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sequinsmile-x · 2 days ago

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“It’s our honeymoon,” he says, gripping her thigh even tighter, his fingertips pressed against sunkissed skin that somehow looked even more gorgeous than normal. Impossibly softer and smoother because of her almost pathological insistence on sunscreen and aftersun. She’d spent days rubbing it into his skin as well as her own, diligently making sure she was covering every part of him that was exposed as she joked about the tan lines the immobiliser would leave him, “I want to have sex with my wife.”

AKA - the one where Aaron injuries his shoulder on honeymoon and Emily is distracted from the doctor's advice by her husband's beard.

A one shot in my series of unrelated kissing prompt fics

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Hi besties,

I cannot believe I made it 21 prompts into this series before I wrote a smutty one. I also cannot believe it's been 10 months since I wrote smut...no wonder I feel rusty at it.

This one is 'jaw kisses'. And the thought process essentially went 'jaw kisses = Bearded Aaron. Bearded Aaron = smut.' And here we are hahaha

Feeling oddly anxious about this one, probably because it's been so long since I last wrote smut, so please do let me know what you think <3

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Warnings: Smut, 18+

Words: 3.2k

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From the moment Aaron proposed, Emily wanted to plan the honeymoon.

She wanted to get away from everything with him. To have a rare, uninterrupted week or two with the man she loves. There was something endlessly romantic about it, a side of her that only Aaron could bring out - his smile and the way he’d look at her forever making her stomach flip like she was a teenage girl in love for the first time, not a woman in her 40s in love for the last.

Aaron lets her plan it. He doesn’t say anything - baring a quick raise of his eyebrows when he sees how much it’s cost her - and he doesn’t ask any questions, seemingly aware of how important it was to her that it was a surprise. More than once in the lead up to their wedding, a beautiful simple day that cost significantly less than the 10 day vacation they left on the following day, she wanted to tell him her plans. Wanted to show him the pictures of the private beach villa she’d booked in the Bahamas and see the delight in his eyes at the beauty of it, but she’d kept it to herself, waved off any playful attempts he made to pull the information out of her, her teeth sinking into her lower lip every time he tried to coax the information out of her during sex.

It was worth it when they got to the airport and he learnt where they were going. It was worth it again when she told him they were flying business class, and once again when he saw the villa they’d called home the last 10 nights. It was beautiful - an almost perfect start to her married life with the man who was absolutely perfect for her - and she would miss every part of it when they went home.

She smiles at Aaron, briefly taking her eyes off the road as she turns to look at him in the passenger seat, her eyes flicking to the immobiliser on his left arm.

She’d miss almost every part of the honeymoon.

When they get back to the villa, they head straight to the bedroom, both tired and achingly aware of how early they had to leave for the flight home. She smiles at him as he sits on the bed, and she opens the sliding doors that lead out to the porch and the ocean view before she joins him. She slips onto the bed next to him, sighing contentedly as her shoulder bumps against his good one. They usually slept on the opposite sides, but they’d switched as soon as they came back from the hospital, the doctor’s warning that he should refrain from strenuous activities ringing in her ears as she slumped onto the side of the bed he usually slept on.

If she couldn’t have sex with her husband, she was damn sure going to snuggle with him.

He rests his hand on her thigh as soon as she’s settled, his sigh content as he kisses her temple, “I’m going to miss that view.”

“Me too,” she nods, her eyes fixed on the moon and its reflection on the water. Her eyes drift shut as she listens to the crash of the waves on the shore, her head on his shoulder as she wraps both of her arms around his good one, “I’ll miss this.”

He takes the opportunity to look at her. To study her tanned skin, the patch of freckles on her shoulder that she’d told him she got one summer when she was a teenager and less diligent with sunscreen, and how she seemed to just glow here. How the beauty he’d always been drawn in by - even before he was hers and she was his - seemed more ethereal in their own little bubble of paradise. She was all long limbs, tanned skin and flowing dresses he’d never seen before but would buy her a thousand of if it meant he got to see her in them more often, no matter how impractical they would be in DC.

He runs his hand up and down her thigh, his palm disappearing under the olive green linen, the slit in her dress giving him access to her skin. He feels her thigh tense beneath his palm, and she turns her head to kiss his jaw, her lips catching on his beard.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish, Mr Hotchner,” she mumbles, kissing him again before she pulls back, a sparkle in her eyes that he’d always been powerless in the wake of, “We both know what the doctor said.”

“It’s our honeymoon,” he says, gripping her thigh even tighter, his fingertips pressed against sunkissed skin that somehow looked even more gorgeous than normal. Impossibly softer and smoother because of her almost pathological insistence on sunscreen and aftersun. She’d spent days rubbing it into his skin as well as her own, diligently making sure she was covering every part of him that was exposed as she joked about the tan lines the immboilser would leave him, “I want to have sex with my wife.”

She hums sympathetically at him, linking her fingers through his as she lifts his hand to her lips, stamping a kiss against his knuckles, “You’re hurt.”

He sighs, his forehead against hers as his disappointed exhale skips across her face. She’s not unaffected either. He looks good with a tan, and he’s grown out his beard on her request. He looks like he did when she returned from Paris, although a little thicker around the waist - no longer bordering on being too thin after months of neglecting his own needs in a subconscious attempt to punish himself for the choices he’d made for her. When she’d seen him as she stepped into the conference room, standing there in his casual linen clothes and his arms crossed over his chest, the sharp pull of desire in her belly had been the first thing other than fear that she’d felt for months. She’d had to shake it off, pretend she didn’t keep looking at his beard and the way it spread down past his jaw onto his neck, that she didn’t wonder how it would feel scratching against her skin. There were more important things to worry about, and by the time Ian was dead and she was thrust back into her life months after dying to save it, Aaron had shaved, and he was back in a suit - a stark but much needed reminder that he’d already slot back into his normal life and she had to try to find a way to do the same.

Since then, since their relationship moved from friendship, to partners and now to husband and wife, she’d told him more than once how much she’d liked the beard. She’d press her palm to his cheek to feel the first appearance of his stubble against her skin before he’d shave in the morning, and she’d playfully lament his desire to be neat and tidy - even though she loved that too. It meant he was hers to undo, hers to see at the end of the day when he took off his tie and rolled his sleeves up to make them dinner.

He looks the same as he did in the conference room close to two years ago, but he’s happier and healthier - except for the immobiliser holding his left arm to his chest - and he’s hers. She doesn’t have to imagine how it feels to feel his beard scratch against her skin, and she knows exactly how it feels to sink into his embrace.

She just wished more than anything that her amazing, handsome, stupid, husband hadn’t attempted surfing a few days ago and dislocated his shoulder as a result. She’d watched from the shoreline - keeping to her word that on this vacation she’d simply sunbathe, read her books, drink cocktails and have sex with her husband - as he fell from his surfboard, disappearing into a wave that had made her nervous the moment she’d seen it.

His instructor had pulled him out of the water, and she knew the moment he was close enough to the shore to stand that he’d hurt himself, his left arm held delicately against his chest with his right. He was embarrassed, and she knew that, which was why she was already preparing herself to defend him to their friends when they get home, to stop any mocking in its tracks as soon as they found out that he - their fearless leader - had attempted to surf for the first time in his life for no reason other than to try and impress his wife watching from the shore.

“We could be careful,” he says somewhere near her hairline, and she pulls back to look at him, her teeth sinking into her lower lip as she feels her resolve start to crumble, “It’s our last night here.”

She smiles, and he knows he’s won, knows that she wants him just as much as he wants her, and she kisses his jaw again before she hikes up her dress and hooks her leg his. She settles against him, her nose knocking against his as she settles in his lap, her hips bracketing his. She hooks her arms around his neck and kisses him, moaning into it when he wraps his arm around his, his palm wide and warm through the thin material of her dress.

She pulls back, her forehead resting against his. She tries to catch her breath, her hand on his cheek as she scratches his beard, the rasp of her nails against it rolling through her chest, “I don’t want to hurt you.”

He smiles at her - all dimples and charm she would have once thought he wasn’t capable of - and she knows whatever meagre attempt she was making at fighting this was already lost.

“You never could.”

He surges forward, his hand insistent on her back as he pulls her closer. She feels warmth crackle between the two of them, a summer storm she’d never get enough of as his thumb and pinky finger somehow skim both sides of her waist at the same time. She wraps both of her arms around his neck, tasting the delicious groan that escapes him as she rolls her hips against his. The kiss turns into a mashing of teeth and lips as she smiles too widely as his hand drifts down to her ass and squeezes, pushing her hips closer to his. She chuckles as she pulls back just enough to speak

“Insatiable,” she mutters, as if she’s any better, as if she isn’t reaching between them to undo his pants and help him get them and his boxes down far enough for him to spring free of them. She swallows down his moan by kissing him as she wraps her hand around him, the way he clenches his teeth and grunts out her name enough to make goose pimples spread across her skin.

“Em,” he mutters, frustration at only being able to use one of his hands, at not being able to touch her in the way he wanted to chasing the arousal around his blood, “Sweetheart.”

She shushes him, the sound comforting and soft as she kisses his cheek and then his jaw, leaving a trail down his neck until she reaches his bare skin just above the collar of his shirt. He grasps at her, his blunt nails digging into her flesh through the thin material of her dress as she pumps him up and down. He tugs at her dress, desperate to feel more of her as he pulls it up over her thighs until it’s gathered around her hips. He groans again, his forehead against her collarbone when his fingers are met by nothing but her, his fingers pressed against paler strips of soft skin that had been hidden from the sun by her bikinis.

“No underwear?” He asks, his voice rough and gravelly, and she smiles at him, her eyes darker than usual as she shakes her head.

“I didn’t want panty lines.”

It’s only a half-truth, and they both know it, but it doesn’t matter because he’s running his fingers through her, his thumb catching on her clit as she leans forward, her forehead against his good shoulder as she tenses, pleasure and desperation crackling up her spine. She lifts her head to kiss him, on edge after days of not doing this even though she’d wanted to, and she raises her hips, using the hand she still has wrapped around him to guide him into her. She gasps at the familiar stretch of him, her breath chattering against each of her ribs as it shudders out of her, and her eyes drift closed.

“Fuck,” she mutters, opening her eyes - unaware she’d closed them in the first place - to look at him, “Fuck you feel good.”

He kisses her cheek as he rolls his hips up against hers. He trails his lips down her neck, his beard rough against her skin as he gently tugs at the thin straps of her dress down just enough so he has full access to her collarbone. He stamps a kiss there before he presses his face against her skin, breathing in the sun and the sea and her.

“You’re perfect,” he says, unaware he’s even speaking, his trail of thought pressed somewhere between her collarbone and her heart - the place he called home. “So perfect.”

They get lost in each other, fall into a rhythm they’d perfected a long time ago. It’s intimate and soft and everything she’d tried to avoid in sex before him. With anyone else, she’d feel exposed even though she was still fully clothed, but with him, it’s like he actually sees her for who she is, not who he wants her to be. It’s empowering. Makes her feel loved and safe and secure in a way she’d spent a lifetime chasing, unsure she’d ever catch it up until she was standing toe to toe with it.

She gasps, every nerve ending starting to fizz as she feels herself getting closer. He looks up, sees her framed in the moonlight filtering in from outside, and he rolls his hips into hers, his hand sneaking between them as he runs his thumb over her clit.

“Come on, sweetheart,” he whispers, his cheek nuzzling against hers, well aware of what the feel of his beard against her skin did to her, “Come for me.”

It’s a combination of everything, of him and the sound of the ocean crashing against the shore and the reverence of his touch. She can feel him everwhere, can feel his love passing from his chest to hers, and she gasps silently as she tips over the edge, her mouth open against his cheek as he follows her seconds afterwards, his one good hand firm on her hip.

She pulls back to look at him, her smile beautiful and soft before she kisses him, her fingers trailing through his hair. She hums as she rests her forehead against his, “I should go to the bathroom.”

He nods and kisses her one more time before slipping out of his lap and walking the short distance to the ensuite. She snags one of his shirts from their half-packed suitcase on the way past, and she changes into it as she cleans herself up. Once she’s done in the bathroom, he’s waiting outside, his hand on her hips briefly as she passes him in the doorway, her eyes flicking to his shoulder.

“Need help?”

He shakes his head at her and kisses her forehead, “I’ll meet you in bed.”

She slips under the covers and makes a mental note to try and find out where the resort buys their sheets, determined to get them for their bed at home. It doesn’t take Aaron long to join her, and once he’s lying down, she snuggles up against him, her head on his right shoulder. She looks up at him and cups his cheek, dragging him in for a kiss.

“You’re okay, right?” She asks, “Your shoulder-”

“It's fine,” he assures her, resting his cheek against the top of her head, “You realise when we get home, you’re going to have to help me shave?”

It was one of the first things she’d thought about once she knew he was okay and they were back at their villa, her eyes fixed on his injured left shoulder and his dominant arm strapped to his chest.

“Yes,” she grumbles, “It’s like having to be responsible for the modern day burning of Alexandria.”

He laughs, loud and beautiful, and she looks up at him, her fake grumpiness gone the moment she sees his smile. He kisses her quickly, “I’ll miss this.”

“Me too,” she replies, “And not just the beard,” she looks out at the view of the beach, “I’ll miss all of it.”

“I’m looking forward to going home though.”

She tilts her head to look at him again, and something about the wistful look on his face makes her bite the inside of her cheek, sure her face would ache if she smiled any wider, “Yeah?”

He nods and looks down at her, “I’m looking forward to starting our married life together. To raising Jack. To having a baby or two with you. I’m just…looking forward to it all.”

It warms her from the inside out, and it’s like she can see it all laid out in front of her. Images of her future with him - with Jack and children whose faces she couldn’t quite picture yet - dancing across the surface of the water with the moonlight. Bright and beautiful and theirs, and all of a sudden, she doesn’t mind that their honeymoon is coming to an end because it’s just the start. A wave crashing on the shore of their life together before it’s pulled back out to mix in with the rest of it, a memory they’d always have to look back on fondly.

She likes to think they’ll come back here at some point, with Jack and a baby in tow, and create new, different memories. Her long days in the sun spent rubbing sunscreen into her children’s skin and stopping tiny hands from trying to eat handfuls of sand, instead of reading her favourite book and drinking frozen cocktails.

“I’m looking forward to it too,” she says, stamping her lips against his, “All of it.”

She settles her head on his shoulder and sighs contentedly, eager to soak up these last few minutes before she’d have to get up to close the sliding doors so they could sleep. Their flight was early, and she wanted to make sure they weren’t rushing so Aaron didn’t hurt himself any more than he already had when he inevitably tried to insist he carried their bags. A thought occurs to her and she chuckles, the sound muffled against him, and he runs his hand up and down her arm.

“What’s so funny, sweetheart?”

“Nothing,” she replies, chuckling again as she looks up at him, “I just realised how much convincing it’s going to take to make the team believe you didn’t come home from honeymoon with a sex injury.”

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cloudlessly-light · 9 months ago

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Sunshine (one-shot)

A/N: What no filth who is this? I’m honestly not sure what this is, it wasn’t supposed to be angsty and then it still became… well this. We’re playing a little fast and loose with the timeline in this one, but just go with it okay? And please enjoy!

Title: Sunshine Summary:I will not betray him, or his father. Word count: 3,9k Rating: General Warnings: Mentions of death, grieving, kinda angsty

Emily never thought she would find a family, a real family. It wasn’t what she grew up with, it wasn’t something she found as she got older. Until him. Aaron Hotchner was everything she had ever wanted, and of course she couldn’t have him.

It was a bitter pill to swallow, that the man she found so attractive was not only her boss, but he was married and had a son. So she ignores the way her stomach flutters when he touches her, pretends she doesn’t feel her heart ache at times when she thinks of him.

But life happens, Aaron ends up divorced and they grow closer, build a friendship that’s more than small talk at work. He invites her over to dinners, she goes to the park with him and Jack, the three-year-old a whirlwind of energy. She finds herself falling in love with him but she never tells him. He was still mourning the loss of his marriage. Of Haley.

She doesn’t fault him for that, can’t blame him for not feeling the same way she did. Having him as a friend wasn’t a consolation prize and being allowed to spend a weekend with Jack was something she treasured.

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine…” She sings to herself as she cuts a tomato for their salad.

“You sing good.” Jack is suddenly beside her, all smiles and wide eyes.

“Thank you Jack.” She picks him up so he can sit beside her on the counter and watches to make sure he’s steady before picking up the tomato slices and puts them in a bowl.

“Again.” He grins and she chuckles.

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine…”

Things are slowly starting to work themselves out, Aaron seemingly coming to terms with his marriage and finding some sort of balance between seeing his son and working the hours they have to. And then, barely a year later George Foyet comes crashing into their lives in a way no one expected.

As he heals from the injures Foyet had caused him, she takes care of him. It’s small gestures, groceries at his door, new bandages when she knows he’s run out, a silent support as he angrily drinks away the pain of not knowing where his son is. It’s the first time an unsub has won their personal battle against the BAU. But it’s not the last. Foyet wins again as he murders Haley, and in his pursuit of revenge he turns Aaron into a killer too.

He doesn’t regret what he did, she knows he doesn’t. But she could still see flashes of something close to guilt sometimes. Aaron wasn’t his father, he didn’t want to turn to violence, and she reminds him that’s not what happened when she needs to, the words whispered in the quietness of his apartment as Jack sleeps down the hall.

When she watches Aaron at the funeral she wants nothing more than to hold him, show him the support she knows he needs but won’t ask for. Instead she holds Jack’s hand when his father needs a moment alone.

“Emmy, is mommy cold in there?” He asks as he watched the hole in the ground with the coffin of his dead mother and Emily wants to cry. She doesn’t, instead she kneels next to him, not caring that her heels dig into the dirt as she did.

“No, she’s not.” She sees the way Jack tries to understand what is happening, how he tries to wrap his mind around something he’s far too young to comprehend.

“Is she gone forever?” His bottom lip trembles with the question and she knew that if Foyet wasn’t already dead, that she would have killed him herself for making him feel this way.

“Honey, you might not be able to see her, but she’s not gone. Because we remember her, we love her.” She holds his small hands in hers and when he squeezes them tightly she squeezes back.

“Daddy too?” He asks just as Aaron starts to make his way back to them, his dark eyes shining with tears he doesn’t want to let fall in front of his son.

“Yeah, dad too.” She gives Aaron a soft smile as Jack hugs her close, his head buried against her neck.

“Thank you.” Aaron mumbles quietly as he watches his son grieve for the first time.

They’re called away that same night, and everything in her tells her that she should stay. They weren’t ready, any of them. And she didn’t want to leave Aaron alone. When he calls her later that night she isn’t expecting it. He didn’t ask for help, it was one if his biggest flaws.

“I’m sorry to call, can you talk?” His voice is strained, exhaustion and hurt in every word.

“Of course.” She sits down on the bed in her tiny hotel room and hears sniffling on the other end, Jack’s cries getting louder as Aaron walks towards his bedroom.

“He asked for the song, I didn’t know what else to do, neither Jessica nor I can get him to sleep.”

“It’s okay Hotch, hold the phone to his ear.” She blinks away tears, it had been a rough day, she couldn’t even imagine how a four-year-old would feel.

“Emmy?” She hears his voice, small and shaky, fragile in a way she hopes to never hear again.

“Hi sweetheart.” She can hear the emotion in her own voice, but forces it away. “You want your song?”

“Mhmm.”

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are grey…” She sings it softly, over and over again until finally Aaron is talking, his voice just above a whisper.

“He’s sleeping. Thank you Emily. Thank you for everything.”

When they hang up she finds herself wondering how life could be so cruel.

The first time they kiss, everything about it is wrong. He’s still mourning, he’s drunk on scotch and heartache and she’s there, as the unwavering pillar of strength he’s gotten used to.

“I’m sorry.” He mumbles when she pushes him away with furrowed eyebrows and wide eyes. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

“You shouldn’t have.” She agrees, but she’s not angry at him, how could she be when she knew that all he wanted was a moment to forget. But that didn’t mean that she didn’t feel her entire body recoil with the feeling of him using her as a way to escape. “Don’t do that again please.”

The silence is tense between them as he stares at her, his eyes slightly hazy from the multiple drinks he’s had.

“What if I want to?” He finally asks and she feels her heart rate increase as she swallows harshly. This is what she had wanted for years, had wanted him to show any interest in her and now it was all wrong.

“You’re drunk.” She chuckles dryly, the sound sarcastic as it falls from her lips and she tries to stand from the couch but his hand on hers stops her, warm and secure in his touch.

“I wanted to kiss you before everything.” He admits and for a second her world seems to stop and she can’t do anything but stare at him. Seconds ticked by, feeling like an eternity until she sighed heavily.

“You’re not ready.” She tells him, the words hurting as she does stand this time. “It’s not our time.”

She leaves with a sinking feeling in her gut, not knowing if she made the right choice or not.

The next day he’s at her doorstep, early in the morning and dark eyes intense as he looks at her but not walking through the door to her apartment.

“It’s not up to you to tell me when I’m ready to move on.” He tells her. “Now if you don’t feel the way I do, that’s one thing. But you don’t get to decide when I’m ready to move on.”

She can’t seem to form words, her brain barely comprehending what he was saying. He must take her silence as rejection because he turns and starts to walk down the corridor, gets almost halfway to the staircase before she brings herself to speak.

“I do.” Her words make him stop to look at her and when she speaks again he starts to walk back towards her. “I do feel the way you do, I just never thought you would feel the same.” By the time she’s finishes he’s standing in front of her, his warm hand gently holding the back of her neck.

“Well I do.” He kisses her and this time it’s different, even if it’s only hours apart. His lips are soft but determined against hers, his hands careful as he pulls her against him and she finds herself wrapping her arms around his shoulders.

It’s the start of them, the start of the family she never thought she’d have.

For a while, things seem to be falling into place, they find happiness and love together, and she slowly starts to feel like she’s home. She reads bedtime stories to Jack at night and helps him with homework after school. It’s domestic in a way she never thought she’d have. And she’s never been more content.

“Emily!” Jack lunges himself at her, had run towards her the moment he saw her as he walked out of school.

“Hi sweetheart.” She kisses the top of his sandy blonde head opens the car door for him. “Did you have a good day today?”

“Yes!” He’s almost six now, curious about life as he rambles about everything he’s learned that day.

She listens intently, happy that she could pick him up when Aaron had to stay late at the office.

“Oh, and guess what!” His voice rises slightly in excitement as he digs through his backpack to pull out a paper. “I got a star because I got all my answers right in math!”

“That’s great sweetie, I’m so proud of you!” She smiles at him in the review mirror and she sees the thrilled look on his face.

It’s the quiet kind of life she had dreamt of as a child and for the first time in a long time she feels safe.

But of course, life doesn’t always turn out the way you want and her past comes chasing after her.

Ian Doyle is the second unsub that wins his fight against the BAU and when she’s sent away on a plane she knows that she’s broken in a way that might never heal. JJ sits beside her, holding her hand but doesn’t say anything. She doesn’t need to, because there are no words that would make things better.

“I don’t know what he told Jack.” She whispers suddenly, dark eyes shining with tears as they meet clear blue ones. “He’s lost so much already and now I’m putting him through this.”

“Emily, you didn’t do anything. If you want to blame someone, blame Doyle.” Her hand squeezes hers and Emily grips it tightly in return.

“I just wish I could have said goodbye.”

It’s something she thinks about often, the fact that she never said goodbye to the boy she loves as her own. She wonders what Aaron told him, how Jack was doing, if her family was okay. It’s six months spent being half a person, every inch of her longing for DC, for them.

And then she gets the call.

She’s coming back and after watching Doyle die as she holds Declan in her arms she knows that the nightmare is over. The second she’s alone with Aaron she throws herself in his arms and he’s holding her just as tightly.

“I missed you.” She whispers against his neck and his grip gets impossibly tighter.

“I missed you too.” He kisses her temple and breathes her in. “I missed you so much sweetheart.”

When they finally break apart he notices the lingering tear on her cheek and he carefully wipes it away with his thumb.

“It’s over.” He says like he doesn’t quite believe it, and to be fair she doesn’t either.

He tells her about Jack, tells her that for weeks Jack had asked about her, had wondered when she was coming home, had complained about his toast because they weren’t as good as hers. She laughs at that, somehow the relief of knowing that Aaron hadn’t told him she died so intense she was close to crying again.

“I couldn’t do that to him.” He explains quietly as they sit in the house they had bought together just months before Doyle showed up. “I couldn’t tell him you were dead, so I said you had gone away for work, but that you loved him and missed him.”

“I’m so sorry.” She sighs, fingers brushing hair away from her face in frustration. “I’m so sorry for everything.”

“Do not apologize for a choice I made. If anything I’m sorry, I’m sorry for putting you through this.”

In the silence of their home they somehow found peace, together.

They find their way back, after everything one thing was clear, they wanted to be together through everything. But spending months apart, spending six months alone, had changed her. He noticed before she did, that she wasn’t happy, wasn’t content in the way she used to be. But she tries to ignore it, because she was home, with them.

“Emily?” Jack asks from the doorway to their bedroom, it’s late, too late for the eight-year-old to be up on a school night.

“Jack, what’s wrong?” She puts the book down that she was reading as she waited for Aaron to come home from work. When he doesn’t say anything, simply kicks his foot softly against the floor she sits up and leans back against the headboard. “Jack?” She says softly.

“I had a dream.” He mumbles quietly, so quietly that she almost didn’t hear him. But it’s words she’s heard before, words she’s heard every so often for four years now. But he hasn’t had them in a long time now.

“A nightmare?” She lifts the covers as he nods, not really meeting her eye and she hates that he’s ashamed of having nightmares of the day when his mother died, like he’s ashamed of having them. “Come here.”

He walks quickly towards her, buries his face in her neck just as he did when he was younger and she gently scratches her fingers through his hair.

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine…” She sings softly as she gently strokes his back. It had been years but it still had the same effect on him, slowly calming him and giving him comfort. Eventually, she feels him relax against her, his breathing soon evening out and once she’s sure that he’s asleep, she cries for everything they had lost.

A year goes by and things doesn’t get better, Emily a shell of her former self. And it’s not working anymore. Their relationship had gotten strained, she was shutting herself off from him and in return he felt at a loss. They couldn’t ignore it anymore, knew they were fighting a losing battle.

When she gets the call from Easter it’s like something falls into place. Aaron knows she’s going to accept the offer before she says the words herself, knew from the moment she told him.

“You should go.” He tells her, even as his entire body hurts from admitting that. “You’re unhappy here.”

“I-I don’t want to go, I want to be with you, with Jack.” She’s angry, furious at him for wanting her to go, for even suggesting it.

“You want to take it.” He says calmly but his voice is thick with emotion. “I love you Em, I love you more than I ever thought I could love someone, but this isn’t working and you know it.”

“Aaron-” She blinks away tears, tears of anger and sadness and regret. Because he was right and she hated that Ian Doyle still had power in her life even from death. “What about Jack? What about us? Come with me. Please come with me.”

“You know I can’t sweetheart. It wouldn’t change anything” He feels his own eyes tear and he sighs. “We’ll explain it to Jack together, he’ll understand.”

“No he won’t, you know he won’t.” The door opens right as she’s about to break down and Jack walks into the kitchen with his soccer under one arm.

The young boy takes one look at them and stops in his tracks. Even as Emily forces away the tears and Aaron tries to keep the sadness off his face, it’s like he knows. He had heard them fighting, had noticed the changes between them. He’s more receptive than most children, had already learned from his father how to read people, had been through too much not to be observant of his surroundings.

Jack’s dark eyes find Emily’s.

“You’re leaving, aren’t you?”

The silence tells him everything.

Almost four years go by and in those years she finds herself again, betters herself. She speaks to Jack every week, speaks to Aaron regularly as well. And even though it hurts knowing that they could have had a life together, it hurts less as time goes on.

“Hi Em!” Jack greets her with a toothy grin as she calls on skype, still at the office but refusing to miss their weekly call.

“Hi Jack, how are you?” She smiles back at him.

“I’m good. I miss you.”

“I miss you too honey.” She promises him, because she does. She misses him with every fiber of her being. But she doesn’t want to make him think about it too much, so she quickly speaks again. “How did your game go?”

“I scored three goals.” The look on his face lets her know just how proud he is of himself. “And after Beth bought me pizza to celebrate.”

She feels the blow to her stomach that she always associated with Aaron’s new girlfriend but forced the feeling away. Because they never really fell out of love, she was pretty sure she would always love him. She didn’t blame Aaron for trying to move on, because she wanted him happy even if it wasn’t with her. But the times when they saw each other when she traveled to DC it was clear, the love they shared would never really disappear.

“That’s great, sweetie.” She gets out and as Jack continues to talk about school and life and soccer she listened with fondness.

Sometimes she couldn’t believe just how big he was getting.

When she gets the call that Aaron and Jack have gone into victim’s protection she’s on the verge of panic for weeks. They had been through so much already; Jack had been through too much. She moves back to the states without a second thought, because she knew she would not rest until Peter Lewis was behind bars.

He’s the third unsub that wins against the team, the loss of Aaron something so close to breaking them all. She realizes that this is what he felt like all those years ago when Haley and Jack were gone, the not knowing, the worrying, the longing, it was close to unbearable.

And then Scratch tricks them, again.

When she wakes up after the car accident she immediately knows that something is wrong. She’s in pain, she’s in a warehouse and she is alone. The torture is unbearable, as she lays there with screws and metal in her legs, thinking that not only her career was over, but she also wouldn’t see Aaron again. Then Lewis gives her an out, offers her pain relief and for a moment she thinks that she would give in to him, the pain getting to be too much, but the second she finds out what he’s after she knows that she would rather die than give him what he wants.

“I love Jack; I’ve watched Jack grow up. I will not betray him or his father, so it doesn’t matter what you do to me. I will not break.”

And she doesn’t. When she thinks that she is dying she’s at peace, knowing that Jack and Aaron are safe.

But Peter Lewis doesn’t get to win for a second time and as she watches his dead body on the ground she feels nothing but relief.

It’s only a few days later that there’s a knock at her door and even though she hasn’t heard that knock in years she knows who’s on the other side of it. And for a second she can’t breathe. When she opens it he’s standing there, as handsome as ever, older, somehow softer and she realizes that being away has done him good.

“Aaron-”

“I heard what you did, what you went through.” He lets his eyes travel over her face, bruised and swollen but still the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen.

“I would have done it again.” She can feel her heart beating in her chest, can barely believe he’s standing in front of her. “There wasn’t a doubt in my mind.”

“I know.”

For a few moments they just look at each other, a silent understanding between them.

“Are you back?” She finally asks and when the corner of his mouth tugs into the smile she had always loved she felt like something was falling into place. A missing piece of her finally making her feel whole.

“I am.” He takes a tentative step towards her and that’s when she realizes that they’re still standing in the doorway. She lets him in, closes the door behind him and when she turns he’s closer, so close she can smell his cologne. It’s the same as it always had been and she breathes in the familiar scent. When he carefully rubs his thumb against her bruised cheek she sucks in a shaky breath as she leans into it.

“I’m not dreaming right?” She asks, her voice barely above a whisper as he closes the final distance between them.

“No, sweetheart.” He brushes some hair away from her face. “I’ve missed you so much.”

“I missed you too.” She lets one hand rest against his chest, feels his heartbeat against her palm, beating fast and hard in his chest. “Are you staying?”

“If you’ll have me.” He whispers and tears she hadn’t noticed before shine in his eyes as he looks down at her.

She had never been more sure of anything.

“Yes.”

Jack is almost as tall as her now, a teenager that’s had to grow up much faster than he should have. The moment he sees her he’s running, tall limbs and his sandy blonde hair a little darker than it used to be. He’s looking more like Aaron now, dark eyes and a heavy frown.

She doesn’t realize how hard she’s hugging him, doesn’t realize that the wetness on her face is from tears of relief. Then she hears it, a soft, gentle hum against her ear as she holds him close, Aaron watching from a few feet away.

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are grey.” Jack mumbles, his voice darker than she remembered.

“You’re home.” She cradles his face in a way she knows he would have found embarrassing if it were under any other circumstance.

“So are you.” He smiles and she chokes out a laugh.

Emily never thought she would find a family, a real family. Until them.

#hotchniss #hotchniss fanfiction #aaron hotchner x emily prentiss #hotch x emily #criminal minds fanfiction #aaron hotchner x emily prentiss fanfiction

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duchessas · 2 years ago

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exposure - chapter 2/4 - duchessas

Chapters: 2/4 Fandom: Criminal Minds Rating: mature Warnings: no archive warnings apply relationships: Aaron Hotchner/Emily Prentiss Characters: Aaron Hotchner, Emily Prentiss, Elizabeth Prentiss, Jason Gideon, Spencer Reid, Jennifer “JJ” Jareau, Derek Morgan, David Rossi, Penelope Garcia, Haley Hotchner, Jack Hotchner Additional Tags: Young Aaron Hotchner/Emily Prentiss, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Smut, young Emily being an absolute diva

Some love stories are beautiful. Some are cautionary tales. For a few people, they are both. A young Hotchniss AU that spans from the summer of 1990 to Season 4.

Chapter 2 now up. Let’s not talk about how I was 13k through editing/formatting on ao3 when I accidentally closed the tab so that I had to start again from scratch. Enjoy! x

#hotchniss #hotchniss fanfiction #aaron hotchner x emily prentiss #aaron hotchner x Emily Prentiss fanfiction #exposure #Ellie writes #this might be the filthiest thing I’ve ever written and I may need to change the rating to an e but we roll x

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benevolentbones · 9 months ago

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beach day | spencer reid x fem!reader

part 2

warnings: swearing, massage? flustered spencer

word count: 1.2k

summary: you and penelope decide to take the team to the beach :)

a/n: thank you sm to everyone who follows me and supports my silly little fanfics!! getting to everyone’s requests soon!! comment if you’d like to be added to my taglist <3

“you want to what?” hotch asked, his dark brows furrowing.

“we should have a beach day! it would be so much fun- you can bring jack.” penelope mused excitedly, her arm wrapped around your shoulders as you both tried to get more people on board.

it was initially your idea, to invite a few members of the team to go to the beach as the summer heat was eating you alive, it was penelope’s idea to invite everyone. and y’know the more the merrier.

“so will you come?” you asked, a sparkle glinting in your eyes.

“i don’t swim, so i wouldn’t be able to mind jack in the water.” he mumbled, reshuffling the case files on his desk, thinking of his five year old son.

“that’s okay- y/n is a trained life guard, she can look after him in the water.” penelope seemed to have an answer for every one of hotch’s excuses.

he then realised that the two of you weren’t taking no for an answer. he let out a small sigh before meeting your eyes.

“you promise you’ll watch him?” he asked, like you haven’t been babysitting jack for two years at this stage.

“pinky.” you smiled, extending your pinky finger for hotch, who reluctantly locked his finger with yours. he knew how serious you took pinky promises.

“alright then.”

garcia let out an excited yelp, dragging you out of hotch’s office and on to convince the last few members of the team.

so far you had got jj, emily and hotch.

“three down two to go.” you grinned at penelope, her blonde hair bouncing as she dragged you towards spencer’s desk.

derek was standing against reid’s desk, his hands gripping the edge of the table as they were both deep in conversation.

you had thought to wait until they were finished talking before you interrupted them, but penelope had other ideas. she came to a halt, her arm locked with yours.

“how do you fellas say about a beach day this weekend?” she asked, a cheshire like grin on her maroon stained lips.

derek’s attention shifted from the younger male to the two women who stood before them.

“a beach day? a chance to see you ladies splashing about? count me in.” morgan grinned, before turning his attention back to spencer.

“what do you say, pretty boy?”

spencer’s face turned sour, it was needless to say he didn’t really enjoy the beach. he hated hot weather, the texture of suncream and then the dreaded sand.

“um…” he began “i think i’m okay, thank you for the invite though.”

“oh c’mon reid, everyone else is going!” penelope beamed, determined to have everyone go.

“i don’t know- i don’t really like the beach guys…” he trailed off.

“you get to see y/n in a swimsuit.” derek added.

you furrowed your brows slapping morgan’s arm in a playful manner.

“i mean you will!” he laughed, shielding himself from your attack with a case file.

“fine, i’ll go- but not for that reason.” a blush exploded onto spencer’s pale features.

“yes! i’m going to start planning!” penelope couldn’t contain her excitement as she whisked your flustered self away.

“oh it’s totally for that reason.” derek bumped his elbow into spencer’s ribs lightly.

“s-shut up man.”

saturday rolled around and the team were on their way to the beach, it was a bit of a road trip to the nearest beach but you weren’t complaining. the sun was out, the heat causing wisps of your hair to stick to your neck. you couldn’t wait to get into the water.

once everyone arrived, penelope scanned the beach for the perfect spot and then began ushering everyone over, making morgan and hotch carry the umbrellas and coolers from the van you took.

you followed in suit, holding onto jack’s small hand to guide him over while his dad did all the heavy lifting. once you had reached the perfect spot you began to lay your towel down as derek positioned the beach umbrella.

everyone began laying out their respective towels and beach chairs, spencer plopping his chair under the umbrella beside you. you gave him a sweet smile before you dug through your bag for the suncream.

“alright mister, suncream time and then uncle derek will make sandcastles with you okay?” you announced, getting jack to sit in front of you.

“hey i didn’t sign up for that-“ morgan began earning a glare from both you and hotch who was mounting a wind barrier to his left.

“-yeah i mean, yay sandcastles!”

once you applied the suncream to jack, he ran off to derek, dragging the man down the beach, bucket and shovel in his tiny grasp. you turned to spencer who was already halfway through a book he had brought for some ‘light reading.’

he was wearing a pair of dark purple board shorts, paired with a white short sleeve shirt that was loosely buttoned up, and damn did he look good.

“your turn spence.” you smiled, taking the book from his grasp.

“i- yeah i already put some on before hand.” he muttered, attempting to take the book back from you.

you rolled your eyes playfully. “well i’ll top you up later- would you do me?”

“do you?” spencer’s voice cracked slightly, a small blush beginning to spread to his cheeks. his mind threatening to wander.

“mhm would you put suncream on my back, i can’t reach.”

“oh right- yeah come here.” he adjusted his seated position.

you stood up, dusting any sand that clung to your skin. you quickly slipped off your white sundress that you used as your beach coverup, revealing a black two piece.

spencer gulped nervously, as you passed him the bottle of suncream. his eyes traced your form, the two piece accentuating your already, in his opinion, attractive figure.

he didn’t really comprehend why he was so nervous, he had seen peoples bodies before, other women at the beach and such. but he had never seen this much of you.

he began applying the lotion, ignoring the heat rising through his body. this felt like a fever dream to him.

honestly you could’ve asked one of the girls to help apply the suncream, as they were already helping out each other, but truthfully you craved spencer’s touch.

his lightly calloused hands massaged your form, trembling down to the small of your back which made your face heat up.

spencer’s hands brushed up your waist, causing your breath to hitch in your throat, his touch soft as he worked in the suncream.

you never wanted this to end, his hands moving up to your shoulders nearing the nape of your neck, and then..

“a- all done.” he stuttered out, handing you back the bottle. you took it back, your fingers brushing against his as you passed his book back to him.

“thanks spence.” you flushed, quickly putting it back in the beach bag to avoid his intense gaze.

“up for a swim garcia?” you turned to the woman to your left, her blonde hair in two braids and her body adorned with the cutest pink frilly two piece.

she shot you a grin before grabbing onto your arm and dragging you off to the water.

“yeah i bet you needed to cool off after all of that, damn girl.” she whispered causing you to become even more flustered.

“oh you’re down bad.” emily laughed at spencer as soon as you were out of earshot.

“as if i didn’t already know that.” spencer sighed, slumping back into his chair.

he was in for a long day…

taglist: @0108s22m

#criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid #aaron hotchner #derek morgan #emily prentiss #jenifer jareau #elle greenaway #jason gideon #criminal minds fluff #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid fanfiction

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sweatervest-obsessed · 7 months ago

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Y/n: see how Garcia brought the shots back to the table?

Prentiss: very thoughtful.

JJ: very demure.

Morgan: what the fuck—

*hotch arrives*

Garcia: see how Hotch was late?

Prentiss: not very mindful.

Reid: not demure.

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reidsworld · 7 months ago

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Unveiled Secrets

Summary: The BAU team has a sneaking suspicion that their stoic leader, Aaron Hotchner, is in a relationship, but they don't know the extent of it.

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x fem!Reader

Category: Fluff

Content Warnings: Jack and Haley do not exist in this, kissing, cuddling, allusions to sex, light teasing, use of Y/N, pet names (my love, baby), that’s it I think, lmk if I missed any! Oh and pure fluff!

Word Count: 1.8k

Mars speaks… hi my loves, I was motivated to write so I am using this to figure out my writing style a bit and how I want to format my works! I’ve been going through a bit of a Hotch phase lately so I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it!

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The BAU office was slowly quieting down as the day turned to dusk, the last rays of sunlight casting long shadows across the desks. Aaron Hotchner, head of the Behavioral Analysis Unit, stood in his office, the soft light of his desk lamp highlighting the stress lines that had deepened over the years. He checked his watch—almost time to go home. A rare, soft smile touched his lips, a sight reserved for only one person.

He closed the case file on his desk, slipping it neatly into his briefcase before reaching for his jacket. His phone buzzed just as he picked it up, and he glanced at the screen to see a text from you, Can’t wait to see you. Should I pick up dinner?

That smile of his deepened as he quickly typed a reply, I’ll pick it up on my way home. See you soon, my love.

He hadn’t planned on keeping his relationship with you a secret, nor did he have any grand strategy for revealing it. He assumed that given time, his team would figure it out on their own. After all, they were profilers—eventually, they would notice the subtle shifts in his behaviour, the unexplained absences, the slightly more relaxed demeanour after particularly stressful cases. He hadn’t intended to hide it forever, just until they pieced it together.

As he opened the door to his office, however, he nearly collided with Spencer Reid, who was walking by, engrossed in a file. Reid looked up, startled, his eyes wide with surprise.

"Sorry, Hotch! I didn’t see you there."

"It’s alright, Reid," Hotch replied, a calmness in his voice that belied the momentary flicker of surprise in his eyes. He wasn’t often caught off-guard, especially not in the safety of his own office.

Reid, however, had a habit of noticing things others missed. His eyes flickered to the phone still in Hotch’s hand, the screen just dimming from inactivity. Before Hotch could slip it into his pocket, Reid’s sharp eyes caught your name on the screen. His brow furrowed in confusion as he processed the information.

“Y/N, as in the academy’s Y/N?” Reid asked, the question out of his mouth before he could stop himself.

Hotch froze for a fraction of a second, but it was enough for Reid’s sharp mind to pick up on the anomaly. Reid’s brain worked at lightning speed, connecting dots that others might have missed. He knew Hotch was fiercely private, but this reaction was new.

“Goodnight Reid” Aaron replied, quickly, shutting down any further questioning that may have come from the young genius.

Reid blinked, taken aback, but his curiosity was now piqued. However, years of working with Hotch had taught him when to push and when to back off. “Have a good evening, Hotch.”

As Reid walked away, Hotch let out a slow breath. This wasn’t how he wanted the team to find out, though he couldn’t say he was surprised. He had always assumed it would be Reid who would notice first; the young profiler missed nothing. Still, he had hoped for a bit more time. But the cat was out of the bag now, and he knew it wouldn’t be long before the rest of the team found out.

The next morning, the BAU office was abuzz with more than the usual activity. Reid’s brief encounter with Hotch had set off a flurry of curiosity and speculation among the team. They were profilers, after all, and even the smallest clues could ignite their imaginations.

“I’m telling you, something’s definitely going on with Hotch,” Reid said as the team gathered in the bullpen before their morning briefing. He couldn't shake the image of your name on Hotch's phone from his mind.

JJ, trying to keep things under control, said, “Come on, guys, it could just be a friend. It doesn’t have to mean anything.”

Morgan leaned back in his chair, a knowing grin on his face. “Reid’s onto something. Hotch has been acting a bit differently lately. He’s not staying late like he used to.”

“And he’s been smiling more often,” Garcia added, her excitement barely contained. “The man’s practically glowing sometimes.”

Rossi, with a teasing tone, suggested, “Maybe he’s just getting better sleep. But I have to admit, there’s definitely something different.”

Garcia’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “Don’t you want to know? If Hotch is seeing someone, that’s huge!”

Rossi shrugged, still smirking. “Of course, I’m curious. But let’s give him some space. If he wants us to know, he’ll tell us. And if we’re lucky, we might even get to meet her.”

Prentiss grinned, "Do you think it’s serious? Like, she’s ‘the one’?”

“I think,” Rossi said thoughtfully, “if Aaron is keeping this under wraps, it’s because it’s important to him. He wouldn’t be so secretive if it wasn’t serious.”

Just then, Hotch entered the bullpen, and the conversation quickly shifted to a quieter, more focused buzz. The team members turned to their desks, but the air was charged with unspoken questions and speculative glances. Hotch, sensing the change in atmosphere, gave a brief nod before heading to his office.

As the day dragged on with paperwork and case briefings, the undercurrent of curiosity remained. The team exchanged looks, clearly eager to discuss Hotch’s secret, but they were careful to avoid bringing it up directly. The excitement about Hotch’s personal life was palpable, and everyone was waiting for the right moment to address the topic.

Later that evening, Aaron finally headed home after a long day. As he walked through the front door, he found you curled up on the couch, a blanket draped over your legs, and a glass of wine in your hand. You looked up from the book you were reading, a smile spreading across your face when you saw him.

“Hi, baby, how was your day?” you asked, setting the book aside as he walked over to you.

“Tiring,” he admitted, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. “And eventful. Reid saw a text from you last night.”

Your eyes widened in surprise. “Oh no. What did he say?”

“He asked if it was from you,” Aaron said, sitting down beside you. “I shut him down, but I think I gave myself away. The team’s been acting strange all day.”

You chuckled, leaning your head on his shoulder. “So, they’re onto us?”

He nodded, slipping an arm around you and pulling you closer. “It was bound to happen eventually. I just didn’t expect it to be now.”

“I’m surprised they didn’t figure it out sooner,” you said, your fingers tracing patterns on his chest. “They are profilers, after all.”

He smiled down at you, his expression softening. “I never planned on keeping it a secret forever. I just figured they’d figure it out on their own time.”

“So, what’s the plan?” you asked with a playful grin.

He sighed, his thumb rubbing gentle circles on your shoulder. “I suppose it’s time to tell them. They’re already curious, and I’d rather they hear it from me than through rumours.”

“You know they’ll be happy for you,” you said, squeezing his hand. “For us.”

“I know,” he agreed. “But there’s a part of me that’s nervous. I’ve always kept my personal life separate from work, but with you… it’s different.”

You leaned up and kissed him softly, the warmth of the moment lingering between you. “We’ll do it together, then. When you’re ready.”

Aaron’s gaze softened, but a playful glint sparkled in his eyes as he pulled you closer. “Right now, I want to do anything but think about the team,” his voice dropped to a low murmur.

You felt the heat of his words and smiled, leaning in closer. “Sounds perfect,” you whispered, as he nuzzled against you, his lips brushing yours with a grin.

A few days later, Rossi had decided to host a dinner party for the team. The team was eager to catch up and enjoy the evening. Aaron knew it was the perfect opportunity to introduce you to the team as his girlfriend.

As the doorbell rang, Rossi answered the door to find Hotch standing beside you. As you both entered the living room, the atmosphere in the room shifted instantly as Hotch introduced you with a genuine smile.

“I’d like you to meet Y/N, my girlfriend,” Hotch said, his voice steady but warm.

The room fell into a stunned silence before erupting into excitement. Garcia’s face lit up with recognition and delight. “Oh my God! It’s Y/N! I knew it was someone! This is incredible!”

Morgan’s grin widened as he approached. “So, this is the elusive woman behind Hotch’s new smile! You’ve been keeping us in the dark for too long, Hotch.”

JJ smiled warmly as she extended her hand. “It’s wonderful to finally meet you, Y/N, we’re really happy for both of you.”

Reid, ever the profiler, couldn’t resist asking, “How long have you two been together?”

Hotch laughed softly, putting an arm around you and smiling fondly. “Almost five months now. Y/N works as the unit chief for the BSU in the academy. I met her when she invited me to guest lecture.”

Garcia’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “I knew it! You two have that perfect power couple vibe. We have to plan another get-together so we can hang out more!”

Rossi, enjoying the moment, gave Hotch a friendly pat on the back. “Well, I guess this means you won’t be around for poker nights as often.”

Hotch chuckled. “I’ll still make time for poker nights, don’t worry.”

As the evening continued, the team enjoyed getting to know you better. The atmosphere was filled with laughter, light-hearted teasing, and genuine happiness for Hotch and you.

“So, when do we get to do this again?” Garcia asked eagerly.

Hotch smiled, feeling content. “Soon. We’ve been talking about having you all over for dinner. Now seems like the perfect time.”

As the team chatted and enjoyed the evening, Aaron felt a weight lift off his shoulders. Introducing you to his team had been a significant step, but their warmth and support made it all worthwhile. The thought of merging his work family with his personal life filled him with quiet joy.

As the party wound down and the team began to leave, Morgan gave Hotch a sly grin. “You know, Hotch, we’re happy for you, but don’t think we won’t give you a hard time about keeping this a secret for so long.”

Hotch chuckled, appreciating the camaraderie. “I wouldn’t expect anything less.”

With that, the team said their goodbyes and headed home, their spirits high. Hotch followed them, feeling grateful for the support of his team and looking forward to the future with you.

Mars speaks... (again) Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed it! Also, would anyone be interested if I wrote for other fandoms such as F1 and Marvel? Any feedback is greatly appreciated🫶

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reidmarieprentiss · 7 months ago

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masterlist ♡

my requests are open! i'm comfortable writing for any sexuality, gender, and/or specified reader preference! my basic model is a fem!reader x male!character because that is how i myself identify and who i am attracted to -- so if you want something else just lmk!! <33

click here for my taglist :) and here for the continued masterlist !

꩜ -- angst ♡ -- fluff ꕥ -- smut

Spencer Reid

Series

★ Bridges to Belonging ꩜ ♡ ꕥ— Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six (18+) Part Seven (18+)

★ Finding Home Again ꩜ ♡ ꕥ— Part One Part Two (18+)

-- -- -- Extras -- Jeans ♡ ꕥ Migraines ꩜ ♡ Bar ♡ Stood Up ꩜

★ i love you ꩜ ♡ ꕥ— Part One Part Two

★ Short Shorts & Long Hair ꩜ ♡— Part One Part Two

★ Too Sweet ꩜ ♡ ꕥ — Part One Part Two Part Three

★ Make You Feel My Love ꩜ — Part One Part Two Part Three

★ Something Better ꩜ — Part One Part Two

★ Breaking Point ꩜ ♡ — Part One Part Two

★ Too Damn Young ꩜ ♡ ꕥ — Part One Part Two

★ Red ꩜ ♡ ꕥ — Part One Part Two

★ Lost in Translation ꩜ ♡ ꕥ — Prologue Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four

One Shots

Whispers in the Dark ꩜ ♡ ꕥ

Set 'Em Up, and Knock 'Em Down ꩜ ꕥ

Needy ♡ ꕥ

Capturing the Queen ♡ ꕥ

Sweet & Sour Motivation ꩜ ♡ ꕥ

Moving Forward ꩜ ♡

Love in the Club ♡ ꕥ

Lost & Found ꩜ ♡

Strawberry Lemonade ♡

Not Her ꩜ ♡

Ghost of You ꩜ ♡ ꕥ

Textual Tension ♡ ꕥ

Hookups & Holdouts ꩜ ♡

Better Late Than Never ♡

Illicit Affairs ꩜ ♡

No More Misunderstandings ♡

Forever & Always ꩜ ♡ ꕥ

Depollute Me ♡

Say Don't Go ꩜ ♡

Oops: Wrong Person ♡ ꕥ

Don't Get In Your Own Way ♡ ꕥ

Blurbs

Silent Echos ꩜

Second Chances and Serendipity ♡

Ink Impressions ♡

Love in the Details ♡

The Hardest Goodbye ꩜

Ride 'Em Cowgirl ♡

Home in Jeans ♡ ꕥ

Car Wash ♡

They Were Never You ꩜ ♡

Rewritten Plans ꩜ ♡

Dare Ya ♡

Cream Cardigan ♡

Picture You ♡

Tummy ꩜ ♡

Home with Migraines ꩜ ♡

Matchmaker ♡

Always You ꩜ ♡

Home From The Bar ♡

Bedroom Eyes ♡

Federal Beach Investigation ♡

Stood Up & Home ꩜

Good Boy ꕥ

The Profile of Attraction ♡

A Reid Christmas ♡

Call Me Dad ♡

Talk to Me ꩜

Quickie? ♡

First Time For Everything ♡

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pathologicalreid · 1 year ago

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nicknames | S.R.

in which you meet the team for the first time, and receive your first nickname

who? spencer reid x fem!BAU!reader

category: fluff

content warnings: reader is referred to as a girl. i have this headcanon where when reid's IQ gets slashed to 60, he'd get so distracted that he'd run on autopilot, hence the willingness to handshake.

word count: 591

a/n: happy finals szn! this fic has been rotting in my brain for weeks and i finally decided to flesh it out. and maybe you should like and reblog this if you enjoy it (no pressure tho)

You were still filtering through your entry paperwork when the rest of the team filtered into the bullpen. David Rossi, who had helped you land this job in the first place, nodded in your direction before disappearing into his office. “Hey!” Someone called from across the bullpen, “Y/N, right?” Emily asked, setting her go bag in the chair at her desk before making her way over to your desk.

Smiling in response, “It’s nice to finally meet you,” you responded, reaching your hand out for her to shake. It was nice to be in the BAU, complete with a promotion from Special Agent to Supervisory Special Agent.

JJ walked over next, waving, and introducing herself as the communications liaison. “I’ve heard a lot of great things from your old CARD team,” she said, “I’m sure your skillset will come in handy here.”

You nodded in affirmation, “That’s the hope!” You answered, smiling at the prospect of your old team singing your praises.

Next, Derek approached, reaching out his hand for you to shake. Of course, you obliged and grinned at him. Part of you felt like you were meeting celebrities, the BAU was a big deal in the bureau. “Derek Morgan,” he introduced himself, “How long were you with CARD?”

“Five years,” you responded, it was a long time for anyone to deal solely with child abduction, but your team had the best rate in the bureau. Besides, you found the work rewarding.

Morgan’s eyebrows raised in surprise, “that’s impressive.”

You nodded, “Thank you. I’m really looking forward to working with you all.”

JJ looked behind her, “Oh, have you met Garcia?” She asked, peeking around the corner to where the technical analyst's office was.

Glancing down at the cat-shaped stress toy that she had given you when you arrived this morning, you smiled, “Yes, she was the first to greet me this morning. I think I’m just missing Dr. Reid.”

As if on cue, the young doctor walked into the bullpen, he had a worn leather satchel over his shoulder and looked like he might be talking to himself, “Reid!” Emily called over, getting his attention, and causing him to change course, approaching your desk. “Come meet, Y/N.”

He adjusted the strap of his satchel over his sweater before you reached out your hand for him to shake. “Oh, he doesn’t…” JJ began, but her voice trailed off when Dr. Reid shook your hand.

“It’s very nice to meet you, Dr. Reid,” you said, smiling at him. It felt good to know you had finally met the entire team.

He gave a close-lipped smile in return, “Reid is fine, or Spencer.” He said as you each dropped your hands to your sides.

Noticing everyone looking back and forth between the two of you as if you had already managed to do something wrong, you gathered all of your paperwork in your hands, “I should get this to Hotch.”

The rest of the team got the message and started to disperse to their respective desks, Reid’s being adjacent to yours. “Welcome to the team, pretty girl,” Morgan said to you before turning to his own paperwork.

You hugged your paperwork to your chest as if you were protecting it. Quietly, you muttered, “I really hope that nickname doesn’t stick.”

Across from you, there was a short laugh, almost a scoff. “It will,” Spencer responded in the same reverent tone. For a second, you thought it might be a joke, but you could tell by his facial expression that he was serious.

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imagining-in-the-margins · 5 months ago

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CM Friends with Benefits

Hey everyone! Thank you so much to everyone who joined us. I am so happy to share everyone’s hard work. If you have a oneshot or masterlist you’d like me to add, please send me a message - new additions are always welcome.

SFW S.R./Reader

Cuddle Buddies by @foxy-eva: (Fem) Spencer misinterprets the meaning of friends with benefits (having a friend to cuddle is, in fact, highly beneficial).

Play Dates by me: (GN) Reader learns Spencer hasn’t had many dates and offers to share several Play Dates.

Astraphobia by me: (Fem) Reader and Spencer share their embarrassing fears.

The Only Exception by me: (GN) Reader is beginning to believe in love again.

NSFW S.R./Fem!Reader (18+)

It’s Too Cliché by me: Reader and Spencer are the worst at being friends with benefits.

Damaged Goods by @foxy-eva: The belief that they were both undeserving of love led Spencer and Reader into each other's arms.

Yours by @aliteralsemicolon: Spencer never thought he’d be lucky enough to find Reader.

Heavenly by @dudeitiskarev: Reader confesses that she's a virgin, and she asks Spencer to be her first.

Wildest Dreams by @ghsface: It was a one night thing.

Crawling Back to You by @incognit0slut: Reader never planned on having a fling with her brother's friend.

A Kindness You Can't Afford by @mercy-burning: It started as 'stress relief between co-workers,' but now Reader can't help herself.

Relax, I've Got You by @reidmotif: Reader isn't great at handling stress. Luckily, Spencer knows how to make her feel better.

I'm Your Fluffer by @reiderwriter: Spencer is Reader's boyfriend without the benefits.

Second Chances & Something More by @reidsrambles: Reader is stunned when her former FWB shows up at her job nearly a decade after ghosting him.

Even more fics and pairs below!

I Won't Let You Forget by @reiderwriter: Reader wakes up with no memory of begging her long-time work crush to sleep with her.

Down Bad by @samuel-de-champagne-problems: After seeing that her ex boyfriend is engaged to his “rebound girl”, Reader finds herself missing the sex.

Safe Place by @sinfulspencer: After a hard case, Spencer takes comfort in Reader's body.

Casual by @waywardxrhea: Reader thought that her sexcapades with Spencer had meant more to him.

Goddess, Soft by @none-of-your-bullshit: Spencer gets jealous.

Lost Time by me: Reader and Spencer spend their mandatory leave on vacation. As "friends."

NSFW Other xReaders (18+)

Passionate Reunion by @badathumanemotions: (Emily/Fem) Reader's in town on business and takes the opportunity to reconnect.

Stepping into Desire by @badathumanemotions: (Emily/Fem) Emily decides to wear heels and a tight skirt to catch the attention of a certain co-worker.

Medicine at Midnight by @pkg4mumtown: (Hotch/GN) A night out with the team leads to either the best or worst mistake Reader could have made.

Sneaky Touch by @tjwritesfanfics: (Hotch/Fem) Hotch is only a man and maybe Reader should wait until they get home to tempt him.

After Hours by @badathumanemotions: (Emily/Fem/Spencer) The trio has an arrangement.

Down by the River by @tjwritesfanfics: (Joe Joe - RV) Reader knew they couldn't stay with him forever, but at least for one night they could pretend.

Character Pairings

Time for Talk by @vaguelyclevermatters: (Rated T, Demily) Emily was hungover after a night in Vegas but the team seems fine. She must've gotten up to something (or someone) the others didn't.

Now or Never [Ao3] by @masterwords: (unrated, Hotchgan) An exploration of Hotch's agreement with Derek during his divorce.

Untitled by @siyvaruli: (Hotchgan) Derek discusses his situation with his sisters.

Just a Booty Call by @the-queen-and-the-king: (NSFW, Hotchniss) What was Emily supposed to do when she and her boss suddenly break every rule during an investigation?

Harder to Hide [Ao3] by @vampireids: (NSFW, Spencelle) After dying in Georgia, Spencer visits Elle to tell her he finally understands.

Gold in the Summertime [Ao3] by @justjasper: (NSFW, Derek/Elle/Spencer) Instead of the Fisher King, the BAU gets their two weeks vacation, and Reid goes to Jamaica with Elle and Morgan.

Until I See You Again [Ao3] by @leahseclipse: (Moreid) Spencer and Morgan had an arrangement, but it all changes when Spencer's feelings start to grow.

What's Wrong with Being Confident? by @baubeautyandthegeek: (Blake/Strauss) JJ wonders. Spencer answers.

Only Bought this Dress So You Can Take it Off by @baubeautyandthegeek: (Elle/Ilsa) The two share a night together.

Happy reading!

P.S. If I missed your fic or you have a new one to add, feel free to send me a message. I would love to add it!

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lillaberry · 4 months ago

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Tell me im not the only one who thought of dr spencer reid

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minswriting · 2 months ago

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how the cm characters eat pussy

nsfw | mdni

starting a new thing so if you guys want more of these, let me know and send requests!

aaron hotchner - aaron, although he usually prefers to keep a nice and neat appearance, eats pussy like it’s his life line. his arms are wrapped around your thighs, holding you close to his face while his tongue and nose are both buried inside your cunt. your juices would cover his face. he’s sucking on your clit, putting his tongue inside of you, letting his nose rub against your clit, everything.

derek morgan - derek doesn’t LOVE eating pussy but he does it because he loves you and making you feel good. he’s gentle and precise with it, mostly licking and sucking on your clit. he loves to see your reactions and the way you moan his name.

emily prentiss - homegirl is rough with it in the best way possible. she loves pussy bro. emily would run her tongue all over your cunt, also be the type to bury her face and breathe in your cunt. but she likes to bite. the little yelps of pleasure you let out when she nips at your clit or bites your labia, she can’t help but giggle against your pussy.

spencer reid - spencer was born to eat cunt. he’s such a munch. at first, he would be so tentative with it, making sure you feel good. but once he’s comfortable, oh my god is he addicted. he loves breathing in your cunt. he eats you out in the most whorish way, moaning against your pussy. he’d get your juices on his forehead, nose, cheeks, literally his whole face would be covered.

jennifer jareau - jj is so soft with it. she giggles every time you pull her hair. she would suck on your clit while making contact with you, wanting to see your pretty face while you moan her name.

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sequinsmile-x · 3 days ago

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i've started to write this and it's turned into smut.

don't blame me blame bearded aaron i can't be held responsible

There is a 'jaw kisses' prompt on this list of kisses I'm working through, and obviously it needs to be about Aaron's beard. So...

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cloudlessly-light · 1 year ago

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Pretty girl 😍😍

Would you consider doing a prompt where it’s Hotch and Emily but it’s before Scratch and they just takes a min to admire just how far they’ve come?

A/n: Look who found a soft Hotchniss one shot that she never posted when going through her documents that she had completely forgotten about!

Title: If you weren’t you Summary: They’ve come so far since that first meeting in his office, sometimes it was still hard to believe. Word Count: 2k Rating: General Warnings: None! It’s all very soft

Emily had been back in DC for almost a year now, after JJ’s kidnapping she had been longing to come back and then one day, she just decided to return to the only place that had ever really felt like home. London wasn’t right anymore, the city feeling gloomy and lonely. She missed her chosen family, she missed him.

It wasn’t easy moving back, but yet it was somehow the easiest choice she had ever made. She was back where she felt like she belonged and even better, she was finally with him. Aaron Hotchner, the man she had been in love with for years, had finally admitted that he loved her too and she had never been happier.

She smiled at the familiar sound of his footsteps but she kept her eyes on the book in her lap, flipping the page that she wasn’t really paying attention to when Aaron stopped in front of her.

There was something about the woman sitting on his couch that made everything so much easier. Something good and genuine and real about her that made the never-ending feeling of disarray inside of him simmer down. They had known each other for almost a decade, he had loved her for more than half that time, even though they had only just become them.

Aaron looks at her as she sits curled up in his home, a book in her lap that she seems engrossed in. She sat in his home like she had never done anything else, like she had always been there. She turned a page, seemingly oblivious to her surroundings. She’s not of course, he knows that, she never was because she had learned to never let her guard down a long time ago.

“Aaron, are you okay?” Her voice breaks through his thoughts, a soft smile on her lips that was only reserved for him and he can’t help but to smile back.

“Yeah I’m good, just thinking.” He hands her one of the glasses of wine he was holding and sits down next to her as she puts her book down.

“What about?” She’s quick to fit herself against his side as his arm wraps around her shoulders as she takes a sip of wine.

“You.” He kisses her quickly, presses his lips against hers gently and tastes the red wine on her lips. “Us, what got us here I guess.” He mumbles when they break apart and he can see her looking at him expectantly, waiting for him to continue. When he doesn’t she gently strokes her hand over his slightly stubbled cheek.

“Honey, it’s alright.” It’s a soft nudge, but a nudge she knows that he needs and she doesn’t fault him for that. Aaron Hotchner was many things, but open about his feelings was not one of them. How could he be after what life had thrown at him.

“I just keep replaying the first time we met.” Her laugh interrupts him and he looks at her with a smile of his own.

“You were an ass.” There’s no malice in her voice, and the lightness of it makes him chuckle as well.

“And you were over-eager. Pushy.” He nuzzles her nose with his and she laughs again before moving back on the couch until her back is leaning against the arm of it and her feet are in his lap. “I thought you were working for Strauss, I was allowed to be an ass.”

She kicks him playfully and he easily grabs her ancle. “You barely gave me a chance and then you threw me to the wolf.”

“Are you talking about Gideon?” He can’t help the soft laugh he lets out as she nods. “You’re right, he wasn’t always easy. But you held your own.”

“Bet your ass I did.” She laughs as well before placing her glass on the coffee table and then relaxes back onto the couch. “It’s crazy how much time has passed.” She comments gently as she enjoys the feeling of his warm hands on her legs, easily getting lost in the familiar feeling of his warm, large hands on her body.

“Yes.” He agrees as he absentmindedly strokes along her calf. “But I think somehow I knew from that first moment that you would change my life. I just didn’t know in what way.” His words make her blush as she bites down on her bottom lip to keep from smiling.

“So much has happened since then.” This time her tone is suddenly a little heavier, the glint in her eye gone. The slight change of tone makes him aware that she’s thinking of the same things he had been, the darker parts of their history.

“I know sweetheart.” He assures her and squeezes her ancle. It had been anything but easy, tragedy and heartache and trauma that neither liked to think about, much less voice out loud.

“Haley…” She starts slowly, “I never thought you’d recover after that. I never thought I’d get the man I loved back.”

“But you did.” He offers her a small, almost undetectable smile as she nods. “I realized I was in love with you when I heard what Benjamin Cyrus did to you. I couldn’t think straight and when I saw you, the bruises and the cuts, I would have killed him myself if he wasn’t already dead.”

She had heard him say this before, but she didn’t interrupt him. She leaned her head on her hand with a slow sigh as he continued, seemingly lost in his own thoughts.

“I think that when Haley died, Foyet, everything, I wouldn’t have come back if it weren’t for you. You and Jack, your forced me to push through, to go on when I really didn’t want to.” He watches his thumb as he rubs circles against her ancle. “I never told you that I loved you back then, because the timing never seemed right and then…” He trails off slowly, dark eyes finding hers and she nods.

“Ian.” She finishes for him and she feels his hand slow on her skin as he takes his own long breath.

Aaron could still feel how his heartrate sped up just by the thought of Ian Doyle, the man long gone but could still make Emily wake up from her nightmares of him. Just like he could still wake up in cold sweats after dreams of Foyet forced him awake. It made him angry, that men long gone still impacted them this way, that when he strokes soothing hands over her back as she calmed from her panicked state, he knew exactly what she was feeling because he felt it too.

“But you got him.” She continues quietly even as his grip tightens on her leg. She can see the hate in his dark eyes, sees his jaw tighten and she despises that after all these years, Ian Doyle in some way, still had a hold on them both.

“I got him too late.” It’s spoken with bitterness, a sour taste on his tongue. “If we hadn’t then we wouldn’t have had to fake your death and we wouldn’t-”

“And if you hadn’t, then we’d probably never would have gotten here, honey.” She reassures him, has never been more sure of anything. “When I came back everything was different, I was different, the team was, you were. If I hadn’t moved to London then we would never have admitted how we felt, you know that.”

His head falls back against the couch with a heavy sigh. She was right, he knew she was right. When she came back from London it all fell into place, and it never would have if they hadn’t spent that time apart. He reaches for his glass and takes another sip of wine as he watches her soft smile.

“You know sometimes I can’t believe how much we’ve been through.” He admits quietly. “How many times life could have torn us apart and yet somehow, you’re here, with me.”

She shifts on the couch again, pushes him down on it until she’s laying down halfway on top of him and pressed against the back of the couch, needing him closer. She sighs in content at the feeling of his warm body against hers, of the safety of his embrace.

“There is nowhere else I’d rather be than here with you.” She brushes his hair away from his forehead, takes in the way he’s looking at her like she’s the most precious thing in the world and the familiar warmth in her chest that she now associated with him spreads through her. “When you met Beth I was sure that I had forever lost my chance to ever be with you this way.” The words are just above a whisper and it makes his brow furrow and the lines around his eyes deepen.

“Emily…”

“The way you looked at her at the marathon, the smile on your face, I hadn’t seen that since I joined the team.” She continues as if he hadn’t spoken. “You smiled like you used to smile at Haley. And… I couldn’t deal with that.”

He was quiet for a moment, watches the emotions flash across her face, had become an expert on her by now.

“The only reason why I ever started to date her was because I knew that I needed to get over you.” He chuckles dryly and brushes her hair away from her face, his fingers gentle on her skin. “But I should have known that it wasn’t going to work. The second you were back in DC it was like being punched in the gut with everything I’d felt for you.”

She smiles at that, the sound breathy and low and so distinctively Emily and it fills him with a sense of calm. They fall into another silence after that, a comfortable silence as they ponder the last eight years of their lives.

“Yeah,” Emily says after a while, almost as if she’s unaware that she’s talking “we’ve come a long way since then. I was still so damaged when we first met, but you made me heal. You, the team and Jack, all of you did. You still do.” She runs a delicate finger over his cheek, just to feel his skin against hers for a second.

“I think you helped the entire team heal, after Elle, it felt like there was a piece missing but then there you were. You don’t realize the effect you have on people Emily, the way your presence makes everything feel like it’s going to be okay, it’s a gift that not many people have.”

She wants to roll her eyes, wants to make a joke about puzzles and puzzle pieces but she stops herself and just lets the words sit with her. As she looks into the eyes of the man she was pretty sure she’d spend the rest of her life with she feels calm, an ease inside of her that hadn’t been there in years.

“I love you.” She says softly, just because she can and she feels his hand squeeze her ribs gently.

“I love you too.” He promises with a kiss, hand moving to her jaw to deepen it as she lets out a low moan.

“Let’s go to bed.” Emily whispers with a smile as she gets up and pulls him with her.

As they climb the stairs hand in hand, he realizes that yes, the road so far had been a treacherous one, but he couldn’t wait for the rest of it, as long as she was at his side. Once they were inside their bedroom his eyes drifted to the drawer where the ring is hidden and he smiles. Tomorrow couldn’t come soon enough.

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