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The darkest parts of me (5/5)

A/N: Thanks to everyone who’s encouraged and read this little story of mine! I’ll be back to posting pure filth soon!

Title: The darkest parts of me (5/5) Summary: They find each other in a dark world where they do twisted things. The only way things could have become more dangerous, is if they were together. Funny how life turns out.

Unsub!Hotchniss AU. Word count: 2,2k Rating: Explicit Warnings (for most or all chapters): smut, descriptions of violence, descriptions of murder, gore (nothing too explicit), mentions of weapons

David Rossi stands in a parking lot looking at the ground where only hours before a man’s body had been lying. A body that knew was a from the murders he’s spent the better part of a year hunting. They had gotten the call early, a quick description of the scene, but witnesses in the diner had described a couple, and he knew they had to go to California to see it for themselves. They had never been so close to catching them.

His phone rings, sounding loud even though there’s people everywhere and he looks down to see Jason’s name flash on the screen.

“Hey.”

“I’m leaving the ME’s now. It looks like a snapped neck, the man was an ex-marine.” Jason speaks as he walks to the car. “Wife and kids at home.”

“This wasn’t premeditated.” Dave says as he looks around and realizes that in the dead of night there was no way no one would be able to see the murder take place. “He had recognized the unsubs from the news and went to confront the woman while the man was in the bathroom. He was on with 911 when it happened.”

“So they’re close by.” Jason concluded for him.

“They have to be.” Dave walks around the crime scene as he holds the phone to his ear. “The roadblocks are up, every cop in the state knows to be on the lookout. They won’t get away. Not this time.”

There’s a beat of silence and Dave waits for Jason to say what they both were thinking.

“Let’s hope so.”

“We can’t stay here.” Aaron told her, surprisingly calm considering the circumstances.

“I know.” She says, her bag already packed, her gun cold against the small of her back where it rests in the lining of her jeans. “I think we need to get out of the country. It’s time”

“Where do you want to go?” He cups the back of her neck, the hand that only a couple of hours before had snapped a guy’s neck, was now so gentle as he brushed his thumb over her cheekbone.

“Anywhere we want.” She smiles when she hands him the passports that Clyde had made for them. “As long as we go fast.”

He nods, because they had planned for this, had planned for what they would do if something went wrong. He just hadn’t expected it to happen so soon. But they had a plan, actually had multiple ways to leave and somewhere in the back of his mind he thanks whatever lucky star for Emily’s funds.

She watches as he carries their bags to the car with a small smile. She knew she should be worried, that she should be scared because at any moment they could be found. But she isn’t, she’s excited, a familiar rush running through her at the thought of a chase. It’s a new kind of adrenaline, and she wonders if she’s found another way to get the high she’s always chasing.

They drive on backroads, not caring that the drive would take much longer, because they knew that any highway was a road to getting caught. His hand rests on her thighs as they drive, her smaller one on top of his and when she squeezes it he looks at her.

“Do you feel bad?” She asks and he knows what she means without her having to elaborate.

“We don’t know if that man deserved to die, but he put us in danger. It was worth it.” He offers her a small smile and she squeezes his hand again, a smirk on her face.

“It was sexy.” She says, dark eyes gleaming and he chuckles.

“My dirty girl.” He always loved how much his killing turned her on and it took every ounce of willpower not to put the car in park to have his way with her. But they needed to get to Arizona, from there they’d be able to get on a flight. It was a long drive, hours on the road, and they didn’t have time to stop.

“Once we’re safe, I’ll show you just how dirty I can be.” She feels his fingers dig into her thigh and she grins.

“You think you haven’t shown me exactly how filthy you can be yet, sweetheart?” He chuckles, but there’s an uncomfortable ache in the pit of his stomach, want quickly settling between his legs.

“I still have a few tricks up my sleeve.” She leans over the center console and licks his neck, her teeth grazing the skin there slowly before he urges her back into her seat.

“You’re sure we can trust Clyde with this right?” He asks, needing to think about something else, anything else, than how much he wanted her.

“Yes. He’s already made arrangements, we’re flying early tomorrow morning.” She knew that Aaron didn’t fully trust Clyde, but he had been the only one to help her when she decided to get away from her old life, had helped her again after she killed Ian. If there was anybody she trusted except for Aaron, it was him.

“How did you meet him?” He realized he had never asked her.

“His dad worked for my dad, and when he got older, he just like me, wanted another life. When I decided to leave, when I decided to become someone else, I reached out to him and he lived in the Netherlands, I went there and he helped me become Lauren Reynolds. We didn’t speak again until Ian, but he has connections everywhere, can make anyone disappear and he helped me again.” She didn’t talk much about life with Ian, much less about her time with her parents and she knew Aaron was hanging onto every word.

“Do you think it’s a good idea to still be in contact with him? If he has ties to your parents and your old life?” He knew that Emily was intelligent, that she wouldn’t take unnecessary risks with her life.

“He, just like me, changed everything about himself, he technically doesn’t exist. He made it look like he died in a plane crash years ago.” She took his hand again. “Trust me, we don’t have to worry about him.”

“Okay sweetheart.” He pulls her into a kiss, a quick thing stamped onto her lips that she smiles into. “We better hope we don’t get caught before we get to the plane.” He winks at her, and she knows that he’s finding this just as thrilling as she did.

They had been looking for hours, had every cop in the city out patrolling the streets. But still, the unsubs were gone.

“It’s like catching smoke.” Dave grunts as he sits in the precinct with Jason, a cup of bad coffee in front of him on the table.

“No killer is unstoppable, but maybe we simply got here too late.” He says, his own cup untouched in front of him. “They know we’re after them, they had a head start.”

“What are you thinking Jason?” He looks at the look of sadness on his friend’s face.

“We know that they have money, that they’ve travelled the country for a long time, the woman seems like a ghost, she doesn’t exist anywhere. They’re getting ready to leave the country. And we might not be able to stop them.”

“I’m calling the airports.” The detective that’s seated with them says and Jason nods, but as he looks at Dave he knows that he’s thinking the same thing he is. The unsubs had an escape plan, and now they’re stuck playing catchup.

Emily yawns as she drives on the deserted roads, it was late, they had been driving for most of the day and night. She looks over to Aaron who’s sleeping beside her, his usually intense face as relaxed as it’ll ever be and she smiles. They were getting close to the private airport, they were close to escaping. She wondered what their new life was going to be like.

As she sits there, lost in her own thoughts her phone rings and Aaron grunts beside her as he wakes up.

“Yeah?” She already knew who it was, he was the only one who had her number.

“One of my men saw you passing him about a minute ago. Ditch the car, I’ll have him pick you up.” Clyde’s low voice sounds through the phone.

“Why?” She asks but still pulls off to the side of the road while keeping him on speakerphone so Aaron can hear.

“Because your rental is more noticeable than one of my cars.” She can hear his smirk through the phone. “Leave it where you are, about a mile down there’s a gas station, we’re waiting for you there.”

“What about the car we’re driving now?” She puts the car in park while Aaron rubs his eyes and stretches.

“We’ll make it disappear, it won’t be traced back to either of you. Come on darlin’, no need to be difficult about this.”

She looks to Aaron who nods, seemingly agreeing to the plan and they both get out of the car.

“Okay, see you soon.” She throws the phone to the ground and smashed it. She wouldn’t be needing it anymore.

It was almost 3AM when a young cop comes running into the small conference room they’re sitting in.

“They’re in Arizona! We got a call from a detective, they saw the suspects getting into a car at a gas station.”

“They have help.” Jason stands up at the same time as Dave.

“But they won’t be able to board a plane. Everyone knows to be on the lookout.” The cops says, his voice hopeful.

“They have money, connections. They’re probably flying out from a smaller airport, one that won’t be stopping them if given enough money.” Dave explains as they start to walk through the precinct, they didn’t have a lot of time.

“Like a bribe? But that’s illegal.”

Dave smiles at the other man’s innocence and squeezes his shoulder.

“Money will get you anywhere, kid.”

“Come on, we need to get there, we’re calling the team in Arizona on the way.” Jason is already holding the phone to his ear as he urges Dave to follow him. “We’ve got them.”

“The cops are coming, the whole fucking cavaliere.” Clyde says with a grin on his face, clearly enjoying the situation.

“How do you know?” Aaron asks as he sits on the small private plane next to Emily who’s leaning into his side, his arm around her shoulders.

“I have men everywhere, and I’ve gotten three calls already.” The British man looks at them with something close to glee. “You did always know how to make things interesting, darlin’”

Emily rolls her eyes but still smiles at his words. She feels Aaron’s hand tightening on her upper arm and she looks at him in amusement. She found his jealousy sexy, she always had, and he always wanted to put his claim on her, always wanted her to feel like his.

“Thank you for helping us out.” She says to the man across from her.

“I’ll always like helping an old friend out. For a fee that is.” He winks at her and she shakes her head at the way all Clyde always wanted was money. She takes the suitcase beside her and slides it over the table, her eyebrow arched as she waits for him to open it.

“That should be more than enough.” She swears she sees his eyes light up at the sight of the bills in neat stacks in the suitcase. “Now, get us out of here.” Her gun rests on the table and she picks it up casually and she feels Aaron tense against her side, always ready to back her up if needed.

“No need to get violent Em. You’ll be in the air in less than thirty.”

“We’ll have to be quicker than that.” Aaron says as he looks out the window where he sees blue lights in the distance. “We have to go now.”

Dave doesn’t think the devastation of making it only minutes too late would be something he’ll ever get over. He will never forget seeing the small plane take off, a shadow of a man looking back at him from the air.

He wouldn’t give up on finding them, but realistically he knew that he might never do. There was no trail where they had gone, no transactions to look into, no bank accounts, not even the people helping their unsubs had their real identeties. It wouldn’t have mattered if they did though, they were gone. All of them.

Aaron smiles his thanks at the bartender as he grabs their drinks. The sun was hot on his skin, the sand soft as he walked in his flipflops towards the sunbeds where Emily was laying. She looks up at him from behind her glasses, her skin shining from the lotion and sweat and he licks his lips at the sight.

When he hands her the colorful drink she had asked for, she sits up in her chair. She clinks her glass with his, a smile on her face. “We made it.”

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The darkest parts of me (4/5)

A/N: Trigger warning for this chapter, a part of this is Hotchniss being very toxic towards each other (they’re serial killers so I think that might be a little expected), BUT I want to give a warning for that, and that part starts after *-* so jump to the next part if you don’t want to read that part!

Title: The darkest parts of me (4/5) Summary: They find each other in a dark world where they do twisted things. The only way things could have become more dangerous, is if they were together. Funny how life turns out.

Unsub!Hotchniss AU. Word count: 3k Rating: Explicit Warnings (for most or all chapters): smut, descriptions of violence, descriptions of murder, gore (nothing too explicit), mentions of weapons

It had come as a surprise for them, both of them sated after another night of killing and then as they watched the morning news the next day, a sketch that looked eerily like them was shown. Serial killer couple, victims found in multiple states was written in big letters above the sketch and Emily had almost dropped her coffee on the floor.

“How do they know?” She asked just as the anchor kept talking, and Aaron froze to the spot.

“A witness who encountered the couple in question in Georgetown has stepped forward…”

“The woman, the prostitute.” Emily concluded before he could say anything. “You said we didn’t have to worry about her.”

“I was wrong.” He turns to look at her just as she scoffed. “They never talk, she must have been brought in for something else.”

“What do we do now?” She asked, her eyes wide as she watched him figure out a plan. After a couple of seconds of silence he took her hand, the warmth of it so familiar to her by now.

“We lay low, we go somewhere we haven’t been. And if things calm down then we can figure out a new way-”

“They’re after us now Aaron.” She interrupts him. “We can’t just take a break and then go back to what we’re used to.”

He knows she’s right and he squeezes her hand tighter.

“We’ll go to California like we planned, and then we’ll figure it out from there. But we might have to leave the country.” He searches her face for a reaction, for her to refuse but it doesn’t come. And he realizes that she’s already started over twice before, she could easily do it again.

“Okay.” She says, her hand holding onto his for a moment. “But first we’re driving to California, I have a friend there who might be able to help.”

“Who?” His eyebrow furrows as she reaches for her phone.

“He helped me when I moved from Ireland, he’ll help me again.” She wrote the number on her phone on a piece of paper to be used when they got new burner phones. “His name is Clyde Easter.”

For some reason the thought of another man knowing her secrets sent a spark of jealousy through him.

“Why haven’t you mentioned him before?”

“There wasn’t any need to. Just like we want out privacy for our… activities, he needs privacy too.” She catches the darkness of his eyes, feels his hand hold hers even tighter and she smiles. “Don’t be jealous honey.”

“I’m not.” He lies and she chuckles slightly as she straddles his lap on the couch.

“You are, and it’s hot.” She kisses him, kisses him until his hands are banding over her lower back to pull her further into him. “I’m yours.”

“And I’m yours.” He promises.

It was strange, they had gotten a lead, they knew they were looking for a couple that traveled through the country. They even had a sketch that had been circulated to the press. They were closing in, and then the murders stopped. Dave rubbed his forehead, they hadn’t had another lead in months, he was pretty sure that they didn’t even have a new victim, nothing turning up anywhere even after letting police departments know what to look for.

“They must have seen the press conference, must have seen the police sketch and decided to lay low.” Jason says as he sips his coffee across from him.

“They’re smart, but killers like these, they’re addicted to it. It shouldn’t be long until they either of them break.”

“Maybe they’re using each other to get their urges under control.” His words causes Dave to look up from his own coffee mug. “Maybe the fact that they can go as long as they can without killing, is because they have each other.”

Dave knew that he was right.

*-*

They don’t fight often, but when they do, it’s like everything between them. It’s intense, loud and explosive. It’s dangerous.

He’s not sure what set them off this time, probably something dumb, probably the fact that they hadn’t killed in months. It made him irritable, it made her push his buttons in ways she usually wouldn’t, just to get a rise out of him. And it worked.

“I swear Emily, if you don’t shut up I’ll-”

“You’ll what?” Her tone is icy, her smirk condescending as she interrupts him. “You’ll what Aaron? You’ll hit me? Be like your dad?”

It has the desired effect and he pushes her hard against the wall, the sound of her body colliding with it sending a satisfying shiver down his spine. His fingers dig into the back of her shoulders as he keeps her against the wall, his eyes locked on hers and he sees the familiar glint of pleasure in her dark orbs.

“You never know when to stop.” His words are hissed against her face and when she tries to squirm out of his hold he only grabs her harder, makes sure to leave bruises on her skin. “You think you’re in charge, but we both know that in the end you’ll be on your knees, begging for me. You’re not the one in charge here.”

She uses her strength to push him away, rage quickly flowing her veins. She had crossed the line first by bringing up his father, she knew that, but that didn’t stop her from feeling anger like fire inside of her at his words. He stumbles back, momentarily surprised by her strength and she smirks at the angered look on his face.

“You think you can control me?” She pushes him again, but this time he barely budges. “You’d be nothing without me.” Her words make something close to a growl rumble in his throat and she feels anger and arousal at the sound. He tries to grab her again, but she’s faster than him and she takes her gun from the table beside them.

“Is that how it’s going to be?” He chuckles, not afraid of her even when she points the gun at him. It’s not the first time, probably won’t be the last. He takes a couple of steps forward, stands close enough for the barrel of the gun to press against his chest where she keeps it steady, a look of calmness coming over her as she grips the gun tighter.

“Don’t think I won’t do it.” She whispers and he laughs again, cold and close to manic and it reminds her of every time he would strangle a man to death. Like he reads her mind, his hand wraps around her throat, his hold tight enough for her to go lightheaded.

“I know you want to, I can see it, how badly you want to.” He takes in the view of his hand around her throat, catches the way she smirks as his grip loosens for her to draw a short breath. And then he pushes her back against the wall again, his hand still around her airway and his other hand digging out his knife from the pocket of his jeans.

“You want to kill me?” She juts her chin out, the barrel of the gun still pressed against his chest as her finger hovers over the trigger. The feeling of cold steel against her stomach makes her gasp, and when he presses even closer to her, she can feel him, hard and thick inside his jeans.

“I could do it, you know.” His words are quiet and cold and she knows that he’s right. That the only reason why he doesn’t is because he loves her. She loves him too, in whatever twisted way they had found love in the darkness of their world. He grabs her throat so tight her eyesight goes blurry and she feels the tip of his knife cut into her skin, nicking it and she moans at the sting.

“So do it.” She challenges, forcing words out through his hold and he relents just slightly.

“Maybe next time I will.” He throws the knife to the floor and then takes the gun from her and places it back on the table. She stays still, watches him through narrowed eyes as he takes in the flush on her cheeks, the way her chest heaves slightly from deep breaths.

“Don’t think this mean I’m still not mad at you.” She grabs his shirt and pulls him against her.

“Oh I’m counting on it.” He smirks before catching her lips in a kiss. There’s nothing romantic about it, tongues fighting for dominance and hands tearing at clothes, ribbing fabric and skin until they’re both naked.

She bites his chest, her teeth leaving an angry red mark in their wake as she kneels before him. Her hand is too harsh when she grabs his cock, and when he hisses she smirks up at him in satisfaction. He doesn’t seem bothered, his fingers easily gripping her dark hair and angles her head back. When he pushes his cock between her parted lips he groans at the smooth, wet heat of her mouth.

“Told you, you’d be on my knees for me.” He taunts her and when she grunts his hold on her hair only tightens as he thrusts his hips against her face. “Look who was right.”

She almost bites down on his shaft in retaliation, lets her teeth graze his skin in warning and he lets up.

“I swear the next time I’m pulling the trigger.” She rasps, her voice thick with arousal before she takes him back in her mouth, her lips tight around him as she sucks.

He wants to reply, but her tongue is doing something wicked against his skin, and he can’t seem to form a whole sentence together. Instead he settles for thrusting harder, making sure to poke at the back of her throat until she chokes and her eyes fill with tears.

When she feels him pull her up to stand, she’s so wound up she can feel her slick on her thighs. His thumb gently brushes a couple of tears away from her cheek and she licks her bottom lip.

“You’re so pretty like this.” He whispers and then claims her lips in a kiss and swallows up her moan as his fingers find their way between her legs.

“Fuck me, Aaron.” She gasps at the stretch of his fingers, still nowhere near the stretch of him and he bites down on her neck.

“I love how wet you get for me, how much the thought of killing me gets you off.” He mumbles against her neck as he moves her back through the house they’re renting in California. When she falls back against the bed he’s quick to join her, his heated eyes locked on hers as he hovers above her. “You love the thought of killing me almost as much as killing other men, don’t you.”

“Yes.” She digs her nails into his skin, makes sure to break skin for making her wait and he grunts in pained pleasure. “Just like I know you want to feel me gasp for breath as you strangle me, I can see it on you every time your hand wraps around my throat.”

When he finally pushes inside of her it’s hard and fast, his hips pressing against hers for only a moment before he starts to move.

“You’re right, sweet thing.” He pants, his hips thrusting hard and deep, a pace that’s close to violent and she meets him with every thrust. “I dream of it.”

“I know.” She grunts at the feel of him, huge and rough as he fucks the anger out of them both. Her legs tighten around his hips, one hand moves down between them to toy with her clit and when she tightens around him only a few minutes later she feels him smile into her neck.

“That’s it, come for me.” He licks a stripe up her neck, tastes the vibration of her moan as her back arches underneath him.

She comes with a scream that she doesn’t even try to keep down, her body spasming as her mind goes deliciously numb from pleasure. He doesn’t stop, even when she lays back limply against the bed. Instead he replaces her hand with his own over her clit, relishes the whimper that escapes her at the overstimulation.

“Again.” He tells her and she knows what he’s doing. That he’s proving his ownership on her by showing her that no one else would get her like this, just like she would dig her nails and teeth into his skin to claim him. He already had scars, thin, barely noticeable lines from where she had drawn blood in the past on his ribs and back, and every time she saw them she felt satisfaction.

She comes again, her body always so responsive to him and when she gasps for breath he flips her around and pulls her hips up. His hand is hot against her skin when he spanks her, and she whines at the slight sting, back arching for more. He spanks her three more times before pushing back inside of her again and she’s quick to move back against him, meeting each of his thrusts.

He makes her come three more times, dragging pleasure from her until it’s more painful than pleasurable and when he comes it’s with a strangled groan, his hands tight on her hips and head thrown back as he lets the power of his release wash over him. She’s trembling underneath him, exhaustion and pleasure making her muscles ache and when he lays down beside her, she just barely has enough energy to turn her head to look at him.

“We need to find someone soon.” She says and he nods, knowing that if they didn’t they’d only end up fighting again.

“I know baby, soon, I promise.”

*-*

The next time they kill, it wasn’t supposed to happen. They were keeping a low profile, they had ever since the news broke about them. It had been easier than Aaron had thought, they had rented a house in the middle of nowhere in California, Clyde Easter had shown up with new ID’s and passports, given them instructions to stay put until things had calmed.

It had been close to three months now and just like he had predicted, the news stopped reporting about them, the magazines that had been littered with the police sketch of them were gone. Sometimes it felt like it had been a bad dream, but he knew that they had to continue to be careful.

But Emily was restless, she wasn’t able to stay in one place for too long. That’s why they had gone for a drive, to get away from the house, and then they stopped at a tiny diner on the way back. It almost felt like normal until Aaron noticed a man looking at them, and he immediately knew that they had been caught.

“We have to go.” He mutters as he motions for the bill calmly.

“Why?” She stays just as calm, but her eyes are zeroed in on him, her back to the man that’s still watching them.

“There’s a man at the bar, I think he recognizes us.” Aaron smiles his thanks to the waitress and pulls out enough bills to cover the tab.

“Go to the bathroom and I’ll go to the car.” She rolls her eyes when he arches an eyebrow at her. “He’s more likely to follow me if I’m alone than us together or just you.”

“Fine.” He agrees, because he knows that she’s right. He stands up and she follows and then he goes towards the back where the bathrooms were but he could see the man in his peripheral, watching them closely.

Emily walks slowly out the door towards the car. She feels someone watching her and catches the man in the bar’s eyes but she keeps walking. Her ears are trained on any sound as she steps outside. It’s dark out, for that she was thankful and like she expected, she hears the door to the diner open after only a few seconds.

“Excuse me?”

She turns to the sound of a male voice and comes face to face with the man in the bar.

“Yes?” She smiles sweetly at him.

“Do I know you from somewhere?” He walks closer, his phone in hand and she’s sure he’s already called 911, can hear the faint mumbling of a voice coming from the speaker..

“No, I don’t think so. I’m just visiting some family out here.” She backs up, continues further into the shadows and away from the lights of the diner. He follows her, but stays a few feet away.

“Is that so?” He asks and looks around quickly. “And the man you’re with?”

“He’s my boyfriend.” She talks quietly, makes sure that the 911 operator doesn’t hear her. The man stares at her for a few seconds, like he’s sizing her up and then he takes another step closer to her.

“The police are on their way, you might as well drop the-”

His sentence is cut short by Aaron coming up behind him, easily snapping his neck and his body falls to the ground. Emily smashes the phone quickly and opens the trunk to the car and Aaron places the body in the back.

“We have to go, the police are on their way.” She says, voice slightly laced with panic at being so close to getting caught.

“We need to leave, get away from here.”

With that, Aaron drives towards their rented house, feeling adrenaline rushing through his veins.

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The darkest parts of me (3/5)

Title: The darkest parts of me (3/5) Summary: They find each other in a dark world where they do twisted things. The only way things could have become more dangerous, is if they were together. Funny how life turns out.

Unsub!Hotchniss AU. Word count: 2,2k Rating: Explicit Warnings (for most or all chapters): smut, descriptions of violence, descriptions of murder, gore (nothing too explicit), mentions of weapons

They’ve been traveling through the country together for close to a year now, Aarons system working. It had almost become too easy, him choosing their victim and then a night spent somewhere in between twisted torture and twisted pleasure. Emily had never felt so free, being with him and she knew that he felt the same, telling her how happy he was that they had found each other frequently.

They don’t kill too often, sometimes taking weeks or even months in between each kill, but Aaron notices the restlessness in her easily, she sees the need for it on him. It’s an addiction, they both know it, neither of them wanting to stop even when they probably should. But as he feels the rush of euphoria when a man stops breathing from his hand, or Emily’s need for power and control is soothed as she finishes someone off, neither of them wants to stop.

“Would you ever do it again?” Emily asks out of nowhere one night. They’re eating dinner, having just arrived in Texas and when Aaron looks up at her she clarifies. “Having a kid? A family?”

“No.” He answers bluntly, because there wasn’t any point in lying to her. “Having children while living this life, I don’t know if that would work.”

“Do you think you could give it up?” She takes a bite of her chicken and watches as he thinks about her question.

“Honestly, I don’t think the urge will ever go away. If I stop, I don’t think I’d be completely content, not like right now.” He takes a sip of the overpriced wine that she loves and then takes her hand. “What about you?”

“I never thought I would, considering how life was with Ian, he would have been a horrible dad. But I think I might want a child, someday.” She feels her cheek flush at the admission, she had never told anybody that before.

“So you could give up killing?” His tone of surprise is obvious and he watches as she smiles softly.

“I don’t know. I guess I always thought that I would some day, it’s impossible to live like this forever without getting caught.” She squeezes his hand and smiles softly before continuing to eat her dinner.

Aaron nods, but stays silent because he knew she was right. At some point they’d have to stop. And if there was anyone he could consider giving it up for, it was her.

“I think we have a serial killer travelling the country.” David Rossi says, throwing files onto Jason Gideon’s desk. “A team actually.”

He waits patiently as Jason looks through a few of the files in silence and when he looks back up at him he knows that his friend has caught the same pattern that he has.

“How far does these murders go?” He asks from behind his desk, still holding one of the files in his hand.

“If I’m right about this, they’ve been at it for months.” Dave urges the other man to follow him and he leads him to his office. “But I think before they were a team, one of them killed alone.” The two boxes of files on his desk made Jason pause.

“When did you get all of these?”

“I asked departments all over the country to send what might fit into the unsubs behavior to us last week after getting a call for a consultation. Something about the behavior told me there was more than a single case.

For a few seconds it’s silent, both of them looking at the number of files of unsolved murders that might be related.

“Let’s get to work.” Jason says then, a heavy sigh leaving him as he does.

They had gotten into a sick form of roleplay. Aaron finding their victim and Emily using her charm on him, luring the man back to whatever house they rented for their trip. There he would wait for them, sometimes with a knife in hand, sometimes a gun, tonight he had opted for nothing, needing to feel the life drain out of this man by his own hand. He had raped women, five of them so far, tied them up with piano wire and somehow police had never caught him, but Aaron had tracked him down.

He hears the key turn in the lock, followed by Emily laughing, something sickly sweet and fake, a laugh she’d never use with him. The sound makes him itch, the restlessness that had been growing for hours almost becoming unbearable the closer he was to get to feel his fists breaking skin and bones.

“You’ve got a nice place.” Hamilton says, his voice sending a shiver of disgust through her as his hand grips her hip tight as they enter the dark house.

“Thank you.” She turns and walks backwards, a flirty smile on her face that all but disappears when the lights are turned on and she walks into Aaron’s strong chest. “Meet my boyfriend.” She grins as Aaron’s familiar warmth presses against her back.

Hamilton barely has time to react to the third person in the room before a fist connects to his cheekbone and he falls to the ground. Emily locks the door while Aaron continues to punch the man that’s made her sick to her stomach all night. But now it’s different, satisfaction settling inside of her as she watches the man she loves beat a man that doesn’t deserve to live to death.

“He has a wife.” She tells him while Aaron is taking a break, the other man laying unmoving on the floor, but he’s still breathing.

“It doesn’t matter, we’ll be gone tomorrow morning, I booked us a flight to Florida.” He grabs her jaw and kisses her as she hums into it. “I know you said you wanted a little vacation.”

“You’re perfect.” She smiles into another kiss, this one interrupted by low groaning at their feet and she looks down at Hamilton. “He tried to feel me up all night.” She grabs the gun from the table and shoots his hand without a moment’s hesitation as Aaron laughs beside her.

“Easy sweetheart, don’t kill him too quickly now, I want us to take our time tonight.” He takes the gun from her and then spits on the other man. “However, I do not like knowing he dared to put his hands on you.” With that thought he stepped on his other hand, hard enough for bones to crack and break and he screamed out.

“That’s it baby, make him suffer.” Emily sighed contently and went to grab one of the knives from the kitchen. It was Aaron’s turn to kill, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t have a little fun first, and ever since the first time using the knife, she had preferred it over her gun. Aaron had been right, if she thought she felt powerful with a gun, it was nothing compared to the knife. The rush of steel slicing through skin makes her laugh, something close to madness as Aaron grabs at her from behind, his hands driving her into a frenzy as he tells her to cut him again.

They fucked right next to him once they knew he would be too weak to get away. There was something about being watched getting them both off.

“He thought he could have you, but you’re mine.” Aaron groaned as Emily straddled him on the couch only a few feet from where Hamilton was laying, eyes half open as every ounce of energy was focused on trying to draw enough breath into his lungs.

“Show him.” She gasped and his hand wrapped around her throat. Sometimes she thought he imagined what it would feel like to kill her this way and the rush that went through her made her whimper. She wasn’t afraid of his darkness, because she had wondered the same, had fantasized about his blood on her hands. That’s what made it fun, the fear of knowing how easily they could kill each other a thrill unlike most.

By the time Hamilton was dead they were blissfully exhausted. It had been a while since they had created this kind of mess and as Aaron got rid of the body, Emily was cleaning up the blood from the floor. It had become a way for her to come down from her high, the mix of blood and bleach comforting and by the time Aaron joined her she was almost done.

“Everything gone?” She asks and he nods. He smells acrid from the lye, as well as blood and she scrunches her nose. “You stink, let me finish this and then we can shower?”

“Oh do I?” He wraps his arms around her with a smirk. “You don’t like the smell of a work well done?”

“I like the smell of you.” She kisses him quickly and then moves from his embrace and grabs the rag she had used. “I still don’t like the cleanup.”

“That’s because you’ve been spoilt, baby.” His tone is teasing and she looks up at him with a huff. “Would you rather have us be caught?” He chuckles when she rolls her eyes.

“Obviously not. All I’m saying is that the lye smells horrible.”

“But it works.” He reminds her as he removes his jeans that he had put on while getting rid of the body and goes to throw them away with the rest of their clothes to be burned and thrown away far away from their rented house tomorrow.

When he comes back, Emily is just about done and he watches her in silence while she cleans the last of the blood up, then they both go through the house to make sure not to leave any evidence, wiping doorknobs and watching out for any missed spots of blood.

By the time they’re in bed it’s late and they’re tired and sated in the way they only were after a night spent like tonight.

“So, Florida huh?” She asks, her words tickling his neck as she lays halfway on top of him.

“Yeah, I thought we needed a break.” He kissed the top of her head.

“You just want to get me into a bikini.” She teases with a grin and looks up at him.

“Well that too. But you can’t blame me for that.” When he slaps her ass with a grin she chuckles.

“I guess you can’t.”

It’s been weeks and they’re still no closer to catching the unsubs who’s been roaming the country. They were careful about not leaving any evidence, but the pattern was all too clear. And then they finally got a break, a young prostitute had come forward while being questioned about a disappearance of a man with a less than stellar record. Dave immediately knew that it was them, the victim fitting into their unsubs pattern flawlessly.

“It seemed like a couple.” The detective on the other line tells him as he holds the phone between his ear and shoulder while waving Jason into his office.

“Did you get a description?” He asks and puts the detective on speaker as Jason closes the door and sits down across from him.

“They’re white, both of them dark hair and dark eyes. Maybe in their mid-thirties. The man was tall, seemingly strong because he knocked out the victim with one punch. The woman carried a gun, had threatened our witness with it and told her to leave.”

“How did you find your witness?” Jason cuts in, this was the biggest lead they’d had since starting their investigation.

“She’s a prostitute, she knew the victim they had a… history.”

“So he was her pimp? Or a client?”

“Seems like it. She didn’t want to talk, had to drag it out of her. “

“That’s usually the case.” Dave agrees as he watches the wheels turning in Jason’s head as he figures out the puzzle pieces.

“How long ago was the murder?” Jason pulls out a notebook and takes the pen Dave is already holding out for him.

“About five months ago. We considered this a cold case until she was brought in on other charges, that’s when one of my men found out her connection to the murdered victim.”

“Okay, thank you. If you get any other information, please call us. And can you send over the sketch of the unsubs?”

“Of course.”

After the call ended, it was silent in their office for a long time. It wasn’t until Jason sighed heavily as he leant back in his chair that Dave looked up from his own notebook where he kept information about the unsubs.

“Who knows how many they’ve killed, but the victims are clearly a type. Are we dealing with vigilantes here?” He asks as Jason stands up.

“I think so. Funny thing is, a team, a team with a woman no less, shouldn’t be this violent and they most certainly shouldn’t be able to stay together without killing each other.”

They looked at each other, wondering how long it would take for this case to completely unravel.

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From boys to men (Chapter 2/3)

A/N: This is a continuation of my fic From boys to men that was supposed to be a one-shot, but since I’m me and I love age-gap Hotchniss more than I should, this will now be a three-parter. Chapter one can be read here! Title: From boys to men (Chapter 2/3) Summary: From the moment Emily meets Aaron she knows that she has to have him, she doesn’t care that he’s older than her, doesn’t care that he’s Dave’s best friend. She wants him. Word count: 3,9k Rating: Explicit Warnings: Smut, oral sex, dirty talk, teasing, praise kink, jealousy, feelings, age difference, (Emily is 22, Aaron is 40-ish)

They had been doing this, whatever they were calling it, for almost three months now. It was fun, sneaking around, having a secret nobody else knew about. Ever since that first afternoon with him, Emily had realized just how better an older man did… well everything. It wasn’t just the sex, but the conversation, the small gestures, the way he could make her feel like the only woman in the world. He always made time for her, something she knew was something he didn’t have much off. And she appreciated every second of it.

It wasn’t dating, she knew that, had to remind herself that a man so much older than her only saw her as something fun, as a way to blow off steam. He used her and she used him too, a twisted game that she found herself loving every second off. It was exciting, the allure in him drawing her in just as easily now as it had the first time they met. But that didn’t stop her from thinking about him more than she should. And she knew that it was dangerous.

Her eyes drift to the clock on her wall as she flips the page of the book she’s paying absolutely no attention to. He was coming over, had texted her before getting on the plane after closing a case and as time dragged on, she felt her excitement only increase. They hadn’t seen each other in almost two weeks, but when her phone had dinged with the incoming message she didn’t even pretend to hesitate before agreeing.

When he knocks on her door she quickly gets up from the couch and looks over her appearance quickly, a smile on her face at her own reflection. She opens the door and is immediately greeted by dark eyes and furrowed brows as he takes in her lack of clothes.

Aaron’s eyes sweep over her form, mouth going dry by the sight of her in dark red underwear and garters, black stockings on her legs. She was a beautiful woman. He found her just as stunning in sweats as he did in lingerie, but the fact that she had taken the time to dress in something she knew he would love, made something in his chest warm while the dull ache of arousal settled low in his stomach. He grips the doorframe tighter, has to force himself to keep his composure but knows that she catches the way his jaw clenches at the sight of her. He had missed her, a feeling he knew he shouldn’t feel.

“Hi.” She breathes as she shivers from the intensity of his gaze. When he walks inside she backs up, barely even noticing the way the door slams behind him as he pushes her up against a wall and her hands grip the lapels of his suit jacket.

“This new?” He hooks a finger under the strap of her bra, voice already dropped low in that way she loves. His eyes follow his finger as he slowly trails it lower, over the cup of her bra and further down until he’s toying with the hem of her thong. When she nods he smiles, his breath mixing with hers as he stands pressed against her, forcing her to feel the power of him.

“Yeah.” She manages, already falling under his spell, she always did. She tries to kiss him but he keeps her trapped against the wall, his lips only grazing hers when he speaks and it’s driving her insane.

“Pretty.” He dips his fingers further down her underwear and is unsurprised to find her wet already. “Too bad you won’t be wearing it for long.”

At that she smirks, dark eyes gleaming up at him.

“That was always the point.”

“Is that so?” He hums, the sound vibrating against her chest as he slowly circles her clit and when she sucks in a breath he chuckles. “I see someone’s already excited.”

“You’ve been making me wait hours.” The slight irritation in her voice does not go unnoticed by him, but before he can say anything he feels her hand cupping him through his slacks. “Besides, I’m not the only one.” She squeezes his hard cock and when he swallows harshly she feels like that’s a win in itself.

He always wanted to be in control, and she relished the few occasions when she caught him off guard. For a moment she thinks she’s winning whatever battle of wills they’re playing but then it’s like he shakes himself out of whatever trance she was still under and he claims her lips in a bruising kiss.

His tongue sweeps over her bottom lip as he swallows down her surprised moan, his fingers dipping inside of her quickly and gathering her wetness on them before breaking the kiss and pushing his fingers between her lips.

“Don’t play games with me, sweet thing.” He mumbled and watched as she sucked her slick of his fingers, a low groan sounding in his throat at the feel of her tongue against the pads of his fingers. “Now, be the good girl I know you are and bend over the couch for me.”

Her mind is still reeling when he steps away from her, body buzzing with arousal. She feels his eyes on her the entire time as she walks the short distance to the couch and slowly bends over it until she’s leaning on her forearms on the seat and her hips are perched high over the back of it. The warmth of his body against her causes her to suck in a breath, his large hands caressing the outside of her thighs and up her hips slowly.

“Fuck I missed this.” He muses as he takes in pale skin and soft curves. “Been too long.” Slowly he kneels behind her, his tongue licking over one of her ass cheeks as he does.

“Then maybe you should do something about it.” She challenges, but her words pack little punch when her voice comes out breathy and bordering on shaking. Still, he snickers behind her, and she feels the soft puffs of air against her clothed center.

“I really should.” He agrees as he pulls her thong to the side to expose her fully to him. “Stay like this.” His words are mumbled, and he isn’t sure she even hears him, but he doesn’t care and instead licks through her slowly.

The moan that erupts from her is needy and she can feel his smug smirk against her folds as his arms wrap around her thighs to keep her open and still for him. She feels his tongue dip inside of her, feels the groan vibrate against her as he tastes her and she arches higher, giving herself fully to him. He had spent many nights taking her apart like this, had memorized exactly what got her off quickly and what would keep her right at the edge.

Tonight he wanted her to come fast and hard.

His lips wrapped around her clit, his tongue flicking it and Emily whimpered his name. With her eyes squeezed shut and hands gripping the fabric of her couch she stayed still as he pushed his tongue inside of her. His fingers were gripping so hard she knew she’d have bruises on her thighs, marks that she’d press on in the morning with nothing but fondness. There was something about having his marks on her body, something about the depravity of it all, that made her crave him again.

“Fuck!” She hissed through clenched teeth when he sucked her clit again, this time not stopping even when her thighs started to tremble and she was biting down on her bottom lip to keep from screaming.

Aaron felt his cock jerk at the breathy sounds coming from her, had been feeling the dark pull of want ever since he got on the plane. He knew how wrong it was, having Emily this way, but he also knew that it was part of the attraction, part of why it seemed impossible to stay away from her. She was like a drug, ever since that first time meeting her months ago, he had been falling victim to her. He should stop, but even when he’s tried he can’t seem to stop thinking about her, and not only the sex. She was funny, incredibly intelligent and strong-willed, having spent evenings arguing with him about the smallest things, and he found himself enjoying their time outside of the bedroom just as much as time spent in it. He wanted more, had wanted more for a long time but he hadn’t dared to voice it because all the reasons why they shouldn’t work kept ringing in his ears.

But he forces those thoughts away, because right now he had her like this, and for now that would have to be enough. Her moans are getting louder, and the sound brings him back to now. He kept his hold on her, kept sucking on her clit and when her legs started to tremble and her hips moved back against his face he knew she was close.

When she comes it’s hard and intense and her knees buckle from the pleasure. She knows he’ll catch her, his hold not lessening even as she shakes and buckles as she muffles her cries into the couch. He doesn’t stop even when she jerks away, in fact his grip only tightens as he sucks her clit harshly.

“T-too much.” She whimpers and she feels him shake his head behind her.

“You can take it.” He tells her simply before licking her clit again, his tongue flicking it quickly and she sucks in a breath.

It doesn’t surprise her that he makes her come again in less than a few minutes. Her body had responded to him from the moment she met him, and he had taken his time learning just how much she could take. She knew he enjoyed taking her apart, that he loved the power of it.

She’s panting, body sweaty and still trembling when he finally stands up. The sound of his zipper is loud as she pants in the otherwise quiet room and when he slaps the tip of his cock against her folds she blushes from the obscene sound of her slick.

“Do you want it?” His hand is soft as he caresses her back, fingers warm as they trail random patterns along her skin.

“Yes.” She gasps, back already arching and pushing back against him, desperately needing to feel him inside of her.

“What do we say?” His fingers grip her hair and tugs warningly. The pain in her hairline shoots straight to her clit.

“Yes, please.” She wants to hate how quickly she gives in to him, but she finds that she can’t. Especially not when he pushes inside of her, giving her what she wants.

“Mm, that’s my good girl.” He hums, satisfaction dripping from his words. He lets go of her hair only to hold her waist, his touch softer now as he enjoys the way her tight walls flutter around his shaft.

She starts to move back against him, and he gasps behind her. She throws him a smile over her shoulder, for all his boasting, he’s just as affected by her. He lets her move back and forth, creating friction for them as he watches the way her body takes him, feels her clenching and listens to her breathless moans. He gives her a few minutes of control, but he takes it back just as easily.

“Aaron!” She whines when he suddenly pushes her back against the backrest of the couch, his hands tight and his hips moving with fast, rough strokes. He’s strong, she’s always impressed by how strong he is, how easily he flips her or carries her, and tonight was no different.

The sound of skin against skin and breathless panting and low groans fill the apartment and Emily knows that her neighbors must be able to hear them. It wouldn’t be the first time.

“You want to come again?” He gets out through gritted teeth. The spasming around his shaft is getting him close but he refused to give in until he felt Emily coming around him.

“Yes, yes, yes.” She hisses at way he forced pleasure from her, hand between her legs and rubbing her clit and cock hitting deep inside of her. She’s moving back against him the best she can, fucking him back just as eagerly as he’s fucking her and when he pinches her clit he sends her crashing into another orgasm. She comes with a strangled cry, her vision blurring from the power of it and somewhere through the blood rushing through her ears she can hear him behind her, swearing, calling her name like a prayer.

He comes with a grunt, low and breathy as he holds her tight against him as he lets himself enjoy his release. They’re still panting, barely down from their respective highs when he pulls out only to gently tug her up and turns her to face him.

She smiles up at him, happy and sated and when he presses a kiss to her lips she hums.

“I missed you.” He tells her and she knows that the flutter in her belly is something she should ignore.

“I missed you too.” She sees him smiling before kissing her again and she takes his hand and leads him towards the bedroom. “Can you stay a while?” She asks as they lay down.

“Yes. I’ll stay all night.”

When she meets his eye there’s something more there, something different.

It’s a week later and ever since that night Emily had found herself thinking about him even more. She caught herself smiling at her phone when he texted her and every time it rang she hoped that it was him. It was ridiculous, up until their last night together she had been fine, but that night he had stayed and when he left early the next morning it felt like something had changed. They had talked, loosely, about what they were, about the unspoken rule between them that they shouldn’t get in too deep. And yet, there they were stuck somewhere between admitting that they both wanted more and knowing that they shouldn’t.

She was going to see him today, she knew. Because it was Dave’s birthday and he had invited her over for dinner. So she picked a dress she knew made her breast look good and hugged her body. They weren’t together, but she knew what she wanted and she wasn’t going to make it easy for him to not think about her if he had decided to stop seeing her.

Somewhere in the back of her mind all the reasons why she shouldn’t do this kept ringing. He’s Dave’s best friend, he’s almost twice her age, they’re in completely different phases of life. But she ignored all of them, because those had still been the reasons why not to go there when they started this thing, nothing had really changed. Except, apparently, the way she felt.

“Happy birthday Dave!” She smiles at the older man and lets him pull her into a tight hug. He smelled safe, the same cologne he had worn her whole life enveloping her like an old friend.

“Thank you, Bella.” He kisses her cheek and when she hands him the bottle of scotch he raises an eyebrow. He knew exactly how expensive that bottle was.

“What? You’re more of a parent to me than either of my parents, and it’s your birthday!” She pushes the bottle into his hands and walks inside, quickly heading towards the kitchen. “Do you need help with anything?”

“No, go get yourself a drink. Everybody’s already here so we’ll eat in a little bit.” He ushers her out of the kitchen, intent to keep Emily away from the oven at all costs.

“I’m sorry my parents couldn’t come.” She says and she means it, they usually always spent Dave’s birthday with him. But the older man only shrugs, he knew her parents probably better than anyone, he knew that their work was the most important thing to them.

“They’re still in Paris.” He gives her a flute of champagne and winks. “Besides, my favorite Prentiss is here.”

She laughs, but the sound catches in her throat when she notices Aaron coming towards them along with a woman that’s laughing at something he says. The jealousy was instant, made no better by the fact that the woman was beautiful and kind of similar to herself. They stop right in front of her and she’s never been happier for the political training she received as a child as she schools her features.

“Ah, Aaron perfect.” Dave says as he hands both of them glasses of champagne as well. “You remember Emily?”

“Yes, of course. It’s nice to see you again.” He nods curtly and her eyebrow arches just slightly.

“You too. Thanks for helping me with my AC.” She catches the way he tenses a little and that feels like a win. “And you are?” She turns to the dark-haired woman who’s smiling kindly at her.

“I’m Beth.” She extends her hand and Emily shakes it. “I’m Dave’s publicist.”

“I’m the happy matchmaker and I have to say a good one too.” Dave laughs at the slightly embarrassed chuckle that leaves Beth while Aaron just shakes his head at his best friend. And Emily wants to kill him.

“Nice to meet you.” She forces a smile and then takes a step back. “Excuse me, I have to use the restroom before dinner, we all know how pedantic Dave can be when it comes to his cooking.” She barely hears the laughs before she turns and hurries through the house, she feels her cheeks flush and the jealousy burn like iron in her stomach. It’s jealousy she shouldn’t feel, but it’s too late. She wets some paper with cold water and presses it to her neck.

“Get it together Emily.” She tells her reflection.

By the time she comes back it’s already time for dinner and she thanks whatever lucky star she has that she’s seated between Dave and another old friend of his, Jason Gideon. It gives her more time to calm, to come up with a plan that didn’t end with her being a mess.

In the end it’s simple, if he’s going to make her jealous, she wasn’t going to make it easy for him to ignore her.

So she spent the night making sure that she got his attention, pushed close against him when walking past or bending over as she helped clear glasses from the table. It was working, his dark eyes on her, his jaw clenching and she couldn’t help the smug smile on her face.

As the night carries on, she finds herself being one of the last people to leave. Only Aaron, Beth and Dave’s girlfriend Erin still left. She had barely spoken to Aaron, but she knew she had his attention, his dark gaze rarely leaving her.

Aaron walks into the kitchen in search of another bottle of red when he sees her. She’s leaning over the counter, her cleavage showing as she licks chocolate sauce from a spoon. Her eyes find him and she smirks at the way his eyes zero in on her when she licks her bottom lip.

“Having a good time?” She asks casually and he feels the urge to touch her, had wanted to grab on to her and not let go all night.

“It’s a dinner, much like many else I’ve been to.” He takes a couple of steps closer to her and looks around to make sure they’re alone. “Stop that.”

“Stop what?” She feigns dumb and licks more chocolate sauce from her spoon. He follows her pink tongue with his eyes, he knew exactly what she could do with that tongue and it was driving him insane.

Ever since their last night together he had wanted to be with her again. Something was different, or maybe it was just the fact that he had stopped trying to ignore that his feelings towards her were more than primal. But he wanted her, and then she showed up looking like a goddess and he could feel his brain malfunction.

“You know exactly what.” He wraps his hand around her wrist to keep her from dipping the spoon into the bowl for a third time.

“What’s your problem?” She twists out of his hold and turns to him.

“My problem is that when you do that all I can think about is how badly I want to kiss you.” He tells her lowly and she chuckles, the sound bordering on sarcastic.

“Is that right? Is that why you brought a date?” She says the words without thinking but the second she does she can see the way his mind is reeling. He’s a profiler, of course he would have caught on.

“Is that why you’ve been behaving like this? You’re jealous?” He laughs and the sound makes her furious. Her eyes narrow but she doesn’t say anything, she didn’t want to cause a scene in Dave’s home, so instead she walks away. “Emily, wait!”

“We’re done here.” She mutters as she hurries towards the patio where she knew she’d be alone. He follows her, his steps long and determined but she doesn’t stop until she’s outside breathing some fresh air. She continues further away from the house, to where they couldn’t be seen from inside with Aaron still following her closely.

“Leave me alone.” She tells him, her voice surprisingly steady even as anger flows through her veins.

“It’s not like that.” He tries to take her hand but she pulls away.

“It’s not what?” She huffs, her arms crossing over her chest. “This isn’t you using me for whatever ego boost you’re getting until someone like her comes along?”

“What? No!” His eyebrows furrow, feeling sad that she’d think he’d ever think of her that way. “I didn’t know that she would be here. Dave set me up.”

At that she faulters.

“What?” Suddenly she feels mortified, cheeks flushing in embarrassment and she looks down at the ground.

“I have no interest in her.” He gently grabs her chin and makes her look back at him. “I don’t want her, Emily.” He takes a step closer to her and smiles when she relaxes enough to uncross her arms.

“Then what do you want?” She can feel herself holding her breath as she waits for his reply. Suddenly everything felt real in a way it never had before.

“I want you.” He takes her hand and when she doesn’t pull away this time he squeezes it.

“Really?” She takes a step closer to him, breathes in his familiar scent and enjoys the heat of him as he wraps his arms around her.

“Yeah. I’m not saying it’ll be easy. We have some… obstacles.”

“Like the fact that you’re old?” She laughs when he narrows his eyes at her and he pinches her side.

“Brat.” He mutters and she smiles at him before they turn serious again. “Do you want to do this? With me?” He asks quietly.

“I do. I want you.” She pulls him into a kiss, and even though they had kissed probably 100 times before, this one felt different. It felt like a promise.

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The darkest parts of me (2/5)

Title: The darkest parts of me (2/5) Summary: They find each other in a dark world where they do twisted things. The only way things could have become more dangerous, is if they were together. Funny how life turns out.

Unsub!Hotchniss AU. Word count: 2,9k Rating: Explicit Warnings (for most or all chapters): smut, descriptions of violence, descriptions of murder, gore (nothing too explicit), mentions of weapons

It was supposed to be one night of pleasure, but it didn’t turn out that way.

One night turns into more and he knows that they should stop. Because the craving was increasing, getting worse as his need to kill grows. He should leave Washington, but for some reason he doesn’t, and he tries to ignore the thought that maybe Joan was the reason. Then one night the need becomes too much, and he finds a man, a scum of a human to take back to his apartment with a promise of drugs.

When he punches him hard enough for bones to break he feels the release he’s been needing, and he takes his time, savors every scream, enjoys every whimper. Maybe that’s why he loses track of how much time actually passes, maybe that’s why he doesn’t hear the knock on his front door or the soft hello from the hallway. He’s in the middle of cleaning up the blood and when he looks up, she’s there.

“Joan-” He starts but stops at the way she doesn’t look afraid.

“What happened?” Emily looks at the pools of red, smells bleach and lye and she should walk away. She had left this life behind. But she feels the familiar pull in her stomach, feels adrenaline and the rush she had missed terribly since she left Ireland, so she stays.

“He broke in.” He says it slowly, the lie sliding off his tongue easily as he stands up. His eyes stay on hers, there’s something about the way her cheeks flush and how she looks more relaxed than he’s ever seen her that immediately makes him feel at ease.

“You’re lying.” She whispers as he walks towards her, a shudder running through her when he comes close enough to touch. His eyes are hard, the darkness of his orbs reflecting something close to vehemence and she feels her thighs clench in response to his violence. “Tell me what happened.” He smells of blood, the sweet and metallic smell mixing with the intense smell of bleach and she breaths in through her nose, inhaling the familiar scent greedily.

“You’re not afraid?” He takes off his gloves and grabs her jaw, his fingers gripping tightly. His knuckles are bruised and swollen and she doesn’t as much as flinch as she keeps her eyes on his.

“No.” She smirks and her eyes flicker with want, making them even darker than usual. When he smiles back she knows that whatever it was that had attracted her to him in the first place, was even more dangerous than anything she’d ever had before.

That night she finds out about his past and as she tells him about hers, he listens intently. She tells him her name, her real name that she hadn’t used for years and as she helps him clean up the mess in his home, she realizes that the connection between them was something more hazardous than either of them had expected.

Before Aaron, Emily never had to deal with the clean-up, one of Ian’s men always taking care of it for them. But Aaron teaches her, and together they find themselves finding a new kind of release. He was addicted to the kill, the chase, Emily was addicted to the power of it.

“You get off on it.” He stated after their first kill together. They had travelled to New York, and after he had watched Emily end another man’s life she had pressed him against a wall. The way she clawed at him, tugged his clothes and fucked him right then and there was more than enough for him to know.

“I do.” She smiles, cheeks still flushed and hair wild. “But I don’t get off on the torture like you do.”

“I only kill those who deserve it.” He rolls on top of her and traps her between his body and the bed. His hand hovers over her throat and when she nods he squeezes tight. “I torture men who are rotten, men that this world is better without.”

When Emily licks her bottom lip he groans and let’s go of his hold.

“I want to watch next time.” She spreads her legs wide and she feels his hard cock against her naked thigh, already ready for another round. “But I want to finish him off.”

“Deal.” He thrusts inside of her roughly and enjoys the way she gasps at the stretch. “I’ll teach you how to use the knife.”

“But I like my gun.” She squirms when he stays still, hips pressed against hers and almost uncomfortably big. She buckles her hips, needing him to move.

“Ah-ah, that’s how you get caught.” He bites her neck and she hisses, her nails digging into his skin in warning and he starts to thrust. They could talk more about this later, right now all he wanted was to hear the way she moaned his name.

Money was never an issue for either of them, Aaron had saved his whole life and always took a little from each of his victims, Emily still had her funds and money from her years with Ian. It had been surprisingly easy as she got him a whole new identity to use and as they traveled to South Carolina together, Aaron realized just how much easier it was being a pair than a single man traveling alone.

“What about him?” Emily asked as they sat in a bar in Georgetown, having a drink as they watched people walking by. They hadn’t killed in almost a month and she couldn’t help missed the raw danger that she now associated with the rush of arousal and Aaron.

“You can’t choose someone at random, I told you, we need to know if he deserves it.” His warped sense of justice causes her to smile. She had never really given much thought to who deserved to die and who didn’t, she had always just thought about the way it made her feel. She wasn’t patient enough for the chase, maybe that’s why she had met him, she thought. Aaron grounded her in a way no one ever had.

“What?” He mutters and she realizes that he had caught her staring.

“I just, never thought I’d meet someone like you. Someone so similar and yet so different.” It wasn’t logical, it wasn’t the kind of love she’d grown up reading about. It was more, the way he made her feel addictive. It had only been a few months, but she couldn’t imagine life without him anymore. Their destructiveness was something that she knew was dangerous, but couldn’t see herself without.

He smiles at her words, they were rarely soft with each other, both getting off on the cruelty of it all, but he knew he’d never felt the way he did for someone else, not even Haley. He takes her hand and rubs his thumb over the top of hers, feeling her soft skin.

“Come on, I know where to go.”

He takes her to a part of the city that he knows has a high crime rate and as they sit in their rental car he keeps his hand on her thigh. It’s warm outside, so she was wearing a dress and when his fingers skim over her smooth skin he notices the way she shivers, always just a touch away from needing more.

“Pay attention.” He says lowly with a knowing smirk and then watches her as she watches the street. It doesn’t take long before two men walk past their car and into an alley. He takes notice of the way they speak to each other, how the quick flash of a gun gleams under the streetlight before they disappear from sight and he notices that Emily has seen it too.

“Let’s go.” She says and gets out of the car, Aaron right behind her.

They walk in silence, just barely catches the drug deal before one of the men turns to walk the other way. Emily knew that wouldn’t be enough of a reason for Aaron to want either of them dead. But then the second man walks straight up to a woman who couldn’t be more than 18, a life on the street already forcing her to use her body to survive. The conversation between the man and the woman is quiet, until it’s not. They watch as he grabs her and she fights but he’s stronger and bigger and when he reaches for his gun she stops struggling.

“You’re coming with me one way or the other, are you going to make it hard?” The man says, gun still pointed towards the woman who looks at him with teary eyes.

“Please, don’t kill me.” She whispers, taking a slow step backwards.

They’re still hidden away in the dark and Aaron takes advantage of the fact. He hits him in the back of the head, then punches him again and knocking him out.

“Leave.” Emily tells the woman who’s looking at them, stuck somewhere between fear and surprise. “Get out of here.” When the woman still doesn’t move Emily sighs and pulls out her gun. “Now.”

She runs away, barely sparing them another glance as Aaron starts to drag the man back further into the alley.

“Go get the car so I don’t have to carry him the entire way.” He tells her and she catches the car key he throws her way.

“Do you think she’ll talk?” She asks, eyes still on the retrieving form of the woman.

“No, she won’t deal with cops unless she’s arrested herself.” He knew women like her, they never talked to the police, even when they should.

Emily takes his word for it with a nod and then walks back through the alley to get the car. She drives around the building, makes sure that she stays hidden out of streets lights and cameras and when Aaron puts the body of the man in the trunk, she feels excitement run through her.

They’ve rented a small house on the outskirts of town, far away from other residents. It comes in handy, Emily realizes as she hears the loud screams coming from the man each time Aaron cuts him with his knife. She had never found blood or the mess thrilling, but as she watched Aaron, effortlessly powerful, twisted in all the ways she was, she found a steady pulse of arousal beating between her legs.

Aaron takes a break and looks up at her as she watches him from a stool, a glass of red wine in hand. He’s sweaty, his heart beating wildly in his chest. He never thought he’d enjoy being watched this way, but as Emily’s breathing hitches and cheeks flush pink he realizes that he does.

“How many women have you hurt?” He uses his foot to roll the man onto his back and looks down at his bloody face. There’s no answer, only grunts of pain and fear. “You don’t even know, do you? Filth.” His foot connects to his stomach and when the gurgling wheeze of a mouth filled with blood is the only sound heard Aaron feels the euphoria he’s always chasing. “Come on sweetheart, finish him off.”

Emily reaches for her gun on the countertop but he stops her with a shake of his head.

“You think you feel powerful with the gun? Just wait until you use the knife.” He smirks and she carefully drops the gun back on the counter. So far she had stuck to her gun but Aaron had encouraged her to stop ever since they started killing together.

She knew that a gun was easier to trace, that he was right when he said that she should change things up. When her fingers grasp the knife her hand shakes from nerves and adrenaline, but he only nods reassuringly at her.

“Please-” The man on the floor pleads and the rush of power is immediate as she kneels down next to him.

“Begging will get you nowhere.” She holds his stare as she raises the knife. The feeling of steel slicing through flesh is foreign, the heat of blood on her hand new and she stares, wide-eyed at the way the floor is colored red.

“Going for the neck, smart choice.” Aaron says behind her, voice thick with barely restrained want.

She doesn’t stand back up until she’s sure the man is dead and when she does Aaron grabs her tightly, his hands shaking against her hips.

“You’re so pretty like this baby.” He tells her and she lets go of the knife and grabs his shirt instead, not caring that she’s ruining the material as she does.

She pulls him into a rough kiss, her tongue immediately seeking out his as they leave the mess they’ve made on the floor for the time being. He tastes like danger and adrenaline, metallic and Aaron and she moans softly as his hands starts to tug her dress up her hips.

He hears the fabric of her dress tearing as he forces it off her body and swiftly picks her up and her legs wrap around him. Even through his shirt and her underwear, he feels the heat of her between her legs and he growls against her lips. He needs her, needs to feel her and with that thought in mind he places her on the counter. She seems just as desperate for him, her fingers working on each button of his shirt with an impatient huff until she gives up and rips the shirt open, sending buttons flying.

The marble is cold against her heated skin but she barely registers it, her sole focus on him. She watches as he pushes his jeans and boxers down just enough for his cock to spring free, then helps him with her panties by lifting her hips as he drags them down her legs. His teeth are bruising her as he bites down on the soft flesh of her breast and when she moans at the pain he looks at her with something close to madness.

“Fuck me.” She tells him, her fingers tight in his hair as she pulls him up to kiss him. “Make me come.”

Aaron nods into another messy kiss, mostly tongue and heavy breaths but he doesn’t care. Emily drunk off the power of a fresh kill was his favorite kind of Emily. The heat of her as he rubs the tip of his cock through her makes him suck in a breath, her slick shiny on her thighs.

“Your wish, my command.” He whispers and the way her lips tug into a satisfied smirk goes straight to his cock. His grip on her is bruising when he pushes inside of her. He takes his time, lets her feel every inch of him until he’s pressed flush against her.

Her eyes drift closed as he starts to pull out, keeping the same slow pace. Normally they’re frantic, desperate to be pleased and to please, but the way he’s teasing them both is driving her insane in the best way possible. She can’t move, his hold is too tight and she can tell that he knows just how much he’s teasing her from the way he’s smirking at her.

“Harder, fuck me like you mean it.” She grunts, voice tight with frustration and she’s once again impressed by his self-control. But it seems like he’s done teasing only a few strokes later and instead he fucks into her faster, hard enough for her body to jolt and she bites down a loud moan.

“You can scream, no one’s going to hear you.” He lets go of her hip and moves his hand between her legs, his thumb starting to rub her clit. She leans back against the counter, resting her weight on her elbows as she watches him with hooded eyes. He’s sweaty, his body shining with it, his hands red and stained with dried blood, small specks of it on his neck and face. The visual mixed with how he’s touching her causes her to cry out as her head falls back.

“It’s so good.” She gasps, eyes hooded and mouth slack.

It’s not long until she feels the coiling in her belly and she can tell that he’s close as well. He’s rubbing her clit in fast circles, his muscles tense. Then he pulls her up so she’s sitting again, his lips claiming hers in a bruising kiss.

“Come with me.” He grunts and she nods. Her arms wrap around his neck and when he bites down on her shoulder she moans at the painful pleasure. She comes with a scream, her body shuddering as her muffles more sounds against his neck. The feeling of his release only prolongs her pleasure, the heat of him inside of her making her gasp as his hips stutter against hers.

Aaron doesn’t move away until his breathing has slowed and his heart rate has returned to normal. When he looks down at her, he sees the same relaxation on her face that he feels himself.

“We’re too good at this.” She smiles and he chuckles before kissing her forehead.

“Sex or murder?” He asks, half teasingly.

“Both.”

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i need a hotchniss proposal fic if you will ever write one with or without smut! you write so well im sure it will be great whatever it is <3

A/N: Thank you Anon, that is so sweet of you! I hope you enjoy this little fluff!

Title: Darling, this is more than everything Summary: In the end, it’s nothing short of a miracle that Emily doesn’t figure out earlier that he’s carried the ring around for months. Word count: 3,6k Rating: General Warnings: None, it's all fluff

Aaron knew he wanted to marry Emily after only a few weeks of dating. It was strange, being so sure about another person. He had never been very trusting, and after Haley he never imagined falling in love again, let alone loving someone like he loved Emily.

It hit him out of nowhere one morning. She had gotten up earlier than him and he found her in the kitchen with Jack, talking to him with a smile so comforting that Aaron felt his heart ache with adoration for her. And that’s when he knew.

Of course, he didn’t say anything about it, they were just starting out, both of them still had walls and issues of their own to deal with, even as they built a life together.

“I’ve never loved anybody like I love you.”

The words make him stop, because they come out of nowhere and he looks at Emily who’s sitting on the couch with a book in her lap. She was usually never the one to be so straight forward with her feelings, still had trouble expressing them sometimes even after almost a year of dating.

She’s blushing, her teeth digging into her bottom lip, like she hadn’t expected the words herself. But he’s smiling, smiling so big she’s sure it must hurt his cheeks.

“I’ve never loved anybody like I love you either, sweetheart.” He tells her as he takes the book from her lap and places it on the coffee table. When he kisses her it’s with all the promises he still hasn’t told her out loud.

As they lay in bed later that night he finds himself wondering what kind of ring she’d want.

He doesn’t mention his plans to anyone, and yet he’s unsurprised that JJ figures it out first. She was more perceptive than people thought and she knew him well, probably better than most.

“Are you proposing to Emily?” She asks when they’re alone and packing up after a case and he catches the smile on her face.

“Why would you ask that?” He continues to stack pipers into piles to be put into boxes and JJ chuckles.

“Because when you look at her I swear you look like your hearts stops beating and because it’s been more than a year, and you already live together.” She stops when he looks at her with a heavy brow and a knowing look and she faulters for a second. “And maybe because I saw when you stole one of her rings from her dresser last week when we had dinner.”

There it was, he thought. He looks at her for another couple of seconds and then relaxes.

“Don’t tell anyone.” He can’t help the way he laughs at the way JJ’s whole face lights up in excitement.

“I won’t.” She looks back to where she sees Derek and Emily walk towards them and she hurriedly asks. “When?”

“I haven’t decided yet.” He says quietly and finishes up putting the last few stacks of papers into boxes when Emily walks into the small conference room they had been working in, Derek right behind her.

“You’re awfully slow today.” She teases and comes to stand next to him, her hand finding his. They were done with the case, could finally let go of Hotch and Prentiss for a moment to simply be themselves.

“If you had helped it would have gone faster.” He quips and she fakes annoyance, her eyebrows furrowing even as she’s biting the inside of her cheek to keep her smirk at bay.

“I’ll have you know we were doing very important things.”

“Mhm sure, like what?” JJ asks and when Emily looks at her best friend she’s sure she can see happiness on her face that she hasn’t seen in a while.

“Coffee breaks are important for the soul.” Derek answers for her and she throws a crumbled up piece of paper at him.

“Good job ‘not letting the boss know we’re slacking off’, Morgan.” When she’s met with Derek’s laugh and Aaron’s heavy browed frown she shrugs and bats her eyelashes.

“It’s a good thing I love you.” He mutters she grins winningly.

He finds the ring he wants a couple of months later. It’s simple, a white gold band with a diamond that he knows Emily won’t find to be too much but is still a decent carat. He’s walking out of the jewelry store, the box still in his hand when he collides with somebody out of nowhere.

“Oh, excuse me- Hotch?” Derek looks at him in surprise. “Sorry I didn’t see you. What are you doing here?”

“I had some errands-” He starts but he can already see the other man look at the store he just walked out of, eyes soon finding the box in his hand, and he stops trying to explain as Derek grins.

“So it’s finally time huh?” He beams, his warm hand landing on his shoulder as he squeezes it. “Your secret is safe with me.”

“Thank you.” He smiles at him and puts the box in his inside pocket.

“Come on, let me buy you a drink to celebrate.”

Even if Aaron had wanted to object, he knew there wasn’t a point.

He wants to propose the moment he has the ring, but he also wants to make it special. So he waits, and in that time Spencer figures it out. Aaron knew he’d never really understand the youngest man of their team’s brain, how he notices patterns and changes so easily.

But one night he knocks on his office door, a look of uncertainty on his face and Aaron immediately stops writing.

“Are you alright Reid?” He asks as Spencer closes the door carefully behind him.

“Yes. I just, I wanted to talk to you about something.”

He motions for him to sit down and he straightens in his chair but he stays quiet and waits for whatever Spencer needs to say.

“JJ is my best friend.” He starts and it only makes Aaron confused. “But before Doyle, before Paris, Emily was the one I trusted more than anyone. She never judged me.”

“If this is about us not telling you about faking her death-” He starts but is quickly cut off by the younger man.

“No. No it’s not that.” Spencer straightens slightly in his chair, his eyes meeting Aaron’s darker ones. “I trust her with everything, and I know she trusts you with everything, including her heart.”

“Reid-” He starts again but he’s interrupted again.

“When you propose, you have to be sure. About her, about your relationship.” He says and he sees the way Aaron looks at him in surprise, eyebrows knitted together.

“Have I done something that makes you think I’m not?” He finally asks and Spencer shakes his head.

“No, and I know you make each other happy, probably happier than I’ve ever seen either of you. But just… be sure.” He sits for another few seconds before nodding and then stands.

“I am.” Aaron stands too and walks around the desk. To Spencer’s surprise, Aaron pulls him into a hug. “Thank you for looking out for her.” He says before letting go and he sees the other man relax, a small smile on his face.

Spencer starts to walk toward the door but he’s stopped by the sound of Aaron voice.

“How did you know?” He asks a mix of disbelief and amusement on his face.

“I just did.”

The night he had planned to propose the first time, they’re called away on a case last minute and the disappointment he feels is close to overbearing. Emily notices the moment his face drops after the phone call.

“Are you alright, honey?” She takes his hand over the table they’re sitting at, not even halfway through their main course yet.

“Yeah, but we gotta go, we have a case and it can’t wait until the morning.” He squeezes her hand and musters a smile that he hopes seems genuine.

“You know that’s not why I’m asking.” She stands up and lets him help her with her jacket.

“I just wanted a night with you.” He kisses her softly and then grabs his own coat. “We have to go.”

Dave knows something is wrong almost as quickly as Emily did. Not that he should be surprised, the older man had always been exceptional at reading him. He doesn’t say anything until they’re flying back three days later. It had been three excruciating days, barely any sleep and they were still too late to save a family from the torment of losing a child. So the moment they take off they’re all resting, getting some much-needed sleep. Everyone except Dave and Aaron.

“Want to tell me what’s been bothering you?” Dave sets two glasses of scotch down at the table and then sits across from him at the two-person table in the corner.

“We lost a child and the unsub committed suicide.” He mutters dryly and Dave tilts his head slightly to the side.

“Yeah, it’s a huge loss. But that isn’t what’s been on your mind.” He takes a sip of the amber liquid in his glass, his ice clinking slightly as he does. When Aaron just shakes his head, the older man sighs, but he won’t give up. Then he catches how dark eyes move through the cabin, no doubt seeking out Emily who’s sleeping next to JJ at the four-person table. “So it’s about Emily?”

“Dave, not now.” He tries arguing but he knows the other man well and when all he’s met with is a look of exasperation he sighs heavily. When Dave had a feeling something was wrong, he never could let it go, a trait of his that was annoying as well as comforting. With that thought in mind, Aaron looked around to see if everyone was still asleep and realized that everyone on the plane already knew, except Dave and Emily. “I was going to propose, but we got called in.”

“Oh.” Is all he says and the close to nonchalant attitude makes Aaron slightly irritated. “Then you’ll just try again.”

“How long have you known?” He asks and when Dave leans forward over the table, a kind smile on his face, Aaron takes a sip of his drink.

“That you’ve bought the ring already? Just found that out. That you’ll marry her someday? Since long before you got together.” He raises his glass in a cheers and then drinks the rest of his scotch.

Aaron realizes that since the whole team already knows, that he should tell Penelope as well, it was only fair. The only problem was, the bubbly blonde couldn’t keep a secret to save her life. So he doesn’t tell her for another few weeks, not until he’s planned the proposal in every detail.

“I’m going to propose to Emily tomorrow night.” He tells her in her office and he’s never been happier that the room was close to soundproof when Penelope screams in excitement.

“Oh my gosh! This is so freaking exciting! Where? How? Tell me everything! Do you have the ring? Oh oh can I see it?” She rambles and Aaron can’t help but to laugh because her enthusiasm was always contagious, but especially today.

“I’m taking her out to dinner at her favorite restaurant, and then after dinner we’ll walk over to the Watergate hotel and have a drink on their rooftop bar, and there with a view of the Potomac I’ll ask her.” He pulls out the ring and while Penelope had been clapping and gasping, she goes silent when she sees the ring.

“This is beautiful. She will love it.” She smiles, tears in her eyes and Aaron finds himself wondering how she’s capable of such genuine joy for the people around her.

“Thank you.” He has barely put the ring back in his pocket before she pulls him into a tight hug.

“I’m so happy for you.”

Emily knows something is up the moment she wakes up. It was a Saturday and they had the weekend off, and yet, Aaron was already out of bed. She hears him in the kitchen, and as she walks towards the clattering of plates she smells coffee and French toast.

“What’s this?” She asks with a smile as she watches the spread of fresh fruit and jams on the table.

“We made you breakfast.” Jack smiles, carrying glasses to the table.

“I see that, what’s the occasion?” She ruffles his hair as he walks by and then goes to stand next to Aaron who’s putting the toast up on plates.

“No occasion, we just thought we’d show you some appreciation today.” He kisses her temple and then she pulls him into a kiss that makes Jack look away in embarrassment.

“You’re planning something.” She smiles against his lips but he shakes his head no. “Liar.”

The morning is spent together as a family and as the day goes on, Aaron finds himself getting more excited, as well as nervous. After breakfast, Jack headed over to his friend’s house, where he would be spending the night, and Aaron took the opportunity to show Emily just how much he loved her.

They spent the day together, just enjoying each other and relaxing until Emily needed to start getting ready to go out. While she was showering, he placed the bouquet of flowers he had bought her on the bed and then cleaned up around the apartment until he too, needed to get ready.

She had tried to get it out of him all day, had even bribed Jack with comic books but the 9-year-old had refused with a toothy grin. When she gets out of the shower she sees the flowers, huge red roses with a small card attached that she’s careful to pick up.

I love you, now and forever.

As she reads the words she feels her stomach knotting in excitement. They hadn’t talked much about marriage, not in any detail at least, because it was unspoken between them that they wanted to spend the rest of their lives together. She didn’t need the ring or a wedding, but as she reread the note, she realized that she wanted it. Suddenly this day made sense. She smells the roses, a smile on her face that she can’t seem to control.

The smile doesn’t leave her face even as she gets dressed, choosing a dark blue dress she knows Aaron loves and then does her make up. When she comes out of their bedroom he’s already waiting for her.

“These are beautiful.” She tells him and holds the flowers up before moving to the kitchen to put them in water.

“Not as beautiful as you. But nothing is.” He hugs her from behind, his lips lingering against her neck and she shivers from his proximity.

“You’re so cheesy.” She turns her head enough to kiss him and he hums into it.

“Only sometimes.” He lets go of her and takes her hand. “Are you ready to go?”

“Yeah.”

The food is amazing, it always was and Emily enjoyed every second of it. They talked easily, they always had and in between bites of steak and sips of wine they enjoyed spending time together. It had been a while since they had a whole day to just be together, to enjoy each other.

“It was so good.” She sighs happily as they walk hand in hand after dinner. The streets were busy, a Saturday night never dull in DC and Aaron keeps her close as they make their way toward the hotel.

“It really was.” He smiled and let go of her hand, only to wrap his arm around her shoulders. “Are you cold?”

“No, I’m perfect.” She smiled and let him lead the way. Once they were in the elevator she pulled him into a kiss. “This whole day has been incredible.”

“Good.” He stamped another kiss to her lips just as the elevator doors opened and they were led to a table. They ordered their drinks and as Emily looked out at the view, he couldn’t help but to marvel at just of beautiful she was, how happy she made him.

And then it hit him.

Emily wouldn’t want something grand, she hated being the center of attention and saying yes with a bunch of people around them didn’t feel right. He had been so focused on getting the day perfect, that he forgot to think about what suited them. It’s a split-second decision, but as the glasses of champagne are placed in front of them, he knows he doesn’t want to propose like this. It didn’t feel right.

But it wouldn’t stop him from enjoying this night with her.

“Cheers, sweetheart.” He picks up his flute and waits until she has too. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” She feels her cheek flush from excitement, she knew that any moment he would pull out a ring. But then it didn’t happen and as Aaron paid the bill a couple of hours later she was feeling embarrassed that she had even thought that he would propose.

She didn’t want to show her disappointment, didn’t want him to think that she hadn’t enjoyed their day or that she didn’t appreciate the effort he had put into it, because she did. Still, she was painfully reminded that her ring finger was empty when he took her hand as they waited for a cab.

“Are you okay sweetheart?” Aaron asked, she had gotten quieter, her smile seeming a little less bright as they were heading home.

“I’m alright, just a little tired I guess.” She leaned her head on his shoulder for a couple of seconds before a car rolled up and they got in.

“Are you sure?” He asked as they started to drive off and she nodded, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“I’m sure honey.”

But her mood doesn’t go back to how happy she had been, in fact she seemed sad. It doesn’t take Aaron long to figure out why, he realized that she had probably figured out his plan sometime during the day and he refused to have their day end on anything else but a high.

“How about some tea?” He asked as they walk through the door and she nods.

“Yeah that sounds good, just let me get changed.” She quickly goes to change and remove her makeup and while she does, Aaron gets changed too and puts the kettle on. He pours the water once it’s done and grabs the tea bags. He sets the mugs down on the coffee table, then grabs a rose from the bouquet and places that and the ring box next to her mug. She comes out just as he sits down, face free of makeup, her hair in a messy ponytail and of his shirts on her body.

“Thank you.” She mumbles and takes the mug as she sits close to him, her hand resting on his thigh.

“You’re welcome sweetheart.” He smiles at how she doesn’t see it at first, is actually surprised at just how long it takes her to notice the box on the table in front of her. But when she does, her whole body tenses.

“Is that…?” She looks from the box to him and back and slowly reaches for it. When she opens the box it still takes her a couple of seconds before she gasps. “Aaron are you kidding me?!” She starts to laugh, unable to control it in the midst of everything she’s feeling. “I waited all night and you chose now to ask me?!”

“Yes,” He takes the box from her and takes the ring out as he faces her. “I had today planned out, but I realized that having this moment with you, alone, would be even more special than anything else.” When he looks into her eyes they’re shining with tears and he can feel his own emotions starting to get the best of him.

“Emily, will you marry me?” His voice shakes slightly, thick with emotions and she’s nodding before he’s even finished his sentence.

“Yes, of course I will.” She swallows down a sound somewhere between a sob and a laugh and when he places the ring on her finger she barely waits until it’s on before she lunges herself at him, kissing him deeply.

“How do you think it’s going? Should we call them?” Penelope asks, close to vibrating in place as she sits next to Spencer on JJ’s couch.

“No, we are not calling them.” Dave stares the blonde down who pouts.

“What if she said no?” Derek teases and JJ immediately hits him on the shoulder hard enough for him to wince. “I was kidding, easy!

“They might not even tell us until Monday.” Spencer shrugs and then avoids the pillow Penelope throws at him.

“I made him promise to text-”

The sudden ding of five phones going off at the same time interrupts her and all of them quickly looks at their phones. The cheers around the room are almost loud enough to wake up Henry when they see the text message with the attached photo of Emily holding her hand up, showing off the ring.

Aaron: She said yes!

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Hiii I just reread your Wherever you will go I'll follow fic. I'm just wondering, would you like to consider an alternate ending where they divorce and move on? It could be a bittersweet ending where they still feel like the other one is their other half, but they couldn't repair what's broken. However, in the end, they will always run to each other if the other one needs them.

Hi Anon!

No I’m sorry I don’t think I’ll write an alternative ending to that one since I’m not really a fan of alternative endings. But I might to a part two with them dealing with the aftermath cause I think I have that ask somewhere in my inbox💛

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The darkest parts of me (1/5)

A/N: Hey everyone! This is a new multi-chapter AU with Unsub!Hotchniss.

Trigger warning: I want to make it clear to everyone that this is pretty dark, easily my most twisted story and there will be descriptions of blood and murder, as well as smut (even if it’s not the main focus of the story) so if you’re triggered by that, please do not read this one!

Title: The darkest parts of me (1/?) Summary: They find each other in a dark world where they do twisted things. The only way things could have become more dangerous, is if they were together. Funny how life turns out.

Unsub!Hotchniss AU. Word count: 1,8k Rating: Explicit Warnings (for most or all chapters): smut, descriptions of violence, descriptions of murder, gore (nothing too explicit), mentions of weapons

When Emily was a child she had wanted to become many things when she grew up. She knew that she wasn’t like everyone else, that the desire for power and control wasn’t what other girls her age wanted. The first thing she could remember was wanting to be was a queen, but as she got a little older she wanted to become a diplomat, like her mother. She realized quickly that was only to soothe her mother’s ego. For years she wanted to become someone who helped people, but then she turned 15 and soon she found herself scared and hurt in a foreign country where she lost her faith and her whole life changed.

That’s when she grew up, when life changed from fantasy and she realized that life wasn’t something to dream away anymore. She distanced herself from her parents, found other people like her, young and maybe a little broken. A couple of years went by and she found herself falling in deeper with the type of people her parents had always warned her about. And she didn’t care, in fact, she found comfort in it.

It was easier than she had thought, emptying her accounts and cutting off contact completely with the two people who were considered her family, and the few people she still considered friends. She used her freedom and funds to become someone else, Lauren Reynolds. Her new identity made her feel more free than she’d ever felt.

That is when she met Ian. She had been just shy of 20, having found herself in Amsterdam and he comes up to her in the bar. He’s older, he’s powerful and she falls under his spell easily.

Ian saw something in her, the darkness that she had spent years hiding and slowly he brings it to the surface. They end up somewhere between love and destruction, but not before Emily learns about his drug trade. The power he had was the kind of power she had always found herself wanting. And he teaches her, not knowing that she’s picking up the things he doesn’t want her to learn.

The first time she kills someone it’s by accident, a deal going wrong. She pulls the trigger of her gun without thinking, and as the young man looks at her with wide eyes as blood soaks his shirt she feels Ian behind her.

“You’re ready for more.” He whispers in her ear. And she knows that she should be afraid, but all she feels is the allure of it all.

Emily had learned diplomacy from her mother, learned discretion and how to compartmentalize from her father. It was traits that was engraved in her and something that helped her as she became Ian’s right-hand woman. She became his personal assassin and even if some part of her knows that it’s wrong, she can’t deny the excitement she feels every time she pulls the trigger.

“I feel powerful.” She gasps, her skin stained red from blood as Ian’s lips suck on her neck, his body pressing hers against the wall. Her eyes flicker to the two men only a couple of feet from them and she notices one of them trying to crawl away. She doesn’t even hesitate before she pulls the trigger again, a shiver running through her at the familiar smell of gunpowder.

“Oh love, this is just the beginning.” He chuckles as he watches the bodies on the ground. When his hand grabs her jaw hard to kiss him, she tastes the dominance on his tongue and for a while she lets him lead her.

She spends four years with Ian before they start to crumble.

When she finally shoots him one night she feels nothing, even as he lays on the floor at her feet begging her for help, his blood staining the expensive oak floorboards. Instead she waits until he’s no longer breathing and then she takes what she needs and packs a bag. She leaves Europe, leaves the villa in Ireland she had spent the last year in and moves to Washington.

And she never looks back.

Aaron had always been considered normal. Maybe a little over-achieving and driven, but on all accounts he didn’t stand out in a crowd. He liked it that way, liked his life with his wife and child living in a house on a street where you knew your neighbors. Even if the darkness and anger he had felt since he was young was always there, hidden away behind carefully pressed shirts and smiles practiced to perfection.

He works as a prosecutor and lives his life without worry. It was a good life to have, even as he ignores the pull of wanting more. Because the darkness was something he had always been able to hide, his anger forced down deep.

Until that night.

He comes home late from the office and he finds his wife and child dead, a murderer still holding the knife. It’s like something snaps, and he beats the man he later comes to know as George Foyet to death and as he does the feelings he’s been holding back is released. There’s no turning back, as he feels another man’s life leave his body as his fists keep connecting to his face, Aaron knows he wouldn’t be able to stop. It was a high, something addicting, it’s the parts of him he never thought would have room to breathe.

It's only thanks to his associates and connections that he gets through a trial without consequences. His best friend defends him to a judge he knows well and with the tragedy of losing his family he gets off and can continue his life.

He moves from his suburban home in Manassas and starts over where no one knows him. In the midst of his grieving he spends months making plans and rules for himself, uses his knowledge of the justice system to his advantage as he moves through different states killing, perfecting his craft. He only kills men who deserve it, men who’s hurting other people. His favorite way to kill was by strangling them himself, to feel the life drain out of somebody’s body. But just like he moves through different states he kills in different ways. It had to be this way in order to not get caught.

“Why?” Karl Arnold, a man who’s slaughtered two families already wheezes through broken ribs and blood dripping out of his mouth.

“What’s the matter? Can’t handle it when you’re not the one with the gun?” He snarls in the other man’s face, adrenaline pumping through him. “Don’t worry, it’ll be over soon.”

Sometimes he marveled at just how easy it was to find another murderer if you just paid attention. He sometimes wondered why the police didn’t see what he saw.

Disposing of the body was always the most tedious task, but he finds that his system has been working. If there’s no body, there’s no proof. So after Arnold is dead, he gets to work. The lye makes quick work of the body and he spends the rest of his night cleaning.

Aaron’s been moving through the country for years without getting caught and then he finds his way back to Virginia, because the man who was the source of his rage was still there, residing in Washington. When he kills his father he makes it look like a heart attack and as he watches the man who used to cause him so much pain as a child die, he laughs.

The high from watching the man he despised with such a passion die is what causes him to go into the dark bar on a random street. He normally wouldn’t go out after a kill, knew that he should lay low. But there’s something telling him to go in. It’s smoky, people talking quietly and as he orders himself a beer he feels someone watching him. He’s become an expert on people, had always been good at reading people but ever since he had started his new life he had become better.

He looks around casually but no one seems to pay him any attention, that is until he turns around and sees her. She’s sitting at a table by herself, a glass of whiskey on the table and a cigarette in hand. Her eyes are moving slowly over his frame and there’s a hint of a smile on her lips.

He arches an eyebrow and keeps eye contact and then gives her a slight nod. She’s enticing, beautiful and when she motions to the empty seat in front of her and he has to admit he likes the forwardness of this mysterious woman.

“Those things will kill you, you know.” He says and she takes a drag from the cigarette in response.

“So will a lot of things.” She watches as he sits down, something about him drawing her in like no one had since Ian. She was intrigued.

“You’re right.” He extends his hand for her to shake. “I’m Aaron.”

“I’m Joan.” She uses her new fake name easily and when his warm hand takes hers, she feels an unexpected spark.

There’s something about the depth of her eyes, in the way that she was looking at him, that felt oddly familiar. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but it felt like kindship. It was different, it was risky, it was a new kind of thrill.

“What’s a beautiful woman like you, doing in a place like this?” He takes a swig of his bottle of beer, smiles around the neck of it when she chuckles, the sound dry and breathy.

“You should come up with better lines than that.” Her eyes find the slightly paler skin on his ring finger. “Divorced?” She asks and he tenses just slightly.

“Widowed, actually.” He has accepted the situation as well as he’d ever be able to. But he hadn’t talked about either Haley or Jack for years now.

“I’m sorry.” She says but he only shrugs and she narrow her eyes just slightly. There was something about him that was enticing, and she wanted to know more.

“Like you said, a lot of things can kill you.” He holds her gaze for a moment and when she doesn’t look away he leans forward. “But, we’re here now and I think we should take advantage.”

When her lips curl into a smile, he finds himself drawn in by it. From a distance her smile could seem innocent, but as he relaxes into the chair he knows that there’s more to this woman than meets the eye. The want is instant, a pull low in his abdomen and he smiles back.

They end up tangled in bed sheets that same night, naked and frantic as they chase pleasure in the other’s skin.

It was the start of them, the start of something even more dangerous.

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I'm not quite sure how this works. But I was wondering if you could write a hotchniss fic with edging and overstimulation kink?

Hi there anon! I've done a few with these kinks you can read them here, here and here!

I also have two AU's and one fic that fits at least half of your ask that can be read here (edging but no overstimulation) here (Strep father/step daughter AU) here (Prosecutor/secretery AU)

If you have a more specific request dont hesitate to leave an ask! <3

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Can you do a hotchniss smut where he makes Emily squirt for the first time…

Hey there! I've done this already and I'm trying to keep from writing the same type of fics right now since I'm on a bit of limited time. But you can read it here and I hope you like it! <3

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Hi! I sent you a request before about writing hotchniss to a certain song, no pressure at all but I was just wondering if it’s something you’d consider doing? Thanks!

Hi anon!

I saw your request but I haven’t had the chance to listen the song yet, but I am considering writing a little series based on different songs so I’m not saying no! I’ve just been busier than normal and haven’t had much time to write.

I’m going to try and listen to the song in the next couple of days and if you’re comfortable, please message me so we can talk about it! And if you’re not comfortable that’s completely fine and we’ll see if/when I get around to writing your request 💛

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Can you please right me a Hotchniss fic for my birthday. I had an idea inspired by the Vegas ep 4x06. Where because they were all staying in Vegas overnight Emily and Hotch slept together but I'm a bad writer so I was hoping you could do it for me.

It's JJ is sleeping in her room, Dave is drinking in his, Spencer is with his mom, Derek is at the hotel bar trying to distinguish between hookers and girls that are actually interested in him and Hotch and Emily are at the bar waiting for their drinks so that they can copy Dave. But the drinks are taking a while so they sit there together waiting and laughing at Derek not being able to tell the difference between a hooker and someone that is interested in him and Emily asks him about Jack. They end up staying at the bar and getting drunk instead of going to their rooms. Eventually Emily wants to go for a walk with Hotch to the beach so they go to the pier buy ice cream then go to the beach Emily falls over a rock, Hotch carries her to a shop where he buys a couple of towels and a change of clothes for her, Emily gets changed at the beach while Hotch holds a towel up to stop other people seeing, the head back to the hotel, Hotch buys Em a hot chocolate to warm her up he also puts his arm round her for body heat, they get back to the hotel Emily tells him to order them a cocktail (Derek is still there but never notices them) Hotch orders the cocktails, Emily comes back sits next to him but the an older couple come over and there's only one seat left next to Em so she gets up thinking Hotch would give her his but he just points to his lap and she sits where he points, Em says something neither of them remember what it was but it turned Hotch on, he kisses her neck, Em says finish your drink then we're going to my room, they walk past Derek holding hands (Derek is still oblivious), makeout session in elevator, smut in Em's room, Hotch sneaks out in the morning and then something about BAU fam finding out.

Sorry that was long but could you do it and put it on A03 and tag me, my username is PrentissmyHotch

Thanks xx

A/N: Happy birthday @prentissmyhotch! I hope you like this little fic and that you have a great day!

Title: Running through my mind Summary: “You think you could find something to do in Vegas for the night?”

Because Aaron and Emily most certainly did. Word count: 5,3k Rating: Explicit Warnings: Smut, dirty talk, idiots who’ve hidden their feelings for too long, consumption of alcohol

They were all a little tired, emotionally drained. Cases involving kids always had everyone on edge. But it had ended as well as expected, a child getting to go home to his parents and a woman in clear need of help being taken away in handcuffs. It had been Spencer who needed to stay, they had all noticed the way he was clearly distracted, and Aaron had arranged for them all to stay in Vegas for another night. So as the youngest member of their team spent some much needed time with his mother, the rest of them went to dinner.

It was a team dinner spent talking and laughing as they let the tension from the last couple of days roll off them. By the time the bill was placed on the table, their spirits were heightened and Derek suggested that they’d go to the hotel bar, never one to not take advantage of a good time.

“I’m beat, you guys.” JJ said as she rubbed over her baby bump, already suppressing a yawn. “Don’t go to crazy now.” She winked at Derek and Emily before walking toward the elevators. Dave was quick to join her, mumbling something about needing a drink and a cigar alone, away from the bright lights and loud people.

“That doesn’t sound like a bad idea.” Emily says as she makes her way over to the bar with Aaron while Derek heads toward a group of women. “Getting an early night in I mean.”

“Yes. Maybe we should get these drinks and take them back to our rooms.” He agrees easily as he flags down the bartender. He orders himself a scotch and without missing a beat a martini for her.

“How did you know that I drink martinis?” She smiles at him as he shrugs.

“You’ve mentioned it before. And the few times I’ve seen you drink it’s either martini or wine.” He turns to lean against the bar and catches Derek on the other side of the room, already talking to a woman.

“Do you think that’s a working girl or someone who’s actually interested in him?” Emily asks as she mimics him and leans back against the bar as they wait for their drinks.

“I think that’s exactly what Morgan is trying to figure out.” He chuckles and when she joins him he can’t help the slight flutter in his chest at the sound. It wasn’t something new, it had been like this for months, his affection for his subordinate something he didn’t act on, but was getting harder and harder to ignore.

“I think you’re right.” She looks behind her at the bartender who seems to be drowning in orders and she sighs. It looked like they’d have to wait a while. “How’s Jack?”

The question seemed to catch him off guard but he smiled fondly at the thought of his son.

“He’s good. He’s getting into superheroes and cars.” He turns slightly to face her, suddenly a little more serious. “It’s been a bit of an adjustment for him, the divorce.”

“He’s three, it must be hard for him to understand.” She refrains from touching him, but she can feel the urge to take his hand or hug him, a feeling that she had become used to feeling. Her attraction toward him had been instant, but ever since his divorce it had become something more, something stronger than just attraction.

“Yeah. We’ve tried to explain, but you’re right.” The sound of glass against wood causes him look away from her and to the drinks that the bartender places in front of them. He nods his thanks as he pays and ignores Emily’s protests as he does.

“You’ll pay the next round.” He tells her and with that, they find a table, any thought of going back to their rooms all but gone.

They spend the next hour talking about anything and everything as they drink their way through a few drinks each. Occasionally they’d spot Derek, still finding his way through a multitude of women, seemingly to be enjoying himself. Neither of them were surprised, Derek was attractive and charming and women always flocked to him like moths to a flame.

“I never saw it.” She says suddenly after watching her friend turn what was for sure a prostitute away.

“Saw what?” Aaron asked before taking a small sip of his scotch, the alcohol was starting to affect them both.

“What it is that drives women crazy around him.” She looks from Derek to him, a smirk on her face as her dark eyes zero in on him. “He isn’t my type I guess.”

“What is your type?” He asks before he could stop himself, somehow lost in the depth of her eyes. The longer they had sat there talking, it felt like their inhibitions had lowered.

“I guess… it’s more about the personality. But tall, dark and mysterious is a trait most of my exes have in common.” Her smirk deepens and she catches the way his jaw clenched just slightly. The alcohol was clearly making her more brazen and she knows that she should try and control herself. She caught the slight curve of his smile, the arch of one eyebrow as he looked at her in a way she knows he shouldn’t. It was too much, they were walking a paper thin line and somewhere in the back of her mind she realized that she needed to sober up. “I want ice cream.” She says and the bluntness of it takes him back, but it was the best she could come up with to cut through the sudden tension between them.

“Ice cream? In the middle of the night?” He chuckles as she nods, her smile becoming bigger.

“Yeah, that’s the best time for ice cream.” She grins at the way he’s clearly trying to see if she’s joking or not but when she stands he quickly follows her.

Once they’re outside she takes a few deep breaths, the fresh air helping her to clear her mind. Aaron is right beside her, standing a little closer than he normally would and they start to walk. Even now, the streets were full of people, mostly drunk tourists that were loud and rowdy and she felt Aaron tug her a little closer to him. She couldn’t help but to find his slight protectiveness attractive.

Every time their hands bumped together he forced himself from taking it in his, he shouldn’t go there, he couldn’t, even if his attraction towards her was close to maddening, especially now with alcohol clouding his judgement and Emily being more relaxed in his presence than he’d ever seen her.

It’s not long until they find a place that serves ridiculously huge scoops of ice cream and she drags him over to the counter. She orders a cone with cookie dough ice cream and as she pays she turns to him.

“You don’t want any?”

“No, I’m okay.” He watches with dark eyes as she licks the cone absentmindedly, and he has to bite the inside of his cheek to keep the dirty thoughts at bay.

“Your loss.” She winks and takes another lick of the ice cream, a happy moan falling from her at the sweet taste. The way he’s staring at her doesn’t go unnoticed by her and her stomach knots up in nervous excitement. It was wrong, she knew it was, but she couldn’t help herself as she takes a longer, slower lick, just to test her theory and when she sees his tongue swipe over his bottom lip she gets the confirmation she needs. It wasn’t one-sided, it wasn’t just the alcohol.

“Let’s go for a walk, sober up.” He mutters as a way to distract himself. His mind is reeling, he knows she’s trying to get a reaction out of him, but he wasn’t sure if it was only because she found it fun to tease him, or because she was drunk or maybe she even felt the way he did. Whatever the reason, he had to focus on something else, even if all he wanted was to kiss her.

She fell into step with him easily. It was dumb, she knew that, but she had wanted him from day one, had forced herself to ignore the attraction towards him for almost two years now. It had gotten harder after his divorce, but it had been working. That was until tonight, because right now it felt like the pent up attraction had come to a boil, and even though she knew she should put a lid on it, something was stopping her. It was him, the way he was looking at her with the same want she felt, and she knew that as much as they both tried to deny it, it was useless.

The tension between them only got more pronounced as they talked, subtle flirting slowly leading to a few more discrete touches, a few more knowing looks. It was exciting, it was fun, it was something they both had wanted for so long.

They walk together while she finished the ice cream and as she threw a couple of napkins in a trash bin, she shivered slightly from the night air. The cold air had finally caught up to her, together with the coldness from the ice cream and she suddenly felt herself freezing.

“Are you okay?” He asks as he watches the goosebumps on her exposed arms as she crosses them.

“Yes, just a little cold.” She offers him a smile and then sees him unbuttoning his suit jacket and she shakes her head. “No it’s okay Hotch.”

“Just take it.” He tells her evenly but she doesn’t move and he sighs. “You’re always so stubborn Emily.” There’s no malice in his voice, only a hint of teasing and he puts the jacket over her shoulders. He stares at her until she rolls her eyes and uncrosses her arms to be able to put it on completely.

“You’re so dramatic.” She mutters but she couldn’t deny that the warmth of his jacket and the smell that was so distinctively Aaron, made her immediately relax a little.

“Yeah yeah, whatever you say Prentiss. Come on let’s head back to the hotel.” He barely even takes notice that his hand lingers on her lower back as he ushers her forward.

“You’re right, it’s getting late.” She agrees, still shivering slightly even with his jacket around her. Her arms crosses again as they walk, her main focus on getting back to the hotel but then Aaron stops suddenly.

“Hold on.” He says and quickly walks over to a coffee stand, leaving Emily to watch him curiously. When he comes back he hands her a take-away cup and when she smells it she can’t help but to smile at him.

“Hot chocolate, what am I 5 years old?” She teases and he snickers at her.

“It’ll get you warmed up. It’s too late for coffee.” He watches as she takes a sip and when she hums happily he smiles. “See, not such a bad idea huh.” They start to walk again and he wraps his arm around her shoulders as she drinks from her cup.

She looks up at him with knowing eyes and his eyebrow raises in return.

“Body heat is a good way to get warmed up is it not?” He leers and she laughs softly. “Or should I stop?”

“No-” She says too quickly and then faulters as she feels her cheeks heat up. “Don’t, it does help.”

So he keeps his arm around her and as they get closer to the hotel he feels her relax fully into him, any shivering gone and a little more color back in her cheeks. He only let’s go when they’re back at the hotel and Emily hands him his jacket back with a smile.

“Thank you.”

“No worries. You look better in my clothes than I do.” He feels want tug low in his gut when she blushes and he realizes that he doesn’t want their night to end just yet. Luckily for him, Emily seemed to have similar feelings.

“Want to have one last drink?” She asks and he nods.

“One more drink sound nice.” He lets her lead the way back to the bar. He catches Derek at a table in the back, two women sitting with him and he shakes his head at the younger man. Derek doesn’t notice them though, too caught up in conversation to care about his surroundings anymore.

“I have to go to the bathroom, do you mind ordering me a drink?” Emily’s voice cuts through the loud atmosphere and he looks down at her.

“Not at all.” He watches as she heads to the bathroom and then goes to the bar and quickly orders them their drinks. It was even more crowded now than it had been earlier in the night and he walks around the bar only to find a small table with three seats available.

When Emily comes back a couple of minutes later she happily sits down next to him and clinks her glass with his.

“Cheers.” She takes a sip of her drink and relaxes. She catches Derek walking through the bar, but he’s still oblivious to their presence.

“Cheers.” He says and drinks from his glass, the amber liquid sliding down easily with a pleasant burn. His eyes stay on her, he had always found her beautiful, but he rarely got to see this side of her. They had already crossed the line, he knew that, so why not take the plunge?

“Excuse me?”

The sound of an older man talking to Emily gets her attention from where she had been clocking Derek.

“Yes?” She asks as she looks at a man probably twice her age, standing with what she could only assume was his wife.

“I’m terribly sorry, but there’s no tables left, I was wondering if it would be alright if my wife sat next to you?” He looks at the empty spot next to her.

“Oh of course, and you can take mine it’s no bother.” She jumps up quickly and walks around the table to stand next to Aaron.

“Thank you dear. You have a good night with your handsome man.” The older woman smiles at them and Emily laughs at the way Aaron blushes.

She expects him to get up and offer her his seat, after all Aaron was always a gentleman, but when he stays quiet and simply looks at her with a dark stare she feels herself wondering what he’s up to. Then he points to his lap, wordlessly telling her to sit and she feels herself flush. They had gone beyond what would be considered just colleagues tonight, but this would make it official, after this it felt like there was no turning back.

“Come on.” He urges her but she doesn’t need any more prompting and carefully sits down on his lap. His arm comes around her waist to steady her and she sucks in a sharp breath.

“Is this your move? Getting women to sit on your lap?” Her voice comes out slightly breathy and his fingers tighten against her side.

“No, this was just a coincidence.” He whispers against her ear and she shivers slightly.

“A happy coincidence.” She looks out over the crowd of people for a moment and she feels his lips grace her neck. “Don’t start something you won’t finish.”

“Trust me, I plan to finish this.” He mumbles before he places a soft kiss to the back of her neck. When she cranes her neck slightly he kisses her again, slow kisses placed along her skin until she’s squirming on his lap, her breathing slightly ragged.

“Finish your drink, then we’re going to my room.” She tells him before finishing her own in one gulp and then gets off his lap only to see him doing the same. The look in his eye makes her gasp, the dark orbs filled with want as he watches her. She takes his hand without thinking, only registers the size and warmth of his palm against hers for a second before she starts to drag him out of the bar and towards the elevators.

Derek doesn’t notice that they walk right past him, if he did they never would have heard the end of it.

The seconds before the elevator arrives seem endless but as the doors opens and they find it empty Emily breathes a sigh of relief. She walks in first and stands against the back wall as Aaron presses the button to their floor. When he turns to her she feels like prey, his eyes never leaving her as he takes a small step toward her and crowds her space.

“Kiss me.” She whispers against his face, his forehead pressing against hers.

“Will you regret this tomorrow?” He asks, hands finding their way to her hips as he waits for her reply.

“Not if you won’t.” She tells him honestly and he breathes a sigh before kissing her. He tastes like scotch and mint and Aaron and it is addictive. She doesn’t think she could ever stop kissing him. His tongue licks at the seam of her lips and as she opens her mouth to him, her hand tangles in his short hair to keep him close.

They don’t stop kissing until the elevator stops and the doors open, revealing another couple who awkwardly clear their throats.

“Sorry.” Aaron mutters while Emily laughs as he drags her out of the elevator toward her room. She fishes out her key card while he presses kisses along the back of her neck and shoulder, his front pressing to her back.

“You’re distracting me.” She mumbles when her hands tremble too much to get the card into the slide.

“You haven’t seen nothing yet.” He mutters against her ear before biting the lobe.

“Cocky, aren’t you?” She smiles and then finally gets the door open and they tumble inside. He’s already tugging on her shirt, his hands seemingly everywhere and she turns in his arms.

“No, not cocky.” He says as she gets his shirt unbuttoned. “Self-assured.” He smirks at the way she looks up at him with an arched eyebrow.

The rest of their clothes end up in piles on the floor in between heated kisses and exploring touches. By the time Aaron gently pushes her back against the bed she’s panting, her body feeling like it was set ablaze from the sheer want she felt for him. She looks up at him, standing in just his boxers and she can’t help but to slowly take in just how gorgeous he is.

“Why are you hiding all of this under those suits of yours?” She teases as her hands move up his stomach and chest, feeling the muscles under soft skin. When she digs her nails into his chest quickly he groans, the sound low and breathy and before she knows it he’s on her, effortlessly lifting her higher on the bed as he settles above her.

His hands travel down her body, thick fingers exploring every curve and dip of her as he swallows up her soft gasps. Her bra is thrown across the room the second he gets it undone, and his mouth follows the same trail that his fingers had, tasting her skin eagerly. He feels her fingers in his hair, her blunt nails scratching his scalp gently and he feels a shiver along his spine. When he sucks a nipple into his mouth, her grip on his hair tightens slightly and she arches into him.

“Fuck, Aaron.” She moans softly and he knows that he has to hear his name fall from her lips like that again, the sound shooting straight down to his cock. He bites down on her nipple and tugs and when she gasps he hums in satisfaction.

“You like that?” He rasps and she nods, her dark eyes hooded as she looks up at him. “You want more?”

“Yes.” She whispers and when his thigh press between her legs she grinds against him, searching for more friction. “Get your boxers off.”

He chuckles at her impatience but still tugs his boxers off and then helps her out of her underwear. His eyes rake over her body but he doesn’t get as much time as he had liked to truly worship her like he wanted, because Emily was dragging him down against her again and kissing him desperately.

“You’re sure about this right?” He can’t help but to ask when they break apart and she smiles softly.

“I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything more.” The confession makes something in his chest warm, and he knew that they’d have to talk about what this meant later, but right then all he wanted was her. The feeling of her hand suddenly around him makes him groan and he bites down on her neck.

“You’re huge.” She gasps in surprise as she feels him. All of a sudden his earlier cockiness made sense and she feels excitement in the pit of her stomach.

“Think you can take it?” He pulls back to look at her, wanting her to still be sure, but all he’s met with is a filthy grin.

“Aaron, fuck me.” She spreads her legs wider and rubs the tip of him through her folds. “Feel how wet I am.”

“Jesus.” He hisses at the heat of her, of her slick coating him and he grabs her wrist to pull her hand away from his shaft. “You’re going to be trouble aren’t you?” He smirks at the way her eyes gleam with something mischievous. Whatever her reply was going to be gets caught in her throat when he pushes inside of her, her jaw slackening and head falling back against the pillow at the stretch of him.

“Oh, God.” She sucks in a breath as he bottoms out, the fill of him almost too much.

“That’s it, good girl.” He whispers against her ear and he feels her clench around him in response, confirming something he had already been pretty sure about. “Tell me how it feels.” He pulled out slowly, only to thrust forward again, finding a rhythm.

Between his low voice in her ear and the feeling of him inside of her she was already going crazy and she wrapped her legs tighter around his hips, pulling him harder against her.

“It feels so good.” She gets out, voice breathy. “You feel so fucking good.”

Her words make him move a little faster, a growl in his chest at the way she bites down on his neck to keep from moaning louder. He pins her hands above her head with a smug look on his face as he looks down at her.

“That’s my girl, you’re taking me so well.” His hands tighten around her wrist when she tries to get free and then he thrusts hard, making her moan loudly.

“Let me touch you.” She gasps, eyes close to pleading and it’s another few seconds before he lets go of her. The second her hands are free she pulls him into a kiss, her hand on the back of his neck while the other moves down to grip his hip tightly.

She breaks away from the kiss when the need of air becomes too much, and she kisses down his stubbled jaw, to his neck, she licks over his pulse and hears his grunt something close to her name. She takes notes of what makes his hips stutter and jaw clench and when she feels him sneaking a hand between their bodies to rub her clit, she sucks a bruise into his neck.

They stay like that, clutching each other until Emily is tensing underneath him, her moans becoming louder and breather and it’s not long until she’s clenching around him.

“Come for me baby.” He encourages her, continues to whisper dirty words and praise in her ear until she cries out loudly.

She feels the pleasure of her orgasm everywhere, her body feeling blissfully heavy and ears buzzing as he kisses his name off her lips. When he pulls out only to roll her over and gets her on her hands and knees she only moans softly.

He pulls her up against him, his chest pressing against her back as he wraps an arm around her body, fingers finding her clit again as the other holds her neck gently to keep her still.

“Let’s do that again.” He mutters and pushes back inside of her with a groan.

“Aaron- I can’t.” She gasps, her hips twitching at the steady pressure on her clit.

“Yes you can.” He drags his hips lazily against hers, feels her fluttering pulse against his fingertips as he fucks her slowly. “You feel so good on my cock, feel so tight coming on it.”

“Oh… fuck!” She hisses when he changes the angle slightly, hitting into her perfectly and she feels his smirk against the back of her neck.

“That’s it.” He licks the sweat from her skin, keeps circling her clit until she’s straining and gripping his forearm hard enough to leave bruises. Their pace quickens slightly and as she tightens around him for a second time he can feel his own orgasm building.

It’s only a few minutes later that Emily comes with a whimper, her body shaking in his arms. Through blurry pleasure she hears him groan as he pulls her tight against him. The heat of his release makes her sigh, and she lets her head rest back against his shoulder as they both try to catch their breath.

“That was incredible.” She mumbles against his neck and when he chuckles she smiles.

“It was.” He places a gentle kiss against her shoulder and then urges her to lie down on the bed. “Hold on.” He moves off the bed and goes to the bathroom and wets a towel in warm water. When he comes back, Emily is laying under the covers, hair wild and make up smudged and she’s never looked more beautiful to him.

She smiles softly when he carefully cleans between her thighs, the gesture feeling more intimate than anything they’ve done so far. Once he’s done he goes back to leave the towel and then quickly climbs under the covers with her.

“So.” She says, her fingers drawing random patterns on his chest.

“So.” He pulls her closer, hugging her against his chest.

“What do we do now?” She’s almost afraid of the answer, unsure if he would regret this now after the cloud of lust and alcohol had disappeared.

“We sleep for a couple of hours. And then if you want, I’ll take you out on a proper date when we get back home?” He watches as she smiles, something big and infections and he smiles too.

“Yeah?” She bites her bottom lip when he nods.

“Yeah.” He kisses her quickly. “I’ve wanted this for a long time.”

“I have too.” She admits. Suddenly it felt dumb that she had ignored her feelings for so long.

“But,” Aaron stifles a yawn and looks at the clock. “We only have about three hours before everybody’s getting ready to leave. So how about we sleep, and talk more tomorrow?”

“That sounds good.” She mumbles, all of a sudden feeling how tired she actually was. His arm stays around her, keeps her close as she relaxes into the bed.

She didn’t remember a time when she felt this safe.

Aaron wakes up at the sound of his alarm only a couple of hours later. Emily was beside him, stirring at the sound and her eyebrows furrowed.

“Do we have to get up already?” She mumbles, still half asleep and he kisses her with a low chuckle.

“Go back to sleep, I just have to get to my room before everyone wakes up.” He ignores the way he wants nothing more than to stay in bed with her and gets out of bed to get dressed.

“JJ is probably awake already, be quiet when you pass her room.” She sits up, ignores the slight headache and how her muscles ache in favor of watching him. He nods as he finishes getting dressed and then leans over the bed to kiss her, lingering slightly and she cups his cheek, feeling the rough stubble against her palm.

“I’ll see you downstairs.” He presses another kiss to her lips before slowly opening the door to make sure no one’s in the corridor.

“Bye.” She whispers and when the door closes behind him, she can’t help the happy smile on her face.

She finds Dave and Derek in the lobby when she comes carrying her bag only a couple of hours later. She’s tired and hungover and the sound of the machine Derek is playing on makes her head throb.

“Please Morgan, my head.” She flops down on the couch next to Dave.

“Rough night?” The older man asks as she rubs her forehead.

“From the sounds of it you had a very good night.” The teasing tone from Derek makes her look up. “Look all I’m saying is that your room was right next to mine.”

She doesn’t get the chance to reply, JJ and Aaron arriving just as she’s trying to think of a suitable lie.

“So who was the mystery man?” Dave prods her, his finger poking at her upper arm and she shakes her head.

“No one.” Her eyes find Aaron who seems caught up on what’s happening already.

“We should head to the airport.” He cuts them all off before the conversation can continue. He turns his head to Derek who’s still laughing at her embarrassment when JJ grabs his arm.

“What is that?” Her blue eyes were zeroed in on Aaron, eyebrows narrowed as she reaches for his collar. He’s too slow to stop her and she tugs on the collar of his shirt to reveal a dark hickey and she gasps. “A hickey?!”

“Well, well, well.” Dave laughs and watches as Aaron looks between all of them and then finally his eyes lands on Emily who’s hiding her face in her hands.

“No way, there’s no way.” Derek says while JJ looks at her best friend with her mouth open.

“Can we please not talk about this right now?” Emily looks to Aaron, it was still so fresh, they had barely talked about what they were to each other, so how were they supposed to have this conversation with their team?

“It happened.” Aaron cuts off any further conversation and walks to stand beside Emily and rests his hand on her shoulder. He squeezes it gently and feels the tension in her body lessen slightly. “This isn’t something we’re going to discuss right now.”

“What does this mean though?” JJ was the one to ask, never one to beat around the bush with either of them.

“It means that it’s new and we haven’t figured it out yet.” Emily gives Derek a warning look, her voice holding a slight edge.

“I think it’s great. It’s not like this haven’t been building for a while.” Dave offers and JJ nods along.

“Yeah, but maybe, if you want some time to figure things out before a team of profilers find out, maybe don’t suck a hickey into another person’s neck like a fourteen-year-old.” The blonde jokes and Derek and Dave laugh as Emily’s blushes, feeling mortified and Aaron just shakes his head at them.

“I hate Vegas.” Emily groans and rubs her forehead to try and lessen the headache as she leans into Aaron’s body.

“Oh come on Prentiss how can you hate Vegas, it’s a grown folk’s playground. And clearly you took advantage.”

“Morgan!” Two voices scold him, but they’re only met by more laughter.

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hi ;)

could write, hotchniss, where hotch is a hard dom and hasn't let emily come for a month, to make her learn her lesson. He edges her, till she is in tears. Then her pulls her onto his lap, holds a vibrator to her clit, and makes her come over and over again, whispers sweet nothings in her ear, till she begs him to stop, but says he won't unless she safewords. but Emily secretly really wants this. so she stays there till drifts into subspace, and then hotch, very sweetly brings her back

thx;)

Hi there anon!

I won’t be writing this one because I don’t feel comfortable with the aim being Emily having to safeword for Aaron to stop. It’s never the goal of kink to get someone to use their safeword, it’s something to be used only for safety reasons. 💛

#anon #sara answers

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cloudlessly-light · 2 months

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If you want to read this, please vote, and don’t hesitate to send me some ideas if you have them!

#sara speaks #hotchniss #hotchniss fanfiction #hotchniss smut #my brain is insane I know

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cloudlessly-light · 2 months

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Hi!! Would you consider writing hotchniss thigh riding? There’s so few of them 😔 and maybe coupled with spit kink if you can? Your previous spit kink fics had me WILD. Thank you!!

A/N: Hi Anon! I hope you like this and that you don't mind that I added some other stuff as well, please enjoy!

Title: Gonna make you sweat Summary: Emily usually never disturbs him when he’s working from home, but sometimes she just can’t help herself. Word count: 2,3k Rating: Explicit Warnings: Smut, thigh grinding, spit kink, breath play/choking, verbal humiliation, dom Aaron, sub Emily, filth, absolute filth

It’s quiet when she unlocks the front door to their home. The lights all turned off except one and she smiles at the way Aaron always leaves a light for her when she comes home later than him. She kicks off her shoes and groans happily, the heels she’s worn for a night out with Penelope and JJ, as stunning as they were, are not worth the pain. The stillness of their house is soothing, knowing that Jack was tucked into bed and that Aaron was probably in bed waiting for her making adoration flutter in her chest.

But as she goes up the stairs and sees the light on in his home office she turns towards it instead of their bedroom and sure enough, he’s sitting there, still in his slacks but the tie off and the first couple of buttons of his shirt unbuttoned. Today had been a tiring day for him, she knew that, and even if she wouldn’t tell him as much, it was part of her reason for cutting girl’s night short.

For a few seconds she takes in the way he’s looking sitting there, so effortlessly gorgeous, as he concentrates on putting pen to paper. He’s been at it for hours, she can tell by the slightly strained expression on his face, the way he’s flexing his fingers before grabbing the pen again.

Emily rarely disturbs him when he’s working, and she isn’t sure if it’s the way he looks as he sits there, or the wine she’s had, or the want she always felt toward him, or maybe it’s knowing that he needs to release some tension after the difficult day he’s had, maybe it’s the mix of all of it. But she finds that she can’t help herself as she quietly unzips her dress and lets it fall to the floor. She steps out of it and then clears her throat as she takes a couple of steps toward him.

“Hi honey.” She smiles when he looks up at the sound of her voice and watches in amusement as his eyes move over frame slowly.

“You’re home early.” He says and pushes back on his chair to turn fully to face her and motions for her to come closer.

“Henry is sick.” She shrugs just as she comes to stop in front of him. His eyes move over her body slowly once more and she feels the familiar rush from it as his tongue licks over his bottom lip.

“And you thought that you’d come in here and distract me?” His hands graze the outside of her thighs as she nods and when she shivers in response to his touch he raises an eyebrow in amusement. “You know better than that, sweetheart.”

She smirks as he grabs her fully, large hands holding her hips as he pulls her toward him to straddle his lap.

“Can I really be blamed when you’re this sexy?” She muses, her lips brushing against his as she speaks before she kisses him. Her tongue is quick to seek out his, a happy sigh sounding from her when he licks into her mouth as his hands move over her body. The familiar feel of his warm, slightly calloused fingers sends goosebumps across her skin, the heat of his palms quickly making her entire body feel hot even in the slightly cool room.

Aaron groans lowly when he feels her hips start to grind on his lap, the heat of her evident even through her silk panties and his pants. When he breaks their kiss her dark eyes are hazy, her cheeks flushed pink and he swallows down the urge to take her right there. But there was something about Emily, needy and desperate, drunk on him, that was unlike any power rush he’d ever felt before. And tonight, after hours of paperwork and a day consisting of bureaucracy and red tape, he needed that power.

With that thought in mind he unhooks her bra, dark eyes locked on hers as it falls to the floor and before she has the chance to say anything else, he slowly wraps his hand around her throat, making sure he has her attention as he squeezes the tiniest bit. When he feels the way she swallows down a moan he smirks at her.

“You want me that bad, baby? That you can’t even wait until we’re in bed?” He squeezes harder and her hips roll against his lap in response.

“Aaron I-” Her voice is breathy, but it’s not what he wants to hear so he cuts her off with another squeeze, this one hard as he holds her gaze for a couple of seconds before letting go.

“Try again.” He watches in amusement as she fights the internal battle with herself, knows that in the end what they both want is for her to give herself completely to him, but sometimes she would put up a bit of a fight. Tonight however, it looked like her need for him was bigger than her need to be defiant.

“I want you so bad.” She whispered, the flush on her cheeks all but disappearing as her entire body flushes with the admission.

“Aww, you poor thing.” He keeps his hand around her throat as he pushes her off his lap only to tug her underwear off her hips before standing up too. There was something about Emily completely naked when he was still fully clothed that made heat flutter in his belly.

“Open.” He tilts her head back just slightly, a dark groan rumbling in his chest when her mouth opened, already knowing what was coming. When he spit into her mouth and she swallowed with a moan he hummed happily. “Good girl.”

Emily is sure she must be dripping from arousal as she watches how he sits down on his chair again, legs spread and body leaning back against the backrest, his entire being demanding respect. She knows what he wants before he says it, but she doesn’t move until he nods.

“You know you can’t always get what you want.” He pulls her closer but this time lets her straddle one of his thighs instead of his lap. The way she sucks in a breath at the feeling of fabric against her clit causes his fingers to dig into her waist slightly. “You want to act like a desperate little thing, and because I’m so nice I’m going to let you get off on my thigh. Let you prove to me how much you want it.”

His low voice and slightly condescending tone only make her flush harder, her body feeling like it was on fire and he hadn’t even touched her yet. She knew she was already staining his slacks, the wet spot already visible when she rearranged her body slightly and Aaron smirked, something smug and self-assured that she would have been irritated by if they had been in any other situation but this one. Instead it only turns her on and she slowly starts to grind on against his thigh, a soft moan falling from her lips at finally getting some relief.

Her hands move to grip his shoulders, her hips rolling and rocking against the strong muscle of his leg as his hands stay on her waist, letting her set the pace. His intense stare on her only makes her grind harder, something about knowing that he loved to watch her, getting her off. It always did.

“Look at you, it’s barely been two minutes and you’ve already soaked me.” He muses as the wet spot on his slacks get bigger, the feel of her wetness against his skin making his cock jerk in it’s confines. “What do you say to that?”

It takes her a second to find any words at all, but as her eyelids flutter open and she sees the furrowed eyebrows and lips pressed together in a thin line she gasps.

“I’m sorry.” Her grip on his shoulders must be hurting him but he only encourages her by pushing his thigh against her.

“Sorry for what?” Aaron lets go of her waist as he speaks, instead he grabs the back of her neck with one hand, the other moving to toy with her nipples.

“Sorry for ruining your pants.” She moans, the way he’s rolling one of her nipples sending pleasurable sparks to her clit, and her hips buckle slightly.

“That’s okay baby,” He coos before pulling her into a kiss that’s more tongue than anything else. “that’s what happens when desperate girls can’t help themselves.” He squeezes around the back of her neck and then let’s go, knowing from Emily’s slightly frantic movements that she’s getting close.

“Fuck, Aaron…” She whimpered as she rolled her hips against his thigh, dragging her clit against it harder as she felt herself squeeze around nothing. “Feels good.” Her words are mumbled between breathless moans and pants, her orgasm building slowly.

“I know, you’re so wet sweetheart.” He sits up straighter and wraps one arm around the small of her back to keep her steady as he sucks a nipple into his mouth. When he tugs it between his teeth, Emily’s hips buckle in desperation and he presses his leg harder up against her, making sure she gets as much pressure against her clit as possible.

She jerks, her body chasing her release as she rolls her hips harder and faster, nothing but lewd moans and his name falling from her lips as her body starts to strain.

“Good girl, come for me.” His cock was hurting from how badly he wanted to feel her, aching from being hard for so long without getting any relief, but as Emily started to spasm on top of him, he knew that any waiting, or uncomfortableness was worth it. He watched as her eyes rolled back and mouth fell open, felt how her hips jerked and grinded against his leg as she continued to ride out her pleasure with a cry that was almost too loud.

She felt her orgasm in her entire body, the pleasure of it making her eyesight blurry as she continued to grind down on his clothed thigh until only aftershocks rocked her body. Her eyes, heavy lidded and hazy found his and she smiled lazily.

“Thank you.” She mumbled and he chuckled, the sound raspy and low. When he carefully pushed her off his leg, only to quickly move her to his desk, she didn’t fight him, still happily dazed and sated. Her eyes moved to the wet spot on his leg and she blushed at the mess she had made, but she could tell that Aaron loved it, he always loved when she fell apart, it didn’t matter how it happened.

“Now it’s my turn.” He muttered as he made quick work of getting his pants and boxers off. He stepped between her spread legs and groaned at the feeling of her soft skin against his heated shaft, enjoyed the feeling as he shallowly thrust against her thigh while unbuttoning his shirt, knowing that he was smearing precum on her skin.

“Please, fuck me.” She whispered when he continued to tease her, a smirk on his face as he rubbed the tip of his cock through her folds repeatedly. It was enough, his desperation for her finally clear when he pushed inside of her and quickly setting a pace as he groaned against her lips.

“How do you always feel so good?” He grunted, the pleasure of her slick walls making him crazy. His hands gripped her hips tight to keep her in place as he started to move with hard, fast thrusts and when her legs wrapped around his hips, he hissed her name.

“Do it again.” She whispered against his neck and when she pulled back her eyebrow arched and her head tilted back as her lips opened.

“Dirty fucking thing.” He growled and spit in her mouth again, watched with heated eyes as she swallowed dutifully with a filthy smirk on her lips.

It’s rough, fast and desperate as he grabs at her and she claws at him as they chase their release in each other’s skin. When Emily let’s out a sound close to a whine and her pussy starts to clench around him, Aaron groans against her neck, his teeth digging into the soft skin there.

“Come with me.” She pants through blurry pleasure and she feels him nodding. The feeling of his labored breathing against her neck and the feeling of him inside of her as he grips her hard enough to bruise, is sensory overload and she comes only a few minutes later, clinging to his sweaty body.

“Jesus Christ, Em.” He hisses as his orgasm hits him like a freight train, knocking the wind completely out of him as his hips stutter against hers and pleasure makes his knees buckle. The way her center is still trembling around him draws out his pleasure, the feeling of release close to euphoric as he tries to catch his breath.

She isn’t sure how long they stay like that but when Aaron takes a step back she can see the relaxation, can see how much he needed this and she smiles at him.

“I should come in here more often.” She stands on slightly unsteady legs and wraps her arms around his neck.

“I don’t know, I might not be able to focus on work in here ever again.” He nuzzled her nose with his as she laughs before kissing her. “Thank you.”

“For what?” She stamps another kiss to his lips and then sees the knowing look on his face.

“You know exactly what, you brat.” He tickles her waist quickly before pulling her against him. “Come one, lets shower and then I’m having you sit on my face until I’ve had my fill.”

She’s never headed to the shower that quick in her life.

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Can you do a hotchniss smut where Emily fake her orgasm because she struggles to finish sometimes and hotch notices so he confronts her about it and they try different positions and stuff

Title: Want your body like a fiend Summary: Aaron is not a quitter, so when Emily has a problem, he’s more than happy to help Word count: 3k Rating: Explicit Warnings: Smut, dirty talk, rough (ish), Aaron is a pleasure dom no one can tell me differently

”Do you want to go to dinner with me?”

That’s how it starts, how they start. It had been years of attraction, years of longing and yearning and then he just asks, like it’s not a big deal. And she couldn’t have been happier about it. With that question everything changes.

“Yes.” She smiles, and it’s big and bright and everything she hadn’t been since Paris. But she was back now and Aaron didn’t want to even think about losing her again.

So they go to dinner and in the beginning it’s tense and awkward, both of them having some trouble letting go of Hotch and Prentiss. But as the night carries on, Aaron relaxes and as he does, Emily does too. By the time dessert is placed on the table they’re teasing and talking, something about being together apart from the team and Quantico enough to let them simply be themselves.

“I had a nice time.” She says as he walks her to her door.

“Me too.” He’s smiling, the smile that makes his dimple show and she resists pressing her finger against it. “Would you like to do this again?”

“I’d love to.” She tucks a few strands of hair behind her ear and then he’s leaning forward and presses a kiss to her cheek. It’s soft and careful and when he pulls back she feels her cheek tingling from where his lips had touched her skin.

“See you at work.” His voice is just above a whisper, low and slightly raspy and she knows she needs to hear it like that again.

“See you tomorrow.” She unlocks her door and when she turns around, he’s smiling at her.

Their second date doesn’t happen until almost two weeks later, work and Jack and life quickly getting in the way. But he surprises her, knocks on her door with a bouquet of flowers and breakfast on a Sunday morning.

“You said that you didn’t have plans.” He offers before she can ask what he’s doing at her doorstep. “And I wanted to surprise you, since our second date has taken a backseat.”

“T-thank you.” She stutters, feeling slightly embarrassed to stand in front of him without make-up in her sweats and a loose shirt.

“You look beautiful.” He says like he can read her mind and she smiles at him. “These are for you.” He hands her the flowers and watches as she takes them, her smile getting even bigger as she smells them.

“How did you know peonies are my favorite?” She looks from the bouquet of white, pink and purple to him and he winks at her.

“That’s for me to know, for now.” He pushes past her and into her kitchen and places the bag he’s carrying onto the counter. “I brought pancakes, coffee and fruit.”

As Emily watches him unpack boxes and carefully places take away cups down she feels her entire body warm. He was it for her, she knew it.

It gets easier after that morning, coffee dates before work and dinners if they aren’t away on cases. And all of a sudden it’s been close to two months and Emily is pressing him back against her front door, her tongue in his mouth and hands grabbing at his clothes.

They had waited, neither of them wanted their first time to be something rushed and tonight it was finally the time. His hands were on her waist, pushing her further into him, fingers moving under her shirt to feel her warm skin against his palms.

“I want you.” He gets out through heated kisses and she nods into a breathless kiss, only pulling back when the need for air becomes too much.

They move to the bedroom, hands roaming and lips searching as clothes fall onto the floor in a mess and when he pushes her against the bed she’s already flushed, her body feeling like it was on fire from him.

“You’re sure right?” He asks, eyes so soft that she wants to look away as he hovers above her. But she doesn’t, instead she cups his cheek as she nods.

“I’m sure.” She pulls him into another kiss as her legs wrap around his hips. His hand moves down her body, his lips move from hers to taste the skin of her neck, his tongue licking a stripe down the column of it and further down until he can lick over her nipple. Her back arches into him, offering more of herself to his searching lips and when his lips wrap around her nipple, she feels two fingers push inside of her and she moans softly.

His groan is muffled against her chest when he feels the heat of her around his fingers. When he curls them his eyes flicker up to her face, watches the way her eyelids drift closed and how her cheeks flush pink. He can feel the want and something they haven’t said out loud yet growing by every second and then she’s pulling him up to kiss him.

“Fuck me.” She whispers against his lips, a smirk on hers and eyes so dark they look black. The sound of her breathless gasp when he pulls his fingers out of her and tastes her makes him rut against her thigh, something close to needy behind the sound.

“Delicious.” He mutters and she arches an eyebrow in return.

“Filthy.” The teasing tone is immediately replaced by another moan when he spreads her legs wide, the tip of his cock hot against her clit. He’s big, pushing inside of her slowly as he keeps his eyes on hers and when his hips are flush against her he swallows down a groan as his forehead leans on her shoulder.

“Jesus Christ, you feel good.” He gets out through clenched teeth as he waits for her to adjust, The second she’s pushing up against him he starts to move, pulling out almost entirely before thrusting forward. The sounds of his name and jumbled moans coming from her only encourage him as he moves with heavy pushes of his hips.

It feels good, it feels so good and Emily is sure that her nails that she’s digging into his sides are breaking skin, but he doesn’t seem to care so she doesn’t either. It feels so good, but it’s not enough and the familiar feeling of stress comes over her out of nowhere. She didn’t think it would with him, didn’t think that she’d get into her own head like she usually did. But it was too late.

She had always had trouble finishing, especially with someone else. She would feel rushed or overthink what was happening and even if she really enjoyed what her partner was doing, more often than not she’d never fall over the edge. It was normal, she knew that, but she hadn’t thought it would happen with Aaron.

But as she lies there she can feel her own mind taking over and she knew that no matter how good it felt she wouldn’t get there. She didn’t really mind, she was used to it being this way, so when she fell back into what she was used to, moaning louder and clenching her muscles as she faked her orgasm she didn’t think much of it. Until she felt Aaron stopping and looking down at her with furrowed eyebrows.

“What was that?” He asked, dark eyes intent on hers.

“What was what?” She offers him a smile that he doesn’t return.

“You just faked it.”

“I-I didn’t” The way her voices raise just slightly in pitch gives her away.

“You did.” He rolls off her and grabs the cover to cover them both before propping his head up on his arm, staying close to her. “Why?”

She sighs heavily, never had anybody noticed, never had she had to tell someone, and of course it would have to be him that noticed. In hindsight she shouldn’t have been surprised, he’s the most perceptive person she’d ever met.

“Sometimes I can’t.” She starts slowly as she looks up at the ceiling. “Sometimes I can’t come and it’s just easier to fake it.”

“Sweetheart,” The nickname makes her relax slightly. “it’s not your job to make me feel good about my sexual performance.”

“But it’s not like I’m not enjoying it!” She huffs in frustration and brushes some hair out of her face. “It feels amazing and yet I just… can’t. Like my body is broken.” When he pulls her into his arms she doesn’t fight it, his lips against her forehead is calming, his even heartbeat soothing. “I just didn’t think this would be a problem with you.”

“I don’t see this as a problem.” His words makes her look up at him with pursed lips. “All this means is that we’ll try different things, and there’s always toys, and it’s our first time sweetheart, it’ll take some time getting to know each other like this.” He smiles at her and she bites her bottom lip to keep her own smile at bay. “Besides, getting to spend time with you, explore every inch of your body, how is that not a win for me?”

When she laughs and swats his chest he rolls her back onto the bed.

“Do you think you can let me do that?” He whispers and when she nods he leans down to stamp a kiss to her lips. “Just promise me that you won’t fake it?”

She looks up at him for a moment, for some reason feeling nervous but in the end she trusts him with everything, including this.

“Okay.”

He kisses her again, kisses her for so long that she forgets about everything that wasn’t him. His hands are slow as they move down her body, caressing skin with teasing touches. By the time he’s moving down the bed, her chest is heaving, her clit pulsing as he slowly kisses from her neck to her chest and further down until he’s between her thighs. But he surprises her, and instead of feeling his tongue against her center, he’s trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along her thighs, moving from one to the other.

“Aaron…” She gasps, feeling like she’ll go insane but he shushes her gently.

“Let’s not rush.” He mumbles, his eyes heated and dark and her breathing hitches at the sight.

She isn’t sure how long he spends kissing the sensitive skin of her thighs while his hands are moving over her body, but by the time he’s licking through her, she’s keening and writhing, needing more. His tongue is strong, pushing inside of her and then licking broad stripes through her folds until he’s sucking on her clit.

“Fuck!” Her back arches at the sudden pressure on her clit, the feeling intense. Somewhere through hazy pleasure she can tell that he’s smirking, satisfied with her reaction. But she doesn’t get the chance to give it much thought because his fingers are inside of her, moving, curling, twisting and her entire body reacts to it.

Aaron can feel her start to clench his fingers and he knows that she’s getting close. He focuses on what he’s doing, pushing his fingers against the same spot and sucks and licks over her clit and when smooth thighs start to squeeze around his head he only doubles his effort.

“I- I’m gonna- fuck Aaron, I’m coming!” She cries out as she falls over the edge, muscles tense as she rides out her pleasure. Her body felt like it was weightless, and as she starts to come down from her high, she can feel Aaron kiss slowly up her body. The laugh that erupts from her is unexpected, and the second he’s face to face with her again she pulls him into a kiss.

“Thank you.” She mumbles against his lips and he only smiles, something predatory in his eyes.

“That was one, let’s see if we can get you to two.” He flips her around and then takes a pillow and pushes it underneath her hips. “What do you like?” His voice is low as he leans over her back, lips by her ear and she shivers.

“Don’t be afraid to get rough.” She turns her head to look at him and he smirks.

“What else?” He licks along her spine and she gasps at the heat of him against her.

“I’ve never come without clit stimulation.” Her hips push back against his and when the hot smear of him stains her thigh she swallows down a moan. “A-and talking helps.”

“Dirty talk?” He rubs his cock through her folds and waits for her answer.

“Yeah, especially your voice.” Her cheeks burn from her admission and she’s happy that he can’t see her face.

“My voice huh?” He grabs her hip with one hand, keeping her still as he slowly pushes forward. “Good to know.”

“Oh my God.” She whimpers, the breathy sounds quickly turning into louder moans when he immediately sets a fast pace behind her.

“Fuck you feel good.” He straddles the back of her thighs and leans back over her as he mutters against the back of her ear. “Like you were made for me, perfect for me. My perfect thing.”

She bites down on her own hand to keep the wanton moan from erupting, something about his voice and his possessiveness driving her wild. She pushes her hip back against him, the groans coming making her flush with want.

They stay like that, Aaron grunting filth in her ear as Emily moans and whimpers, but he can tell that it isn’t enough, even when he gets his hand underneath her to toy with her clit. But he lets her take charge, enjoys the way she feels, the softness of her skin, the taste of sweat on her body until he can tell she’s getting frustrated and he slows.

“Can I ride you?” She asks, voice close to desperate and he growls at the sound. He lays on his back and watches with heated eyes as she moves to straddle him.

“You look so good like this.” He marvels at the sight of her above him, his hands landing on her waist as she sinks down on him with a low gasp. She supports herself on his chest, her nails digging into him as she starts moving. He watches her for a while, enjoys the way her tight walls cling to his shaft and the visual of Emily riding him. Then he bends his legs and starts to push up against her and she whines at the sudden movement.

“A-again.” She begs as she leans back, one hand supporting herself on his thigh while the other moves down to rub her clit. He takes notice of how she does it, stores that information for later and continues to thrust up into her. He moves one hand to her chest, pulls one nipple and then moves to the other when she nods.

“God you’re gorgeous, soaking my lap.” His words make her hips buckle and her hand speed up between her legs.

“C-close.” The heat in her stomach was building, her body chasing her release and if she wasn’t so focused on the way he made her feel she would have been astounded that she was close to coming for a second time, something that had never happened to her before.

“Do it, come for me.” He grits out as she start to spasm on top of him, jaw slacked and eyes rolling back in her head. She grunts as she comes, her fingers rubbing quickly and Aaron moving underneath her keeping her from coming down completely until she slumps in blissful exhaustion.

“Oh my God, I can’t believe that just happened.” She smiles lazily and doesn’t stop him when he lays her back on the bed on her side. When he spoons her from behind she sighs happily, her leg coming to rest over his hip as she slides back inside of her.

“How does that feel?” He husks against her neck, one arm sneaking underneath her to cup her breast while the other hand grips her thigh.

“So good, you feel so good.” She mumbles as her own hand moving to gently grasp at his neck, her fingers pulling on his hair. “Keep going.”

Aaron bit down on the back of her shoulder as he started to pump his hips against hers. He’s getting close to his own orgasm, can feel it growing by every thrust and when Emily squeezes around him he knows she can tell.

“I want you to come inside of me.” She turns just enough to kiss him, her tongue swiping over his bottom lip. “I want to feel all of it.”

“Fuck Em.” He grabs her harder, keeps her tight against him as he ruts against her, his movements becoming sloppy. “I’m going to make you come every which way, going to make you come until you’re begging me to stop.” The words are mumbles and hushed, words he wasn’t even sure he was saying falling from his lips as Emily let out needy whimpers and moans.

She feels him stilling behind her not much later, the sound of her name muffled against her neck as he bites a bruise into her skin, the heat of his release inside of her soon making her squirm. Only when his grip on her loosened did she turn, breathless and dazed as he hugged her close to his chest.

“Was that too much?” He asks after their breathing had returned to normal, Emily drawing random patterns on his chest as he slowly stroked her back.

“No, it was amazing.” She lifted her head and pressed a soft kiss to his lips.

“And tonight was just the beginning.” He grabbed the back of her neck to keep her from pulling away. “We’re going to have so much fun.”

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