop.”

“Sittin' here eatin' my heart out, waitin'. Waitin' for some lover to call.” She quickly starts to sing, the words mumbled and breathy and Aaron rewards her by moving his hand enough to slowly circle her clit. It shouldn’t be as exciting as it is, she thinks. It shouldn’t maker her thighs tense in anticipation but it does.

“Dialed about a thousand numbers lately. Almost rang the phone off the wall.” She continues and he growls in satisfaction when he feels how wet she his, one of his fingers dipping inside of her to drag more of her slick to her clit. Her head falls back with a moan, her hands clenching against the tiled wall as his lips graze her ear.

“Keep going.” His fingers pinches her nipple harder and she cries out at the painful pleasure.

“Lookin' for some Hotch stuff, baby, this evenin'. “I need some Hotch stuff, baby tonight.” Her back arches, her hips move against his hand, already needing more. His touch is deliberate, his fingers just enough to drive her crazy and she knows that if she turned around he would probably have a smug look on his face. He reveled in taking her apart, he had from the start.

“I want some Hotch stuff, baby, this evenin'. Gotta have some Hotch stuff. Gonna have some love tonight.” The words get stuck in her throat when he suddenly pushes two fingers inside of her, his palm firm against her clit. “Fuck!” She gasps and he pushes her harder against the wall, the cold tiles against her front a stark difference to his warm body against her back.

“I don’t think that’s how it goes.” He muses as his fingers curl and she automatically widens her legs for him. His palm rubs against her clit as he moves his fingers inside of her and his teeth bite down gently on the side of her neck, his tongue quickly soothing the mark. He’s everywhere and she’s going insane. “Sing.”

“I need Hotch stuff. I want some Hotch stuff. I need Hotch stuff.” The words come out rushed and needy and he snickers against her neck as his fingers move faster. “Lookin' for a lover who needs another. Don't want another night on my own…” She racks her brain trying to find the rest of the words but comes up blank. “I can’t think of the rest, please don’t stop.”

The hand that had been on her breast moves up to hold her throat, his large hand wrapping around it with the slightest bit of pleasure.

“I’ll stop if you don’t sing.” He warns lowly, his hips subtly grinding against her ass as she starts to clench around his fingers.

“Fuck…” She hisses as heat spreads through her body, her eyes rolling back as he keeps her pinned between his body and the wall. Just as he slows his movements, wordlessly threatening her she remembers the lyrics and quickly forces out. “W-wanna share my love with a warm-blooded lover. Wanna bring a wild man back home.”

“Good girl.” He hums, satisfaction dripping from the sound as he rubs her clit faster with his palm. “Come.”

Her body tenses as he brings her closer and closer, her hands fisting against the wall and her breathing labored and uneven. Then he curls his fingers hard and brushes his palm over her clit with more pressure and she comes with a breathless groan. When her slick walls contract around his fingers he quickly lets go of her neck to wrap his arm around her middle, keeping her steady as her knees buckle from pleasure as he whispers words of praise in her ear.

“That’s it, good girl. You feel so good when you come for me.”

It's not until she’s relaxing around his fingers and her breathing is slowing that he moves, a smirk playing on his lips when she turns around to face him.

“Don’t.” She tries to sound annoyed but the amusement is clear in her voice. Besides how could she really be annoyed when he just gave her an earth crashing orgasm?

“I’m not saying anything.” He cuts off whatever arguing from her by kissing her, his tongue quickly moving between her lips to taste her soft moan. As he gets lost in the feels and taste of her, Emily sneaks her hand between them to stroke him again. He groans against her lips, precum dripping from his tip and she rubs it into his shaft.

“Fuck me, honey.” She whispers, her pupils blown wide when they break apart and he’s sure she’s never been sexier. He also knew he’d never be able to deny her anything.

Without another word he drags her out of the shower, not caring that they’re making a mess on the floor as he pushes her up against the counter, facing away from him. His eyes stay on hers in their reflection as he rubs his cock through her folds. Her cheeks are flushed, the pink creeping down to her chest, her mouth is open as she pants softly.

She arches her back and pushes her hips out and he smiles at the way she wordlessly tries to get him inside of her.

“Impatient thing.” He rasps as he grabs her hip with one hand to keep her still before sinking into her with a slow push. The groan that leaves him is loud and graveled, her tight walls feeling incredible around him and he gives them both a moment before he starts to move.

“How do you always feel so fucking good?” She gasps as she grabs the counter tight enough for her knuckles to turn white. Her eyes are heavy-lidded as she looks at him in the mirror. His eyes are dark enough to look black, his large hands gripping her hips, his jaw tense as he fucks her with long strokes that makes her shudder and whimper. She moves back against him eagerly, their bodies creating a obscene slapping sound that mixes with heavy breaths and loud moans.

“You feel amazing, my perfect thing.” He growls, his hips moving faster, his hands leaving bruises on her skin. Emily only moans louder, the slight pain morphing into pleasure as she falls forward over the sink. He quickly grabs her wet hair and pulls slightly, just enough to keep her head up to keep watching their reflection. “Look how fucking perfect you are.” His words are forced out through clenched teeth, his eyes so intense with need that she whimpers.

Her eyes move from him to her own reflection, she sees the same raw need in her own eyes, feels herself clenching around his cock as she watches the both of them as they chase release in each other’s skin. She moves one hand down her body to rub her clit and Aaron groans appreciatively as his thrust becomes a little harsher, forcing her to cry out as her eyes roll back in her head.

“Don’t stop, Aaron I’m so close.” She whimpers as her fingers rub her clit in fast circles. The heat is building rapidly in the pit of her stomach, her thighs starting to clench and her hips buckle wildly.

“Come on my cock, come for me sweetheart.” He growls as he leans over her back to speak against her ear. Only a few moments later she’s crying out, her pussy gripping his shaft like a vice as she starts to tremble over the counter. His teeth sink into her shoulder at the sudden pleasure, her orgasm triggering his and he comes with a muffled groan, his hips twitching against hers as hot white pleasure rushes through him so fast he goes lightheaded.

They stay like that, breathing heavily, hands becoming gentle, lips turning loving until Aaron stands up and slips out of her with a soft hiss. He carefully pulls her up to face him and smiles at the blissed out look on her face.

“I love you so damn much.” He says as he kisses her softly, his hands cupping her cheeks. “But that song is getting tiresome.”

“How do you think I feel? I’ve had that song stuck in my head almost every day for almost two years!” She chuckles as she pulls him with her back into the shower to actually shower this time. When he pinches her side she squirms just as the water starts to pour down over them and she faces him with an arched eyebrow as he pulls her against him. She didn’t think she’d ever get used to how touchy he was when it was just them, always wanting to feel her in some way.

“Next time I’ll make you sing the whole goddamn thing.” He teases gently against her lips as he holds her close.

She hums into another kiss, a smile on her face as her arms wrap around his neck.

“Don’t you dare.”

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By your side (one-shot)

A/N: Happy birthday to the lovely, sweet @sequinsmile-x!! Today is your day and we should be celebrating with a bottomless brunch but since we’re an ocean apart this will have to do! Happy birthday bestie, I hope you have the best day!

Title: By your side Summary: When Emily thinks back to her childhood it’s not usually with fond memories. She’s so happy her own children won’t have the same experiences. Word count: 2,6k Rating: General Warnings: None, it’s all fluff. With a little spice of childhood trauma.

Emily smiles as she hears the familiar sound of small footsteps running up the stairs. Just as she peeks one eye open her daughter comes rushing in, her brown locks wild around her head and a grin showing a missing front tooth.

“Mommy you’re home!” Isabella, their six-year-old jumps onto the bed and wraps her arms around Emily.

“Hi sweetheart, I missed you.” She kisses her daughter’s head with a smile. She had gotten home late from a case the previous evening, both their daughters sleeping soundly which had led to her simply giving each of them a kiss on the forehead before joining Aaron who had still been up, waiting for her.

After falling in love with him and everything that entailed, their work, Jack, the grief of Haley, they somehow had found a life together. Her pregnancy wasn’t planned, she had almost thought she was hallucinating the second line on the stick she had peed on just for fun. Jack had been ecstatic about getting a sibling, the then eight-year-old celebrating more than Emily and Aaron combined. Almost 9 months later to the day their oldest daughter, Aria, is born.

Isabella was even more of a surprise, Emily thinking she wasn’t able to get pregnant anymore and figured the fatigue and nausea was due to the stress of having a 16-year-old and an 8-year-old as well as working the long hours both she and Aaron did. Isabella was born and she’s a world wind of energy. Temper like her mother and stubbornness like her father.

“Honey, I told you to let mom sleep in.” Aaron comes through their bedroom door and smiles at the sight on his bed, Isabella snuggled up against Emily.

“It’s okay, I’ve missed my babies.” She smiles up at her husband as he leans down to give her a soft good morning kiss. He was a professor now, had decided he needed a change soon after falling in love with Emily. It had been worth it, and he had watched proudly as Emily climbed her way to the top within the FBI. He had always been her biggest supporter, something she never took for granted.

Jack was finishing his last semester in college at Yale, following in Emily’s footsteps, Aria was a teenager, spending most of her time in her bedroom or on her phone and Emily knew that if she blinked for too long, her oldest daughter would be grown.

“Come on, I’ve made breakfast.” Aaron smiles and pulls both of them out of bed. Isabella runs downstairs, smelling chocolate chip pancakes while Emily goes to the bathroom to wash her face before joining them in the kitchen. She doesn’t realize Aaron is still there, watching her from the doorway. When she looks in the mirror and she sees him standing there with his arms crossed and a gentle smile she stops for a moment, simply looking back at him in the mirrors reflection.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

She loves that they never really needed words to communicate. It had scared her in the beginning, his ability to read her like an open book but with time she had learn to appreciate it. Like now, one look and he knows how exhausted, how absolutely drained, she was without her having to tell him. The case had been brutal and she was still processing the last 48 hours.

“Later.” She smiles tightly and leans into him as he stamps a kiss on her lips. “I love you.”

“I love you too, sweetheart.” He says it like it’s a promise.

Later that day Emily finds herself smiling at the domestic bliss in their home. Something she thought she’d never have. Aaron is sitting with Isabella, practicing her reading skills as Emily sits across from them with her laptop, answering a few emails that couldn’t wait until the morning.

“The sun is shining.” Isabella reads slowly, her lisp making her ‘s’ sound like ‘th’ and Emily looks at her daughter as Aaron gently tries to correct her pronunciation. She hates that Isabella has the same speech impediment that she has, something she had been corrected and scolded for by her parents all her life. She had gone to speech therapy for years as a child and most of the time her lisp was almost undetectable now, except when she was too tired or too relaxed to care. She had hated every second of it, her teacher not afraid to use a ruler every time she made a mistake and her mother reminding her time and time again that she wasn’t enough. And now Isabella had the same lisp.

Only, Aaron never reprimanded her for it and Emily wouldn’t ever judge her for something she couldn’t help.

Aaron is watching her from across the table, the split second of sadness across his wife’s face enough for him. He knew how her parents had treated her, how they had made it seem like Emily’s speech impediment was something that made her less than, that it was something to be embarrassed about. When Isabella began to talk and the lisp started, Emily had worried immediately, but Aaron had been there, the unwavering support he always was.

“It’s going to be fine, sweetheart.” He had told her late one night as she worried about bullies, about her daughter’s confidence, her mother’s words still ringing in her ears ‘you sound ridiculous Emily. You need to try harder!’ Luckily for her, Aaron wouldn’t ever speak to either of their children like that, neither would she.

And it was fine, just like Aaron had told her.

Isabella went to speech therapy but unlike how it had been for Emily it was a good experience, a therapist who was patient and kind and with parents who never made her feel dumb for something she couldn’t help.

She’s brought back from her thoughts when she feels Aaron warm, heavy hand on hers. He squeezes her hand softly and she intertwines their fingers across the table as Isabella continues to read out loud from her book.

“You’re unfairly perfect sometimes, do you know that?” She says, her tone slightly teasing and when he chuckles and his dimple pops out she finds herself biting back a grin of her own.

“I could say the same about you.” He winks at her just as Isabella pokes his shoulder.

“Daddy, you’re not paying attention!” She huffs dramatically and he swears it’s like watching a miniature version of Emily.

“Sorry honey, keep going.” As he fixes his glasses on the bridge of his nose, Emily can’t help but to watch him, the love of her life, the man who gave her everything she never thought she’d get.

“I’m happy you’re home.” Aaron wraps his arms around her and presses a kiss to the back of her neck as she dries off dishes only a couple of hours later.

“I’m happy to be home too.” She sighs and leans into his embrace. His stubble tickles her skin, the smell of him calming and she smiles softly before continuing quietly. “It was rough. We lost two kids.”

His arms tighten around her as he hums. Kids were always worse, it always had been and while sometimes he missed working for the BAU, days like these he really didn’t. Days when he knew Emily spent hours agonizing over every decision she had made while away on the case still something he remembered from his own days as a profiler.

“I’m sorry sweetheart. But you did everything you could.” The way she leans further into him makes him want to protect her from this feeling, of feeling like she could have done more. He presses another kiss to her neck and continues to hold her knowing there wasn’t much he could say to make things better.

“I know.” She turns around and wraps her arms loosely around his neck while his hands wrap around her hips. “I’m just, so happy to be home.” When he leans his forehead against hers she brushes her thumb along his jawline. “The stubble is a good look.” She changes the subject, needing to think about things other than work.

“You think so huh?” He smirks at her when she nods, her brown eyes gleaming as she bites her bottom lip.

“It’s sexy.” When she speaks it lower, a little breathier and Aaron’s hands tighten slightly on her hips as he pulls her closer to him. “I’ll show you just how sexy later.”

He doesn’t get to respond, Aria and Isabella’s voices sounding through the house and getting louder as they’re arguing about something. If he were to guess, Isabella was trying to steal something from her older sister’s room.

“I got it.” He whispers and kisses her softly, his lips lingering against hers before making his way upstairs. “Girls, can we go one day without arguing?”

Emily stays in the kitchen, grinning as she hears both her daughters immediately trying to talk over each other. She shakes her head as she turns back to the dishes. There was nothing she’d ever trade this life for.

“Hey, mom? Look at this.” Aria comes into the living room as Emily relaxes on the couch before dinner. Aaron and Isabella are in the kitchen, their youngest loving to cook and Aaron being the only one actually able to cook means that Emily is usually shunned away from the kitchen during meal prep.

“We don’t need the fire department here again.” He would tease her as she huffed.

“It was one time!”

“Actually, mommy it’s been four times now.” Isabella told her seriously and as Emily crossed her arms over her chest Aaron suppressed a grin, knowing when to push his wife’s buttons and when to shut up.

“Go relax, we’ll make dinner.” He ushered her out and that’s how she finds herself on the couch, reading a text from JJ when Aria joins her on the couch.

Emily wraps her arm around her, always stealing a hug from her oldest daughter during the few non angsty teen minutes of their day. She puts her own phone down and takes Aria’s that she’s holding out to her and watches the video she wants to show her. It’s a compilation video of girls surprising their father by climbing into their laps like they did as children, with the fathers hugging them just like they had done when they were younger. It’s sweet, and Emily finds herself smiling at the video.

“This is really nice.” She comments as she hands the phone back to her daughter.

“I think I wanna do this trend with dad.” Aria grins, her smile the same as Aaron’s, a daddy’s girl through and through. “Do you think you could film it? I won’t post it anywhere.”

“Of course, honey.” She agrees easily. “After dinner?”

“You’re the best mom.” Aria leans into her for a moment. “I missed you this week.”

“I missed you too, sweet girl.” She kisses her daughter’s temple and ignores the eyeroll sent in her direction, the moment gone as quickly as it came. Not that she’d ever expect anything different from Aria.

After they’ve had dinner and Isabella has gone to bed, Emily sits in one of the puffy armchairs as Aaron relaxes back on the couch, him watching TV and she holding a book that she doesn’t really pay attention to.

“What are you doing all the way over there?” Aaron looks at her with an arched eyebrow, she usually always sat right next to him.

“I don’t know, this chair is comfy.” She lies as she hides her phone behind the book she pretends to read. Aria is coming down the stairs just as Aaron is about to get up to drag her from the chair which makes him sit back down.

“Hey honey, what are you doing out of your cave?” He teases their daughter who rolls her eyes.

“Ha ha you’re so funny dad.” She goes towards the kitchen. “I’m just getting some water.”

Emily watches as Aaron relaxes back onto the couch and hears the water running in the kitchen, from her seat she can see into the kitchen but he can’t so when Aria gives her a nod she quickly starts recording. She watches as she comes back from the kitchen and climbs into Aaron’s lap, her head buried in his chest and Aaron freezing for a moment. Then he smiles, and it’s so gentle and happy that Emily feels her chest aching with affection for them as he hugs her back, his arms tight around her, just like he would hug her when she was a child. It felt like going back in time.

“This is a nice surprise.” He says softly as he kisses the top of Aria’s head before she climbs off him.

“Love you dad, love you mom.” She smiles knowingly towards Emily before bolting back up the stairs as Emily chuckles lightly.

“Do you know what that was about?” Aaron asks as she sends the video to Aria’s phone before getting up to snuggle into her husband with a sound of contentment.

“No idea.”

“Liar.” He smiles as he kisses her temple before returning his eyes to the movie.

Emily tries to pay attention to the TV but her mind drifts elsewhere. It doesn’t surprise her that Aaron notices the slight shift in her mood almost instantly.

“Hey, you alright?” His thumb moves up and down her upper arm soothingly as he turns to look at her.

“Yeah.” The smile on her face doesn’t quite reach her eyes and he gives her a knowing look. “I just,” She stops for a moment and sighs. “I can’t remember ever hugging my father like that, I can’t remember ever crawling into his lap to get a hug.”

“Sweetheart-” He starts sadly, Emily’s parents always a difficult subject for her but she quickly cuts him off.

“And I’m so happy our kids won’t ever feel like this, like they missed out on something precious, something important.” When she smiles this time it’s genuine, her eyes warm and filled with adoration for him. “You’re so good, you always have been.”

“Baby.” He pulls her closer until she’s straddling his lap on the couch, her hair curtaining around them as she presses her forehead against his. “I’m sorry your parents never made you feel safe.” He cups her cheek with one hand and when she turns her face enough to press a kiss to his palm he smiles. “You’re the best mom to our kids, the most amazing woman I’ve ever met.”

“Don’t get cheesy on me, Hotchner.” She tries to play his compliments off but his gaze is insistent on hers, making it impossible for her to look away. “I’m so lucky, our kids are so lucky.”

He doesn’t say anything, but the small smile on his face and the way his dark eyes soften lets her know that he’s more affected than he lets on. His thumb traces along her cheekbone as he releases a long breath.

“We should have you home like this more often, sweetheart.” His voice is just above a whisper and she leans forward to kiss him, promises of all the words she’d never be able to convey in her touch. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

That night she falls asleep wrapped up in Aaron, his arm around her and his bare chest pressed against her back. She stays awake as he snores lightly, his warm breath falling against her neck and she thinks back to memories of him. Their first date, their first kiss, their wedding, children’s birthdays, all happy memories, memories she hopes to never forget. Aaron’s arm tightens around her middle and she smiles as he mumbles something in her sleep.

She often wondered how she got so lucky, finding him.

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Hey how are you doing you feeling okay

Hi!

Yes I’m okay I am just taking a bit of a break from writing. Thank you for checking in though! 💛

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I have I fic request :)

After Emily is back from Paris her relationship with Hotch slowly starts to get more than friends with benefits. After Doyle's dead the case is finally fully closed, but while packing the evidence boxes to get them back to Clyde Easter Hotch finds sex tapes of Emily and Ian. Not knowing what it is, he starts to watch. He's angry and turned on at the same time. He only know realizes what Emily can take and that she apparently likes it way rougher than he thought. He wants her to know that she belongs to him and no longer to Ian no matter what the branding says. He also wants her to know that he loves her.

Of course there definitely needs to be some smut where Hotch tries what he has seen that's why this request goes to you ;)

Maybe afterwards Hotch tells Emily that he loves her and it's the first time someone said that to her since Ian and she's kinda afraid and thinks she doesn't deserve it but he convinces her

Wow that's a long request...feel free to ignore it if you don't want to write it :)

Title: I need you like I need to breathe Summary: He doesn’t think much off the USB that falls out of the evidence box as he packs up files to send to Clyde Easter. But curiosity gets the better of him and he decides to watch what he thinks is an interrogation tape but the thumb drive contains something he never would have expected. Word count: 5,4k Rating: Explicit Warnings: Smut, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, begging, overstimulation, oral sex, choking, possessive Aaron, jealous Aaron, sex tapes, mention of restraints/handcuffs, feelings, confession of feelings

Aaron sighed heavily as he stood alone packing up box after box. The Doyle case had been a lot, too much, not only personally but the actual work. There were documents after documents, file after file, so much of it needed to be stacked into piles before being put into boxes to be shipped to Clyde Easter for their own case against Ian.

He was dead, and Aaron couldn’t lie and say that he wasn’t happy about it. Because it meant that Emily was back. He smiled at the thought of the brunette, the beautiful woman that was waiting for him in her apartment. They had been on the cusp of something just before Doyle showed up, his attraction towards his subordinate finally erupting as they spent a night together.

It was supposed to be one night, one time, but it doesn’t stay that way and they begin something more, a few hours of using each other to forget about the horrors of what they had seen. An outlet used to forget. But then Doyle crashes into their lives, and changes all of them forever. The months he spent without her made him realize that whatever it was between them was deeper than what he had initially thought. He missed her in a way he had only missed one other person before, Haley, and that realization forced him to come to terms with his feelings.  

He was in love with Emily.

She comes back seven months later and he’s unsurprised that she shows up at his door the same night they track Doyle down. He spends the night twisted in sheets and her and when she presses a soft kiss to his chest he finds himself holding her closer.

“I missed you.” She whispers and it’s the closest she’s ever come to showing her true feelings towards him.

“I missed you too.” He presses a kiss against her forehead and she looks up at him with soft eyes and her cheeks still tinted pink from pleasure. “I want this, want more.” He brushes some of her dark hair behind her ear and she smiles.

“I’ve wanted more for a long time, I want you.”

So that’s how they start out, still so early in their relationship. It’s only been a few weeks but now he’s standing in his office packing up one of the most traumatic cases of their life and he has a wonderful woman waiting for him once he’s done. He’s in love with her, not that he’s told her that yet but he knew he did. After Haley, he didn’t think he’d ever love another woman but he had never been more wrong.

He sighs as he clips another file together and then reaches for another evidence box. It’s late, he’s tired and rushing and he accidentally knocks over the box, sending its contents over the floor.

“Damn it.” He mutters lowly while reaching down to pick up the papers that’s scattered on the floor as well as a couple of USBs. He doesn’t think much of them as he puts them back on his desk neatly. It had to be tapes of when Ian was interrogated before being sent to North Korea. He looks at the USB’s again, curiosity getting the better of him. His gaze flittered out at the empty bullpen quickly, he was alone, it was late, no one would know if he watched a few minutes of the tape. He had barely gotten to interact with Doyle, he was gone by the time they had found Emily in the warehouse, he was shot dead before he had the chance to talk to him. And he hated him, but he was still curious.

With that thought in mind he picks up one of the thumb drives and sticks it into the outlet of his personal laptop before sitting down at his desk. Sure enough there’s a file on it, a video emoticon and he clicks it quickly.

Immediately he’s greeted by the last thing he’s expecting. The video starting in the middle of Emily and Ian on a bed, both on their knees, Emily leaning back against Ian’s chest, naked and panting. Aaron’s eyes widen as his brain tries to comprehend what he’s seeing, he wants to look away but he can’t, his eyes glued to the screen.

“You’re so wet for me Lauren.” Ian slaps her clit and Emily gasps, her head leaning back against his shoulder before he roughly pushes her down.

“Ian-.” She moans, her voice rough and thick with want “more, harder.”

Aaron watches with narrowed eyes but feels his cock react to the sound of her voice, want stirring low in his abdomen.

Ian chuckles breathlessly behind her and quickly grabs her hands and secures them behind her back with a strong hold. He keeps her immobilized and Emily’s moans become breathier, needier.

“You can’t get enough, can you love?” He pushes his hips so hard against her that her entire body rocks forward with the motion and she bites the sheets between her teeth.

Aaron quickly stops the tape, arousal and anger mixing in his gut at the frozen screen in front of him. He thinks back to his time, although short with Emily, but they had never had sex like that. It was rough, filthy and he could see how much she was enjoying it. The thought of her needing more from him, that he wasn’t pleasing her properly sent a flash of jealousy through him, a need to claim her almost overtaking him. It doesn’t surprise him that a man like Ian craved control in every aspect of his life, what did surprise him though, was Emily’s willingness, how she seemed to revel in it.

His hands shake when he takes the second USB and removes the first one. He needed to make sure it wasn’t an interrogation tape, he justified, because he would be burning both of those thumb drives, they weren’t evidence, no one would ever see Emily like that again, except for him.

The video starts playing and he suddenly hears himself groan at the sight of Emily, handcuffed to a bed, the camera moving over her naked body.

“You look so good like this, my love.” Ian’s voice sounds and Emily smiles lazily. “Cuffed and at my mercy.”

The camera moves shakily before her face comes into focus and a cock is pushed between her lips. She chokes on it as Ian pushes far down her throat, tears springing to her eyes as she looks up at the camera. The low grunts coming from Ian seem to spur her on and she opens her mouth and sticks her tongue out.

“Fuck my face.” She gasps, saliva dripping from her bottom lip and a dirty look in her eye.

Aaron watches as Ian does just that, stuck somewhere between jealousy and want as he watches the screen. He knows he should turn it off, this wasn’t for him to see. But then the camera moves again, a dull thud sounding as Ian puts it down on a table before getting onto the bed again.

“You’re going to beg to come.” He growls before pushing inside her roughly, earning a grunt from Emily who arches her back, her body bending gracefully. “Tell me why.” Ian grabs her throat and squeezes, his face close to hers as he stays deep inside of her.

“Because I’m yours.” She gets out through a few strangled breaths, a smile on her lips when he squeezes harder around her throat. “My pleasure is yours, you decide if I deserve it.”

“That’s right.” He claims her lips in a kiss before he starts to move, only breaking away when Emily is gasping for breath. “My perfect thing.”

Aaron watches for another minute, sees the way Emily writhes in pleasure as Ian fucks into her so hard he’s sure she must be in pain. But she’s enjoying it, her face blissful and her body chasing his. It’s nowhere near as rough as he’s been with her and he wonders if she really is as satisfied with him physically as she says.

He grabs the second USB and angrily closes his laptop. He needed to get to Emily’s, he needed to erase the images that are playing on a loop in his mind. When he stands he ignores the heavy feeling between his legs, his body stuck in need and anger.

She notices immediately that something is wrong, his jaw tense and eyebrows furrowed as he walks past her into her apartment.

“What happened? What’s wrong?” She tries to reach for him but he quickly grabs her by the shoulders and pushes her against the wall. “Aaron!” The surprise is evident in her voice as she looks up at him with wide eyes.

“You’re mine, right?” His voice is tight with emotion and she feels her confusion only become worse.

“What?” She carefully cups his cheek and when he doesn’t pull away she takes that as a good sign.

“Tell me you’re mine.” He pushes his forehead against hers, his eyes intense as he holds her worried stare and keeps her pinned against the wall by a firm hold on her hips.

“I’m yours. Who else’s would I be?” She bites her bottom lip nervously when she feels him physically relax some, but his eyes are almost desperate in the way they look at her. “Honey, what’s going on?”  

For a few seconds he doesn’t say anything, but he won’t hide this from her. He knew he had overstepped boundaries and she needed to know that.

“I saw the tapes.”

She immediately tenses and he prepares for her to push him away but it doesn’t come. Instead she looks worried, almost scared.

“I-I thought I had destroyed them all. Ian, he- he liked taping us.” When Aaron lets go of her hip with one hand to dig out two USBs from his pocket she takes them quickly.

“I guess these were in his apartment where he was hiding out. They were in an evidence box.” He doesn’t stop her when she throws them to the ground and quickly stomps on them, effectively breaking both thumb drives.

“I’m so embarrassed.” She shakes her head and looks back up at him. “I’m sorry you saw that.”

It’s the last thing he expected her to say.

“You’re not upset with me? For watching?” He can still feel anger simmering in his veins at the thought of Ian touching her, of him claiming her back then and now, the burn still a sore subject for her.

“It depends on why you watched them, and for how long.” She can still clearly see the distress on him, how furious he is but he doesn’t seem to be angry at her. She had worried that he would be, that he would hate that part of her that he still didn’t know much about yet. Back then she might have been playing a part but she knew he had seen that she truly had enjoyed that time spent with Ian, even if she hated herself for it.

“I thought it was interrogation videos, I watched the first one for a minute or two. The second I watched cause I wanted to know if it was the same thing and I watched that for about the same time as the first.” He searches her face for a moment and when she shrugs with a sigh he takes her hand. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have watched either of them.”

“No you shouldn’t have.” Her voice is gentle when she speaks, her hand squeezing his once. “Are you upset about the tapes? Or something else?”

At that he freezes, his eyes hardening slightly as he swallows.

“I’m not upset that you made the tapes, I know there’s a lot of things you had to do that you didn’t want to.” He takes a step back from her, almost afraid of the jealousy that once again feels like it’s consuming him. “But you liked how rough he treated you, you liked when he grabbed you so hard I’m sure you bruised. You- you liked it.”

For a few tense seconds he watches different emotions flash over her face, surprise, regret and finally anger as she starts to pace.

“So what if I did? I wasn’t supposed to enjoy it because I was undercover? Because it was a job? I liked having sex with him so I’m a whore?” The way her voice breaks makes it clear to him that this is something she’s thought about, that it’s something that’s been bothering her but it’s not what’s been bothering him. That thought hadn’t even crossed his mind.

“No I’m upset because we don’t have sex like that, I’m angry because he’s claimed you in every way he could and now I’m worried that I don’t satisfy you. That you’re not happy!” When his voice rises she stops in her tracks, all traces of anger gone as she looks at him with nothing but tenderness.

“How could you ever think that?” She grabs his face with both hands to make sure he’s looking at her. “I’m so happy with you that it terrifies me, honey. It’s not about the sex, it’s about you. Us.” It’s not enough for him even though it should be and she notices immediately. He’s still so tense, so angry that he almost vibrates with it and for a moment she’s unsure how to go forward.

Then he’s looking at her with something close to wild, determination etched into his face as he suddenly grabs her wrists and pins them above her head against the wall again. She doesn’t fight him, she knows what he’s doing, what he needs. And if she was going to be completely honest with herself, she wanted it too. She wanted him to feel better, to never doubt that she was wholly his and if this is what he needed to do that she was more than happy to oblige.  

“Tell me.” His voice is graveled as he speaks close to her face and it sends a shiver down her spine.

“I’m yours.” She hisses when his hold on her wrists turns painful but heat settles between her legs. It wasn’t that she was afraid Aaron would judge her for her darker side, she just didn’t think he would be interested in it. But she was wrong, the evidence of how much he’s enjoying this is pressing against her hip and she wants nothing more than to feel him.

“I’m going to pick you apart,” His lips ghost over her lips, down her jaw and neck where he places a single kiss. “going to make sure the only name you’ll ever scream is mine.” A bite to her collarbone makes her whine. “I’m going to make you come until every memory of any man you’ve been with is gone.” He licks a stripe up the other side of her neck. “You’re going to beg me to stop.” His eyes find hers when his other hand comes around her neck, holding just enough to feel her pulse race under skin. “But I won’t, not until I’ve had my fill. Because you’re mine Emily.”

She’s already panting, squirming against the wall with want and he smiles at her, something feral in his eye. When he kisses her it’s hard, his tongue forcing her lips apart as he swallows down her moan.

He’s unsure of what part of him has been brought to the surface, the only thing he can think about is Emily and how he needs to claim her as his. Because he was hers, truly and fully hers. When they break apart he picks her up and she wraps her legs tightly around his waist as he carries her through the apartment until he can throw her on the bed.

“Get naked.” He growls as he throws his suit jacket on the floor, eyes locked on hers as he starts to unbutton his shirt. She’s only wearing a sweatshirt and tights, so she’s naked before he’s even gotten to the last button and he smiles appreciatively at her naked body until he notices the way she’s trying to hide the scars om her body. “Stop.”

She freezes at the word, her hand dropping from the burn on her chest and he quickly gets on the bed to hover over her, his shirt hanging loosely from his shoulders.

“That burn means nothing, do you understand me?” He grips her chin in his hand. “He’s nothing, you don’t hide it, you are not going to be ashamed of it. You survived, and he didn’t.” When she gives him a quick nod after a few seconds he kisses her, something that’s softer, more comforting than before, and she seems to relax into the bed. “Do you need to stop?” He mumbles, his eyes searching hers and she gently caresses her thumb over his cheek.

If she needed to stop they would in a heartbeat, she knew they would. But she didn’t need to stop, and Aaron needed this. She never wanted him to feel like he wasn’t enough for her again.

“I don’t want to stop.” She whispers and after a few moments of him studying her he kisses her again before standing back up.

“Touch yourself.” He mutters and when her cheeks flush pink he hums lowly, satisfaction tingling down his spine as she slowly moves her hand down her body. When two of her fingers dip inside of her to draw some of her slick to her clit, he continues to undress. He watches with dark eyes as she rubs her clit in slow, tight circles and he unbuckles his belt, only giving her a quick nod when she faulters to look up at him.

She sighs softly as she watches him through heavy lidded eyes. He looks powerful as he stands in front of her and her fingers move in faster circles at the sight of him. Her eyes stay on him as he kicks his pants and boxers off and a breathy moan falls from her lips at how hard he is, his tip shining already.

Without warning he grabs her ankles and pulls her to the edge of the bed and she makes a noise of surprise at the sudden movement.

“Jesus, honey I- Fuck!” Her words are cut off by his mouth on her, his tongue dipping inside of her with a low grunt as he kneels on the floor before moving higher to press the flat of his tongue against her clit. He makes a noise, graveled and low when her hips buckle into his face and he sucks the little nub between his lips, making her moan louder.

There was no mistaking what he was doing, she thought as he pushed two fingers inside of her and immediately curled them inside of her. He had learned quickly what she liked, what build her up fast and hard and what drove her crazy with teasing touches. Right now he wanted her to come quickly, his tongue insistent on her clit and his fingers pushing right against the spot that made her thighs tremble.

“God, so good.” She gasped as her fingers twisted in the sheets in some vain attempt to ground her. Her back arches and his other hand find its way to one of her breasts, his rough fingers twisting her nipple until she’s a mess of breathy moans and louder whimpers.

Aaron hums against her clit as she starts to tense and he sucks her clit hard enough to make her cry out before soothing it with his tongue. He flicks her clit quickly, once, twice, three times and then she’s coming with his name on her lips. As her body trembles he lets go of her breast to keep her hips to the bed, his forearm pressing down across her hipbones as she rides out her high. Her walls are spasming around his fingers, her chest heaving as she tries to draw enough air into her lungs and he can’t look away from her.

He waits until her body is relaxed before moving from the floor and gets on the bed beside her, his lips ghosting over her face as he continues to watch her. His hand moves back between her legs, his fingers quickly pushing inside of her and his thumb finding her clit and she jerks away from his touch.

“Baby, what are you doing?” She breathes heavily as he starts to move his fingers hard, keeping them curled and her legs close instinctively.

“Open your legs. You’re going to come again.” He is still filled with some sort of need, jealousy still licking at his insides as he pictures Ian with her. When she relaxes enough he kisses her to swallow up the moan that falls from her as he starts to move his fingers.

“Fuck, Aaron… it’s too much.” She pants when he moves to kiss down her neck and she feels his lips curl into a smile against her skin as he pushes his palm against her clit.

“No it’s not.” He bites down on the junction of her shoulder and neck. “You don’t think I can’t feel that you’re already clenching around my fingers? You get so fucking tight when you come sweetheart.”

He wasn’t wrong, her body reacting to him like it always did. She could feel her thighs tremble and her hips started to move against his fingers as heat built low in her belly. The pleasure spreads like fire through her veins, another orgasm building quicker than she thought possible. Aaron was kissing her, his hand moving over her skin, touching, rubbing, grabbing, he was everywhere and when he breathed heavily in her ear she felt her body responding to it.

“Come for me.”

She’s sure the sound that rips from her throat is far too loud but she can’t hear anything through the ringing in her ears, can’t feel anything besides earth shattering pleasure as he continues to whisper praise and dirty words in her ear.

“I love when you come.” He mutters lowly as he slowly removes his fingers and quickly wipes his hand on the sheets before rolling on top of her. “Let’s do that again.”

She’s still delirious from pleasure, her mind still hazy and eyes unfocused when he pushes inside of her. The groan that leaves her sounds punched out, breathless and she looks up at him with heavy lidded eyes.

“I don’t think I can.” She says, a loud gasp leaving her as he starts to move with hard thrusts, his hips pressing against hers in a way he never had before. “Oh my God.”

He grins down at her when her eyes roll back and her legs wrap around his hips.

“Oh I think you can.” He mutters before catching her lips and a kiss as he snaps his hips harder against hers. “You’re not done yet.”

She bites down hard enough on his shoulder to leave a mark, but he barely feels it as he moves above her. Her body clings to his, her nails digging into his back and ribs and her legs wrapped around him and he groans his pleasure into her skin, leaves his own marks on her as she pants and moans underneath him.

It’s not long until he feels her start to tighten around him and he knows he looks close to smug when he looks down at her.

“That’s it, good girl.” He breathes against her lips and she whimpers in return. “Does that feel good? Say my name sweetheart.”

“Aaron, fuck it’s so good. I’m so close.” She isn’t sure how he does it, how he draws pleasure from her body effortlessly. “Aaron!” Her orgasm rips through her so quickly she’s sure she’s going to pass out, the pleasure close to painful as her entire body tenses for a few second before starting to tremble. She can’t speak, she can barely breathe as unintelligible sounds fall from her lips until the world comes back into focus.

He doesn’t give her a moment to come down this time, instead he flips her around effortlessly and drags her to her hands and knees. Her body is still shaking sightly and he knows it’s dumb but he feels proud that he’s able to get her like this. His hand grabs her hips tightly and she hisses.

“Should I stop?” He asks lowly and he sees her shake her head.

“No, fuck no.” She braces herself for the first push of his hips, the grunt of his name rolling off her tongue as she lets him set the pace. It’s hard and rough and everything he hadn’t been with her and she realized that a part of her had missed this. It wasn’t that she wasn’t satisfied with him, but there was something about the close to feral way he was taking her that was making heat tingle through her body.

He groans as sweat rolls down his temple, his eyes fastened on her and the way she was letting him take her. The power of his thrusts soon make her fall to her elbows to take him easier and when she whines his name, low and needy, he finally feels some of the jealousy lessen. She was with him, she wanted him, she was his. With that thought in mind he sneaks one hand around her body and when his fingers find her clit she instinctively twists away.

“Don’t you dare.” He growls and she stills but it’s not enough for him and he pulls her to her knees. “You got at least one more in you.” His lips are by her ear, one hand still between her legs as the other pins her to his body.

“I-I’ve never…” She trails off when he thrusts quickly once before stilling again.

“Never what? Come more that three times?” He waits until she nods before starting to circle her clit with sure movements, his hips dragging slower, but deep inside of her. “You’re going to tonight.”

She whimpers, her hands digging into his forearms as he fucks into her. It’s heavy thrusts, her back flush to his chest. His breathing against her neck makes her shiver, the sweat is clinging to both of them, his fingers are insistent on her clit and for reasons unknown to her, she feels her hips start to push back against him. He notices immediately, a sound close to smug falling against her neck as he breathes heavily behind her.

“Look at that.” He muses as he circles her clit in tighter circles.

“Only you get me like this.” She breathes, her head falling back onto his shoulder as her eyes close, completely giving into him.

“And why is that?” He feels her tightening around his cock and he groans at the feeling.

“Because I’m yours.”

The words make him snap, his hips pushing against her harder, his arm tightening around her and she moans louder.

“Again.” He can feel her muscles tensing as her thighs tremble in an effort to keep standing on her knees.

“I’m yours.” She almost begs and when he presses down hard on her clit she comes again with a rough grunt. As her eyesight blackens out she feels him holding her hard against his body, his grip the only thing keeping her up and she knows she’s breaking the skin on his arm with her own hold on him.

He barely waits until she’s slumping before laying her down on the bed and rolling her onto her back again. When she looks at him with a lazy smile he pushes back inside of her with a low hiss.

“You feel so good, so fucking amazing when you come.” He mumbles, his forehead falling to her shoulder as he moves above her. It’s slower thrusts, longer pushes of his hips, less frantic as he feels the last of his unease leave him. He feels her touch become more gentle, her lips tasting the sweat on his skin as she peppers kisses against his collarbone, his shoulder, up his neck until she can catch his lips in a desperate kiss.

“I was never his. No matter what I had to say.” She whispers quietly, her eyes intent on his, holding his gaze until he nods. “I’m yours, Aaron.”

“And I’m yours.” He kisses her again, something that’s quick and messy as his own pleasure starts to build by each thrust of his hips.

There was something about the angle, about the way he was touching her and looking at her that made her feel that familiar pressure inside of her. She didn’t think she’d be able to come again, but then he gets one hand between them and his fingers start to toy with her oversensitive clit and she gasps.

“Come with me.” He breathes, desperation lazed in his command and she feels herself nod without question.

He groans her name, his eyes fastened on hers as they chase pleasure in each other’s skin. She comes only seconds before he does, her orgasm quick and gentle as her body spasms against his. When he comes it’s with a breathless grunt, the sound falling against her face as he keeps his hips pressed tightly against hers.

She doesn’t let go of him, keeps him as close to her as she can as he presses a few gentle kisses against her neck, then cheek and finally lips until he rolls off her. He only moves away to drag the cover over them before pulling her into him.

“Baby, that was so good.” She’s still panting, her chest heaving and body limp when she looks up at him.

“I’ve never done something like that.” He chuckles nervously. “Was it too much? Are you okay, did I hurt you?” As the veil of arousal and need disappeared he was afraid that he had gone too far but she only shakes her head with a smile.

“It was great.” She stamps a kiss on his lips. “Are you okay though? How was that for you?” For a moment she wondered if he regretted it, that he would end up feeling self-hatred for what they had done.

“I’m okay, I just- I didn’t know I had that in me.” He sees the worried look on her face and he smiles reassuringly at her. “I liked it though, a lot. There was something really fulfilling about it, about you trusting me that way.”

She smiles softly back at him as he cups her cheek.

“I trust you with everything Aaron. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.” She lets him turn them until he’s hovering above her, his brown eyes gentle as he looks at her.

“I love you, you do know that right?” He wasn’t surprised when she tensed slightly underneath him, but he holds her gaze.

“I-” She starts but the words get caught in her throat. It’s the first time a man has said that to her since Ian and she feels her stomach twist as her heart hammers in her chest.

“I’ve loved you for a long time, I just didn’t realize it until you were gone.” He continues, his voice just above a whisper. “And you don’t need to say it back, I don’t expect you to. But I don’t want to go another day without you knowing it.”

She listens intently as he speaks, her mind screaming at her to run away, that it’s too much too fast. But there’s another part of her, a piece of her that finally feels like it’s falling into place that makes her stop and she takes a steadying breath.

“Remember when I told you I’ve wanted you for a long time that first night back after Paris?” She waits for him to nod. “What I really meant is that I’ve loved you. For so long that I don’t know how not to anymore.”

At her words he smiles and it’s big and hurts his cheeks and he can’t believe that this is how this night is ending. Any doubts he had were gone, because she loved him and he loved her. It was everything he wanted, everything he needed. He was hers, utterly and completely hers.

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Hi. Can you please write a story where Spencer Reid is an unsub.? And he doesn't get caught, but he tells himself after a couple of years, like 20? Where is Reid the most wanted criminal? But no one knows when Reid is that Criminal.? He terrorizes everyone. And kills a lot of people? In all kinds of ways, but no one knows he's an Unsub?

Hi there! I don’t really write much else but filth but when I do it’s Hotchniss and very rarely case fics, so I don’t think I’ll be able to write your request since it’s so Reid focused. But I hope you find someone else who can write it, there are a lot of talented writers in this fandom! 💛

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The pull you have on me (Part 2/2)

A/N: Thanks to the people who's left comments on AO3 and on here, I hope you enjoy the second apart of this silly little AU!

Title: The pull you have on me (Part 2/2) Summary: He shouldn’t be attracted to a girl almost 15 years younger than himself. And he definitely shouldn’t be attracted to his son’s babysitter. But he was. Word count: 3,7k Rating: Explicit Warnings: AU, babysitter Emily, smut, dirty talk, age difference, rough sex, teasing, flirting, Emily is a menace, oral sex

Dinner is spent with Jack talking happily about anything and everything and Aaron had never been happier that his son was too young to notice the tension between the adults in the room. He forced himself to focus on Jack while trying to pretend that he wasn’t thinking about how Emily’s warm body had felt pressed against his, how good she smelled, the low rasp of her voice when she told him she wanted him.

It also didn’t help that Emily would sometimes catch his eye, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. She was a breath of fresh air, so different from the woman he usually spent time with. She was exhilarating, something he shouldn’t want as much as he did. But now he’s had a taste of what she would feel like pressed against him, and he knew that keeping himself away would be close to impossible.

Like Emily had promised Jack, they watched Toy Story and had ice cream after dinner, both of them sitting on the couch with Jack between them. But his arm was thrown over the back of the couch, the tip of his fingers grazing her shoulder and she turned her head occasionally to look at him. Her eyes were hazy, her cheeks still the slightest shade of pink and he couldn’t help but to give her a smug smile.

“Pay attention to the movie.” He more mouthed than whispered, happy that Jack was too caught up in the animations to notice anything.

“You should take your own advice.” She told him just as quietly and he chuckled.

He couldn’t pay attention to the movie even if he had wanted to, his eyes lingering on her. She would lick ice cream off her lips and he felt arousal low in his abdomen, she would squirm slightly from his fingers trailing invisible patterns along her upper arm and he wondered how she would feel underneath him as she trembled in pleasure. It wasn’t until the familiar weight of Jack falling asleep against him that he stopped touching her and looked down.

“He made it almost through all of it.” She smiled softly at the young boy and stood up to collect the bowls from the table. It was almost domestic and that thought made his stomach twist with something other than want, something even more dangerous.

“I’ll put him to bed.” He easily picked up Jack and carried him upstairs. He brushed his teeth while Jack was still half asleep and then carried him to bed. The minutes he had away from Emily made it able for him to clear his head. It was easier when his mind wasn’t clouded over by arousal. He shouldn’t go there; he knew he shouldn’t. It was reckless, too many reasons why he should just tell her to go home, that he couldn’t do this with her.

He had almost talked himself out of it by the time he walked into his bedroom to leave his phone to charge when he heard her behind him, clearing her voice softly. When he turned around she was standing in the doorway dressed in a tiny shirt that ended just above her bellybutton, and a pair of black panties, sheer and small and he was sure she was trying to kill him.

“Jesus Christ.” He groaned, whatever logic he had convinced himself of gone the second he looked at her.

“I think I might go to bed too.” She pushes off the doorframe and turns around, showing her perfect ass in the thong to his wandering eyes and then turns to look at him over her shoulder. “Are you coming?”

He’s running after her without a second thought, hands reaching out for her before they’re even halfway down the corridor.

“Filthy thing.” He growls against her ear when he finally catches up to her and pulls her back against his chest. She gasps at the feeling of his warm breath against her neck, his hands scolding against her skin.

“This is kind of cliché don’t you think?” She turns and walks backwards, dragging him with her by a firm grip on his shirt. “Fucking the babysitter.”

“It is yes.” He pushed her down on the bed and she let out a breathless laugh. “Are you telling me to walk away?” His eyes find hers and for a moment her teasing smile is replaced by something a little more serious.

“No.” She leans back on her hands, just like she had in the kitchen earlier that night and he quickly climbs between her spread legs.

“Good. Cause I don’t think I could even if I wanted to.” He speaks against her lips, one of his hands cupping her cheek before he finally lets himself kiss her. She tasted like the vanilla ice cream they had and something else, something he knew he would get addicted to if he wasn’t careful. It was the taste of Emily.

She sighs into his mouth when he starts to run his hands along her body, feeling the softness of her skin and over unfamiliar curves. When her tongue presses against his lips he is quick to open his mouth to her and he feels her short nails dig into his upper arm, trying to get him closer.

“You’re so fucking pretty.” He mumbles when they break apart for air and she bites her bottom lip to keep her smile at bay.

“You’re not so bad yourself, Mr. Hotchner.” She whispers and he shakes his head.

“Aaron, if we’re doing this you call me Aaron.”

“Aaron.” She agrees before her face turns into a smirk. “And Mr. Hotchner if I’m bad.” When he chuckles against her neck she shivers from his stubble against her skin.

“Oh trust me, sweet girl. You’re plenty bad.” He kneels between her legs to pull his shirt off and quickly lays back down again. “If you weren’t you wouldn’t have flirted with me.”

“I told you,” She tugs his short hair to make him look at her. “I get what I want.” Her teasing grin sends a tingle down his spine and he easily pins her hands above her head with one of his own, effortlessly demonstrating the strength he knew she wasn’t fully aware of yet.

“Maybe tonight, but remember that young little brats like you don’t get rewarded.” He enjoys the way she squirms underneath him as she tries to break free. They both ignore the insinuation that maybe this wasn’t a one time thing, that they both would end up wanting more. When he easily keeps her pinned he smirks down at her and lets his other hand travel over her waist and up her ribs. He pushes the fabric of her shirt further up until her chest is revealed to him and he growls at the sight. She was fucking perfect.

“Let go of me.” She whispers and twists in his hold but he keeps her still. The flush on her cheeks gets more pronounced and he realizes that she likes when he pins her down, likes his strength.

“You haven’t been with a man yet, so you’re used to getting things your way.” He mumbles between kisses to her jaw, down her neck where he bites down over her pulse before soothing the sting with his tongue as she hisses and arches into him. “You’re going to learn how well a man can fuck you.”

“Is that a promise?” She wraps her legs around his hips, pulling him closer to her and moans softly when she feels him against her.

“Guess you’ll find out.” He only rises on his knees to get her out of her shirt, throwing it to the floor to join his. His eyes move over her body, a growl rumbling in his chest at the sight of porcelain skin.

“You’re staring.” She breathes, her dark eyes clouded over with want, pupils dilated.

“You can’t blame for that.” He moves further down the bed and peels the tiny material she calls underwear off her legs and settles between her thighs and she leans back on her elbows to watch him with heavy-lidded eyes. His arms hook around her thighs, spreads her wide and he groans at the sight of her slick between her legs.

“You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about this.” He rasps before kissing the inside of her knee. His lips trail higher and higher and she makes the softest little sounds above him. He couldn’t wait until she was trying to hold back screams as he made her come. He kisses further up her thighs until he’s hovering above her clit and that’s when he feels her tense slightly.

“Y-you don’t have to do that.” She looks down at him with something close to worry and he feels his eyebrows furrowing. “I’m ready, you don’t need to.”

“Need to?” He scoffs slightly, a grin that’s close to feral on his lips. “Oh sweet thing, I have to know what you taste like, what you feel like coming on my tongue.” The way she flushes at his words makes his hips jerk against the bed. “I told you, you’ve been fucked by boys, boys who don’t know what the hell they’re supposed to do with a girl like you. Baby it’s not a have to, getting to taste you, it’s a fucking privilege.”

With that he ducks his head enough to lick over her clit, his hold on her tightening when she spasms from the sudden pleasure.

“Oh, God.” She mewls as he flicks her clit with his tongue before sucking it between his lips. Her head falls back and her eyes drift close and Aaron groans at the way she falls into her desire as whatever worries she had disappears.  

When he lets go of her clit she almost whines, her jaw slack and eyes dark enough to look black when she looks back down at him. She gasps at his eyes looking up at her, the sight of him between her legs close to obscene as he licks between her folds and pushes his tongue inside of her.

He groans at the taste of her as she coats his tongue, the vibration from it making her hips buckle into his face and his fingers dig harder into the smooth skin of her thighs. She would most likely bruise, finger shaped bruises marring her skin and the thought of her walking around with his markings on her body forced satisfaction through his veins.

“Fuck, Aaron.” Her breathy whine was music to his ears and when she fell into the bed and her fingers found their way to his hair he doesn’t stop her when she pulls him back to toy with her clit. He presses the flat of his tongue against it and when her fingers tighten in his hair his hips grind into the bed in search of friction.

She’s gasping and moaning, her body tensing as he builds her pleasure up. The hand not gripping his hair covers her mouth to keep from making too much noise. The last thing either of them would want is Jack waking up.

“Good girl.” His voice is rough with want as he speaks lowly. “You wanna come on my tongue, sweet thing?”

“Yes, God yes.” She nods frantically, a thin layer of sweat covering her body as he lowers his head and sucks her clit between his lips once more.

It’s not long before he feels her muscles start to tense and her breathing is coming out in labored breaths. Her fingers flex against his scalp and her hips move against his mouth, chasing her release and he doubles his efforts. He circles her clit with his tongue quickly and then sucks it a little harder. His eyes are fastened on her when her back arches, her body bending deliciously as she twists in pleasure.

When she comes only a few seconds later it’s with a broken grunt, her voice low and breathy as her eyes roll back and she buckles hard against his touch. He doesn’t stop, his hold on her only tightening as he continues to toy with her clit until she’s limp and panting, low whimpers leaving her lips.

“S-stop, too much.” She laughs as she tries to twist away from his demanding tongue and he relents with a final lick through her folds, tasting her release with a deep groan. The flush on her cheeks has spread down her neck and chest, her hair is wild and messy, a look of dazed contentment on her face and he can’t help to kiss her deeply as he moves up the bed again. He pushes the taste of herself onto her tongue and she kisses him back desperately.

“You’re delicious.” He mutters against her lips, momentarily distracted when he feels her try and push his sweats down his hips.

“And you need to get naked.” She bites his bottom lip and tugs, making him hiss at the sting of her teeth before kissing him again. For a few moments he gets lost in her, the taste of her, the softness on her skin but then she makes a noise low in her throat, impatient and needy and he breaks their kiss with a low hum. His eyes stay on hers as he pushes his pants and boxers down, one of his hands holding her jaw as he lays back between her spread legs.

The heat and slickness of her against his shaft makes him gasp against her face and when he rubs against her clit he watches as her eyelids drift close.

“Condom?” He breathes against her lips as he notches at her entrance.

“I’m on birth control, and clean.” She pulls back enough to search his eyes. “You?”

“I’m clean too.” His eyes darken when her smile turns filthy.

“In that case I want to feel everything, want to be filled with you.” She speaks against his ear and his eyes close tight in some semblance of control.

He pushes her back against the bed, his hand grabbing her jaw tight enough to make her hiss. His eyes stay on hers when he pushes forward, his low groan falling against her face at the tight heat around him.

“So goddamn tight.” He hisses, pleasure tingling down his spine as he bottoms out inside of her and she whimpers at the stretch of him. “How does that feel huh?”

“S-so good.” She groans, her voice tight as her hips move up against him, urging him to move. “Fuck me, Mr. Hotchner.” When he thrusts against her she grins knowingly at him. “You might want me to call you Aaron, but don’t think I don’t know that you get off on me calling you by your last name, that the fact that I’m the babysitter isn’t a turn on.”

“God you really are a filthy thing.” His hold on her jaw tightens momentarily before letting go and he thrusts sharply into her, making her moan. “Should have done this from the start, going to have to enjoy you every way I fucking can.” He’s not sure what words are coming out against her skin, his mind hazy from pleasure and want and then her legs wrap around his hip and he hits even deeper inside of her.

“Shit.” She hisses somewhere between pleasure and pain but she seems to revel in it. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

And he doesn’t. He starts to fuck into her with heavy thrusts, moves with the strength he usually holds back when all she does is beg him for more. Her nails dig into his back, the sting of them making him bite down on her shoulder when he’s sure she’s drawn blood. She likes leaving her own marks on him, he notices at smiles into her skin.

“It feels so good.” She moans against his neck, endless sighs, gasps and moans like music to his ears and he lifts himself up on his hands to be able to watch her.

“You like that?” He pants breathlessly, sweat dripping down his temple. “You’re so fucking wet Em, clenching my cock so good.” His hand moves down her body and his thumb swipes over her clit and she almost cries out, her eyes closing tightly as her head falls back and her hand once again covering her mouth.

He watches in satisfaction as she starts to tremble, watches the way her muscles tense as she chases a second orgasm. Her slick walls are tightening around him and he growls at the feeling as his hips move faster against hers. Next time they were doing this he knew he wanted to hear her properly, wanted to make her scream. The thought of not doing this again felt like an impossibility, he wouldn’t be able to stay away from her and he was pretty sure she wouldn’t be able to either.

Her eyes open as she gets closer to her release, her eyes desperate as she looks up at him, the dark want on his face only getting her closer.

“Please, Aaron please.” She gasps and he bares his teeth in a feral grin, his thumb moving in tighter circles over her clit. It’s the last push she needs and she comes so hard her entire body starts to shake, her thighs tight around his hips. He swallows up her sounds with a messy kiss, tastes the sound of his name against her lips as his tongue delves into her mouth.

By the time she’s come down from her high and her body relaxes he’s kissing down her neck, licks sweat of her skin as he lets her catch her breath.

“Let me ride you.” She mumbles and he knows that the visual of her on top of him would be more than enough to get him to his own release. He turns them swiftly, keeps his hands on her hips as she settles above him, sinking down completely on his cock with a low groan. “You’re so big.”

“And still you’re taking me so well.” He smiles at the way she blushes at the praise and his hands tighten slightly on her hips. She gets the hint and starts to roll her hips on his lap, moving up and down and planting her hands on his chest for leverage. His eyes move down her body to watch the way he disappears inside of her, his shaft shiny from her.

She moves with precision, her body twisting and hips rocking, only encouraged by the low groans and filthy words falling from his lips. He starts to push up against her and the shift makes her grind down harder on him.

“Fuck look at you,” He mumbles against her face, one hand moving from her hip to her hair and fists it. “look at how you’re taking my cock.” He pushes her head down by his hold until she’s looking down to where they’re connected and the mewl that sounds in the back of her throat is breathy and needy.

“Jesus,” She hisses as her hips buckle against his, only looking back up at him when he’s let go of her hair. “and you’re the one call me filthy, huh?” She smirks and his hips pushes up harder against her, thrusting her body forward and she just barely manages to catch herself on the bed with one hand.

He takes advantage, her chest right at eyelevel and he immediately sucks a puckered nipple between his lips with a satisfied grunt. She whines above him and he plants his feet on the bed and fucks up into her harder, quicker, his body suddenly so close to coming he feels lightheaded.

She’s fisting the sheets, unable to do much of anything but take him as he grips her hips and sucks one nipple then the other between his teeth, pleasure shooting down her body as he fucks her.

He groans against her chest, pleasure making his head fuzzy and body strain as he chases his release. She clenches around him, his name falling from her lips repeatedly in the prettiest little whimpers and then he’s pulsing inside of her, his orgasm hitting him like a freight train. His entire body tense as he muffles the loud groan against her skin, his ears ringing and body twitching and she gasps at the heat of his release inside of her. The second his hold on her loosens she starts to grind above him, dragging his pleasure out and he’s seeing stars.

“Jesus baby,” He chuckles breathlessly. “you’ll be the death of me.” He effortlessly spins them around so he’s hovering above her. His body feels sated and heavy, his mind empty from everything that wasn’t Emily and he kisses her until he’s softened and rolls off her with a low hiss.

She lets him drag her into his arms until she’s resting her head on his shoulder, his arm around her waist and she lets out a long sigh.

“That was…” He trails off and he feels her smile against his chest.

“Hot?” She asks teasingly and he laughs.

“Unbelievable.” He smiles at her when she lifts her head enough to look at him and he pulls her into another kiss. When they break apart she’s biting her bottom lip and he already knows what’s on her mind.

“So, what now?” Her fingers trail absentmindedly over his chest, one finger twirling his chest hair and he feels goosebumps on his arms.

“Now,” He cups her cheek to make sure she looks at him. “we either forget this ever happened, or we’ll do it again.”

“Really?” Her face breaks into a shy smile and he pushes some of her dark hair out of her eyes.

“Really.” He grins and rolls on top of her so quickly she squeals in surprise. “And I suggest we’ll do it again, right now.”

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Could you do a pre divorce Hotchniss fic to ‘Stay’ by Sugarland please?

Hi anon!

Do you mean Haley and Aaron getting divorced because hotchniss is having an affair or do you mean Hotchniss getting divorced?

Your girl is running on too little sleep and my brain isn’t working properly 💛

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The pull you have on me (Part 1/2)

A/N: You guys voted and this one won! It was supposed to be a one-shot but it kinda got away from me. I hope you guys enjoy part one!

Title: The pull you have on me Summary: He shouldn’t be attracted to a girl almost 15 years younger than himself. And he definitely shouldn’t be attracted to his son’s babysitter. But he was. Word count: 3,1k Rating: Explicit Warnings: AU, babysitter Emily, smut, dirty talk, age difference, rough sex, teasing, flirting, Emily is a menace Warnings for this chapter: Flirting, Aaron wants her, he tries to fight it

He had hired Emily, a college student that was a friend of a friend’s daughter to be Jack’s babysitter soon after his divorce. It had been Dave’s idea to hire someone to look after Jack when he had to be away on cases instead of always having to depend on Haley. He also happened to know a girl who was looking for work.

So he gets Emily’s number from Dave, the twenty-one-year-old finishing up her junior year in college and happily accepting the job offer. It was easy enough, she loved kids and the money was decent. She even gets her own bedroom to stay in whenever Aaron was away overnight, which was often enough for her to make herself at home.

It was working out perfectly, except for one thing, Aaron found himself insanely attracted to her.

He didn’t know what he had expected of the young woman on the other end of the phone when they first spoke. He noticed immediately that she was intelligent and driven, she was majoring in criminology and minored in linguistics, smart and capable. She was bright and self-assured, a silent confidence about her that he liked immediately. He never really imagined what she looked like when they talked on the phone. But it definitely wasn’t shiny dark hair and the deep brown of her eyes, a smile that could kill. When she shook his hand her palm felt cool but soft as she introduced herself.

“It’s nice getting a face to the voice.” She smiled and he just barely remembered to smile back, momentarily stunned. They had talked on the phone a few times by then, going over what he needed from her and how much she could work with her class schedule but the first time they met was when she came over to meet Jack, Aaron wanting to make sure she was good with his son before officially hiring her.

“It’s nice to meet you.” He said, unaware that he was still holding her hand in his until she cleared her throat and stepped back with a slight blush on her cheeks. So pretty, he thought.

She was stupidly beautiful and he should not be this attracted to a girl almost fifteen years younger than himself. He probably shouldn’t have hired her either, but as he watched her interact with Jack he saw the comfort on him easily and, if he was going to be completely honest, he wanted her around.

And she did her job well, almost always just a phone call away unless she had too much studying to do. It made his life easier, even if he would drive himself crazy as he sometimes watched her. He would come home late and she was in the living room, hunched over one of her books and eyebrows narrowed as she read. She would bite the end of her pen sometimes, a habit he was sure she was unaware of and he found himself biting down on his tongue at the sight of. It made him think about how she would look on her knees before him.

He knew he shouldn’t watch her like he was, but he would find himself doing it almost unconsciously. She was young and pretty and off limits, and somehow that only made him want her more. Of course he never crosses the line, even when she would smile at his boring jokes or occasionally thread the line of flirting, something she only did when they were alone.

It had started so subtly that he was sure he was imagining it, her slightly flirty tone or the way she batted her long lashes at him. Then one night he came home late and quickly went to check on Jack who was sound asleep. He turned around and there she was, dripping wet with only a towel around her. When she saw him she looked worried for a second but made no effort to move towards the spare bedroom.

“I didn’t know you’d be home. I had forgotten my bag downstairs.” She motioned towards the overnight bag in her hand and it was the first time he noticed it.

“It’s fine.” He deterred his eyes and cleared his throat but not without noticing the way she relaxed, her shoulder lowering slightly.

“Sleep well, Mr. Hotchner.” She smiled, a hint of smugness in her tone before she closed the door behind her.

He found himself thinking about her in the shower that night, imagining licking drops of water from her skin.

It becomes a little more obvious after that, she spent more of her time in the living room, studying or watching TV when he got home late enough to miss his son’s bedtime. She would linger closer to him that she should, let him feel the heat of her body as she passed him with a soft bye or good-night. He spends more time thinking about her, about what she tasted like, the sounds she made, how she would look as he wrung pleasure from her body. He knows he shouldn’t, but he couldn’t help himself. And he was sure he was going crazy.

And then summer comes around, and she has almost three months off school.

“I could be here more, if you need me to.” She had told him, her overnight bag on her shoulder. He had gotten home late the night before, he was tired, his body aching from a tackle from an unsub but he didn’t care when she was standing in shorts and a tank in front of him, smiling so prettily. “You know, for the summer.”

“Yeah?” He leaned against the doorframe and tried with everything in him to not look at her smooth thighs. Her skin looked so soft, he wanted to suck bruises into it.

“Yeah, unless you’re taking some time off and don’t need me.” She teased with a smirk and he wondered if she was aware of the way her brown eyes gleam as she did.

“No, that would be really great actually.” He smiled at her and her smirk deepened. “Thank you Emily.”

“Great!” She smiled back. “Tell Jack that I’ll see him in a couple of weeks then, text me if you need me before that, my schedule is pretty open.”

“Sounds good.” He watched her until she was in the car, driving out of the driveway. She really was helpful and he knew he couldn’t ruin that. Even though the flirting had become even more frequent when they were alone, sometimes he even found himself tethering the line of flirting back. But she was too young, off limits, and Jack’s babysitter. He couldn’t go there, not with her.

Only, he doesn’t count on coming home to her dressed in only a bathing suit as she plays in the pool with Jack a few weeks later.

Maybe he should have, after all it was unbearably hot outside and Emily had been there most of the week because he had been forced to stay late at the office.

“Hi dad!” Jack swims towards him eagerly, the floaties around his arms making water splash around him.

“Hey buddy.” He helps him out of the pool and ignores that his suit will be soaked as he hugs him.

“You’re home early.” Emily says as she gets out of the pool, hair wet and her green bathing suit clinging to her body. She seems oblivious to her state of undress, only arching one of her eyebrows when she catches him looking at her quickly up and down.

“We wrapped up the case early this morning.” He tells her as he sets Jack down beside him. “I’ll be home for the weekend I hope, so if you have plans you don’t have to stay here.” He hopes he doesn’t sound rude, but he couldn’t imagine having Emily around all weekend and being home, especially not if she was going to be dressed like that.

“I want Emmy to stay!” Jack pouts beside him and she laughs softly.

“Emily might have other things to do, buddy.” He looks down at his son who narrows his eyebrows at him, something Jack’s inherited from him.

“But we were going to get ice cream and watch Toy Story tonight!” He complains and Emily looks between them with her bottom lip tucked between her teeth.

“I have a thing tomorrow, but I could stay until then? I already counted on spending the night anyways.” She offers and the four-year-old grins widely.

“Yes!” He jumps back into the pool with excitement, water splashing everywhere as he does.

“If that’s okay I mean, you don’t have to pay me.” She squints as she looks up at him, the sun in her eye and she takes a small step closer to him to avoid the sun. When he inhales he can smell chlorine and sunscreen and the faintest trace of her perfume and his jaw clenches.

“That’s fine.” Needing some space between them, he takes a step back. “I should change.” He gestures to his soaked shirt and Emily nods before jumping into the pool to continue her game of catch with Jack.

It wasn’t fine. It was anything but fine.

Not only did Emily spend another hour outside with Jack, swimming and playing with him but the young boy had also wanted Aaron there. He tries to ignore the way her eyebrow arched as he came back dressed in his swim trunks and instead he tries to focus on his son, playing with him and keeping a safe space from Emily until Jack was getting tired.

“I think it’s time for a nap.” He ignores the complaints from Jack and gets him out of the water, leaving Emily by the pool as he takes him upstairs. He helps Jack shower the chlorine off his body before tucking him in for a nap.

By the time he comes back Emily is lying on a sunchair sunbathing and he bites back a groan at the way he can see her nipples through her bathing suit. Her skin is glistening under the sun, her skin already getting a slight tan from the days she had spent outside with Jack. He imagines the tanning lines, if she only wore a one piece because she was with Jack and normally would wear a bikini.

“He’ll be out for a while.” He mutters and Emily jumps at the sound of his voice. “Sorry.” He chuckles at the way he startled her.

“I’ll wake him up in an hour.” She starts sitting up, neck craned enough to look up at him before slowly giving him a once over. He changed into sweatpants before helping Jack into bed, but he felt even more exposed now than he did wearing his trunks when she looked at him that way. When she looked back up at him she smiled sweetly. “Can I stay out here? Or am I in the way?” Her tongue wets her bottom lip and he feels want stir low in his abdomen at the way she’s looking up at him with dark eyes.

“Stay, I have some paperwork to finish so I’ll be in my study.” He’s sure the look of disappointment on her face was more his imagination than anything as he turns to leave.

He stays in his study until it’s time to make dinner and as he does, Jack plays in his room and Emily comes into the kitchen after she’s had a shower.

“Can I help in here?” She asks as she leans back against the kitchen island, her arms crossed under her chest.

“That’s alright, thank you.” He spares her a look and she holds his stare, amusement reflected back at him. “Everything alright?” He asks when she doesn’t say anything.

“Yes, Mr. Hotchner.” Her voice is breathy and low and he wonders if she does it on purpose. He’s cutting vegetables, tomatoes on the cutting board in front of him. She jumps up to sit on the counter right next to where he’s working, her thighs spread slightly. “I think it’s pretty hot that you can cook.”

At that he pauses, tension filling the room as his eyebrow narrows as he studies her. She’s still looking at him, something dangerous in the way she’s not backing down.

“It’s something everyone should be able to do, at least the basics.” He finally says and she leans back on her hands with a sigh, giving him a view of her body as she does.

“In that case, could you teach me?” She shifts just slightly, her legs spreading just enough for her foot to graze the outside of his thigh and he almost drops the knife in his hand.

“Is that what you want?” He’s toeing the line and he knows it, but she seems to relish in the way he’s looking at her.

“It is.” She arches her back slightly, effectively pushing her chest out as she feigns stretching in front of him. “And I always get what I want, Mr. Hotchner.” Her voice is sickly sweet when she speaks and he knows that whatever unwritten rule he had set for himself was broken.

“What are you doing, Emily?” His voice is low and graveled and he sees her cheeks flush in response to it.

“Nothing.” She looks at him with pink cheeks and pupils blown wide yet there’s a look of innocence on her face. It’s all and act and he know it, but this is the first time he realizes what a menace she could be.

Dangerous, forbidden and thrilling.

But he wasn’t one to be played with and even though she had opened the doorway to what he had been wanting for the better part of a year, he wasn’t going to invite himself through it without her working for it.

It was stupid, it was exactly what he had told himself not to do, but as he looked at her, pink shorts and a black T-shirt, brown hair still wet from her shower, lips looking so soft and inviting, he found that he couldn’t bring himself to care anymore. He had tried fighting this, but why fight what he already knew was a losing battle?

“You want to learn how to cook?” It’s not what she expects him to say but she still nods when he takes a step back from the counter and she jumps to her feet, looking at him almost curiously. “I’ll teach you.” He pulls her to stand in front of him and she exhales shakily as he puts the knife in her hand and then covers hers with his larger one.

“Mr. Hotchner-” She starts but he hushes her.

“Follow my movements.” He whispers against the back of her ear and he sees goosebumps on her arms which make him smile. His front presses to her back as they slice the tomatoes, his hand firm over hers. “Grab the peppers.” He tells her when they’re done and when she reaches for them her hand is trembling.

She leans back into him, letting him lead her movements as they cut the vegetables into smaller pieces. His breath keeps falling against her neck and her body flushes in response. He can see her pulse beating wildly in her neck and he bites back a growl at the thought of tasting the vibrations of it. When he looks down he can see her nipples through her shirt and he hums lowly.

“Not even wearing a bra?” He muses and she sucks in a breath at the low rumble of his voice.

“I was going to change before dinner.” She feels his lips curl into a smirk against her neck.

“No you weren’t.” His lips hover over her skin when she cranes her neck and he just barely keeps himself from sucking the pale skin between his teeth. “How long have you wanted me huh?” He lets go of her hand and the knife drops to the cutting board but he barely notices, both his hands coming to grip her hips tight enough to make her hiss as he pulls her flush against him, making sure she feels his want for her against her back.

“Since the first time we met.” She breathes, voice low and trembling slightly as she grips the counter.

“Is that so?” His fingers twitch against her hips as he noses her hairline, breathing her in greedily. “The boys in college aren’t doing it for you? You want a man?”

“I haven’t wanted anybody else since meeting you. And today you couldn’t stop checking me out.” She twists just enough to be able to look at him, a teasing look on her face. “And while you have been checking me out for the entire time I’ve worked for you, today it was obvious. You want me too.”

He shouldn’t have been surprised that she knew, she was more observant than most, more intelligent than people would give her credit for. He lets her turn in his arms, keeps her trapped between the counter and his body as his hand grabs the back of her neck, his thumb pressing under her chin to keep her looking at him.

“Dirty girl.” He hums and she smirks as he leans forward, his lips just shy of touching hers. “This is a terrible idea, you know.”

“Is it?” Her hand is suddenly between them, grabbing his cock through his jeans, already straining. “I think this is inevitable.” She whispers against his lips.

He groaned at her touch, his hold on her neck tightening and she gasped quietly. But then the sound of footsteps running down the stairs hit his ears like a bomb and he quickly moves away from her, just as Emily’s eyes widen and she all but jumps to the side to create more space between them.

“Dad is dinner ready yet?” Jack runs into the kitchen, oblivious to the tension between his babysitter and his father.

“Not yet, in about twenty minutes.” He tells the young boy who turns his attention to Emily. “Come play in my room Emmy.”

She nods with a soft smile and starts to walk out with Jack, but not without turning back and winking at Aaron, whose mind is still reeling at what just happened between them.

“She’ll be the death of me.” He mutters lowly before turning back to the dinner he still had to finish.

He was screwed. Shit.

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How about Emily riding/going down on Hotch while he’s on the phone to another woman (maybe Beth) who’s flirting with him/asking him out?

Or Hotch fucking Emily knowing some cop or unsub or someone who’s flirted with her can hear/see if they look?

Exhibitionism + possessiveness = 🫠

Title: You’re still everything I want Summary: She’s back from Paris and everything is different, except for one thing. She still wants Aaron. Unlucky for her, he seems to have met someone else but she refuses to let that happen. Afterall, he was hers. Word count: 4,4k  Rating: Explicit Warnings: Smut, dirty talk, teasing, oral sex, exhibionism (kind of) breath play, jealousy, Emily is staking her claim, not that we blame her, feelings if you squint, idiots in lust and in love

She comes back from Paris and everything is different. Her relationship with her friends is different, her relationship with her work is different, but most importantly, her relationship with him was different. Before Doyle, before everything, they had been close to… something.

It was twisted pleasure, hidden touches, softer glances, words whispered in the dark that they weren’t comfortable saying too loudly yet. But it was there, the attraction, the longing, the want. It was the beginning of them.

She had been in lust with him for a long time, had thought that it was all it was. But then her chest would involuntarily clench with adoration for him, her hands would itch to feel his skin under her palms, and she knew that it wasn’t just lust.

Luckily for her, he felt the same.

They had barely begun, a few weeks spent together hidden away from the world as they wrung pleasure and something not yet dared spoken from each other. But then Doyle shows up, her life unravels, and with that whatever possible future they could have unravels too. At least that’s what she thinks, as she readies herself to start a new life.

Seven long months go by and then he calls. She’s on a plane before she knows it and after everything, she finds herself back in the place where she had always felt at home.

Only it’s not home anymore, because Aaron isn’t there. At least not like he used to. She hadn’t realized how much serenity he had brought to her until she didn’t have it anymore. But she’s back, she’s where she wants to be and if she had to spend her days back to longing for Aaron, it would be worth it, she thought.

That is until she’s on a plane, hearing Penelope ask Dave if Aaron is dating someone and the lump in her stomach is so heavy she feels like she’ll throw up. It’s unfair of her, she knows that, but she wasn’t ready for him to move on from whatever they were close to having. It wasn’t fair, and she wasn’t going to let him push her away anymore.

Afterall, he was hers.

“Can we talk?” She shows up at his door with a bottle of bourbon and dressed in red, his favorite color and she knows not all hope is lost when his dark eyes flit over her quickly.

“Is everything alright?” He lets her in and that’s another good sign, she thinks.

“Yeah, I just figured it was time to talk,” She sits down on the couch and ignores memories of his hands on her body while being on that exact couch. “about us.”

He grabs two glasses before sitting down next to her on the other end of the couch and draws a long sigh.

“Okay.” He says while pouring the amber liquid into the glasses.

“You’ve distanced yourself from me.” It’s blunt, she knows it is, but she always had been and he just barely hides a small smile at her attitude.

“I thought that would be better… since everything.” His eyebrows narrow when she lets out a scoff.

“How is it better?” She takes a sip of her drink and relishes the burn as it slides down her throat. “I thought we were close to something really good.”

“We were.” His eyes search her face for a moment, his voice soft as he speaks.

“But?” She could see his fingers twitching around his glass, a sign that he was holding himself back from touching her and God, what she wouldn’t do to feel his touch again.

“But I almost didn’t know what to do with myself while you were away, not a day went by when I didn’t want to call you, when I didn’t think about you.” He swallows hard, his Adam’s apple bopping with the motion and she almost reaches out for him.

“I don’t see why that’s an issue now, when I’m back.” Her eyes stay on his and she sees different emotions reflected back at her. For a few seconds it’s silent between them and she almost thinks that he’s going to kiss her. But then he clears his throat and straightens slightly.

“I had to move on.” He says simply but there’s no conviction to his words. He hadn’t moved on, no matter what woman he might have met.

“Well,” She downs the rest of the bourbon in one gulp. “I’m not ready to give up on this.” When she stands he does the same and she takes a small step closer to him, just enough for his breathing to hitch. “And I’m pretty sure you aren’t either.” She whispers against his ear, a smile curling against his jaw when he tenses at her proximity.

When she leaves only a few moments later one thing is clear to her, he still wanted her even if he was going to pretend that he didn’t.

But she knew him, knew that she couldn’t burst in wearing underwear and get on her knees for her to get what she want. No Aaron needed to be teased, to be shown what he could have but chose not to take. So she walks into the office wearing a shirt that shows just enough cleavage for him to notice, makes sure to lean over his desk when dropping off files with a look of innocence on her face when she catches him try and look anywhere but down her shirt.

She makes sure that she stands just a tiny bit too close in the crowded elevator, her ass just barely grazing the front of his slacks and she feels his breath against the back of her neck, slightly uneven as his fists balls up at his side.

And maybe, she makes sure to lick the foam of her cappuccino, or the glaze of a donut off her bottom lip and even the ketchup off her finger while keeping eye contact with him. He’s unable to look away each time, even when his eyes narrow at her or he tries to pretend he’s not staring at her. He tries to pretend that he’s unaffected by her, but she can see the way his pulse race, the slight flush up his neck.

“You need to stop.” He sounds almost pleading when she drops off files wearing a dress he had ripped from her body only ten months ago. She was going out with JJ and Penelope, had changed quickly and made sure to wear heels that were just a smidge too high to be practical, before turning in her work for the evening.

“Stop what?” She holds his heated stare with a smirk on her face.

“I don’t know what you’ve been trying to prove for the last few weeks.” He stands from behind his desk and she knows that it’s his way to try and impose some kind of authority over her, and it only makes her thighs clench with want.

“Then there’s no need for me to stop, is there?” She makes sure to sway her hips a little more than usual when she turns to walk out.

He’s going crazy, she thinks a few days later. They’re undercover, pretending to be a couple in a crowded bar and as he sits on a stool she stands between his legs. It’s practical, she can look one way and he the other, but any chance that the unsub would be there was slim, so she takes advantage.

“He’s not here.” She says lowly, her lips brushing his ear as she speaks. She can’t be too obvious, the rest of the team were able to hear her. But they can’t see them, so she casually leans into him, one of her hands grabbing the buckle of his jeans as her breasts press against his chest.

“All good here too.” His voice is strained and she grins into the crook of his neck, acting like she was whispering sweet nothings in his ear.

“We’ll look around the building, see if he’s close by.” Reid’s voice sounds through their earpieces. “Prentiss can you tell if he’s in one of the booths?”

To be able to see that way Aaron needs to move his head, and she gently grasps his neck and pulls him forward. She cranes her neck and sees nothing of importance, but takes another moment to enjoy the way Aaron is nosing at her hairline, his hands moving to her waist automatically as he breathes her in.

“No, nothing.” She says, the words coming out breathier than she wants as her body throbs with arousal.

They end up catching the unsub outside the bar less than an hour later and during the hustle of everything she’s left alone with Aaron who’s all but glaring at her.

“My place when we get back.” He mutters finally and her eyebrow arches. He was finally giving in to her, and she could feel satisfaction pool in her belly.

“Yes, sir.”

She shows up at his apartment the following day and he’s looking at her like he wants to devour her whole.

“Is this a bad time?” She looks at him up and down, dressed in his running clothes.

“I was going out for a run.” He’s texting as he talks, before throwing the phone on the couch carelessly. “Didn’t think you’d be here until later.”

She barely registers that he’s moving until he’s grabbing the back of her neck and pulling her into a kiss. It’s messy, his lips on hers domineering as he pries her lips open with his tongue and she gasps into him.

“You have been driving me crazy.” He hisses against her lips and she pushes him backwards until the back of his knees hit the couch. “You’re a menace.”  

“Are you saying that you don’t want me? Don’t want this?” She grips his short hair and tugs and when he groans she takes advantage and kisses down his jaw, tastes the skin of his neck.

“I’ve always wanted you.” He breathes and she hums before sinking her teeth into his throat, earning her another low groan. “I should have known there was no fighting this.”

“You should have.” She agrees with a smirk and his hands fist her hair to pull her into another kiss. This one is more gentle, like he’s savoring the taste of her on his tongue and she falls into him easily. She pushes at his chest and when he sits back on the couch she’s quick to straddle him, never breaking their kiss.

“I missed you.” She gasps against his lips and his fingers twitch against her hip where he’s been pulling her closer to him.

“I missed you too.” For a few precious moments they stop and look at each other, she sees the sincerity on his face and she knows that this was a new beginning for them. This time it would last.

But everything they needed to talk about would have to wait, because she couldn’t imagine stopping what they were doing. She had needed him for so long her body was buzzing with pent up frustration, and judging by the way he was grabbing at her and the uncomfortable hardness inside his pants, he needed her just as bad.

With that thought in mind she easily rids herself of her shirt and bra and then helps him with his shirt. She catches him looking at her scars and she shakes her head.

“Later.” She tells him and he nods, but not before kissing her once, softly and carefully.

“Later.” He agrees and she gives him a small smile before standing up and quickly pushing her jeans down her legs and he licks his lips at the sight. She leaves her underwear on before kneeling between his legs on the floor, her hands reaching for the hemline of his shorts.

She gets them along with his boxers off with some help from him and as she looks at his naked body with a filthy look in her eye, he blushes.

“You’ve been taking your training seriously.” She comments lowly as she strokes the skin of his inner thighs and feels her clit pulse when his cock jerks against his stomach. He had always been large, strong and muscular, but he was more defined now, some of his softness gone and as his muscles tensed she found herself wanting to lick every inch of him.

“F-for the marathon.” He stutters as she kisses his inner thigh, hot, open-mouthed kisses that is driving him insane. “Stop teasing. You’ve done enough of that.”

At that she smirks but she still takes his cock in her hands and pumps it one, twice, three times as he groans above her. Her eyes stay on his when she swipes her tongue slowly over the tip of his cock, earning a shaky breath from him. She hums lowly at the taste of him, still so familiar to her. When his jaw clenches she licks the length of him, from bottom to tip and his hand fists the cushion.

“Jesus Em.” He grits out through clenched teeth and she clamps her thighs together to alleviate some of the pressure between them. “I thought I said no more teasing.”

She should have expected his thick fingers in her hair, fisting it hard enough to make her gasp and he takes advantage of her open mouth and pulls her forward. His hand loosens as she circles his head with her tongue and easily takes more of him in her mouth. Her eyes flitter up to his face when his head falls back and his jaw goes slack, so she takes more of him, takes him as far as she can before she chokes and he hisses at the way her throat contracts around him.

“Your mouth is so fucking good.” He praises as she starts to bop her head and her hand jerks the part of him she can’t fit down her throat. She twists her wrist at the same time she swirls her tongue and his entire body jerks from the motion. It’s hot and wet and so fucking good he couldn’t for the life of him remember why he tried fighting this.

She swallows around him and his hips push up in response, earning a gag from her as tears cloud her eyes. He liked her messy, she knew that, had never been so wrong when she thought he’d be boring in bed before they had fallen into bed. He proved her wrong in more ways than one, and when he looked down at her with eyes clouded over from arousal and he carefully wiped a tear from her cheek, she was reminded just how wrong she had been all those months ago.

“You’re so pretty like this.” He whispers and her cheeks tint pink at the praise. But Emily always gave as good as she got and any other words he might have wanted to say died on his tongue the second she sucked him harder as both her hands twisted around his shaft, creating pleasure that made his entire body tremble.

And that’s when his phone rang beside him.

Emily lifted her head enough to see the caller ID, the word Beth almost feeling taunting. The other woman still sent her spiraling into a storm of jealousy, the fact that she was calling her man making her furious but through all of it she got an idea.

“Ignore it.” He told her when he noticed the angered expression on her face.

“Answer it.” She started to slowly stroke his shaft, just enough to tease him but not enough to give him any real relief.

“What?” He gasped as his hips buckled into her touch, needing more.

“Answer it or I’ll stop.” She kept her eyes on him and took him back in her mouth, sucking him deep once before pulling away with a pop.

“Jesus Christ.” He hissed and her hands tightened around him, her wrist twisting back and forth as she jerked him. “This is insanity.” He whispered and she smiled, something menacing and close to wild in her eyes when he reached for the phone.

“Hurry up, before it’ll go to voicemail.” She let go of his shaft and pulled back, giving him a view of her mostly naked body and with a trembling hand he pressed the answer button.

“Hello?”

The moment he answered, Emily had him back in her mouth, sucking him with even more enthusiasm and his jaw clenched and his eyes closed as he tried to control his breathing.

“Hi Aaron, I got your text about postponing our run today.” Beth sounded just as happy and carefree as always, oblivious to the strained tone in his voice.

“Yeah, something came up.” He just barely held back a groan when Emily let the undershaft of his cock drag along her tongue. “Rain check?”

“I was actually calling about something else.” Beth let out a nervous laugh and Emily rolled her eyes, because of course she’d be a giggler.

She tightened her lips around him and took him as deep as she could, bypassing her body’s urge to choke to get him fully sheathed down her throat and this time Aaron did groan, his eyes wide as he watched her in awe.

“Are you alright?” Beth asked on the line and he just barely choked out a response.

“Yeah, but this isn’t really a good time.” He bit his fist when she pulled off him, gasping for breath and saliva dripping down her bottom lip.

“Don’t mind me.” Emily smirked before standing up, she wiped her mouth and then pushed her panties down her legs. By the time she was straddling his hips, the other woman was still rambling on the other end. “Feel how soaked I am, just from sucking your cock.” She whispered against his other ear and he quickly did what she said, gasping into her neck at the slick heat he found there.

“… I’ve really been enjoying our time together, and I was going to ask you this today but since you cancelled…” Her voice trailed off but Aaron could barely listen anyways, his focus on Emily and the way she was aligning his cock with her entrance.

“It’s been fun.” He just barely has the mind to answer before Emily sunk down on him, taking his entire length in one go.

“Fuck I’ve missed your cock.” She whispered against his ear and Aaron was sure he was going crazy. The hand not holding the phone to his ear grabbed her hip in some vain attempt to control her movements, but there really was no use. Emily was already leaning back, one hand on his knee and the other between her legs and circling her clit as she started to lift her hips up and down. His eyes were trained on her body, from her puffy lips and flushed cheeks to her breasts, down to where they were connected, his cock shiny with her slick.

“It has been fun, and I mean it’s not every day you find man that’s handsome and fun, so I don’t want to blow this.” Beth giggles again and Emily moves a little faster on his lap, creating more friction.

“I’d like to see how good she is at blowing anything.” She mutters lowly, jealousy and want twisting in her belly. This isn’t normal, she realizes that, but some deep-seated need had been released, it was almost primal, the way she could see him struggling, the way she knew that all he wanted was to hang up because he wanted her. He didn’t wants Beth, he didn’t want anybody but her and it was clear in the way he was looking at her like she was a goddess, clear in the way his hands trembled with the need to touch her properly, clear in the way he chased her body with his own.

“T-thank you.” He stuttered, finding it best to say as little as possible. It was hard enough to find words, it took all his self-control to not hang up and bend Emily over right then and there. But he could see the wild look in her eye, could tell how much she got off on this. Her fingers were moving faster over her clit and he could feel her slick walls tightening around his shaft. In response he leaned forward and sucked one of her nipples between his lips, earning a low moan in return.

“You’re welcome.” He mumbled against her chest before moving to the other breasts. He could hear the smile in Beth’s voice and he almost felt bad for giving her hope. In all honesty he had found her pretty, but she had never been more than a distraction from Emily, she never would have been compared to the woman currently wringing pleasure from him as she moved her hips in ways he’d never experienced before.

“She thinks she can have you but you’re not hers, are you?” She pants and grips his hair to pull him back as she moves a little faster, enough for their bodies to make a slapping sound every time she drops her hips and he pushes up against her. Her orgasm is building, so close she could taste it but she held off, her fingers slowing slightly against her clit.

He shakes his head wordlessly, sweat rolling down his temple and his jaw clenching as the pressure in his stomach starts to build.

“So anyways, what I’m trying to ask, in a very long, roundabout way, is if you want to go to dinner with me?” Beth finally comes out and asks and Emily is leaning forward on his lap, her lips by his ear again.

“Tell me who you belong to.” She tells him and his hips buckle against hers in response.

“I’m yours.” He groans and Emily hums against his ear, satisfaction dripping from the sound.

“That’s right.” She slows her hips and grabs his phone from him, just barely catching the confused question on the other end.

“… I take that as a yes?”

Her eyes stay on his as she holds his phone to her ear, a quick shake of her head and her hips starting to grind on his lap enough to keep him still as he grabs her hips with both hands.

“No, that would be a no.” She tells Beth, her voice breathy and low as she does. “He’s taken and currently about to come-” She’s interrupted by Aaron grabbing the phone and ending the call before she can finish and she gives him a glare.

“You don’t have to be cruel. You’ve had your fun.” His voice is rough, finally being able to relax enough to make the sounds he’s been fighting to keep down. His hand is rough when he grabs her throat, putting just enough pressure around it to make her whimper and her hips buckle. “Now, get yourself off, let me fill that pretty pussy up. And then we’re going to the bedroom to do this again.”

She’s nodding before he’s even finished speaking, her body moving harder, her fingers digging into his chest as she does. Her body is covered in a thin sheen of sweat, her muscles tensing as she chases her release and her fingers move faster over her clit. She’s right at the edge, her vision blurring as she mewls his name. In response, his hand tightens just slightly around her neck and her eyes roll back in her head.

“H-harder.” She gasps and he grins before tightening his hold enough for her to go lightheaded. When he lets go the blood that rushes to her head makes her cry out as her orgasm hits her hard and fast. She trembles in his lap, hips buckling wildly as he switches from holding her throat to gripping her hips with both hands, pushing her back and forth on his cock to chase his own release.

“Fuck, Aaron!” She grunts, oversensitive and sated as he uses her body to get off, a look of primal want on his face. “Come in me, let me feel it.” She whimpers and he growls, a deep, rumbling sound that rips from his throat as he tenses and hips jerk.

He comes with her still twitching on his lap, his teeth sinking into her throat as he does. The sound that leaves him is barely muffled against her skin, her hiss just loud enough for him to hear as white hot pleasure rips through his entire body as he releases as deep inside of her as he can.

Emily knows that her skin will bruise, that the mark he bit into her skin would be impossible to hide but she found that she didn’t care. Before, he had always been careful, had always left his marks where she could hide them, but not this time because this time they wouldn’t have to hide.

She sighs as she lets him come down, her fingers massaging his scalp as his lips leave long, lazy kisses along her shoulder. By the time the sweat is drying on their skin and she feels like she can stand again Aaron is laughing, a breathless and deep laugh that she had missed.

“What?” She smiles down at him and he cups her cheek in one hand.

“You’re crazy.” He continues to laugh when her eyebrow narrows. “And I don’t mean that as an insult because I think I might be crazy too.”

“I’m not crazy.” She pushes some hair that’s fallen over his forehead back. “I just know what I want.”

“But you wanting another woman on the phone while fucking me, that is kind of crazy.” He teases and she grins winningly.

“No, that’s me taking what’s mine.”

At that he laughs again, even louder and she feels her body warm from the sound. They didn’t have everything figured out yet, not even close to it. But she knew that they’d get there. This was the beginning for them, for real this time.

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Idea for some hotchniss fluff: their secret relationship gets outed while theyre at a precinct when hotch calls her sweetheart when asking a question🥹

Title: My heart, my mind is set on you Summary: They’ve been together without anybody knowing and Emily was happy to keep it that way for the time being. Only, that doesn’t happen. Word count: 2,5k  Rating: General Warnings: Fluff, idiots in love, kind of tooth rotting honestly

She’s going to die. Her heartbeat is pounding inside her ribcage, her chest is heaving, aching to pull in enough air into her lungs. The muscles in her legs feels like they’re about to combust. She hated this. Why did she do this to herself, she wonders for probably the tenth time in as many minutes.

But there was one upside she realizes, her boyfriend’s ass as he ran in front of her.

“Come on Em, it’s not much further.” Aaron turns and slows his jogging when he notices just how far behind she’s gotten.

“I hate this!” She half yells, half breathes as she tries glaring at him. He looks ridiculously good, barely breaking a sweat and she kind of wants to punch him, kind of wants to jump his bones.

He laughs at her while shaking his head. She hated jogging, he knew she did, but she had wanted to join him that morning and if he was going to be completely honest it was a fun experience seeing her like this. She was cute when she was annoyed, not that he’d ever tell her that.

“You got this, sweetheart.” He says as she falls in step with him. “We’re almost home.”

“Isn’t running supposed to feel good, give you some kind of high?” She grumbles, but she refused to stop, she was too stubborn to give him that satisfaction.

“Well, I feel great.” He teases and just barely manages to dodge the hand that tries slapping at his upper arm as her eyes shoot daggers at him. “Two more blocks.”

She doesn’t reply, she can’t if she wants to be able to keep breathing. And she’s not mad at him, not really, but she really did think there was way better ways to spend a Sunday morning, for example in bed with her gorgeous, sexy boyfriend. It’s not like she didn’t work out, they all had to because of their job, but she preferred dancing and yoga and boxing, running was definitely not it though.

They get back to Aaron’s apartment and she downs a large glass of water while he goes to get her a towel. When he comes back he wraps his arms around her middle to press her back against his chest and places a soft kiss against her neck.

“Honey, I’m all sweaty and gross.” She still cranes her head to give him easier access and leans into his chest with a low sigh of content.

“I don’t care.” He mumbles quietly, and the sound makes her shiver and heat settle low in her stomach. “Now come join me in the shower, I think it’s time for another type of work-out.”

Like there was any chance she’d argue with that.

They had been together for close to two months, an impromptu dinner with just them ending with a bottle of wine and a shy kiss at her door. They had always had a thing, something unexplainable that they both had tried to pretend didn’t exist. But then she had kissed him outside her apartment as he walked her home and everything they had tried to ignore was suddenly right there, fireworks and safety and everything in between.

No one knows about them yet, except Jack and Jessica, and they wanted to keep it that way for the time being. They knew that working together and being together wasn’t ideal, but neither of them wanted to leave the BAU and neither of them wanted anybody from their team judging them for doing what they all know was an unwritten rule.

But two months later and they’re together, blissfully happy and still being able to keep their relationship a secret from even the most experienced profilers. And honestly, they had fun sneaking around. At some point they knew they had to tell the team, but for now Emily was more than happy keeping their secret, and having Aaron all to herself.

 The next morning he had woken her up with a kiss and a cup of coffee already waiting for her on the bedside table. He had to go in early, but he left the spare key for her like it wasn’t a huge deal, like it wasn’t a new step in their relationship.

“I’ll see you at work.” He cups her cheek and kisses her softly, his eyes soft as he takes in her sleep ridden face and bedridden hair. “I love you.”

“I love you too, honey.” She smiles lazily and it takes everything in her not to pull him right back into bed with her. She waits until she hears the door lock before she takes a sip of the coffee he had made for her. Just a few months ago she didn’t think love like this one existed, she certainly didn’t think she would find it. But now she’s smiling like an idiot into a cup of coffee, her every thought being of Aaron.

“What’s going on with you Bella?” The sound of Dave’s voice forces her out of her daze as she stirred Splenda into her coffee cup at work just a few hours later.

“What do you mean?” She tries to play dumb and leans back against the counter as the older man stares her down.

“You’re… different.” He stands a little closer to her, his eyes gleaming with curiosity as he does. “Happy.”

“I’m a happy person!” She argues just as Derek comes to join them at the kitchenette. He scoffs at her words and she frowns at him. “I am. Happy.”

“Hate to break it to ya Princess, but you’re kind of a cynic. Now Garcia on the other hand, she is a happy person.” Derek laughs at the way her mouth opens and closes a couple of times while Dave nods beside him.

“You see it too right, she’s different. Has been for a while.” He says and Emily really hates both of them right now.

“You’ve met someone?” Derek grins at the way her cheeks flush slightly. “You have!”

“It’s not really any of your business.” She takes a long drag from her mug while Derek continues to smile at her, his eyes gleaming.

“Hey you’re happier than we’ve ever seen you, so we’re happy for you. Just know the guy will have to go through the initial mocking period when we meet him.”

She shakes her head and rolls her eyes at the two men, more than relieved to see JJ walking towards them with files in hand.

“Hey guys, we got a case.” The blonde tells them and Emily takes her mug before starting to move towards the blonde.

“You guys’ suck.” She ignores the way both men start laughing while following her. She knew a case wasn’t something to be happy about, because that meant someone out there was being hurt, but she welcomed the distraction with open arms.

They fly to California and they barely get a moment to breathe. They barely sleep, they eat take out whenever there’s time and drink bad coffee to in vain attempts to keep their energy up. It’s worse for Aaron, she knows that. While the rest of the team at least get a few hours of rest when they can, he stays at the station, or gets a nap in before they’re called in when the locals find another body. He was exhausted, almost delirious from it and she wonders how much longer he can keep going like that.

She finds him alone as they’re getting ready to deliver the profile. He’s studying a map and she pretends to do the same.

“I miss you.” He says quietly and she bites back a smile and lets her pinky graze his as she leans forward slightly. They hadn’t had a moment alone in almost three days, she hadn’t been able to touch him in all that time.

“I miss you too.” She tells him truthfully and gives him a quick glance. He’s looking at her with such tenderness, but he’s exhausted, she knows he is and all she wants is to solve this case so he could sleep. “Are you okay honey?”

“Yeah, it’ll be fine once we catch this guy.” He looks around to make sure they’re still alone. “You look really pretty today sweetheart.” When she smiles brightly he does too and quickly squeezes her hand in his before letting go and taking a step back from her.

It’s a good thing that he did, because Dave shows up only a few moments later carrying a tray of take away coffee.

“They’re ready for the profile.” The older man tells them and both Emily and Aaron nod as they make their way out of the conference room.

In hindsight maybe Aaron should have gotten more rest, maybe he shouldn’t have been standing in a room full of people when he was barely able to put two sentences together. It’s not the first time he’s working on too little sleep, but his brain seems more frazzled this time. The word is out before he can stop it, he barely even notices it until Emily is looking at him with wide eyes and the rest of the team are all turning to him in unison.

“Sweetheart, do you mind going through the victimology?”

For a few long moments it’s completely silent in the precinct. But the cops there doesn’t know that they’re not together and Emily, while she feels her face flushing and heart race, quickly starts to address the room, while trying her best to ignore the pointed stares from her team.  

“He’s going after men, specifically fathers…”

While Emily continues to speak, Aaron tries to pretend that he hasn’t just dropped a bomb on his entire team, his mind racing a hundred miles a minute until they’re done with the profile and while the precinct starts to buzz with activity, his team are still standing there, looking at him for an explanation.

“Alright, conference room everyone.” He mutters quickly while he locks eyes with Emily who’s looking about as lost as he felt. This was not the way they had planned for the team to find out.

The seconds it takes for all of them to gather in the small conference room are still silent and tense but Emily comes to stand beside him and he was grateful for her silent support.

“So.” JJ is the first to break the silence and Emily is grateful that she’s met by a poorly hidden smile and not anger from her friend. “You’re… together?”

Emily hears Aaron’s sigh and she takes his hand in hers and squares her shoulders slightly.

“We are.” She says and immediately catches the look of disapproval on Derek’s face, something she was unsurprised by. He was one of her closest friends and she loved him, but he could be judgmental when he didn’t agree with something.

“For how long?” Spencer looks between them, almost curious and she’s sure he’s trying to recollect every memory he has of them together to put the pieces together.

“A couple of months.” Aaron says before she gets the chance to and she grips his hand a little tighter in hers. “If anybody got any issues then tell us right now.”

Derek shakes his head, irritation clear and Emily feels herself getting ready to jump in to defend herself and Aaron. Their relationship was something she hadn’t ever experienced, a type of happiness she never thought she’d have and she’d be damned if any of them were to try and tear them down.

“This isn’t really-” Derek starts but is quickly interrupted by Emily.

“You said you’ve never seen me this happy.” She speaks to the whole room but her eyes are locked on Derek, reminding him of their conversation just a few days ago. “It’s because of this, because of Aaron.” She can feel Aaron’s eyes on her, can see the hint of a smile in her peripheral and she looks at him with a smile on her own face, unable to keep it away. “I love him.”

“And I love you.” He says it like it’s a promise, like it’s the first time all over again and for a few moments everything but them falls away as their friends and colleagues stay silent as they watch the interaction between them.

“Well,” Dave speaks for the first time since entering the conference room, a small grin on his face. “we should have known. Both of you have acted different, and I for one, am happy for you.”

“Thank you.” Aaron says and she smiles at the older man, unconsciously leaning into Aaron as she does.

They don’t get much more time to talk about it, a detective knocking on the door with new information about the unsub. So they get back to work but not without Emily promising JJ more details come next girl’s night and Dave winking knowingly at them before disappearing out the door.

They manage to find the unsub that same afternoon, and by the time they’re all flying home it’s getting late, the moon shining brightly in the sky. She sits next to Aaron on the plane, not finding a reason not to anymore and as he reaches into his bag for a stack of files she wordlessly puts her hand on his arm.

“You should get some rest.” She says quietly, the exhaustion on him clear and he sighs.

“I have so much paperwork, Em.”

“It’s a five hour plane ride, get a couple of hours of sleep and finish it later. I’ll wake you up.” It’s another couple of seconds before he agrees and puts his pen and the files back in his briefcase. His hand rests on her knee as he leans against the wall, finding the way her thumb rubs over his hand soothing.

He’s asleep in less than five minutes and it’s not until his breathing has evened out and he’s slumping slightly in his seat that Emily notices Derek watching them quietly. He had watched them all day, saw glimpses of the care Aaron had for her and the soft way Emily looked his way when she thought no one was looking.

Thinking back over the last couple of months he realized that Dave was right, they should have noticed the difference in both Aaron and Emily sooner, should have been able to put two and two together.

“Do you remember the saying ‘if you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all’?” She knows there’s a slight edge to her voice but Derek doesn’t seem bothered.

“You’re good for him.” He says simply and he can tell that it wasn’t what she had expected.

Her eyebrow arches slightly in surprise, she had prepared for harsh words, or even just a look of disappointment, but as she watched her friend across the table she found none of that.  

“I might not think this is the best idea, but it’s not about me. You’re good for him.” One corner of his mouth lifts into a small smile.

“He’s good for me, he’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” She tells him quietly and at that, Derek smiles fully.

“Well Princess, that’s all that matters.”

[cloudlessly-light]

Spicy Dialogue Starters Pack

Slow Burn That’s About to Explode

"If you keep looking at me like that, I’m going to do something we’ll both regret."

"Say that again. Slower."

"You really like testing my patience, don’t you?"

"Back up. Closer. I want to see if you’ll actually do it."

"Do you realize how loud you were moaning my name last night?"

"You should probably stop touching me like that... unless you plan on finishing what you started."

"We’re not doing this here." – "Why not? Scared you’ll like it?"

"I dare you. No, seriously—I dare you."

"One bed. One night. You sure you can behave?"

"You think I won’t?" – "I know you will. That’s the problem."

Enemies to Lovers, but We’re Both Hot and Unhinged

"If I kiss you, it’s not because I like you. It’s because you won’t shut up."

"Do it. Touch me like you hate me."

"You’re infuriating." – "And you’re turned on."

"Careful. You’re starting to sound jealous."

"Admit it. You like it when we fight."

"You want me. You just don’t want to want me."

"If you’re going to stare, you might as well do something about it."

"Say it. Say you want me." – "Why? You’ll just use it against me."

"Keep talking like that and I’ll kiss you right here."

"Don’t tempt me." – "What if I want to?"

Post-Tension Intimacy (A.K.A. We Finally Snapped)

"You're shaking." – "So are you."

"This doesn’t mean anything." – "Then why are you holding me like that?"

"I’ve wanted this since the moment I met you."

"You're not getting any sleep tonight, just so you know."

"You're mine now. Say it."

"God, you feel so good." – "Yeah? Then shut up and keep going."

"You can hate me in the morning. Just… let me have this tonight."

"Is this what you wanted?" – "No. I wanted more."

"Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop."

"I’m going to ruin you. And you’re going to thank me for it."

Teasing Touch, Dangerous Proximity

"You’re blushing." – "Shut up."

"That shirt’s doing you no favors. Take it off."

"If you wanted me to kiss you, you could’ve just said so."

"I like the way you say my name. Say it again."

"You’re standing really close." – "Yeah? You gonna move?"

"I can feel your heartbeat. Is that for me?"

"Your hands are shaking... here, let me help you."

"Careful. Someone might think you actually want me."

"You know exactly what you’re doing to me, don’t you?"

"We’re not supposed to do this." – "Since when has that ever stopped us?"

Voice Low, Words Barely Whispers

"Keep your voice down. Or don’t. Let them hear."

"Every time you talk, all I can think about is your mouth on mine."

"Say the word, and I’ll have you against that wall in five seconds."

"What do you think happens if I kiss you right now?"

"You smell like trouble." – "You taste like it."

"Look me in the eyes when you lie like that."

"One more step and I won’t be able to hold back."

"If you keep teasing me like that, I’m going to ruin you."

"Tell me to stop." – silence – "Didn’t think so."

"We’re alone now. You still pretending this is just tension?"

Hot-Headed, Argument-Laced, About to Snap

"Why do you always have to push my buttons?" – "Because I love watching you lose control."

"You think you’re in control here? That’s cute."

"You're not walking away from me. Not this time."

"God, you're impossible." – "You didn’t seem to mind last night."

"Say it louder. Maybe if you scream my name again, I’ll believe you."

"Keep pretending you don’t want me. I’ll keep proving you wrong."

"You're dangerous." – "Only if you ask nicely."

"Is this still an argument or are we just flirting with knives now?"

"Admit it. You love it when I get like this."

"Don’t act like you don’t want this too."

[cloudlessly-light]

I love love LOVE jealous Hotch!!! Would love to see a very smutty fic where during a night out Emily makes out with guy and Hotch goes absolutely insane

Title: Can’t look away Summary: He knows that she wasn’t his, that she was free to do whatever she wanted. But jealousy isn’t logical and if anybody should be kissing Emily Prentiss it was him. Word count: 5,2k   Rating: Explicit Warnings: Smut, oral sex, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, jealousy, consumption of alcohol, Aaron Hotchner is bad at feelings

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.

“I think this could be something good too.”

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@weeklyhotchniss here! This week I want to know: what’s a fic of yours that you consider to be a “hidden gem”? Maybe it’s an older one that’s special to you and you’d like a fresh wave of readers. Maybe it flew under the radar because of posting time. Whatever the reason, I’d love to shine a spotlight on whichever fic comes to mind. 💜

Hi there!

I don’t think this is a hidden gem really, but I will always have a special place in my heart for All the things we will be, it’s one of my first multi-chapters and it’s got a little bit of everything 💛

[cloudlessly-light]

42 personal questions ask game

how many followers do you have?

when’s the last time you went on a date

how many posts have you made?

What type of shoes do you wear?

what colour are the walls of your room

where are you right now? (not exact location. ex: at a park)

would you consider yourself good at art?

who was your first kiss?

do you still sleep with stuffed animals?

what’s your favourite piece of clothing you own?

do you live in an urban, suburban, or rural area?

what’s your favourite store to shop at? (online or irl)

if you had to choose one POSITIVE word to describe yourself, what would it be?

do you collect anything?

what’s the last thing you ate?

if you go to therapy, do you like your therapist?

what’s one thing you want to buy, but don’t have the money or resources to get?

Who’s the first person you can think of?

how old were you when you found out santa wasn’t real?

If you could revive one tv show that has been cancelled, what show would it be?

do you consider yourself a part of any alternative subculture? if so, which one(s)?

who was your childhood favourite music artist?

CDs or record players?

Do you believe in any conspiracy theories?

would you get back together with an ex if given the opportunity?

favourite kid’s show character?

is the person you call your best friend actually your best friend?

when you’re sad, do you prefer to listen to music to match your mood, or listen to happy music?

what’s the last outfit you wore?

do you have any online friends?

least favourite clothing style that is currently popular

how often do you do your laundry?

do you prefer silver or gold jewelry?

what’s your book/movie/tv guilty pleasure?

if you could change your hair however you want, how would you change it?

do you paint your nails?

what’s an uncommon/specific /obscure topic you’re interested in?

what’s the name of your first pet/what would you name your first pet if you had one?

what’s one feature you would change on tumblr?

what’s the most interesting item you own?

would you rather go on a date at a museum or a concert?

what’s one regret you have?