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These Wounds We Heal Part 9

The Time He Wakes Up Next To Her

Aaron Hotchner/Emily Prentiss

Wordcount: 2.5K

Rating: M

A/N: So much like Emily Prentiss herself, I am now back from the dead. Uhhh.. life happened? I got a job, got a cat, got married, and now we’re here and I finally went back to this fic. I still adore it very much and am going to work on adding more and more chapters as I get the time. Thank you for those of you who left so many kind messages here and on AO3 encouraging me to continue to write this story. I will take my time, but I will not let you down!

Read on AO3 here or below the cut!

Catch up with parts 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, and 8.

What do we do now?

It’s that phrase that’s been bouncing around in her head for the past several minutes as she lies in her bed, staring at the clock, ignoring the heat rising from the mass that laid to her left.

When she awoke, there was a moment she thought it might have been a dream. Until she opened her eyes to see the soft back of him filling her vision, and she realized that the man lying next to her was very real, and very naked.

Dr. Aaron Hotchner was in her bed.

She had sex with Dr. Aaron Hotchner.

The thought makes her roll onto her back to stare at the ceiling, a smile ghosting over her lips.

Something this tangible was never what she thought of when she conjured up thoughts of sleeping with him previously. Sure she had fantasized about what he would taste like, sound like, feel like. But no part of her fantasy detailed the way that she would wake him up the next morning. What he would look like with sleep in his eyes, wrapped in the scent of her laundry detergent. She certainly hadn’t considered that the next idea that popped into her head would be that she never wanted to wake up alone again.

Now that was dangerous.

Oh Emily, what have you gotten yourself into?

“I can hear you thinking” a gruff voice interrupted her spiraling, making her jump.

“How long have you been awake?”

“Just about as long as you have” he mumbles, turning to draw her closer to him, dropping a hand over her waist while his lips grazed the back of her neck. “Having a kid turns you into a light sleeper.”

She hums in response, enjoying the feeling of his breath on her back, his heat enveloping her senses.

“And you were planning to tell me when?” she teases, following his lead and pressing herself into him. She felt him smile into her neck, the lips pressing against her becoming undeniably intentional as she wiggled her hips.

“As soon as you were done thinking” he whispers.

She can only respond with a groan as the lips on her neck start to trail to her collarbone, dotting her skin with light pink marks. His fingers are drifting lower, and she finds herself pressing into the pads of his fingers as they trace the outline of her navel down to just below the dip of her stomach.

“So are you planning on sharing?”

“Hmm?” She hums, finding it much easier to ignore her previous strain of thoughts when his hands are finding their way to her hips.

“What you were thinking about”

“Since you’re so good at profiling,” she teases as she rolls towards him. “You tell me.”

She faces him and can finally take in the image of a naked Aaron Hotchner beneath her bed sheets.

It’s breathtaking.

He kisses her, long and deep, tasting of morning and promises.

“Well I hope you weren’t thinking of how to get me out of your bed” he teases with a smile, both of their hands taking the opportunity to explore.

She shakes her head, feeling delightfully silly as she relishes in the feeling of him holding her in the morning light.

“Good to know” he smirks, placing a kiss on her forehead.

“I think then…” a kiss on her cheek.

“You’re thinking…” a kiss on her chin.

“What happens next?”

Her stunned silence betrays her, and his eyes twinkle with victory.

“You’re good Hotchner I’ll give you that” she concedes, taking the opportunity to run her thumb over the scruff on his chin.

“Well, I don’t have to pick up Jack until 3. So I’d say what happens next is you and I stay in this bed until” he makes a show of rolling his eyes back in thought until she giggles. “Around 2:30. And then the next time you and I don’t have a night where we’re chasing bad guys or stitching them up, I take you out to dinner”

“And then what?”

She finds herself desperate to hear his answer, her hands falling still as she stares into his eyes. They soften as he stares at her, and for a moment she can almost forget about the bad guys, about the ex-wives, the demanding parents and nosy coworkers, about everyone else in the world but him.

But the lives they lead are not conducive to forgetting. And they both know that.

He doesn’t answer, instead wrapping her in his arms tighter than she imagined was possible and kissing her deeply.

It’s a masterclass in avoidance but right now it will do. The fact that they found their way into bed together was a miracle in and of itself, who was she to question fate when it had already led them here. And who was she to question Dr. Hotchner when his ever growing erection was pressing insistently into her thigh.

It seemed, however, that fate had other plans for them this morning.

The sharp trill of her ringtone breaks their embrace, and reluctantly she detangles herself from him with a groan.

The only consolation she receives is his frustrated grunt in response, causing her to smirk as she reads the caller ID before promptly answering.

“Prentiss”

“Hope you don’t have any fun weekend plans. We have a case”

Morgan was suspicious from the moment she walked onto the plane.

His eyes burn holes into her back as he watches her walk down the aisle, and she can’t decide whether avoiding eye contact or making eye contact would be a better defense. It takes him 10 minutes after they hit cruising altitude to make his way over to her.

“Sleep well?” he says casually as he drops into the opposite seat.

“I suppose,” she answered, eyes narrowing as she tried to guess his angle.

“Hmm” he muses. “You know I don’t remember the last time I caught you sleeping in. Quit the morning run?”

“It’s been a rough couple weeks. Probably the first good night of sleep I’ve got in a while. I guess I wanted to savor it. Plus I thought I’d have the weekend”

He nods, acquiescing.

“I’d kill to sleep like that” he begins, his eyes sparkling. “You get some sort of prescription?”

She rolls her eyes, refusing to give in to his accusation.

“Oh come on Prentiss, we all know you’ve got that doctor on speed dial.”

“My speed dial is unfortunately occupied by you people” she jibes, sparing a glance over to the other occupants of the plane who were doing a great job of examining an upside down case file. “I barely have the time to talk to anyone else, even if I wanted to.”

Morgan leaned back, tossing his hands in the air in surrender before returning to his book, keeping his smirk to a minimum.

“Alright Princess, I’ll let you keep your secrets. You just uh, might want to touch up your neckline”

He gestures to his own collar and she feels herself burn with embarrassment as she remembers the shoddy concealer job she performed in her rear view mirror upon noticing some not so professional bruises sneaking their way up past the neckline of the shirt she had already deemed the most conservative of her go-bag.

She hears JJ snort as she snatches the book Morgan had been reading and hits his shoulder with a whack, prompting him to burst into victorious laughter as she grabs her makeup bag with a fierce glare.

By the time she comes back from the bathroom, Morgan has prepared the case file for the brief.

Back to business as usual.

She tries not to let thoughts of Aaron Hotchner M.D. cloud her head while she works, although it's hard when Morgan and JJ keep giggling to themselves every time an officer discusses something vaguely related to the local doctor's office. It becomes doubly difficult when she finally has a chance to check her phone notifications.

Dr. Hotchner: Hey. I know you’re probably busy, but I just wanted to check in and make sure your flight landed ok. Call me if you get a chance.

She lets out a smile and curses JJ’s observation skills as she notices the blonde lean over and tap Morgan on the shoulder before whispering something in his ear. He looks up at her and shakes his head with a teasing laugh. She flips them both off and walks out into the hallway, pushing past various deputies and secretaries until she finally finds a quiet enough corner to call.

I swear it's like working with a pack of high school girls.

He picks up on the third ring, and she can hear the sounds of some sort of children's TV show playing in the background.

“Hey, how are you?”

“I’m good. Doing good.”

“Good. How’s the other Washington?”

“Well from what I’ve seen of it, there’s trees, mountains, trees, and serial killers. Did I mention the trees?”

He laughs gently and she can feel the tension easing its way out of her shoulders.

“How’s Jack?”

“He’s good. We’ve been on a Thomas the Train kick recently, so he's very busy covering my living room in tracks.”

“I’m sure his engineering is remarkable.”

“Oh he’s a prodigy for sure. You should see the bridge he built over Mount Pillow. Practically flawless.”

It was her turn to laugh as she allowed herself to forget the trials of her day job and imagine the Hotchner living room as if she was there.

“How’s work?”

“It’s work” she states plainly, because it's true.

It’s a case not at all different from the ones she’s seen before. Although this one takes the cake for most interesting body dump, as their unsub had decided on stringing corpses up into trees like pinatas.

For many it would be considered a harrowing experience to have to deal with the process of disentangling limbs from branches, however for Emily, a day where she wasn’t frantically trying to identify her team's whereabouts or shoot her way through a suspect was a pleasant one.

Work was work.

“Do the crazy people have knives this time?”

“Hmm?”

“Never mind” he chuckles, and she feels like she’s missed out on some sort of inside joke.

She hears the TV fade as she assumes he walks into another room. She imagines him in his kitchen, how he’d look padding around in a sunbeam preparing morning coffee. It’s her own mind that betrays her when a version of herself wrapped snugly in a bathrobe cups a mug in her hands and stands smiling across from him.

It’s a domestic bliss she’s promised herself never to yearn for.

She allows herself the briefest indulgence.

“Hey, I think we should be able to wrap this case up in the next few days, if you want to grab dinner.”

“I’d like that. I’ll have to check my schedule to make sure I don’t have work, or need to take care of Jack”

“Of course. I don’t even know when we’d get back, it's just… I’d like to, you know. See you. Again.”

Talk about high school girls. You’re not asking him to prom, it’s just dinner. And he's already seen you naked.

“I’d like to see you too. Again.”

She can feel him smile through the phone and she can’t help but dawn a matching grin.

“Good. Good. Well I need to get back to the team, we’re meeting in 5 to go over the profile”

“Sure, I’ll need to get started on dinner. Send me a text when you get to your hotel room.”

“Will do.”

“Talk to you later”

“Bye”

She hangs up the phone and tries to compose herself, knowing if she walked back into their conference room with the look she was currently sporting JJ might actually explode.

It takes her two minutes to stop grinning.

They close the case in two days.

She spent that first night at the hotel combing through a suspect list Garcia had pooled for them, intent on focusing her energy not towards her own relationships, but toward her job.

This case was important, as they always are, and her urgency to catch this killer was not at all tied with her desperate desire to make it home before a certain doctor had three days of night shift in a row making him unable to commit to any dinner plans in the immediate future.

When they caught their man and slapped the handcuffs on him, she would have denied all accusations of checking her watch, and if by any chance someone had happened to see her do so, it would have only been to appropriately document the time of the arrest.

Which is what she told JJ as she cast a suspicious glance at her from across the interrogation room while Rossi hauled the man back to the cells in the precinct to be booked.

Unlike Morgan, with his rather brazen sibling-like teasing, JJ’s approach was always to hold back. JJ was patient. She would cast just enough raised eyebrows and soft smirks so that Emily knew she knew exactly what was going on, she was just waiting for Emily to tell her herself.

She knew Emily couldn’t keep a secret for too long, especially from her.

So when they boarded the plane, JJ didn’t ask any questions. Just sat across from Emily in a seat not unusual for her, and hummed innocently as she thumbed through a novel.

It could have qualified as torture.

Emily could practically feel the woman’s stare as she gazed out the window, desperately avoiding eye contact in an attempt to defend herself from what she quickly realized was becoming inevitable.

JJ was patient, but she really didn’t have to be. She just needed to wait for Emily to break.

And that never took more than 10 minutes.

“Are you going to do this the whole time?”

JJ looked up, with that curious doe eyed look that implied she knew nothing about why Emily was suddenly glaring at her with a look that could curdle milk.

“Do what?”

“Every time I look at my phone I can feel you staring.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

“Oh come on Jayje, we both know how this ends.”

JJ smiled, knowing she had her hooked. Emily, to her benefit, figured a quick surrender was better than the long and painful death of any remaining mystery her private life may have had.

“If you ask I’ll tell you.”

And there it was.

As much as she had dreaded the interrogation, it feels nice to gossip again. She can’t help but smile as she regales JJ with the tales of her not-so-secret sex life, feeling very regular as her best friend asks her to spill all the juicy details. It’s been a while since she was able to tell a story that didn’t end with someone getting shot.

Once JJ is satisfied, the girls both fall into a comfortable silence, and as Emily checks her phone she notices two notifications that had popped up unnoticed during their conversation.

"Speak of the devil," Emily mutters, and JJ wiggles her eyebrows in anticipation as Emily opens the text.

Dr. Hotchner: What time are you getting back tonight?

Dr. Hotchner: You should come over.

Two days to catch a serial killer put them back on the tarmac of Washington National Airport at 7:42 on a Tuesday night. That puts her in her office completing post-case paperwork until 11.

Which puts her in Aaron Hotchner's driveway before midnight, which, in the opinion of one Jennifer Jereau, was not at all too late for a doctor's visit.

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