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The Games We Play - Chapter 4
She’d survived the very worst a person could, lived through things that still kept her up at night, the screams of other innocent people ringing in her head as sleep evaded her.
She’d survived so much, but she didn’t think she’d survive leading him to his death.
A Hunger Games AU
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Hi friends,
Well, here we are - the final chapter of the most insane fic idea I've had yet. Thanks for all the love on this silly little AU it really means the world.
Please let me know what you think, your comments mean the world <3
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He grunts as the knife enters his chest again, the pain barely there, not matching up with what he thinks it should feel like. He looks up at George, at the crazed look in his eyes, and he knows this is it, that he’d got so close to surviving, so close to fulfilling his promise to Emily, and he’d fallen at the last hurdle.
Emily.
He thinks of her smile, of the way she’d laugh just when he needed to hear it. He thinks of her beauty, not diminished by what she’d survived but enhanced, her endless strength making her impossibly more gorgeous.
He had to make it back to her.
He growls, an animalistic sound escaping him as he surges forward, taking George by surprise as he flips them, the knife scattering out of the other man's hand as he gets the advantage. He hits him, his fists aching and splitting open as he carries on, not stopping as he feels bones crack beneath his knuckles.
He carries on, all the anger he’d ever felt surging through him. Anger at his father. At himself. At the world he found himself living in.
He only stops when he physically can’t do it anymore, his arms giving out from under him as he collapses off of George, who was eerily still, his eyes, one of the only recognisable parts of his face left, staring straight ahead.
Aaron collapses, his head swimming as blood loss catches up with him, his eyes drifting shut as he hears a canon crack in the air around him.
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He sucks in a panicked breath, his eyes flying open as he looks around him, his body heavy as he tries and fails to sit up.
“Aaron.”
His head snaps to his left, his eyes wide and wild as he looks at Emily, a mix of relief and disbelief painted across her face, “Emily?”
“It’s okay,” she says, still in her seat, seemingly glued to it as she looks him over, her shoulders tight, “You’re okay. You’re in the private wing of the hospital,” she says, looking around them, “I shouldn’t even be here,” she flashes him a quick smile, “Dave can talk anyone into anything.”
He nods, taking in his surroundings a little more now the panic has passed. Everything looked opulent, expensive in a way he never would have been able to imagine before he came to the Capitol. He looks past the open door to his room and sees the nurse sitting at a computer and typing, the clack of the keys clear even from where he is lying in his bed.
“My hearing,” he says, placing his hand over his right ear, “It’s back. After the explosion with Kate…I could barely hear.”
“They restored it for you,” she explains, her smile tight as she sits up straighter in the chair next to his bed, “Nothing but the best for their victor.”
He nods, blinking heavily a few times before shaking his head, trying to dispel the sleepiness that threatened to overtake him, “What else?”
“You have a fair number of scars on your chest,” she says, her eyes fixed on his gown as if she could see his damaged skin through it, “And on your knuckles from where you…” she presses her lips together, the memory of the sound of George’s face giving way under his fists sending a shiver down her spine, “They can get rid of the scars too if you want to. Some people keep them.”
“Did you keep yours?”
His question takes her by surprise, and for a moment she forgot he didn’t know, that in all the nights they shared a bed he’d never seen her without her clothes on, had never seen the constellation of scar tissue that spread across her abdomen. Pink lines and creases that had faded to white, skin that was still numb to the touch and likely always would be.
“Yes,” she says, subconsciously placing her hand over the scar through her shirt, “I kept it.”
He stores the information away for later, not wanting to pry now, but he thinks he’ll make the same decision, not wanting to lose the evidence of what he’d survived.
“What else happened?” He asks, and she frowns, her eyebrows knitting together as she tilts her head and he smiles softly, “You looked like you saw a ghost when I woke up.”
She wonders how she should feel about the fact he can read her so easily, that, despite everything, they’d seemingly picked back up right where they left off when she’d been reaped for her own games and her life had changed forever. She thinks she should hate it, but she doesn’t. She likes that he knows her like that, that he understands her.
It had been so long since she’d felt known.
“Your…” she clears her throat, her teeth clenched as she tries to breathe through the emotion threatening to overwhelm her, “Your heart stopped when they got you out,” her voice shakes a little, “You were dead for almost a minute until they brought you back.”
He frowns and places his hand against his chest, his ribs aching, his entire body on fire from pain that the medication in his system barely dulled, “They brought me back?”
She chokes out a sound somewhere between a laugh and a sob and she nods, “Yeah, they brought you back.”
“Why?”
His question surprises her, makes her breath catch in her chest as she looks down at her hands, her torn up cuticles something she can focus on instead of him, “Because they need a winner,” she whispers, “None of this works if they don’t have a winner and George died in the arena. So you’re their winner.”
He stares at her, his focus on the way she absolutely avoids looking at him. He can’t help but wonder how she felt when she was in his place. When she was laying in a bed, stitched back together after barely surviving the unthinkable, alone and wondering what came next. He feels selfishly grateful that he has her, that she can guide him through this next part.
“So,” he says, offering her a half smile when she looks at him, “Looks like I’ll be able to take you on a date after all,” he jokes, wanting nothing more than to lighten the mood, to feel anything other than despair for the first time since his brother’s name was called during the reaping.
She scoffs, shaking her head as she crosses her arms over her chest, Dave’s words from just a few days ago weighing heavily on her chest, “I wish it was that simple.”
He frowns at her, lifting his hand from his bed and offering it out to her, grateful when she stands and takes it without any further prompting, as if she was magnetised to him, moving against her will, “What do you mean?”
She isn’t sure how to put it into words. She wanted him, wanted whatever sense of happiness was possible in the reality they lived in, but she knew there would be a cost. She’d always known that, it’s why she’d cut him out of her life until he volunteered for his brother, fate intervening and putting them back firmly in each other's paths. She sighs as she sits on the edge of his bed, his warmth even with the small amount of distance between them intoxicating.
“There will be expectations of us,” she says, her chest hollowed out, aching and empty, ready for the heartbreak she can already feel, the heartbreak she’d endure for the rest of her life if it was what he chooses. She reaches out to push some of his hair out of his face, the strands longer than they usually would be, unkempt from his time in the arena, her fingers ghosting across his forehead. “If we do this. Our life won’t necessarily be our own.”
He catches her hand as she pulls it away from his face, linking their fingers together and squeezing, desperate to keep her close, “What do you mean?”
She looks over her shoulder to make sure they are alone, to check the nurse who was assigned to him wasn’t in earshot. She’d learnt a long time ago that no one could be trusted, that even those who seemed to be her friends here would give away her secrets for free. The only person she did trust, other than Aaron, was Dave. He’d never lied to her, never been anything other than almost painfully honest, their shared burden of what they did year after year something that had bonded them in a way she’s sure she’d collapse without. She leans in and makes sure she talks quietly, her voice low so only he hears her.
“We’ll get married,” she says, a smile flitting across her face at the treacherous hope that flashes in his eyes, something that even what he’d just been through couldn’t kill. She liked to think that would one day be the country’s downfall - the hope that existed between them all no matter what they had done to them. Hope that planted seeds and bloomed even in the darkest of circumstances, its flowers too bright and beautiful to be ignored, “And we won’t…there won’t be a lot of choice,” she says, hoping he’d understand, that he wouldn’t make her say it, “We would be expected to do our duty as victors.”
It’s the desperate look in her eyes that makes it click for him. He thinks of their conversation on the train, the way they’d casually agreed children weren’t on the cards for either of them as they drank liquor he’s sure cost more than his parent’s house. It was a moment in time, something that had led him back to her, his volunteering for his brother a crossroads in his life that had changed everything. A decision that, in the grand scheme of things, hadn’t been that long ago but may as well have happened to a different person.
“Oh,” he says, feeling her hand go slack in his, her expression tight as she starts to pull away, taking his silence and lack of a reaction as confirmation he would change his mind. He holds her hand even tighter, and feels her bones pop against each other, “Well, if there was anyone I’d want to do any of that with, it would be you.”
She scoffs, disbelief catching on every rib as it forces its way out, “Aaron, it’s not that simple,” she says, looking down at their joint hands, his tanned skin from the artificial sun in the arena making hers look even paler than usual, “We’d have to have children. If we didn’t Barnes would punish us, our families.”
“Em-”
She carries on as if he hasn’t spoken, as if she can’t hear him. All of the fears she’d pushed down for years finally burst to the surface, escaping from the box she’d hidden them in because he’d knocked it over, his love and kindness tearing her defences to pieces.
“And as much as I always said I don’t want children, I’d love them. I’d love them so much and then having to send them off to the arena when they turn 12-” she’s cut off as he sits up, groaning at the pain that spreads through his chest, his entire body burning from the points where Foyet had stabbed him, “What are you doing? You’re hurt.”
“I’m trying to hug you,” he says through gritted teeth as she lowers him back down to the bed, her hands firm on his shoulders as she raises an eyebrow at him in disbelief. He breathes through the pain for a moment and then rests his hands on her hips, “Em, I understand what you’re saying,” he says, encouraging her closer, her face close enough that he can feel her breath skipping across his skin, “I know it won’t be easy, but even if we had a kid tomorrow, 12 years is a long time. You never know what could happen.”
She huffs out a laugh and presses her forehead against his, “You think the world is going to change enough between now and then to mean we’d be safe.”
“I think you haven’t even kissed me yet,” he says, his hand on her back, his palm splayed so his fingers sneak under the hem of her shirt, smiling softly as she shivers as his heated skin touches hers, “Everything else will happen as it happens.”
She thinks she should hate him for being so sure, for the hint of optimism she knew time would kill over the next few years, but she can’t bring herself to. Instead, she allows herself to feel the relief that she’d been holding off since she’d arrived at the hospital. It fills her lungs, her chest fully expanding for the first time since she’d last seen him before he went into the arena, and she shakes her head, pressing her forehead against his for a moment before she pulls back, her smile fond as their eyes meet.
She leans in and presses her lips against his, her hand on his cheek to hold him in place, as if he’d rather be anywhere else even if he had the strength to move. It’s everything she’d ever imagined it to be and more as he pulls her closer, his hand insistent on her back as his other one finds its way into her hair, anchoring her to him. He tastes of the sugary medicinal drink she’d been made to have when she first woke up when she won the games, a boost she’d never known the name of, a hint of something she knew must just be him lingering underneath.
He sighs contentedly as she sinks into him, her tongue running across the seam of his lips before he opens his mouth. He’d thought about this moment for so long that it didn’t feel real, almost too good to be true. For a moment he wonders if he really did die in the arena, if this was the last thing his subconscious was doing for him, a moment of heaven before he slipped into darkness.
He knows it’s real the moment she pulls back, a concerned look on her face as he groans in pain, the two of them having got carried away as he pulls her tight to his chest, the pain reverberating throughout his body.
“Sorry,” she says, her hand slipping from his cheek to his throat, the reassuring thump of his pulse against her skin calming her down.
“Never apologise for kissing me,” he replies, encouraging her back in for another kiss, a quick thing stamped against her lips, “But we might have to wait a little while for our date.”
She smiles and nods, resting her forehead against his, taking a moment to breathe him in, “I should get going anyway. Let you rest.”
He shakes his head, “No, stay.”
“Aaron-”
“Please,” he says, wincing as he tries to shift in the bed, making room for her to slide in next to him, “I want you to stay.”
She hesitates, not sure what people would say or think if they found her in his bed, but she realises she doesn’t care. For the first time in years, she doesn’t think about anyone other than herself and she nods, slipping off her shoes before she carefully slips into bed with him, her head on his shoulder as she snuggles into his side. A sense of peace she hadn’t felt since they’d last slept next to each other washes over her and she tilts her head to look up at him.
“I love you,” she says, the words not seeming as heavy as they had on the rooftop the night before the games started. It was no longer something she’d only get to say to him once, no longer a rushed confession borne out of a misunderstanding. It was softer, impossibly more real.
Something she would say to him every day for the rest of her life.
“I love you too,” he replies, kissing the top of her head, tightening his hold on her the best he can with his injuries, “And I’ll spend the rest of my life doing that the best way that I can.”
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At first, she’s not sure what wakes her up.
She’d never slept well on the train, not from the very first time she’d boarded it. It was eerily quiet given the speed they were travelling and it left her feeling uneasy, a stillness to it all that felt unnatural.
She rolls onto her back and groans, rubbing her hands over her eyes as she considers going to watch the sunrise in the back carriage, and then she hears a moan next to her, drawing her attention to Aaron as he sleeps fitfully. As he thrashes in the bed, his fists clenched at his sides, she knows what woke her up and she sighs sadly. She sits up and turns on the light, folding her legs against her chest and wrapping her arms around them as she watches him, waiting for him to wake up.
The first night he’d been back from the hospital, the same day he’d had his interview with Gideon, she’d tried to wake him up. She’d put her hands on his face and tried to pull him out of it, her words soft and reassuring as she eased him back to her. He’d grabbed her wrist, his grip tight around it, as he woke up, leaving a bruise that hadn’t quite faded yet. He hadn’t forgiven himself, had refused to sleep next to her again until she promised she wouldn’t try to wake him up again, and she hated how he sometimes looked at her.
As if she had something to be afraid of when she was with him.
It feels like an age passes before he wakes up, his chest filling quickly with a breath that’s clearly painful as he sits up, his eyes wild as he yells, his fists clenched so tightly she’s sure he could break the skin on his palms.
“Aaron,” she says quietly, not wanting to startle him. He looks at her so quickly it must pull at his neck, his eyes still wide as they meet hers. She knows that look, she’s seen it on her own face in the small hours of the night as she splashed water on herself in the bathroom after a nightmare. He was in the arena, his mind playing tricks on him even though he was now as safe as he ever would be. “You’re okay. It’s a dream. We’re on the train home.”
“Emily?”
She smiles and nods, shifting closer to him as the fog in his eyes starts to lift. She reaches out and places her hand on his cheek, her heart twisting in her chest as he leans into it, seeking out the affection she always had waiting for him.
“It’s me. I’m right here,” she assures him, shifting closer again until she’s in his lap, something in her stomach easing when he wraps his arms around her and holds her close, “I’m right here.”
He sighs, his eyes drifting closed as he rests his forehead on her temple, taking the chance to breathe her in, to replace the blood he could still smell with the scent of her, “I’m sorry.”
She pulls back and cups his cheek again, “You have nothing to be sorry for.”
His eyes drift to her bruised wrist and guilt churns in his gut just like it had every day since he’d woken up to find his first wrapped tightly around it. He clenches his teeth and shakes his head, familiar anger he hadn’t been able to shift since the arena burning through him.
“I don’t know how you can even look at me.”
She frowns as he looks down, avoiding her eye contact. He barely lets go of her though, as if she was the only thing keeping him grounded, so she wraps her arms around his shoulders to hold him close.
“What do you mean, sweetheart?” She asks, the moniker slipping free without her meaning it to, her focus on playing with the short hairs at the back of his head, providing comfort in any way she can.
“I hurt you,” he says, his tone flat as he continues to stare at the wall, “I killed people, Em,” he finally pulls away to look at her, “I killed a guy with my bare hands.”
“If you hadn’t, he would have killed you,” she reasons, an edge of desperation to her voice that she ignores, “And I’ve killed people too. It’s the only reason we’re both still here,” she smiles sadly, her hand on his cheek as she holds him in place, “Does that make it hard for you to look at me?”
He shakes his head immediately, his eyebrows furrowing as if the mere idea was ridiculous, “Of course not,” he says emphatically, “Never.”
“Then it’s not going to make it hard for me to look at you,” she says, making a point of reaching for his hand, of smoothing her fingers over the still healing cuts on his knuckles, “We survived,” she looks up at him, making eye contact as she kisses his hand, soothes away the damage both physical and mental, the scars she couldn’t see but knew were there, “We survived, and now we’ve got to try and live. As best as we can,” she kisses him, her lips firm against his, and she barely pulls back, her breath skipping across his face as she speaks, “Together.”
He nods, pulling her closer, his grip on her fierce. She holds him back just as tightly, seeking comfort as easily as she gives it.
“Together.”
-x-
Me to me: you will not write a sequel…you will not write a sequel…
-x-
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Hello. How are you? You’re probably busy but I wanna request a fic. It’s about Emily giving Aaron a blowjob and him being unsure cause before her he hasn’t received a bj where a partner does it very lovingly and with so much excitement. Emily shows him how much he deserves it 🙂 cause she loves him 🖤
A/N: I am back from my little break and I’m hoping to get a few things up in the next couple of weeks. I will say that I'll probably write a little less than I have before, I've lost some of my motivation.
But, I hope you guys still enjoy the filth, you know that comments and likes really are the things that motivates me the most so please let me know what you think!
Title: I’ll never be the same
Summary: Emily gives pleasure like she gives everything else, with enthusiasm.
Word Count: 2k
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Smut, oral, feelings if you squint
Aaron looked out through the window in his office towards the bullpen, his eyes quickly landing on Emily as she sat on the edge of Derek’s desk, a smile on her face as he spoke animatedly. Ever since he admitted to himself that he was in love with his subordinate, he had let his gaze linger a little longer on her whenever she was around. When he finally admitted to her that he loved her, he let himself look at her whenever he wanted.
They hadn’t been dating for very long, their relationship new and exciting as he let himself fall into something that he was sure would last forever. Like she could feel his eyes on her, she looked up and gave him a smile. They were still a secret at work, both agreeing that telling the team was something they wanted to hold off on.
Aaron smiles back and then sits back at his desk, barely having time to grab his pen to finish the paperwork he had taken a break from when his phone buzzed.
Can’t wait until we get out of here!
He smiled at the text from Emily, his fingers moving over the buttons on his phone quickly.
Me neither, I’m going to make you come until you’re begging me to stop.
He ignores the itch to stand up to see her reaction, waits a few moments and then his phone vibrates again.
Is that a promise?
Hell yes, it was.
*
Emily walks ahead of him as they enter her apartment, his warm hands planted firmly on her hips and his lips pressing kisses against her neck as he walks them towards her bedroom.
“I’ve wanted you all day.” She pants and she feels his fingers dig into her skin a little harder.
“Did you think about this at your desk?” He mumbles against the shell of her ear and she shivers against him, her ass pushing against his groin on instinct.
“Yes.” Her head falls to the side, giving him more access to her skin as she starts to unbutton her shirt.
“What did you think about?” One of his hands moves from her hip to dip inside her pants, fingertips teasing along the silk of her underwear. When she didn’t answer, too busy focusing on his touch he nipped at her throat. “Tell me.”
“I thought about you-,” She sucks in a breath when a rough finger rubs over her clit. “fuck Aaron.” She shakes her head as her eyes close tight and she tries to get the words out as he smirks against her neck. “I thought about you coming down my throat.”
He faulters, finger stopping and lips moving from where he had sucked over her pulse. He catches her confused eyes as she looks at him over her shoulder.
“Aaron?” She twists out of his hold and turns to face him. “Are you alright?”
“You don’t have to do that.” He says quietly and he sees her eyebrows knit together.
“Do what?” Her hand is warm as she cups his cheek, her dark eyes searching his.
“You know.” He gestured awkwardly towards his groin and she feels her confusion only grow.
“You don’t like getting blowjobs?” She looked at him as he shrugs, suddenly shy in a way he never was with her.
“I-I don’t want you to feel like you have to do that. I know women don’t enjoy it.” He mumbles and he can see the realization dawn on her.
“Haley never…?” She let the question hang in the air and Aaron sighed heavily. Suddenly it made sense that whenever she had tried to kiss lower than his chest he had pulled her up to face him.
“Not really. She told me that it was demeaning. That women don’t like it but only does it because they feel like they have to.”
The scoff leaves her before she can stop it and it’s Aaron’s eyebrows that furrow this time. She loops her arms around his neck, lets him rest his forehead against hers as she looks into his eyes.
“Honey,” She says softly “do you really think I’d ever do something I didn’t want to do? Or that I would lie to you about what I want?” She feels him relax against her, another deep breath leaving him.
“Do you mean…?” He doesn’t finish his sentence but lets his hands wrap around her body and pull her closer.
“I want to, fuck Aaron I’ve been wanting to since we got together.” She smiles at the way he’s so obviously excited but also hesitant. “I’ve thought about sneaking under your desk at work, have fantasized about what you taste like.” She whispers the words against his skin as she slowly presses soft kisses along his jaw. “I’ve wanted to feel you in my mouth, want to make you come apart on my tongue.”
“Fuck, Em.” He gasps as she continues to suck and kiss down his throat, her fingers getting the buttons of his shirt undone and her lips follow, kissing and licking down his chest until she’s kneeling in front of him and he’s panting. She gets his belt off and when she starts to pull his slacks down his hips, he’s already hard in his boxers.
“Sit on the edge of the bed.” She tells him gently and he backs the short distance until he’s sitting down. He watches jaw slacked as she sits between his legs on the floor, her hand slow and gentle as she stroked along his inner thighs.
“Are you sure?” He asks even though his entire body is tense with excitement. When Emily chuckles softly and stands up he follows her with his eyes. She pushes her own pants off, leaving her in a black underwear set that makes his mouth water.
“Does this feel like I’m not sure?” She takes his hand and pulls it between her legs. When he feels her wetness through her underwear his eyes widen and she smiles at him. “Trust me, I’m sure, I want too so bad.” She whispers and gets back on her knees between his legs.
He helps her off with his boxers, leans back on his hands as Emily carefully takes his painfully hard cock in her hand and pumps it. Her eyes are hazy with arousal, her breathing coming out on soft pants as she leans forward. When he feels the tip of her tongue against the base of his shaft his hands fist the sheets. Then she licks the length of him slowly, until she’s able to lick the bead of precum on his tip.
Her eyes stay on his when she finally takes him in her mouth, her lips stretching around his cock and Aaron groans. He can’t look away as she takes more and more of him, her mouth feeling hot and wet around him.
“Oh my god.” He breathes through clenched teeth as she starts to bop her head, her tongue flat against his shaft, her lips tight around him, sucking him off so eagerly that he’s almost overwhelmed. His head falls back in pleasure as she takes him deeper and deeper, takes him so far down her throat that she chokes and pulls back with a gasp.
“Fuck I love your cock.” She gasps before he has the chance to ask if she’s okay and then she takes him back in her mouth, sucking him just as deep and Aaron knows that he won’t last long. The feeling is new, it’s exciting, it feels so fucking good and his hand automatically finds the back of her head, fingers tanging in the soft strands. And then she moans around him, and he can’t help the whimper that leaves him at the vibrations.
“Baby,” He gasps, hips stuttering against her face and it only seems to encourage her. Her tongue moves in patters around his cock, one hand comes to pump the base of him and then she sucks harder. “Jesus Christ, Em. Don’t stop.” He pleads and he sees the way her eyes light up at the pleasure she’s giving him.
Emily can’t keep her eyes off him, from the way his muscles tense, how his Adams apple bops as he swallows repeatedly, to the way his face is a mix of awe and pleasure. He’s a vision and he was all hers and she couldn’t believe her luck. She twists her wrist around his shaft and sucks on his cockhead and the way he buckles into her touch makes her do it again, and then again until his hips push against her face and she takes him as deep as he could go. She relaxes her throat as her nose presses against his pelvis and all she can hear is the groans and moans falling from his lips, her name leaving him like a prayer.
She pulls off him, lets him take in the way her eyes have teared and a string of saliva connects his cock with her bottom lip and she’s sure she’s never seen him look hotter than right then. She lowers her head a little further, keeps pumping his shaft with her hand and then licks over his balls, carefully sucking them into her mouth.
“Fuck, Em fuck, fuck fuck.” His hand tightens in her hair but he doesn’t even realize it, it feels too good, he knows he can’t stop the impending orgasm even if he wanted to.
“Are you close?” She asks with a smirk. It’s rhetorical, she can see the way he’s so clearly trying to hold off. He nods, eyes closed tight and his body shining with sweat. “Come for me honey, let me taste it.” She takes him back in her mouth and Aaron grunts, his fingers flexing in her hair and pulling her face against him. She loves how he’s completely let go of any reservation, that he’s going off what his body needs and she lets him move her head as he chases his release.
Her lips tighten around him and she swallows, hand back to pumping and twisting the base of him and it’s too much, it’s too good and he feels his entire body jerk. He opens his eyes to watch her and it’s the last push he needs. His orgasm rocks through his entire body, not even giving him time to warn her before he’s coming on her tongue, spurting his cum into her mouth. Emily doesn’t miss a beat, swallows and sucks him as he gives in to his release. His eyesight goes fuzzy, there’s a ringing in his ears, his body twitches as she continues to suck on his tip, her hand slowing but not stopping and she laps lazily over him, drawing out his pleasure for as long as possible.
Once he feels like he can breathe again, his entire body deflates and he falls back on the bed, chest heaving. He feels euphoric and before he knows it he’s laughing and sits up to pull Emily from the floor. She lays beside him, a grin on her own face as she watches the joy on his.
“That was so good.” He says and presses a kiss to her forehead, then the tip of her nose and lastly her lips. He can taste himself on her tongue as he pushes his own past her lips and he groans at the mix of Emily and him. “You’re amazing.” He kisses her again before she has the chance to say anything, hand moving over her warm, soft body until he reaches her underwear.
She was soaked, her own slick down her thighs and he gasps at the heat of her.
“Never think that I don’t want suck your cock.” She pants and he growls into another kiss as he tears her underwear from her body.
“I seem to remember a promise of making you come until you’re begging me to stop.” He mumbles against her lips before moving down her body. “I’m going to have my fun with you now.”
Emily feels his tongue on her clit before she even has time to say his name.
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Breakfast with a side of mourning
Pairing: Aaron Hotchner/Emily Prentiss (friendship, mostly?)
Rating: E
Warnings: Mention of nose bleed
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Takes place right after 4x17 'Demonology'.
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She eventually makes her way into her apartment, her clothes heavy with melted snow and her mind heavy with Matthew. There's dried blood crusted around her nostrils and upper lip, and her throat burns from the cold air. She knew better than to walk that far in the snow with no real winter wear, but she desperately needed to feel something other than the guilt and sadness that was wreaking havoc in her soul.
She removes her long, soggy coat and hangs it up by the door - she'll wash it later - and tosses her keys on the hallway table. She turns to lock the door behind her and nearly sprints up the stairs to get into a nice warm shower.
Just as she's bolting up the stairs, she hears a solid knock at the door. She flips her left wrist over to catch the time and quirks an eyebrow. Who would be knocking on her door at nearly 10 pm?
She jogs quietly to the front door and peers through the peephole. Aaron Hotchner stands on the other side of the door, not with his usual stoic, expressionless face, but with something Emily can't quite place. She opens the door and his expression immediately changes, something more like concern and panic.
"Hotch? Are you okay?"
He blinks at her, his eyebrows shooting up. "Am I okay? Are you okay? You're bleeding."
She knits her eyebrows together and brings the side of her hand up to her nose to wipe it. Sure enough, another nose bleed. She sighs.
"Yeah," She grins sheepishly at him. "It happens when I'm outside in the cold for too long. Used to happen a lot when I was a kid." She moves to the side to let him inside so she can close the door.
He gets to her kitchen before turning to look at her again. He takes in her wet hair, her dark shirt clinging to her skin, her lips have a very faint tinge of blue and he can see the dried blood that was now being taken over by the new stream of blood dripping over her lips.
She side steps him to get into the kitchen, pinching her nose closed to stop the blood from pouring out. She reaches out for the paper towel roll and struggles to rip it off one handed so Hotch quickly moves to help her. He watches as she quickly puts it to her face, the white immediately blending to red.
"Emily, this is a lot of blood for just a regualr nose bleed." He says quietly, standing closer to her than she realized. She closes her eyes.
With her head still swirling of Matthew, and Hotch's soft concerned voice… she's afraid the final crack in the dam might break, and she refuses to ugly cry in front of her boss.
"You know what's really funny?" She chuckles, removing the paper towel from her nose, and folding it over to the other side. "It started right when I realized I was standing in front of a church." She hopes the humor can distract herself long enough to keep from breaking.
She huffs out a small laugh, he doesn't. He's just boring into her with concerned eyes. She rolls her eyes at him. "I'm okay, Hotch. Really."
She removes the paper towel. "See? It's not even bleeding anymore."
"You used to get them a lot as a kid?" He asks. He takes the bloody paper towel out of her hands and tosses it into the trash can that he's standing next to.
She bites the inside of her cheek. "Yeah. Mostly during winter. Something about the air being dry..." She fades off, and then clears her throat.
"Is there a reason your here?"
He raises his eyebrows at her and shoves his hands in his pockets awkwardly. Something she's sure she's never seen him do. Aaron Hotchner doesn't do anything awkwardly. "I wanted to apologize for earlier." His voice is soft and is eyebrows dip back down into their seemingly natural scowl-ly state.
She waves a hand at him. "All in the past, Hotch."
"No," He starts, shifting on his feet. He battles with himself on stepping closer to her and stepping further away. He eventually decides to just...not move. "I shouldn't have dismissed you like that. I should've fought harder for this case, for you..." He clears his throat.
"Rossi mentioned you walked home in the snow. I also just wanted to make sure you got home okay." He darts his eyes away from her's, hoping she didn't catch the sentiment that accidentally fell out of his mouth.
She squints her eyes, her head falling to the side to look at him. Their relationship, friendship, had gotten better since they first met. She completely understood his hesitation of her joining the team in the beginning. But since then, they've been more friendly. Hotch seemingly remembering small things about her that she would say from previous conversations, sometimes conversations that he wasn't even involved in. She never knew what it meant, if it even meant anything. But the way he's standing like a nervous high schooler talking to his crush in her kitchen at 10 pm makes her wonder even more. Or, stop wondering, really.
"Thank you," She nearly whispers. "And I understand, Hotch. Really. There was a lot of emotions webbed into this case and decisions that weren't always up to you."
They stand quietly for a moment before she straightens herself up. "Not to throw you out or anything, but it's late and I need a hot shower to dethaw myself."
He cracks a smile at her. "Yeah, of course. Sorry for interrupting." He turns to walk back down the hallway, her right behind him.
She reaches for his wrist when they get to the door. "Thanks for coming to check up on me." The smile on her face fading into an appreciative pout.
He smiles back at her. "Of course. If you need anything, I'll be by my phone. I don't have Jack tonight, so I'll probably be up working for a few more hours."
She smiles again and nods, picking at her fingernails awkwardly. "I will. Thank you again. Really."
And with that, he's out the door.
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The early morning rolls around way too quickly. The bright lights shining in through her window makes her want to kick her feet like a little kid not wanting to get up for school. Instead, she throws her blanket over her eyes and wills her brain to let her get at least one more hour of sleep. After all, she's grounded from the BAU for the next handful of days, just because it's 6 am doesn't mean she has to get up now.
Just as sleep is about to pull her back under, her phone chirps with a text message. She sighs as she blindly reaches out toward her nightstand. She pulls it under the blanket and quirks an eyebrow at Hotch's name.
Hotch: Hey, sorry if this wakes you. Just wanted to make sure you slept. If you need anything, please let me know. You should probably try to rest on your time off. Grief always has a way of sneak attacking you.
Emily: Im kinda already awake and ive never been any good at lazing around - grieving or not
She watches the iMessage bubble pop up and disappear for a good minute before she huffs out a small laugh.
Emily: You writing a novel over there?
Hotch: I was just debating on asking if you wanted to come over for breakfast? I have to go pick up Jack in a few, he'd love to see you. And it gives you an excuse to not "be lazy".
Her grin cracks open into a bright smile. Matthew was still heavy on her mind, so was all of the events of the past 48 hours, but the thought of going to her boss's house to have breakfast with him and his son, who she adores, was enough to momentarily knock the sadness out of her chest.
The wondering she was doing last night still swirling around the midst of her mourning, but she's sure this is a step in the direction she's wanted this...friendship...to go in for a long time now. Unfortunately, it took her best friend dying for it to happen. Another thing Matthew has done for her, she guesses...
Emily: Yeah. That sounds really nice actually. Thank you
Hotch: Would you like for me to pick you? I can swing by before or after I get him.
Emily: No thats okay, im in the mood to drive, listen to loud music and dodge pedestrians 🙂
Hotch: Ok. As your boss I have to say please don't hit any pedestrians. As your friend I have to remind you that pedestrians are 10 points, cops are 20 and the elderly are 50.
That makes her bark out a laugh, flinging her blanket off her head so she can breathe. It takes her a moment for the giggling to subside before she registers that he referred to her as his "friend".
Her eyes stare at the ceiling, picturing Matthew's face once more, silently thanking him again for everything he's done for her. And what he's already doing for her now.
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“Emily scrolls through the photos and discovers herself through Aaron's eyes. She finds herself beautiful, full of life; almost always laughing or smiling, cheeks slightly pink, eyes sparkling. She feels loved in a way she's never felt before.
Through his eyes, she almost falls in love with herself.”
Or, Emily needs some pictures of herself; Aaron provides dozens.
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Love between us
Summary:
Emily and Aaron’s love blooms… this is their story.
TW: mentioning of pregnancy, Doyle & Foyet, very slight hinting at sexual noises
Read over at ao3 or down below. 👇🏻
Authors note:
Well this is my first fan fiction for criminal minds and the first one I wrote in a long time… so be warned. Also I’m not a native speaker so please feel free to correct my writing nicely
There was a time where Emily thought she would never have this. This type of life, this type of love. The type that encompasses your whole body and mind, the kind that makes you feel the butterflies in your belly day to day, the type that makes you feel like you are flying. So waking up next to him… next to Aaron, every day, still in a daze, trying to differentiate what is part of her dream and part of real life while being cuddled against his chest makes her heart beat faster, those rare slow mornings make the pain of the past worth it. The love between her and him was always present after the distrust of the beginning began to fade. But Emily first paid it any mind the day Aaron was stabbed by Foyet, the day where she felt like she couldn’t breathe while she was searching for him. She never acted on it, even after realising that her feelings aren’t just platonic… until the day Sean told her Ian Doyle escaped from prison. Something made her go to Aaron, in the middle of the night, totally on edge. Jack was with Jessica that night, Aaron told her that afterwards, her body totally on autopilot. She wordlessly went inside after he opened the door for her, he felt something was off, but for a long time didn’t know what it was.
They sat down on his couch like so many times before, their friendship deepening since he came out of the hospital after Foyet, even more so after Haley died. They just sat there for some time, for Emily it felt like a few minutes, her brain racing faster than ever. For Aaron it felt like hours, he watched her, watched her micro expressions but he couldn’t read her. In reality it was quiet for a few minutes until she turned to him, saw his worried gaze and just kissed him. His brain needed a moment to catch up utilising he was kissing her back. She wanted more, wanted him closer, wanted to feel safe. He saw her distressed body language while she came in and just couldn’t give her more, at least couldn’t give her what she wanted, he broke the kiss, took her hand softly and lead her to his bathroom, he brings her some grey sweatpants and a T-shirt of his. No words are spoken, but she understands, his actions told her to stay, to take off her make up and put on his, like him smelling, clothes and then follow him to the bedroom where he is already laying on his bed, in a similar outfit to hers, lifting the covers for her to join him. She lays down next to him and he pulls her close. She is facing him a leg now around his hips to get closer. Their bodies are flush to each other, both taking comfort out of their closeness and they both fall asleep quickly. Instead of a night full of terror, she felt safe in his arms.
They don’t talk about it over the next months.
There was just something unspoken in that night. Every day they would get in their separate cars to drive to work, putting on their masks of Prentiss and Hotch. Prentiss and Hotch weren’t in love, they were best friend and colleagues but every evening when they drove back to his place, they took those masks off again. Emily and Aaron had no need to talk, everything they needed was small touches, gestures and looks to understand the other. They talked with Jack, Aaron more than Emily, she still barely talked but she never made jack feel uncomfortable or like she isn’t listening to him. Never made him feel bad. Her few words encouraged the small boy more than anything. But for a few minutes every evening Emily let her voice be heard for more than a few words, every evening she read a book to the small boy, her voice the last thing he heard before falling asleep.
After jack went to bed no words were spoken between the two people in love. The small moans and whimpers in their more intimate moments feeling so loud but also so right. The days before Emily decided to confront Ian, she took longer getting home, she took some time to record her reading books for Jack. She didn’t know what would happen to her but for the case she wouldn’t be there for him, to read him those books, she wanted for him to have something to hold onto. The day she went after Ian she set her phone on a 12 hour timer making it so it will then send Aaron the Audiobooks for Jack. So the moment he got those he also had to let JJ announce to the team that Emily prentiss never made it off the table and that broke him.
Jacks way to cope with Emily being gone was stopping to talk and that also broke Aaron. The once so comforting silence now suffocating him. Aaron couldn’t stand in front of his team, his friends and pretend she was dead so when he got the chance to get away he took it returning just a few hours before Prentiss. The day Prentiss came backe to safe Declan was not the day Emily was back that day was much later. The day of JJ‘s wedding where Emily and Aaron kiss for the first time after a long time but also where they for the first time said I love you to each other. Both happening hidden in Rossi‘s kitchen. That day she declined the offer from Interpol and Aaron and Emily were back. This time with all the talking, but still hidden from the people they love.
Two years later they wake up cuddling against each other and know that had to change. For their relationship to move further, especially since Penelope would be the first to notice their relationship status in their personal files change to married. Emily’s official address is an apartment her mother owns but never uses just so there would be no questions from the technical analyst.
They both know they want everything together, marriage, at least another kid, getting old, a house to call theirs and so on, but for that the team needs to know about them. They discussed it before, both not feeling ready yet but this morning when they look in each others eyes they both know that they are ready to tell the others tonight.
Their morning routine starts normal, making coffee while Aaron makes breakfast, Emily waking and helping Jack get ready while Aaron plates the food, they all sit down to eat, then Jack gets to watch one Episode of his cartoons while Emily and Aaron get ready together. Emily puts on another pot of coffee and gets out the travel mugs while Aaron gets the pre packed lunches out and puts them into each backpack, the coffees join the lunches and for Jack his beat up Captain America water bottle. Emily gets Jack and they put on their shoes and jackets together but then their morning routine normally ends with Aaron going to his car to head to the office after kissing Em goodbye and hugging Jack once more. Emily and Jack take her car, she drops him off at school and gets to the office 15 minutes after Aaron, but today they all get into Emily's car, Aaron driving with his hand on her thigh while Jack and Emily talk about the day before them, they drop of Jack together and then head to the office where they get into the elevator where they put on their Hotch and Prentiss masks and get into the bullpen, everything seems normal for the team except for Hotch getting in later than normal. Prentiss and Hotch get through a long day of paperwork and when the team decides to head to Okeef's together, like every Friday they are in town they first notice something different, Aaron and Emily head to her car together to drive to the bar and then at Okeef‘s they take off their masks and finally tell the team about them.
Everyone seems shocked, except for Spencer he saw Aaron sneaking out of Emilys Hotel room a year ago and just thought that it was something everybody knew but just didn't talk about. Everyone seems happy, Pen and JJ drill Emily for information, Rossi just pats Aarons back, Spence is quickly back in his own world while reading his book, but Derek seems to be angry especially after Aaron and Emily say for how long they are dating, two years of continuos lying and a year before that even, since they dated a few months before Doyle. But Derek got taught growing up that if you don't have something nice to say, say nothing at all, so the bites his tongue. After a while of seeing them interact without their Hotch and Prentiss masks on he quickly lets go of that anger. Seeing now little they needed to talk to each other to understand what the other wants, seeing how Emily leans into his touch, seeks him out, seeing how they kiss when they think nobody is watching them, seeing how Aaron protectively puts an arm around Emily when a creep comes up to her and just seeing how Aaron dances with Emily after she looked at him with puppy eyes made Derek understand, that they didn't hide their relationship out of spite, but to protect what is dear to their heart and that, he understands, because he also hid himself from the people he loved, to protect himself, back when he was accused of killing that kid in Chicago, when his past blurred into his current life.
So the day Aaron asks Emily to marry him, the whole team, of course with Jack, is there to help beforehand and afterwards to celebrate the Love of soon to be Mr & Mrs Hotchner. The day they get married in Rossi's backyard everyone celebrates them even more and then the day Emily announced to Jack and Aaron that they will soon be 4 Hatchers they celebrate alone, but the day that Emily's 2nd Trimester starts and the morning sickness stops, they tell the team they all celebrate the new soon to be BAU Family addition. Jack is the best big brother from day one so when there are suddenly 2 Babies instead of one he is the most excited. The fact that there are Twins inside of Emily a secret no one knew but one everyone loved. There may be was a time Emily never thought she would have this all encompassing love but she knows now that this will last till the end of their life's
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CALL OUT MY NAME
On the day he got married, Aaron Hotchner had swear to protect his wife from all the bad things. But what can he do when it’s something out of his control ?
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Hi guys !
Another soft shot just for ye, I’ve originally wanted this story to be written about Aaron but it felt better with Emily.
Enjoy <3
It was a day like another.
Emily had woke up next to her husband in the new house they had moved in recently. He looked so peaceful while sleeping, it was unusual because he was always up at least one hour before her but she just supposed he was tired from the previous case.
“You shouldn’t stare people while they sleep…” a sleeping and raspy voice whispered.
She smiled. She loved that morning voice of him, he looked defenseless, not as strict as he was wide awake, he was her Aaron and not agent Hotchner.
Pressing a kiss on his lips, she smiled even more. “Why can’t I do that to my gorgeous man ?”
“Come here.”
And with a surprising force he grabbed her so she could snuggle with him a bit longer. They had to work but every morning they insisted in having their little moments. And he would never get tired of having her close to him, kissing the top of her head in a lovingly embrace. “Did I tell you how much I love you ?”
She nodded before looking up at him. “Yes you did. But you can always tell me, it’s nice to hear you know.”
Aaron was about to tell her another sweet words when he saw her wince in pain for a second, frowning his brows and looking at her.
“‘Em what’s up ?”
“I….it’s okay, nothing to worry about don’t worry. You were saying?” She managed to say, quickly forgetting about the light pain in her lower abdomen. She had felt that yesterday but it left as quickly as it arrived so she didn’t really paid more attention.
He didn’t believe her, she could see it over his face. “Em, you can talk to me, you know that right?”
“Yes, but don’t worry, I will tell you if there is anything, please, let’s get up and have breakfast I’m so hungry.” She smiled, kissing him in a swift move before standing up and making her way to the kitchen, to prepare some coffee.
Aaron slowly followed her, still not certain she was alright. But he knew her, she wouldn’t speak if not ready. So the morning just continued, the two of them chatting around a nice breakfast and then getting ready for the office.
They were all sat around the table for the briefing case when he noticed the small wince of pain on her face, and the same gesture of her hand over her lower abdomen. He didn’t say a word but his hands clenched into fists quicker than he would have expected.
“Wheels up in 30.” He said an eternity later - 30 min exactly - while putting the files in his briefcase, waiting for her to stand and leave. “Emily, a word please.”
Aaron waited for the team to leave, all of them quickly understanding something was going on. When JJ had just closed the door, he made his way toward her, taking her hand in his, a very concerned look over his face.
“What’s going on ?”
He looked worried, but also a bit mad. Because he knew something was up and she hadn’t tell him yet. She happened to look surprised, staring blank at him before mumbling something that sounded like “don’t worry, im okay.”
“No you aren’t.”
She bitted her bottom lip, obviously he knew and she couldn’t lie to him anymore. “It’s just a little pain, nothing to worry about it honey. If it still hurts when we come back from Atlanta, I’ll let you take me to the doctor, deal ?” She really hope it could work, but by judging him, she knew she would have to negotiate more.
“I want you to tell me if something is wrong before I have to ask you Em. And no more I’m okay. I can tell when you’re in pain and I don’t like it.”
“Deal.”
“Come on, we have a plane to catch up.” He smiled, his hand on her lower back, guiding her towards the door.
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A day had passed since and they were all seated in the conference room of Atlanta’s police station. Emily was struggling every hours to keep the pain out of her face, unable to not wince every time she could feel it through her whole body. God it was so painful. At some point she felt like she was about to throw up, the sensation of her stomach rumbling over and over again.
“Excuse me.”
And she left before they could say anything. Emily knew her husband would have noticed her state but she just didn’t want him to think she was sick, because he would send her home and it was not happening. However when she saw her in the bathroom mirror, she could not deny something was going on.
“Emily are you alright ?”
She bursted, JJ was just behind her, a concerned look on her face. “Yeah yeah…I’m right, I just needed some fresh air.”
JJ didn’t seem to believe one word, and Emily cursed herself for not thinking that she was working with profilers, of course she wouldn’t believe her. “Getting some fresh air in the bathroom okay, and what’s the second version?” the blonde smiled.
“I’m just…feeling nauseous but that’s all, don’t worry I’ll be fine, maybe it’s just something I ate yesterday.” The brunette gave up, looking down for a second.
“Okay, sounds better. I’ll leave you to it but if something else happens I’ll personally brings you to the doctor, case or not.”
Emily couldn’t help but smile. “You sounds like Aaron.”
She shrugged. “Maybe because we both love you so much and don’t want you to be sick ? I see you in a minute.”
The brunette smiled to her one more time before putting some fresh water all over her face, still not feeling better. When she got out, Aaron was waiting for her, a cup of coffee in his hand.
“You look pale.” he told her quietly, handing her the cup. “And sick.”
“I’m fine, really. Thanks for the coffee.” she tried to reassure him, but he had a feeling she wasn’t telling him the truth.
And he had never been this right in his life.
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It was past 2AM when he woke up, suddenly aware of the moans coming from the hotel bathroom. Aaron didn’t think twice and literally jumped outta bed, looking for Emily. Something was wrong and he knew it. What he saw in the bathroom broke his heart in millions pieces.
“Aaron…” she called, her voice so low he almost didn’t hear it.
His wife was laying on the ground, he could see all the pain over her face and her cheeks covered in tears.
Aaron immediately knelt down, knowing his knees wouldn’t like it the next morning but he didn’t care, trying to get her up but as he tried to lift her, she couldn’t help but screamed, her hand all over her lower abdomen.
“It hurts so much….” She managed to say in between sobs.
“Sweetheart what’s wrong ? Tell me where it hurts. Please, let me help you.”
He was almost pleading her, feeling helpless. He felt bad for not dragging her to the doctor the second he’d noticed the first signs. “Em, look at me baby. Talk to me.”
“It’s my…my stomach.”
Another sob made his heart shatters. “I’ll call 911, and don’t tell me it’s okay.”
But she didn’t, and he called, almost begging them to come as quick as they could. He stayed with her until the EMT got here, holding her as close as he could, not wanting to let her go. She was suffering like hell and he could see it, he hated this. If he could have taken all of this pain in his body he would have had done it without any hesitations. At the hospital, when the doctor told him they would take her to surgery, he went blank, having no ideas of what was happening.
Aaron didn’t know how long he stayed in the waiting area, once pacing the room, trying to calm his nerves. He didn’t see his friends coming over, all looking concerned and worried. Dave was the first one speaking, the other silently waiting for an answers, Penelope trying to hold her tears behind Derek’s back.
“What’s going on ? We heard an ambulance but none of us knew it was Emily, they told us at the reception. What happened ?”
His tone was soft, and Aaron looked up at him, feeling desperate and lost, it was rare when he was showing his emotions but Emily was his whole world and he couldn’t just lose her like this, without saying goodbye.
“I don’t know.” He managed to say, trying not to break down. “We were sleeping, I knew she was feeling a big sick but she told me everything was fine and during the night..” his voice was trembling, his elbows were out on his knees and the team all thought they had never seen him looking so lost. “She was laying on the goddamn floor Dave, she was crying and…”
“She’ll be okay Aaron, Emily is stronger than us all reunited, whatever she has she’ll get through it.” His oldest friend reassured him, giving him a sweet tug on the shoulder. “Trust me, this is not the day SSA Emily Prentiss will say her last word.”
He couldn’t hide a small smile, very glad they were all here with him. Meanwhile, JJ managed to get hot drinks for everyone and when a doctor pushed the doors they were all standing, impatients to know what had just happened.
“Mr Hotchner ?”
“Yes it’s me. I’m her husband.”
“We performed an appendectomy on your wife. It’s very rare for adults to have it, but I it can happens it’s just bad luck. But don’t worry, she’s stable and everything went just fine.” The surgeon told him with a smile, all the team letting go of the breathe they didn’t know they were holding.
Aaron felt relieved, he had no ideas adult could have appendicitis and now he understood crystal clear why she was feeling weird, the hand on her stomach, the nausea. “Can I see her ?” He asked.
“Sure. She is in the room number 5141, she should be awake soon.”
He left and the team all smiled to Aaron.
“You should go first, we’ll be waiting in here.” Derek said, happy to know his friend was fine now.
“Or we could make her a get-better-basket ?” Penelope suggested, sparkles already shining in her eyes. “And get her some muffins?”
“It could’ve been a great idea baby girl…” Derek said with a flirtatious smile. “But it’s 6 in the morning.”
Her discomposed face made them all laugh, it felt good to have a distraction after the big scare Emily had given them. “Perhaps we can find something at the cafeteria ?” JJ proposed, knowing Hotch was so impatient to have some alone time with Emily.
“Fine. And we could also get some breakfast, i would die for some coffee, even if it’s only darkened water.” Dave said with a grimace, making them smile. “See you later Aaron. Tell Emily we’ll come by later, once she’s feeling better again.”
“Thank you.”
He knew they didn’t him to thank you, they were a family, they were always there when one of them was down. And neither of them could expect something better. Aaron walked down the hall, almost running to Emily’s room. A smile crossed his face when he saw that she looked so peaceful, she was still sleeping but he knew she wasn’t suffering anymore. He opened the door and took a seat next to her, taking her hand in his.
About an hour later Emily woke up, her body feeling all numb and sore. But at least she couldn’t feel the throbbing pain in her stomach. Quickly realizing she was at the hospital, she smiled at the view of her husband asleep next to her. She gently stroked his hair, smiling when he woke up.
“Hey…”
“Hey sweetheart. You know, you shouldn’t stare when people are sleeping. I got this one from a wise woman.” He said with his raspy morning voice. “Anyways, how are you feeling?”
“I have to meet this woman.” She chuckled tiredly. “I’m fine…what happened ?” She tried to sit but it felt too hard and her body felt on the mattress. A look from him made her understand it would be better not to try again any time soon.
“Appendicitis. Very rare for adults but it went fine.”
She chuckled. “I guess it’s just another scar to add to my collection then. Come here, I need you…” Emily invited him to come next to her, knowing it would be better for his back to lay on something comfier than a chair.
He did as he had been told and they slowly kissed, Emily quickly falling asleep against him. “Sweet dreams my love.” He whispered before drifting to Morpheus’s arms, relieved it was all over.
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This is such a damper on my spirits but has anyone noticed Thomas and Paget don’t follow each other on instagram? Like how devastating is that?
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Just doing some light reading ❤️✨
Highly recommend getting some of your favourite fic series printed
Go read this series by @sequinsmile-x if you haven’t already by the way it really is *chefs kiss*
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twelve things that didn’t break aaron hotchner, and the one that almost did.
criminal minds one-shot based on the prompt: losing you was the hardest thing i’ve ever had to go through.
pairing: hotchniss (but only really the last part)
themes: its so angsty im sorry, loss, a tad of romance at the end
wordcount: 4k
trigger warnings: domestic violence, sexual assault. canon appropriate themes.
read on ff.net or ao3 or under the cut
I
Grief had never swallowed Aaron Hotchner whole.
He'd seen people lose themselves to grief. His mother, bruised, beaten and abused, had collapsed in on herself when Alexander died. Hotch watched as his father suffered a long and uncomfortable death. Cancer took him, in the end. Lung cancer, from the 40 cigarettes he smoked daily. While he lived, Meredith was quiet, meek. As a child, listening to his mother's cries, and the thud of flesh on flesh as Alexander's fists connected with his wife's body, he had wanted to disappear. He would curl up in his bed, hands pressed tightly over his ears, and hum, but never too loudly. If he hummed too loudly, if Alexander heard...
When Sean came alone, Aaron had to protect him. He made sure Sean was never scared, not like he had been. He would climb into Seans bed and hug him tightly, covering his ears, humming to him. The only problem, with protecting his little brother, was that he couldn't cover his own ears. He heard it all. Every yelp, every punch, every desperate plea from his mother; they all fell on deaf ears. Alexander saw Meredith, and the children, as his property. And he could do what he wanted with his property.
After Alexander's death, Aaron watched his mother recede even further into herself, until she was nothing but a shadow of the woman she had been. That she had any more of herself to lose was a wonder, but she did, and it broke Aaron's heart to watch. Aaron, though, felt nothing when his father died.
II
His mother's death hit harder. Meredith never got back to herself, once her husband died. It would be a nice story to tell, that once her abuser was dead, she slowly found herself again. Perhaps she planted a garden, and beheld with delight the sunrise each morning, learned to smile, to live for herself without fear of retribution, to bask in each new day, and the freedom it brought. It would be nice to be able to say she found someone else to love her, someone gentle and kind and patient, who would hold her in the night when she cried, when the residual fear that had never left her, even once her nightmare was dead, held her in its deadly clutches.
Alas, it was not to be.
No matter the effort her sons put into spending time with her, no matter the brave face she put on for them, Aaron could see the hallowness behind her dark eyes. No, there was no happy ending, no heartwarming surprise plot twist to Meredith's sad, sorry tale. Meredith Hotchner died of a broken heart three years after her husband and, at twenty-one years of age, Aaron thought it was the most tragic thing he had ever heard. She had never really lived. Sean sobbed his heart out at the funeral and Aaron wrapped an arm around him, like they were children again.
Hotch graciously thanked all of the guests for coming while Haley stood by, concerned and gentle, and, later, when they were alone, his tears soaked her pyjamas as he curled up, his head on her chest, and sobbed. But, still, it didn't crack him open.
III
Failing Elle hurt.
She was young, malleable, and he saw a lot of Sean in her, in her humour and her carefree spirit, her sarcasm. But she needed guidance, training, a mentor, and, for all of his trying, he couldn't wash away the pain their job brought to her the same way that he could wash the bloody message from her walls. It startled him, when he looked at her, and saw the same darkness he had seen in his mother's eyes years before.
Their job took victims all of the time; Elle snapped.
Long after she was gone, long after she'd walked out of his office with those gentle words, the confession that she would miss him, he would hear other words of hers ringing like a bell in his ears, and know how terribly he had failed her.
Last time you sent me home, Hotch, you got me shot.
She was right, and it was his fault. Elle's life had been derailed because of a sequence of decisions that he had made, and, if she had to live with the consequences of that, then so would he. He never forgot it. But it didn't break him.
IV
Protecting his agents from unsubs was one thing; protecting them from monsters from their past, was something entirely different.
He had never seen the signs. Morgan displayed none of them. Adult manifestations of childhood sexual abuse, that was what they were called, and Morgan displayed none of them. He wasn't depressed or anxious, he didn't have anger management problems. They were the big signs, the obvious ones, the ones that manifested most often. Morgan suffered none of them.
But, still, Hotch should have seen it. He should have known, and he should have helped. Alexander had never sexually abused his sons, but Hotch had been physically abused; he knew what an abused boy looked like, and he hadn't seen it.
He and Morgan were closer, after Buford. But they didn't discuss it again. And Hotch learned that there were things even he couldn't protect them from, no matter how hard he tried.
V
Elle had needed guiding. Spencer needed protecting.
Hotch came close to being broken, really broken, not when Reid was taken, but when his addiction came to light, when he realised that only Emily had seen the signs, and had done anything to help him. The rest of them were so blinded, either by denial or by guilt, busy convincing themselves that Spencer had been through an ordeal, a trauma, and he was dealing with it the best way he knew how.
Only Emily saw the signs of addiction there. By the time Hotch saw it, too, he was so far gone that Spencer was unrecognisable as the same kid who had once told him he kicked like a nine year old girl. Hotch looked for that boy, in the weeks after Spencer began going to AA meetings. Hotch was one of the only people he told, and not out of friendship or confidence, but because he wanted to keep his job, wanted to be trusted again. But Hotch never found that boy again. Spencer was changed by the trauma, irrecovably. He never trusted the same way again. Hotch had failed two of his agents, and each time, it took a piece of him.
VI
When Gideon left, there was a different kind of grief.
Not anger or guilt, but a heavy, lonely loss, and a long, empty silence, filled only by all of the questions Hotch knew he would never receive an answer to. He had been team leader for years, but Gideon had been there, a sort of safety net, providing easy reassurance when Aaron doubted himself, doubted his abilities and his skills as a leader.
Gideon's absence, he knew, was a compliment of sorts; Jason wasn't worried about the team, and didn't doubt Hotch the way he doubted himself. Nevertheless, the deathly silence, the lack of an explanation, or even a goodbye. It lay heavy. It stung. Gideon had been more than his mentor, his boss, his teammate. He had been a friend. Or so Aaron had thought. Friends, though, didn't just up and leave without an explanation.
Hotch saw Spencer wrestle with the same confusion in the weeks and months after Gideon's abandonment, and Hotch watched him like a hawn. The slightest twitch, any sign of dark circles under his eyes, lateness in the mornings, he was on all of it, waiting for Spencer to lose his footing, to relapse. He wouldn't miss it this time, he couldn't miss it this time. But the boy was stronger than Hotch gave him credit for, and Hotch knew he had to be, too. So losing Gideon didn't bury him, either. The days went on, as they always had. As they always would. And each day, Gideon's absence was felt less and less, by them all, until the wound finally healed.
VII
If there was one person in the BAU that Hotch imagined was safe, it was Penelope.
Shut up in her office full of colour and trinkets and glitter, he could always rely on Garcia being safe, never had to worry for her the way he had to worry for the others. It was comforting, to have one member of the team he didn't need eyes on at all times.
She looked small and innocent, where she lay in her bed after surgery, and, standing in the doorway to her room, arms folded across his chest, Hotch felt his eyes burn. He had been here before, had seen another team mate lie where she lay, and he had lost her, body and mind, he had lost Elle. It could not, would not be the same with Penelope. Sweet Penelope, who kept them all smiling, who put so much of herself into caring for them all. For all of her quirks and oddities, he knew that her bright clothing, her cheerful demeanor, her little quips, they were for the team, as much as they were for herself. To keep their spirits up, to keep them going.
Laying there in her hospital bed, in the drab medical gown, he barely recognised her. He knew, then, what his team was feeling, for he felt it, too; violation.
If an unsub could get to Penelope, whom they had all imagined was untouchable, did that leave no corner of the world where any of them were safe?
VIII
Their job took, and took, and took, and gave nothing back. The first time it took from JJ, Hotch was there.
Standing in the bullpen, his eyes and gun trained on Battle, Hotch didn't even see the blonde approach him from behind, but he saw her afterwards. Gun still smoking, the blue eyes that met his were different than those of an hour, a moment, before. It unsettled him.
He should have been the one to fire that shot. It was impossible, from his angle, but that didn't matter. It should have been him. Instead, JJ had killed her first unsub. The bullet went straight through his head, through his brain, and Hotch knew that, no matter how justified, Battle's death would stay with JJ. Would darken her pure soul, as justifiable homicide always would. She had still snuffed out a life, with just the twitch of a finger, and Hotch knew that was a heavy burden to bear.
It should have been him.
IX
Holding Kate Joyner's spine in his hand, feeling her life-force seep out onto the concrete, took something from Hotch that he never discussed with anyone.
He wondered, as he held the dying woman, the one who looked so much like Haley, whether there was an untouched part of his soul; whether there was anywhere inside of him that wasn't rotted with all that this job took from them. His hands slipped, slick with blood, as he tried to hold her, to keep her alive by sheer force of will.
He knew she was dead, they all knew she was dead, but he had to hold on, to try. Morgan's presence terrified him; he knew the profile, knew first responders were the real target. Morgan, though, could see relief behind the panic in his boss' eyes; he didn't want to be alone when the woman in his arms died. He bore so much alone already, not this, too. God, please, not this, too.
They tried their best. He tried his best. It wasn't enough; they all knew she was dead.
Hotch never told the team that he was going to the funeral, but, when he climbed out of his car, he saw them all waiting for him, standing beneath a tree, a little way away from the rest of the congregation. This grief, he didn't have to bear alone.
X
The reaper stole more from Aaron than he ever let anybody see.
In the months that followed, everything made him flinch, made the hairs on his neck stand on end. Sitting in his office, he would have to draw the blinds, so strong was the sense that he was being watched, even when it was impossible. He trusted no one, was wary of every police force the worked with. Emily was the only one who got close. She saw the way his hand twitched towards his gun more often, more readily. She saw the extra precautions he took for security in his apartment. She was the only one who had seen him, unconscious and unresponsive in that hotel bed. But even she didn't know how deeply Foyet's assault had affected him.
She wasn't there when he woke up in the middle of the night, his skin coated in a sheen of cold sweat, his wounds burning even weeks after they had healed over. The surface healing was quick, but the stab wounds were deep and wide, and the internal healing took much longer than anyone other than Hotch and his doctors ever knew. He became adept at withholding any verbal or physical expression of pain; he could be sitting on the jet with the team, and a sudden, searing pain would tear across his stomach, and Aaron wouldn't so much as flinch. No response larger than the furrowing of his brows would be observed.
But even deeper than the physical wounds were the mental ones. Not only had Foyet invaded his home, he had invaded his life. Regardless though, of how he feared Foyet watching him, there was nothing he wanted more than to find him. Nothing the team wanted more. Every second that they spent obsessing over him, though, was a second that Foyet won and, for a while, Hotch thought that satisfaction, the knowledge that he was winning by keeping Hotch away from his child, would be enough for Foyet to never resurface. It was that fear that kept him going; he couldn't let that happen. He knew his team couldn't, wouldn't, let that happen.
Losing Jack was torture, but he never lost hope. Hotch had already failed two surrogate children, two young people who looked up at him for protection and guidance; one to drugs, one to herself. He wasn't about to lose his son before Jack ever had a chance to know him. Stepping down from his post was easy, taking orders from Morgan was easy, because he was constantly reminding himself of the why of it all; Jack. Jack, coming home. Jack, sleeping in his own bed again. Jack and Haley, safe, happy. For months, he carried around the guilt of knowing that he was the reason Haley was looking over her shoulder. His job had caused them problems from the beginning, mostly due to his absence, but she'd never had to fear before. Hotch wondered if that would ever go away, or if she would always be looking over her shoulder for the next danger, even once they caught Foyet. Like his team would. Like he would.
XI
They did catch Foyet. Too late.
A part of Aaron died that day, with Haley. The boy who had auditioned for Pirates of Penzance died beside the pretty, blonde girl who had smiles at him across the stage.
It was a tragedy, it hurt like hell, and there was yet more guilt for Hotch to carry around, added to that which already weighed him down. But he did not stop, and he did not break. He couldn't. He might have, if not for Jack. Haley was gone, and Hotch owed everything to the little boy they had brought into the world together, because it was his fault Jack no longer had a mother to love him, so Hotch had to love him twice as much, for himself and for Haley. So he couldn't break. Haley's grief, and Haley's spirit, kept him going.
If not for their little boy, for the child in whose face he saw Haley's eyes everyday, he would have collapsed in on himself, the way Meredith had after Alexander's death.
XII
Then JJ.
He tried to keep her, knew they needed her, argued with Strauss over her, and, in the end, it wasn't even nearly enough. It was a decision that was out of his hands, when the State Department took her. And they did take her; neither he, nor JJ herself, had any say in the matter, when it came down to it. He let her down. Once again, he failed to protect a member of his team. He had no idea what awaited JJ, and could only hope that she would find happiness and satisfaction in her new position, but his team was stilted, missing a key piece. And he missed her, too. They functioned, but barely. Grinding along, slowly, laboriously, painfully, like a machine missing a vital piece.
He kept them going, barely. Like a reanimated corpse; they lacked spirit.
XIII
Emily had lied to him
To them. Not just him, though he found it hard not to take it personally. His mouth went dry when he opened her desk drawer, finding her credentials and gun. His hands shook, but his voice was level when he addressed the team. They all jumped into action, still that well oiled machine, even whilst missing parts. He dragged JJ back, from god knew where (Afghanistan, it turned out) and she was back on home soil before the day was out. He saw his same panic reflected in her blue eyes, even if she maintained her composure for the sake of the rest of the team. The months away had changed her, matured her. What had she seen, Hotch wondered?
For four years, he had worked with Emily. They were family, had been to hell and back together, multiple times. Yet there was evidently so much she had never shared with them, and it was going to get her killed.
The thought strangled him, stole his breath, fear clenching his heart like a fist, and he cursed her.
She had seen them all at their most vulnerable, and still hadn't seen fit to share this, to let them in, to let them help.
Hotch understood. He didn't like it, but he understood. Once he knew what she had done, that she had gone alone, essentially given herself up, to protect the rest of them, he knew he would have made the exact same decision, and he couldn't be angry anymore, but he was still desperately afraid.
It would have paralysed him, the fear, if not for JJ. Morgan was angry, angry that Emily had been in a physically intimate relationship with Doyle, and Hotch didn't like that either but he couldn't hold it against her. Rossi was blinded; he saw Emily as a daughter, and he couldn't see past that. Reid was frustrated, blaming himself for not having put it together sooner, blaming Emily for not confiding in them. Penelope shared in his fear, he knew, but he also knew it wasn't the same. They were all scared; Hotch doubted the rest of them felt so paralysed by it. If she died...
He couldn't think about it.
And she did die. Twice. Once on the table, which he didn't find out unti later. And legally, she was dead. Didn't exist. He carried her casket.
God, he carried her casket.
Nothing, not the death of his parents, not condeming Elle, not failing to see Morgan's pain, not missing the signs of Spencer's addiction, not Gideon abandonment, not the destruction of the delusion of Penelope's safety, not JJ's reassignment, or Kate's death, not even Foyet's assault and no, not even Haley's death, prepared him for how he felt carrying Emily's casket. He felt...nothing. Only a dark, consuming numbness, when his imagination took him to a terrible place; a place where he imagined her laying, cold and unfeeling, inside of her casket. Not her usual pale, but a flat, hollow paleness. Nothing had ever been more wrong.
And she wasn't even inside of it.
He knew it then, what she meant to him. Knew that, if she came home, when she came home, he wouldn't, couldn't lose her again.
When she did come home, he told her exactly that. She was checked into a hotel, still using a fake name since she was still, technically, legally dead. He made his way up to the room, knocked once, twice, paused, and knocked again. A preestablished password. She swung the door open, eyebrows raised in a question.
"Hotch?" There was concern etched across her face, "Is everything alright?"
"Losing you," Hotch told her, bluntly, not even stepping into the room, "Was the worst thing I have ever had to go through." The shock on her face was palpable, her mouth gaping, trying to figure out the words to say. "I've lost a lot, to this job," His throat bobbed as he swallowed, his own words catching with emotion. Emily could only stare, "It takes a lot. You know that. I know you know that. I just needed you to know..." He shook his head, unable to put himself back into that place where she was gone, "That losing you. There was nothing like that."
He looked at her, and her eyes were wide, shocked, brimming with emotion. Her lips moved, but no sound came from them, and her eyes flitted from his, to the wall behind his head, to the floor, back again. She couldn't hold his eyes. That told him all he needed to know.
"I'm sorry," He shook his head, as though to shake off everything he had just confessed, "I shouldn't have come, I'm sorry."
He turned to walk away, cursing himself and trying not to feel the terrible pain of rejection, and was halfway down the hallway to the elevator, when he heard the soft padding of footsteps on the carpet coming up fast behind him. He barely turned in time to catch her, as Emily threw herself into his arms. He let out a hard breath, forcefully expelling the air from his lungs, in disbelief, as he buried his face in her neck, in her hair. Breathing her in. Alive and well and here.
"I'm sorry," She was speaking through tears, now, "I'm sorry. I didn't know what to say," She clung to him, he couldn't see her face but he could hear the thickness of emotion in her voice, "God, I missed you. So much, and every day. I didn't let myself believe I'd ever come home to you."
Come home to you.
"You're home now." He told her, softly. She slid down his body, her bare feet settling back onto the carpet. She looked up at him with a tear stained face, and he took it in his hands. "You're home now, Emily."
Then he kissed her.
It would be pleasant to say that kiss fixed everything; the pain of his childhood, the failures of his adult life, of the abandonment and pain, the fear and the loss. It didn't fix anything, not really. There would be more to come, more of the bad, more of the broken. He couldn't protect any of them, not really. If he could, if anybody could truly protect their loved ones, then they would be out of a job. There were always more bad guys to catch, more families to console, more bad news to give. But, perhaps, it would all be a little bit more bearable.
With her.
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When You’re Feeling Alone, I’ll Remind You of Home
deciding to write this was a very, very last minute decision - i had intended to try and finish it on Christmas Day, so I apologise that technically it’s being posted on Boxing Day :/
i hope you all enjoy nonetheless! i hope you everyone had a lovely christmas, consider this a belated gift - i’m so thankful to have stumbled across this many people who love these two as much as i do❤️
word count- 2k
warnings - none, just pure fluff with a pinch of angst if you squint :)
-x-
She was having a bad day.
Emily knew Christmas time was going to be difficult, but she failed to anticipate just how isolated she was going to feel. Ever since she returned from Paris, it had felt like she was trying to squeeze herself back into a life that no longer had room for her. She should've known the holidays would only heighten the imposter syndrome that followed her around like a shadow.
Last Christmas, life was so different that on days like this she found it difficult to fathom. From team nights out to spending Christmas Day all together at Rossi’s, Emily had never felt more at home. Only two months later, a phone call from Sean McAllister tore through her life - she wondered now if she’d ever find that feeling of home again.
Aaron could see her struggling. He saw her struggling to find her footing again, saw how she was overcompensating in both her work and personal life, desperate for things just to go back to how they were. However, he didn't want to force her into a conversation she wasn’t ready to have, and risk spooking her. He knew from experience that this was something she needed to come to him with, on her own terms.
In the end he’d had to prompt her. A gentle reminder that bad days were something he was all too familiar with, that he was always there for her should she need him. When he found her not even three days later, curled in on herself alone on the jet, he knew he’d made the right call.
“Have dinner with Jack and I tonight,” he proposed.
He didn’t miss the way her face faltered, the ramblings of imposing on them forming in her head, so he spoke again before she could get the words out of her mouth.
“I’m serious, Em. Jack would love to see you and I may or may not have left all my Christmas wrapping to the last minute. I could really use another pair of hands,”
She thought about it for a minute, before shooting him a mischievous smirk. Something he hadn't seen in far too long, something so distinctly Emily that had his stomach doing flips.
“You’re playing dirty Hotch, you know I can never say no to that angel of a son you’ve got,” she grinned.
“It’s true! He’s been asking for weeks when he can next have a playdate ‘Emmy’,” he smiled.
“He really does love you,”.
The sincerity in his tone alleviated any anxiety that had previously been looming over her, and she felt her cheeks warm as she turned her head to meet his soft gaze.
“Does six-thirty work?”
As promised, a knock on the front door rang through the Hotchner Household at six-thirty on the dot. Emily stood outside the door, grinning to herself as she heard a screech from the other side, followed by the thundering of footsteps running down the hall.
“DAD!”
Suddenly the door swung open, and to her surprise, she found Jack staring up at her from inside the apartment.
“EMMY!” he screamed, a whole millisecond before launching himself against her, hugging her legs so tight she had to grab the door frame for balance.
“Hey little guy!” she giggled, crouching down to his eye level. “Oh, I’ve missed you!” She wrapped her arms around him and gave him a proper hug, blinking away the tears that had welled in her eyes as she heard Aaron’s footsteps round the corner.
“At least let Emily get in the door Jack,” He chastised, but she could hear the humour in his tone. “Sorry about that, come on in Emily.” He offered her his hand to help her up, and ignored the shiver that ran through his body as her hand slid so perfectly into his.
“Never apologise for that sweet boy - if I’m going to get a welcome like that everytime I come over, you’ll never get rid of me,” Emily laughed.
“Don’t give Jack any ideas, that’s his idea of heaven,” He smiled at her.
Wordlessly, he appeared behind her and gently slipped her coat off her shoulders. Her eyes fluttered shut for a fleeting moment as she relished the feel of his breath on the back of her neck. Something about the way he skimmed her shoulders ever so gently she could only just feel it, had her heart beating that little bit faster.
Emily knew she couldn’t feel this way about him. But if she was truly honest with herself, she had done for years now.
She couldn't pinpoint the exact moment she fell in love with him, instead she felt it had crept up on her, getting stronger and stronger until it consumed her. She loved everything about him - from his dedication to his work to the dimple in his left cheek. Most of all, she loved the way he put his son before anything else in his life. Despite everything they’d both been through, Aaron had still raised the kindest, politest, most perfect little boy - a carbon copy of his father through and through.
“I hope you don’t mind, but Jack has decided the only thing he was willing to eat tonight was a Happy Meal, so I ordered in McDonalds. Chicken nuggets are still your favourite, right?” He said, grinning.
She narrowed her eyes at him as she tried to deflect attention from the blush forming across her cheeks. It was something he used to tease her mercilessly for, how she’d grown up immersed in so many different cuisines around the world, yet her favourite dish was a six chicken nugget meal from McDonalds.
“Try all you want to embarrass me, but I can assure you it won’t work - I have no shame.” She replied, following him into the kitchen.
“Look Emily, I put your plate next to mine so we can sit next to each other at the table!” Jack exclaimed, as he grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the table.
“Wow, Jack, thank you!” She chuckled, throwing a reassuring smile to Aaron over her shoulder before following Jack to the table, leaving Aaron to plate their food.
“So tell me something,” She began as she folded the sides of the paper up and onto the gift she was currently wrapping. “Did you really invite me over to check in on me, or did you just need someone to wrap all your gifts?”
He laughed, shaking his head as he passed her a piece of tape.
“Busted,” He replied, a grin on his face.
“Knew it!” She laughed, swatting his arm playfully as she accepted the tape gratefully, securing the paper against the box.
“Okay, this one is good to join the rest under the tree,” She stated, handing him the present as he made his way to the large Christmas tree.
She began to unwind more paper from the roll, cutting a new piece ready for the next gift. When she reached around to take said next gift from Aaron, he was suddenly much closer than she remembered him being before. He sat the present on the floor next to him, before reaching out and gently squeezing her arm.
“All jokes aside Emily, I’m worried about you.” He said, a sincerity to his tone that made her feel exposed - she should’ve known she could never hide anything from him. She took a deep breath, and gently blew it out, before turning to face him.
She was met with eyes swimming with concern. “That bad?” He asked her.
“What?” She asked, genuinely confused.
“That’s your tell,” He told her, eyebrows furrowing.
“It is? For how long?” She stuttered.
“Uh, ever since I’ve known you?” He deadpanned, as she rolled her eyes.
“Well, you have one too.” She huffed in response.
“I do?” He smiled.
“Yeah, only I’m not going to tell you what it is or you’ll stop doing it.” She giggled.
“I see,” He replied, a genuine smile on his face. They sat for a moment, simply looking at one another, comfortable silence engulfing them.
“Do you want to talk about it?” He began tentatively.
“I guess…“ She started shakily. “The holidays are just hard, I guess.” She tried to shrug it off, desperate to convince him she was fine so she could leave this state of sheer vulnerability. The moment she faced him she knew that it was pointless, that he would see right through her.
“It's more the thought of the fact that I finally felt like…”
“Like you had a home?” He prompted.
“Yeah…” She replied, her voice tight, sharply inhaling as tears she refused to let fall brimmed in her eyes as she met his. “He took my home, Aaron,” She breathed out, her vision clouding over as she felt a stray tear fall from her lash line.
Aaron reached his hand up to carefully wipe it away, cradling her face in his hands like she was made of glass. The reverence in his touch only caused more tears to fall. She leant into his touch as he skimmed her cheekbone with this thumb.
“Emily, listen to me when I say this - you are home.” He told her, with so much sincerity behind his words.
“This is your home - we are your home. I need you to know that,” His voice suddenly sounding thick.
She was sure she heard something in her neck crack as she snapped her head back up to find him so close their noses were close to touching.
“Do you mean that?” She all but whispered.
“You’ve always had a home with me.” He choked out, his thumb still tracing her skin.
They stared at one another for a moment, eyes fleeting down to one another's lips and back to each other, as a feeling of understanding settled between the two - both acutely aware of the shift about to occur between them.
The moment their lips met, she knew he was right. He was always right.
This was her home. All her fears, all her anxieties melted away the second he pulled her into his embrace.
He cupped the back of her head, fingers trailing through her dark hair as her hands ran across his shoulders, and up to the short hair at the base of his neck. What began as something delicate and tentative quickly progressed, the second he gave her hair a light tug.
He swallowed up her moan, pulling back quickly before diving back in, chasing her lips. Before they even knew what was happening, he had manoeuvred her onto the floor as he hovered above her, her hands stroking the strong muscles in his back as he snuck his under the soft material of her sweater, groaning at the feel of the soft skin that lay beneath.
However, their bubble burst suddenly as Emily cried out, quickly pushing him off of her.
“Oh god, Emily, I don’t- I’m so sorry, I completely overstepped-“ He began.
“Aaron,” She smiled, cutting him off from his rambling. Why was she smiling? Hadn’t he just completely taken advantage of her?
“Relax - I just rolled onto the scissors,” She giggled.
“Oh. Oh,” He replied as relief washed over him.
She crawled off the floor and up towards him, pushing him back against the edge of the couch as she settled in his lap. She mimicked his earlier movements, running her thumb over his cheekbone.
“I’m home.” She whispered, tears brimming in her eyes again.
“You’re home,” He choked out in reply, as he brought his hand to the back of her head again, holding her in place. He kissed the tip of her nose, and slowly pulled back to look her in the eyes again.
“You have tape in your hair,” He said barely above a whisper, and she barked out a laugh as her face flushed red, resting her forehead against his.
“Way to ruin the moment you asshole,” She laughed, removing the rogue piece of tape from her hair.
They had so much to discuss, a lot to work though, but all of it could wait.
This was her forever home after all. They had all the time in the world.
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He couldn't fix or change her past, but he could give her this.
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Hi friends,
As we all know, I have a very famous lack of control. The lovely @eyesontheskyline posted a gif set and made a comment about Emily's giant watch in 2x20, my mind went haywire and once again here we are.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy this - please let me know what you think <3
-x-
Words: 3.5k
Warnings: Mentions/references to loss of a parent
Read over on Ao3, or below the cut
Emily sighs contently as she takes a sip of her beer, the coolness of it removing any last bits of tension in her shoulders that the case they’d resolved had created.
“Are you okay, sweetheart?”
She turns her head to look at Aaron and smiles as their eyes meet, his eyes soft in a way they rarely were outside of either of their homes or the hotel rooms they shared. There was something strangely empowering about him looking at her like that in front of their friends and it warms her from the inside out. She nods and reaches for his hand that is slung over her shoulders, linking their fingers together as she leans in to kiss him, the taste of the scotch he was drinking passing from his lips to hers. She smiles into the kiss when she hears the others groan, making a point of deepening it for a moment before she pulls away, squeezing his hand tightly as she leans in further to his side.
“Okay, we get it, you guys are adorable,” Dave says dryly, a fond glint in his eyes as they both turn to look at him, “I think I preferred it when you two were pretending not to like each other.”
“I didn’t,” Penelope says, her glee at seeing them together obvious, her entire body practically vibrating with it. Her gaze drifts to Emily’s bare wrist and her smile drops, the corners of her lips turning downwards into a slight pout, “Sorry about your watch, Peaches.”
Emily looks at her wrist, her bare skin peeking out from underneath the sleeve of her shirt. Her watch had been damaged during the takedown of the unsub, the glass face of it smashed against the wall as he tried to evade arrest and shoved her out of his way. She’d cried out when it happened, more in shock at being pushed than anything else, her worst injury a slight graze of her palm against the brick wall, but it had been enough for Aaron to overreact. Her usually reserved and stoic boyfriend had briefly forgotten where they were and gone out of his way to make sure she was okay, barrelling into the room she was in as if he’d heard a gunshot, accidentally revealing their relationship to the team as he checked her over for injuries that didn’t exist.
It was why she’d allowed herself to get dragged into going for drinks with the team when all she wanted to really do was snuggle up with Aaron in his bed or hers. The news had travelled fast and Penelope had called her before the unsub was even in the back of a cop car, demanding they all went out when they landed back in DC because she wanted to see them. Aaron had been hesitant, his embarrassment at overreacting clear, but Emily had talked him into it. Her smile and a promise of later enough to convince him a few drinks with their friends was a good thing.
They’d told them what they wanted to hear, answering their friend's questions in a way that still allowed them to keep their privacy. Emily felt a certain sense of pride blooming in her chest when they told them they’d been together 8 weeks without anyone noticing, although Dave claimed to have known the entire time. Even though Emily knew they would both miss their relationship just being for them, she liked sharing it with the people she cared about. It made it feel impossibly more real - the three words she hadn’t said outloud yet, the three he hadn’t said either, on the tip of her tongue.
“Oh, that’s okay,” she says, smiling as her gaze drifts to where her hand is linked with Aaron’s for a second before she looks back up at her friends, “It wasn’t expensive. I have plenty of others”
“Are you talking you expensive, or regular person expensive, Princess?” Derek asks, hiding a grin behind his beer, “Because those are two different things.”
She laughs humourlessly as she makes a point of rolling her eyes. She makes eye contact with Penelope again and sighs when she sees that she still seems worried, a crease between her brows that lets Emily know her friend is still thinking about the smashed watch in her go-bag.
“I mean it, Pen,” she assures her, “It’s just a watch, it’s not like held any great sentimental value.”
There’s something about the way she says it that makes Aaron pause, his brows furrowing for just a second as he looks down at her, a smile still fixed on her face as she carries on talking to Penelope. Emily had always been very purposeful with everything she’d ever said. She’d been taught at an early age that words mattered, that everything had weight to it. She was never calculated, but she never said anything she didn’t mean, so it makes him curious and leaves him wondering if she meant that she did have a watch that held sentimental value. He files it away for later, sure that whatever it was it was something she wouldn’t want to share with the team.
When they get back to his apartment, it’s late. They shower together, their laughter and muffled groans lost under the roar of the water, neither one of them wanting to wake Jack up by mistake. By the time they climb into bed, Emily is tired, her body relaxed and sated as she crawls half on top of him, her eyes already closed as she relaxes into his embrace. He hauls her closer and smiles as she giggles, a sound she’d deny if he ever brought it up, her hand fisted in his t-shirt as she anchors herself to him.
“Can I ask you something?” He asks, his lips against her forehead as he trails his hand up and down her back. She hums as she settles further into his embrace, her arm over his waist and her leg over his hips.
“Always,” she murmurs, turning her head just enough to kiss his chest, “But make it quick, the combination of the beer and your magic touch is sending me to sleep.”
Aaron chuckles and kisses her forehead, taking a moment to breathe her in before he asks the question he’d been thinking of since they were in the bar, “Earlier, you said the watch you broke today wasn’t sentimental. Does that mean you have one that is?”
A part of her wonders if she should be annoyed that he noticed, that he was so good at his job it bled into their personal lives, but she can’t bring herself to be. Instead, she realises she wants to tell him, that she wants to reveal another part of herself to him simply because he’d asked.
“Do you remember that big watch I had?” She asks, her gaze locked on the wall of his bedroom, “It had a leather strap, the face of it was wider than my wrist.”
He nods before realising she isn’t looking at him, “I remember.”
“It was my dad’s watch. When he died…” she clears her throat and presses her lips together, giving herself a moment before she carries on, “My mom gave it to me. I kept it and one day I couldn’t find my watch so I wore it to work,” she lifts her head to look up at him, her hands on his chest as she rests her chin on them, “It was huge on me. Big and impractical and so obviously not made for me,” she chuckles, “But it made me feel weirdly close to him. Which probably sounds insane.”
“It doesn’t,” he says, tucking some of her hair behind her ear, smiling encouragingly at her as she leans into the touch, “It doesn’t sound insane at all,” he assures her and her response is to turn her head to kiss his palm, “What happened to it?”
He’d picked up on how she was talking about it in the past tense, had seen the wistful look in her eyes as she thought about the watch. She smiles sadly and slips one of her hands into his, pressing their palms together to test the size difference.
There was something comforting about how big he was in comparison to her, something about it that made her feel safe. She didn’t need him to protect her, didn’t need him to hold her together, but she wanted him to. She wanted to share things with him that she’d never shared with anyone because she knew nothing would scare him off. He’d seen the very worst of her and he was still here, he still wanted to know more.
“It was sold with everything else when I died,” she says carefully, making sure to link their fingers together as she says it, hoping the way she squeezes his hand lets him know she doesn’t blame him, his guilt for making that decision for her still lingering every time it was mentioned, “I was surprised Mother didn’t take it - she was the one who got it for him. But…she had all my things sold,” she smiles sadly, a shaky breath slipping past her lips as she thinks about it. About how her mother had all but wiped any memory of her from the face of the earth. She knew it was likely a defence mechanism, a way of dealing with the fact her only child was dead, but Emily liked to think if it had been her she’d have made a different decision.
Aaron drags her in for a quick kiss, his hand on her cheek as he encourages her closer to him, unable to bear to not kiss her any longer, “I’m sorry, sweetheart. You deserved better than that.”
She smiles and kisses him, letting her lips linger against his for a moment longer than necessary as she tries to convince herself that he’s right, drawing the comfort from him that only he had ever truly been able to provide.
“I never understood their relationship. They loved each other, just not in the way I ever wanted to love someone,” she says, looking down at his chest again, at the random patterns she was drawing on his shirt as she willfully ignores the fact they hadn’t told each other how they felt yet. The words unspoken but felt in everything they did for each other, a gentle kind of love they both thought was beyond them, “Mom got Dad the watch for his 40th birthday. It had this engraving on the back of it - See You in Paris,” she smiles sadly as she sighs, “It was their favourite place. It’s where I always remember them being at their happiest.”
“Paris?”
She laughs, an edge of bitterness to it as she nods, “Yeah, Paris,” she says, her eyebrow raised as she looks at him, “The universe has a sense of humour apparently.”
There’s so much he wants to say, an apology he knows she won’t accept trapped in his chest as he stares at her, but in the end he settles on kissing her, pulling back just enough to speak as he rests his forehead against hers.
“Thank you for telling me.”
She smiles, familiar love for him burning in her chest, desperately trying to escape as she presses her lips together to hold it in place, still worried it was too soon to say anything.
“Thank you for asking,” she replies quietly, kissing him once more before she rests her head on his chest, sighing contentedly as he wraps his arms around her. He immediately re-starts running his hand up and down her back, the warmth of him drawing her in, making her feel heavy and light in equal measure, “Goodnight, honey.”
He hides a smile in her hairline as she yawns and he kisses her forehead, “Goodnight, sweetheart.”
He lays there as she falls asleep against him, an idea forming in his mind before he joins her, his grip on her never loosening.
___
Aaron pauses outside Penelope’s office, his hand frozen in place as he hesitates to knock, wondering if he is making the right decision. Before he can talk himself out of it the door swings open and Penelope shrieks, her eyes wide as she places her hand on her chest.
“Sir, sorry,” she says, clearing her throat before she steps back to let him into her office, “I wasn’t expecting to see you.”
“That’s okay,” he says as he closes the door behind him, “I wanted to ask you something-”
“If this is about the checks I did on Henry’s school, I was only checking if-”
“No, it’s not about…” he frowns as he trails off, raising his eyebrow at her, “Should it be about that?”
She shakes her head, “No definitely not,” she says, taking a seat at her desk, “How can I help?”
He sighs, scratching the back of his head, hesitancy he doesn’t like washing over him, “If I ask you to look for something for me, can it just be between us?”
Penelope’s eyes go wide, the idea of being in on a secret exciting her, “Of course,” she says, before she gasps, her eyes somehow even wider, “Is this Emily related?”
He hides a groan as he shoves his hands into his pockets, “Yes.”
Penelope covers her mouth, physically holding her excitement in as she shifts closer to him on her chair, “Oh my god, are you going to propose?” She asks, and he glares at her, his stern gaze forcing her to calm down, “Okay, no proposal…yet,” she says, “How can I help?”
“When Emily…” he clears his throat, “When she died all of the things in her estate were sold on in an auction. Do you think you could track one of those things down for me?”
He sees the flash of pain across her face, how she struggles to push it away before she nods, “Just tell me what you need bossman, and I’ll find it.”
He smiles gratefully at her and pulls a slip of paper out of his pocket, all of the details about the watch written down on it, “And remember-”
“Not a word of this to Peaches or anyone else,” she says as she takes the piece of paper from him, a sense of determination overtaking her as she turns back to her computer, and he knows this is one secret Penelope Garcia will keep.
___
“Are you sure I can’t help with anything?” Emily asks, smiling as Aaron meets her eyes from where he’s standing. His sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, giving her a delicious hint of his forearms, the muscles shifting under his skin from where he’s washing dishes.
“I’m all done, sweetheart,” he says, reaching for a dish towel and drying off his hands, “Do you need more wine?”
She shakes her head and grumbles, “What I need is my boyfriend to come over here and make out with me.”
He chuckles and nods, pulling one of the drawers in his kitchen open, blowing out a quick breath before he lifts the large jewellery box out from where he’d hidden it under a towel. The search for the watch had been a little tricker than he’d hoped. In the last couple of weeks, he’d almost given up hope, and at times he’d only been bolstered by Penelope’s seemingly unending optimism that she’d find it. When she did she’d called him, her excitement so loud Emily had heard her from his phone while standing on the other side of the room. He’d brushed off her curiosity and was grateful when she didn’t ask any further questions. The nerves he’d felt when he first thought of doing this for her return in full throttle as he walks over to the couch, a piece of her history gripped firmly in his hand.
“Before we get to that,” he says, sitting next to her, holding the box out so she can see it, “I got you something.”
She hums curiously and sits up straight, placing her glass of wine down before she takes the box from him, “I haven’t forgotten our 10-week anniversary or something have I?”
He chuckles and shakes his head, his hand heavy and warm on her thigh, “Is that a thing?”
She shrugs, “If it is, I owe you a blow…” she drifts off, her joke dying in her throat as she opens the box, her mouth hanging open as he looks at the watch. She chokes on a laugh as she looks between him and the watch, words escaping her for a moment as she shakes her head, the conversation they’d had a couple of weeks ago coming back to her, “They don’t even make this model anymore.”
Aaron squeezes her thigh as he watches her run her finger over the bezel, her touch delicate as if she’d damage the steel, “It’s not a duplicate sweetheart,” he says gently, his smile soft as she looks up at him, her eyes shining, “It’s your dad’s.”
She frowns as she pulls the watch out of the box and turns it over, her breath catching in her chest as she looks at the engraving on the back, as if she hadn’t quite believed him until she saw it.
See You In Paris
She presses her thumb into it, and feels the dips and curves of the metal, a habit she’d picked up when her mother first gave it to her. One of the few ways she felt close to her father after she lost him. She looks up at Aaron, her vision blurry as tears push at the back of her eyes.
“Aaron…” she breathes out, his name caught on a sound somewhere between a sob and a laugh, “How did you find this?”
He shrugs as if it’s nothing, as if he hasn’t just given her back a piece of herself she thought was lost, “I asked Garcia to help,” he says, smiling when her eyes get wider, “She found the guy who bought it and I bought it back from him.”
She holds the watch tightly as if it would disappear and presses it against her chest. She closes her eyes and blows out a shaky breath. She places her other hand over her mouth, her fingers pressed against her lips as she tries to gather herself, her nerves shot at the unexpected kindness and love he’d shown her.
He watches her carefully, his eyes fixed on her face as she sits perfectly still, the watch grasped against her chest and her eyes screwed shut. Anxiety bubbles in his gut and he squeezes her leg, “Sweetheart, if this was a bad idea-”
“I love you,” she says, her eyes flying open as she cuts over him. Tears splash down onto her cheeks as she laughs and shakes her head. She looks at the watch and then back at him, her spare hand cupping his cheek as she drags him into a kiss, “This is…this is the best thing anyone has ever done for me. And I love you so much.”
He smiles and hugs her close, her hand with the watch still clasped in it pressed in between them. He kisses her temple and then her cheek before he tilts her head up to kiss him.
“I love you too,” he replies, kissing her again, “I love you.”
She laughs, the sound wet as it sticks in her throat, and he wipes some tears from her cheeks, “Thank you,” she says, the words not feeling anywhere close to enough as she rests her forehead against his, “This is…” she blows out a shaky breath, “Thank you.”
“You don’t have to thank me,” he says, pressing a kiss to her forehead, “I can’t give you the 7 months you lost back,” he says, tucking some of her hair behind her ear, “And I can’t undo anything you’ve been through,” he wraps his hand around the one holding the watch, “But I can do this.”
She shakes her head at him and rests her cheek on his shoulder, “I love you,” she says again, the words she’d been afraid of saying for weeks suddenly the only thing she could say, slipping past her lips with ease now she’d said them.
“I love you too,” he repeats, running his hand up and down her back. She sinks into his embrace, her eyes closed as she breathes him in.
“I can’t believe Pen didn’t let it slip,” she says as she pulls back, wiping her cheeks, “She’s terrible with secrets.”
He laughs loudly, the sound reverberating around them and he nods, “Well, I think I won’t be so lucky if I get her to help me propose when the time comes.”
She presses her lips together to stop her smile from getting any wider, the thought of marrying him, even this early on in their relationship, not scaring her as she knows it would with anyone else, “I think she might surprise you.”
When they get married 18 months later, Aaron wears her father’s watch, the weight of it against his wrist feeling like a promise as he watches Emily walk towards him.
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I think I might have to add 'watch' to the list of inanimate objects I've made emotional thanks to these two...
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I have this promt here if you are interested. (Please be interested🤭🥺) so it’s about jealous Hotch cause I’m sucker for jealous Hotch. Okay, so new young agent or police officer who has crush on Emily ends up on plane with them. He is bold and tries to flirt with Em and sit next to her. Hotch is pissed and immediately tells him that he should respect federal agent AND HIS WIFE. Then later Emily shows Hotch that she’s only his. It’ll be bonus if some biting and marking will be there👀 thank you 🥰
A/N: You guys voted and jealous Hotch won out, I hope this doesn't disappoint! Anon, thank you for sending this idea and I hope you like it!
Title: You give me peace
Summary: A young agent flirts with Emily and Aaron does not like it.
Word count: 3,5k
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Smut, jealousy, oral, biting/marking, dirty talk, multiple orgasms
Looking back at it, Aaron isn’t sure how detective Mark Davenport ended up on the plane with them. One moment they were talking victimology and the next they were on the jet heading to New York with this man on the case with them.
He knew why he was irritated, why he was sweating under his suit and his fingers twitched as he gripped the armrest of the chair. It was because that same detective had not so subtly been flirting with Emily, his wife the entire morning and while he knew Emily would never cheat or even encourage it, it didn’t seem to deter the other man.
They had just taken off from the strip, Emily sitting on the other side of the plane with Mark in front of her as he leaned forward over the table talking to her. Aaron couldn’t hear what they were talking about, but the way the younger man focused on his wife made his jaw clench.
Derek sat beside him, his eyes moving from his unit chief to the detective with amusement. It was clear that Aaron was bothered, jealousy seeping off him in a way that he’d usually never would let slip in front of them. He’s sure that it’s because it’s their first case back since their honeymoon, their matching rings gleaming under the lights of the jet, that Aaron was still very much enjoying the newlywed life and did not expect a young and attractive man to pay such close attention to Emily.
“Hey Hotch, relax.” He said and Aaron looked at him with furrowed brows. “You’re going to rip the leather.”
It’s the first time he notices just how hard he’s gripping the armrest, knuckles white and fabric dented and he releases it.
“Sorry.” He mutters and his eyes meet Emily’s dark stare from across the plane, her amusement almost as clear as Derek’s and he took a deep breath to calm himself.
She knew that Aaron was jealous, could feel his irritation growing by the hour, a part of her hated it, hated that her husband would ever feel anything but love from her. But another part enjoyed it, found it incredibly sexy that Aaron looked like he wanted to kill Mark Davenport as he flirted with her. She knew it was dumb, that she should be irritated by the blatant show of machoism, but she wasn’t. She noticed the tension on his face, held back a poorly hidden grin by biting on the inside of her cheek before turning her attention back to Davenport.
“Do you come to New York often?” He asks as he leans even further forward on the small table.
“No, only for cases really.” She answers as she twists her wedding ring, hoping to catch his attention. In her peripheral she saw Aaron’s glare and it surprised her that this man seemed to have gotten under her husband’s skin. It wasn’t unusual that she was hit on, but Aaron had never seemed bothered before.
“Maybe we should change that.” He grins at her, a smile that she’s sure he thinks is charming but to her only seems overbearing.
“How about we focus on the case?” Aaron’s voice sounds loud in the jet and she’s acutely aware of the way he’s staring at her, knows that he had counted down the minutes for the team to be allowed to move around the cabin.
She unbuckles the seatbelt and moves to sit on the couch so they’re all closer and the detective follows close behind, sitting down closer to her than he should. For a second she’s afraid that Aaron would knock him out, the look on his face dark and bordering on aggressive.
“Is there a problem?” Mark seemed to have noticed it too, his eyes questioning as he looked across the aisle to Aaron.
“I don’t know, is there?” Aaron stares him down, his shoulders squared back knowing that it made him look even more imposing than he already was. “Maybe you should respect the personal space of a federal agent. And my wife.”
If Emily wasn’t still worried about the fact that Aaron looked ready to attack the young man beside her, she would have busted out laughing at the way Mark’s face paled and jaw dropped. His eyes were wide as he looked between her and Aaron. The rest of the team seemed to be in the same predicament, JJ the worst at hiding her smirk across from Aaron at the four-seat table.
“Y-your wife? I-I didn’t realize…” He looks accusingly at Emily who just raises her eyebrow at him.
“Don’t look at her look at me.” Aaron’s voice is close to a growl and Emily knew that if they hadn’t been on the plane that he’d probably would have gotten in Mark’s face. “Move away from her. Now.”
He shuffled away from her in seconds, the confidence he exuded completely vanished as Aaron kept his dark eyes on him. Emily met Dave’s eyes with amusement, a smirk playing on her lips as the older man winked at her. Then she looked back at Aaron, his stare intense and she felt the familiar heat of arousal in her belly, felt the flush creep up her cheeks.
The usually very short flight had never seemed longer.
*
Emily finds him alone in the conference room of the station in New York they were working in later that afternoon. Normally she wouldn’t ever cross the line from subordinate to wife while they were still working, but she couldn’t seem to help herself as she closed the blinds to keep prying eyes out.
“Honey?” She asked and wrapped her arms around him from behind. “Are you alright?” She spoke against his ear and she felt the tension in his body dissipate some.
“I lost my temper, I’m sorry.” He mumbled as he enjoyed the feeling of her warm body against his. “I was just…”
“Jealous?” She finished for him with a grin. When he released a sigh she let her lips graze his earlobe “Don’t you know I’m yours honey?” She bit gently on the lobe and his hand grabbed her wrist in warning then turned around to face her.
“I didn’t appreciate the way he flirted with you.” His hands moved to grab her around her waist and pulled her into him before grabbing her chin to hold her still. “He looked at you like only I’m allowed to look at you.”
Again, the feeling of want made her thighs clench together. She could tell that he noticed, his hands gripping a little tighter, his eyes turning a little darker. When he leaned down to kiss her it was claiming and hard, everything he’d never be when they were still working and she let out a low noise of surprise against his lips.
“I’m yours.” She breathed, she knew that she’d never be anyone else’s.
*
There’s tension as they walk down the corridor towards the room they share later that night. Emily felt him behind her as she rummaged through her purse to find the keycard, his body imposing as he pressed close to her. She knew that the moment the door closed behind them, that he would be on her, something almost desperate in the way his touch had lingered on her throughout the day finally boiling down to this.
But she catches him off guard, knows that she has from the way his body slams into the door as she pushes him against it the moment they’re inside. Her tongue pries his lips apart, tastes the familiar taste of him with a happy sigh as her hands starts to tear at her clothes.
“Sweetheart…” He tried to slow her down, but she only shook her head, her want for him overpowering everything else.
“I need you.” She mumbled against his lips, then kissed along his jaw, nipping at the column of his throat as she ripped his tie off him. “I’ve wanted you since the plane. Wanted you all day.”
Aaron’s head fell back against the door with a dull thud as he let her continue to kiss down his body, her fingers quickly undoing the buttons of his shirt and pushing it, together with his jacket off his shoulder. He looked down as she kneeled in front of him, her cheeks flushed pink and eyes almost black in the dim light of their room.
“You like when I’m jealous.” He stated quietly as he pushed some of her dark hair away from her face. His thumb swiped over her bottom lip, a low groan sounding in his throat as she nodded.
“Yes.” She whispered and then she licked over the bulge in his pants, her tongue wetting the fabric of his pants as she trailed her tongue along his shaft.
“Fuck, Em.” He grunted as he kept his eyes on her, watched as she got his belt buckle undone and then unzipped his pants before pulling them down along with his boxers. When her tongue moved over his heated skin his fingers tangled in the soft strands of her hair.
She knew she was teasing him, the tip of her tongue lapping at his tip before slowly moving down the length of him. Her eyes flickered up to his face, a low moan sounding from her when she was met by his strained face, eyes glinting and jaw slightly slack.
“You never need to worry about another man.” She told him quietly, her words landing in soft puffs against his cock before she sucked his cockhead. Her tongue swirled around him and then she pulled back much to his dismay. “I’ll never be anybody else’s.” Once again she took him in her mouth, her clit pulsing at the low groan that erupted from him. “I’ve never belonged to anybody but you.”
Aaron couldn’t stop himself from pushing her down this time, his own want for her becoming too much. He kept his fingers tangled in her hair, pushed slowly against her face as he kept his eyes on her. His shaft moved along her wet tongue, pushing deeper and deeper and then pulled back just as slowly, fucking her face with sure strokes.
“Baby, fuck I love your mouth.” He breathed as Emily swallows around him, her eyes turning glassy as she gagged on him. When she hummed around him, his knees buckled at the vibrations from her throat, forcing himself all the way down her throat. She choked on him but it didn’t stop her, she kept bopping her head, licked along his shaft, moaned when his fingers massaged her scalp.
“You’re going to make me come.” He growled and tried to pull back from her but she wouldn’t let him. Instead her hand wrapped around his base as she sucked harder on his tip, making his breathing hitch as the pleasure built quickly. He saw the glint in her eye, saw how she nodded, wordlessly letting him know what she wanted.
Emily kept her eyes on him as he leaned against the door, his breathing coming out in harsher breaths as he gave in to what his body craved. She felt his hand tighten and loosen in her hair, saw the way his jaw clenched and eyes closed as his head fell back. The growl in his throat was her only warning before he came, his release hot and salty on her tongue. She swallowed down everything he gave her with a moan, her hand pumping his shaft until he was twitching and pushing her away.
She sat back on her heels, licked some of his cum of her lip and waited for him to look at her again. Her hand gently stroked over his hip and down the outside of his thigh to help bring him back down from his high. When he released a long sigh and his muscles relaxed she stood back up and pressed a lingering kiss against his lips.
Aaron let out a noise of satisfaction, his fingers gripping her hips tightly before moving up under her shirt.
“Now it’s your turn.” He all but growled before pushing her back towards the bed, his hands quickly getting her shirt off her body, followed by her pants. By the time she was laying back on the bed she was naked and panting and he hovered above her.
“Aaron, touch me.” She gasped against his lips, her teeth tugging on his bottom lip for a moment. He smirked at her when they pulled apart, almost a look of arrogance on his face as he trailed one hand down her body, his touch searing as he spread her thighs wide apart.
“Going to take you apart, sweetheart,” He mumbled as he kissed down her throat, his teeth sinking into the soft flesh and leaving a mark that made her hiss. “going to make you forget every man you’ve ever met.” His tongue licked over the bitemark, soothing the skin and then he kissed further down her body, stopping at her chest to lap at a nipple.
“Fuck…” Her eyes closed as she let him take control of her pleasure.
“Going to make you scream my fucking name.” He whispered before sucking the other nipple between his teeth and bit down hard enough to make her arch in painful pleasure.
“Aaron!” She tugged on his short hair and he grinned down at her, a look close to feral on his face. He sucked a hickey into her soft flesh and then pushed two fingers inside of her without warning, making her moan breathlessly. His fingers curled inside of her as he continued to press heated kisses down her body, not stopping until he was in between her thighs and his tongue licked a broad stripe over her clit.
The sound that ripped from her throat was loud and deep and it made him only press his tongue harder against the bundle of nerves. The hand not between her thighs moved up to her chest, easily finding a nipple and tweaking it. Emily gasped, his touch seemingly everywhere at once. Her fingers gripped his hair, tugging hard and he grunted against her, the vibrations of his voice making pleasure shoot up her spine as he sucked on her clit. She grinded into his touch and Aaron quickly let go of her breast to pin her down, his forearms strong as he pressed her down against the bed.
“Baby,” She whimpered and his fingers curled hard inside of her in response “make me come, please.”
Aaron hummed, eyes flicking up to watch the desperation on her face. He circled her clit with his tongue then pulled back and she whined.
“You look so pretty like this.” He whispered as he continued to watch her. “You look so pretty begging for me.”
“Please…” She gasped and it made him chuckle.
“Just like that, sweetheart.” He leaned further down, his lips grazing her clit as he spoke. “Come for me, show me how good I make you feel.” When he sucked her clit back between his lips she let out a cry that was sure heard through the walls of their hotel room but it only urged him on. He didn’t stop until she was coming with his name falling from her lips, thighs trembling around his head as she kept him in place.
Emily moaned as he continued to push his fingers in and out, his tongue turning gentle as she came back down slowly. When her legs relaxed he started to slowly kiss up her body again. He laid between her spread legs, his cock hard again as he kissed the air from her lungs.
“I love you.” She whispered against his face, her hand gentle against his cheek as she stroked it.
“I love you too.” He told her just as quietly before kissing her again. He felt her hand on his cock, guiding her towards her and then he thrust inside of her, breaking their kiss with a grunt. “You feel so good.”
“You do too.” Her hips pushed up against his almost instinctively, wanting him as deep as possible. She wrapped her legs around his waist and Aaron grunted against her shoulder as he started to thrust, his hips strong against hers.
He knew that she was breaking the skin of his back and arms from the way she was clinging to him, knew that just like he wanted to mark her up as his, she wanted to do the same thing to him. He hissed against her skin, his body reacting to the sting by fucking her harder.
“Just like that.” She gasped, the flush on her cheeks creeping down towards her chest as he continued to move above her. “Fuck, baby just like that.”
They move together, the room sounding of moans and grunts and skin slapping together until Emily was muffling her moans of pleasure into his shoulder, her teeth digging into his skin to keep from crying out too loud.
“That’s it, come for me.” He grunted, sweat covering his body as her tight walls trembled around his shaft. Her body was straining against his, muscles tensing as she came again and he smirked down at her, this time not stopping even when she was squirming.
“Fuck Aaron-”
“Again.” He interrupted her, his pace somehow quickening and hand moving between them to rub at her clit.
She moaned, whatever word on her tongue disappearing as he used his knowledge of her body against her. She watched through heavy eyelids as he got up on his knees between her legs, watched his strong body as he thrust into her over and over again. It wasn’t long until she felt the heat in her stomach build again, could only grip the sheets in a vain attempt to keep herself grounded as he groaned above her, dark eyes wild as he watched her.
“Come on baby, let go.” He encouraged, voice thick and dark. He pinched her sensitive clit and it sent her over the edge for a third time. This time she couldn’t hold back her loud moans and Aaron grinned as she cried out. “Good girl.” He grunted and then pulled out only to flip her body around.
She was still trembling from her orgasm when she pushed herself up on her knees and elbows, a low whimper on her tongue when he pushed back inside of her again. His hands were bruising on her hips, pulling her body back against his to meet each one of his thrusts.
“Jesus, fuck, Aaron!” She moaned and she could hear his groan of satisfaction behind her.
“Touch yourself,” He leaned over her, his ear by her neck “come one more time for me.”
When she immediately complied he grinned into the back of her neck, kissed her shoulder quickly before moving back up on his knees. He could feel his own orgasm building, the pleasure of her beginning to become too much. Her pussy was clinging to him, her body moving back against his even when her upper body fell against the bed.
“Don’t stop, fuck baby don’t stop.” She mumbled through harsh breaths as her fingers rubbed quickly over her clit. Her body was exhausted but like always he managed to bring her to the edge again. His fingers tightened on her hips, his hips stuttering and she knew that he was getting close as well.
“Come with me, Em.” He growled and she tightened around him, her hips buckling. When her body tensed and she muffled her moan into the bed he let go as well, coming inside of her as she trembled around him. “Fuck baby, fuck you feel so good.” He mumbled through his release, the pleasure making his eyesight whiten out and hips stuttering.
Emily was still shaking when he pulled out and collapsed beside her, her breathing labored and mind hazy from pleasure. She moved so she could lay halfway on top of him, her head on his shoulder as she stroked over his chest, feeling his heartbeat in his chest.
“That,” She started and waited until he was looking at her “was fucking incredible.” She smiled into a kiss that he happily returned through a chuckle.
“You’re incredible.” He told her, his fingers on her jaw. “But if another man ever flirts with you like that and you don’t put a stop to it, I might not be this nice.”
Emily smirked, an eyebrow raising as she did.
“I really don’t see the problem with that, Mr. Hotchner.”
Aaron was quick to roll on top of her a growl in his voice when he spoke next.
“Maybe you shouldn’t try me, Mrs. Hotchner.”
“How about you always get a room on another floor from now on?” JJ’s voice suddenly sounds through the wall, making them both freeze.
“Or maybe even another hotel?” Dave calls from the room on the other side.
When Emily sees the look of embarrassment on Aaron’s face she laughs, her body shaking against his.
“Well,” She starts through breathless laughs “At least they know how good you fuck me.”
“Emily!” Three voices sound in unison.
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Twas The Night Before Christmas...
fandom: criminal minds
pairing: emily prentiss/aaron hotchner
rating: E
words: 2,106
tags/warnings: no warnings, mentions of christmas and baking, dad girl!aaron, cute family fluff, slightly distressed emily
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Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, not a creature was stirring, except for Aaron and Emily's 1 year old daughter who was wrecking havoc with the kitchen cabinets. Her new favorite thing was to stand in the kitchen and slam the cabinets repeatedly squealing the loudest, happiest squeal imaginable.
As soon as Charlotte was able to stand on her own, all she wanted to do was slam anything that had doors. The cabinets in the kitchen once had baby-proof locks on them all but Charlotte quickly let her parents know just how much she hated those dang contraptions, so Aaron removed one from them just so she could slam it closed in happy bliss. They'd easily admit to enjoying hearing her laughing screams over her angry ones any day.
Emily stood in the kitchen trying her hardest not to have a complete mental breakdown as she desperately tried to finish baking cookies for Dave's big Christmas party. Dave took on cooking the actual food and Emily had volunteered to bake some goodies since baking was more her forte than actual cooking.
Between the loud commotion of her daughter's gleeful screams, the very loud repeated slamming of her kitchen cabinets and forgetting where she put her grandmother's famous cookie recipe and having to do it completely by memory, she was on the tail end of an overstimulated meltdown.
Just as she was about to grab her phone and call Aaron to see what was taking so long at the store she had sent him to (she already knew- it was Christmas Eve, the stores were probably packed with last minute shoppers), he came barreling into the house covered in snow and quickly throwing out an apology.
Charlotte only stopped slamming the cabinet doors once she heard her father's voice and quickly pushed herself back onto her butt so she could crawl over to her mother. Emily was rounding the kitchen island to get to the oven when her daughter latched on to her leg and helped herself up by bunching Emily's pajama pants into her little fists and babbling 'ma ma ma ma' over and over again until she was picked up.
"Hang on, baby, I need to check the cookies real quick," Emily told her as she shuffled her feet slowly across the floor as to not knock Charlotte down. Aaron nearly sprinted into the kitchen, setting the brown paper bag full of Emily's requested items onto the counter.
"Sorry it took so long," he apologized again. "There were surprisingly a lot of people at the store fighting for what small amount of things were left on the shelves."
Emily hummed a response, letting her husband know she heard him but didn't say anything further. Charlotte still clung to her pants leg still yelling for Emily to pick her up. Emily closed the oven door after quickly checking the cookies and then picked up her daughter who then immediately almost launched herself out of her mother's arms to get to Aaron. Emily quickly tightened her grip on her before she could fly out of her arms which only caused Charlotte to yell. Aaron stepped up to them both opening his hands up for his daughter who squeaked as she clambered out of Emily's arms to get to his.
He watched his wife sigh and close her eyes. Her tongue darted out of her mouth to quickly wet her lips. Aaron reached over to grab her wrist, running a soothing thumb over it. "Go sit down and take a break. I've got her and I'll keep an eye on things in here."
She quickly leaned over to kiss him on the lips and then eagerly left the kitchen. She all but ragdolled onto the couch throwing her head back against it and closing her eyes. The kitchen wasn't too far away from where she was, but far enough away that everything was quieter. She sucked in a deep breath to collect herself and relax. She loved her daughter, but this stage of banging on everything and constantly screaming for one of her parent's to pay attention to her was driving her mad, especially since she'd been home all day with her and didn't have a lick of time to herself- minus the whole thirty minute nap that Charlotte had earlier in the day. It was nearly 9 pm and Emily wasn't sure how their daughter was managing to stay awake with so much energy after only having such a short nap.
She was quickly knocked out of her thoughts when she heard the cabinets slamming again. She sighed with a chuckle when she could hear her yelling 'da da da da' over and over again and Aaron playfully yelling over the slamming doors.
She was about to abandon her semi-quiet alone time when she saw Aaron out of the corner of her eye. He stepped into the living room with Charlotte under his left arm like he was holding a football.
"The timer for this batch went off, do you want me to put them in the containers and put in the next batch?" He dramatically bounced their daughter which caused her to full on belly laugh, he legs flailing wilding behind him.
"Yeah, go ahead, I'm right behind you."
"I got it, you can stay there."
She stood up anyway, playfully rolling her eyes at him. "I still have to make the brownies." To which he easily responded, "I can do that, too."
"I know you can, but it's hard to do all of that when you have a one year old glued to you, trust me." She reached her arms out for her daughter and Charlotte giggled loudly as Aaron pretended to drop her. "Mama!" Charlotte yelled reaching out for her, her whole body shaking in a giggle fit.
"Oh, mama can't save you!" Aaron cackled. Keeping her side-ways under his arm, he bounced off to the kitchen, the small amount of hair on her head bouncing with her father's exaggerated stomps.
Emily followed laughing at their silly antics. Aaron maneuvered Charlotte right side up so that she had her legs around his back and chest, and his arm underneath her butt. He pulled the cookies out of the oven and began putting them in the containers on the counter. Emily joined him, helping him with the lids since he was one-handed. As soon as Charlotte saw her, she started crying for her and kicking herself out of Aaron's arms.
"Whoa, Char. You're gunna fall if you keep doing that," he told her as he quickly used both hands to grab her. Of course that didn't stop her, she kept kicking her feet and yelling for Emily until she finally stepped back and let Charlotte practically fall into her arms.
"I got this," Aaron told her again, nodding to the cookies on the counter. She stood back, not really having a choice as her daughter clung to her chest. She pressed her face into Emily's neck, wriggling her nose as if trying to burrow into her mother's skin- a tell tale sign that she was getting tired.
Emily held her close, resting her cheek on the top of her head. "Are you ready for bed, sweet girl? It's been such a long day, hm?"
Of course, Charlotte protested. "Okay, okay." Emily chuckled. "Do you want down?" She tried to lean down to set her feet on the floor but Charlotte clung tighter to her and whined.
At that, Aaron turned around opening his hands back up to his daughter. "Wanna help daddy put the cookies on the baking sheet?" She grunted a mean noise, adjusting herself in Emily's arms, hiding her face even more in her neck.
"You've had mommy all day. Can I have Charlotte time?" Charlotte pulled back slightly from her mother to look at Aaron and whined another angry noise, this time with a playful, albeit, mischievous smile on her face.
"Okay, fine. Can I have mommy time? I haven't seen her allllll daaay." He stepped up to his wife and quickly pecked her on the lips, leaning over their daughter to do it which caused Charlotte to take her foot, plant it directly on his chest and shove him away.
Emily snorted a laugh. "That's not very nice, Char." Charlotte only giggled.
Aaron tried again, this time purposely smooshing Charlotte between them, his arms circling around Emily and slightly squeezing. "Mommy and Char time it is, then." He kissed Emily again and then kissed the top of their daughter's head. She didn't protest this time.
"Want me to put her down?" Aaron asked, his arms still around them. They began to slightly sway. Charlotte let out a small yawn, rubbing her face into Emily's chest again, her eyes drifting shut.
"If she'll let you."
Aaron pulled back and took her out of Emily's arms easily, the toddler quickly giving up the fight to stay awake. Aaron hugged her to his chest, kissing the top of her head again before kissing Emily again.
"Be back in a few," he told her and then disappeared out of the kitchen.
Emily busied herself with placing the cookie dough on the baking sheet and putting them in the oven and then starting the brownie batter. She was putting the last of the cookies into the containers and shoving the brownies in the oven when she heard her husband walk back into the kitchen.
"She go down without a fight?" She asked closing the oven door and turning to face him. She leaned her back against the counter while she used a towel to wipe her hands.
Aaron chuckled. "She kept asking for you, but we managed."
She smiled at him and he was quick to step up to her, kissing her once again and pulling her into a proper hug. "You okay?" he asked.
Emily hummed thoughtfully. "Yeah, it's just been a day. She only went down for a thirty minute nap around noon and she's been an energizer bunny ever since."
"I'm sorry I couldn't come home sooner," he tells her almost sadly. She huffs a laugh. "It's not a problem, honey."
"I know, but I know what it's like to be alone with her when she's in her full on energizer bunny mode. Remember when you went out with JJ and Penelope a few weeks ago and I was only here with her for three hours? I almost called you crying."
She full on laughs at that which causes him to smile. "Are you tired?" She asks him suddenly. He cocks an eyebrow at her. "Why?"
She lets her arms that are around his neck fall to his chest. "We can finish this up and...go to bed." She licks her lips, pulling her bottom lip in between her teeth.
"This your way of asking for baby number 3?" Aaron wiggles his eyebrows at her. She slaps his chest. "If you knock me up with baby number 3 any time soon, I'm kicking your ass."
"Promises, promises," Aaron says, stamping his lips to hers again.
" Oh, Jack called earlier, wanted me to tell you Merry Christmas."
"Ah yes, baby number 1. He having fun with Jess?" She leans her head down on his shoulder.
"From what I can tell. She got him a new bike and gave it to him early so he's been outside most of the day."
She hums. "That explains why he didn't answer his phone when I called him this morning."
"Boys and their toys." He says, pulling her even closer to him, giving her a small squeeze.
They stood like that for a while before Aaron pulled away. "We have a few minutes on these brownies, why don't you go get ready for bed. I can finish up in here."
She tried to protest but he untangled her from himself and nudged her towards their bedroom. "You've been on your feet all day, go get in bed." He nudged her towards their bedroom, swatting her butt playfully as she sauntered away.
"I can't promise I'll still be awake when you get done." She says over her shoulder.
"That's okay," He tells her. "I can have fun without you."
She turns at that, bursting into a loud laugh.
"That's not how baby number 3 gets made, honey." She throws a quick wink and smile at him before she dips inside their bedroom, closing the door behind her.
Aaron stood in the kitchen dumbfounded and desperately trying to speed up time so he could get these brownies put up and make his way to his wife.
#i dont know where this came from and i dont know if i even like it but here you go#writers block is a bitch and this is me trying to get out of it i think fjdskfjs#i used a name generator for their daughter and i think it works? i love the name charlotte for them :')#hotchniss#hotchniss fanfic#emily prentiss#aaron hotchner#*hotchniss#*mine
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Warnings: n/a
Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Emily Prentiss
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Rossi throws a New Year’s Eve party, and Aaron spends his night trying to avoid the one person he can’t stop staring at.
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Aaron stood at the makeshift bar just off the kitchen and twisted open the top button of his shirt, hoping to relieve the restlessness that had been prickling under his skin ever since he stepped inside the house.
He blamed Dave. His supposed friend, with his penchant for top-shelf liquor, imported cigars, and extravagant gatherings, who insisted that New Year’s Eve was an occasion to be celebrated amongst friends.
Or maybe he would turn his blame on Corbin Jefferson of Lexington, Kentucky. A repulsive man who managed to pull the team away from their families and holiday festivities with his murderous antics, evaded their presence for a week, only to let himself get captured with just enough time for the team to return for Rossi’s party.
Aaron could provide anyone who bothered to ask a list of reasons why this day, this party, was the source of his cynicism. For one, a general disdain for occasions whose existence was predicated on drinking yourself into a massive hangover, especially to commemorate something as mundane as changing numbers on a calendar. Or perhaps, the chronic disappointment that always seemed to follow this night, optimism and high expectations that were never really satisfied. He might have even mentioned a particularly traumatic breakup that took place in Molly Griffin’s basement in tenth grade when, upon searching for his then-girlfriend a few minutes before their midnight kiss, he found her lip-locked in a closet with senior Blake Thomas.
This list, noticeably, would neglect to include the main reason for his uneasiness this evening. That reason was currently leaning against the kitchen island, dressed in an indecently attractive black dress, and smiling at the waiter who refilled her champagne.
The sight of her faint alcohol-induced flush and the lock of hair that fell against the back of her neck, having slipped out of her carefully crafted chignon, was enough to make Aaron toss back the last of his first allotted drink of the night and slip into the living room.
Despite his reticence, even Aaron could admit that his friend had managed to pull together a sufficiently impressive celebration. A handful of waitstaff bustled around the house, ensuring guests were plied with generous amounts of food and alcohol. Heaters were strategically placed on the back porch so they could enjoy their cigars despite the December chill. The children ran around with party hats and noisemakers, allowed to stay up past their bedtimes just this once.
He was watching Jack and Henry debate Reid on the scientific potential and accuracy of the Jurassic Park movies when he found himself flanked on either side by JJ and Dave.
“Having fun?” Dave handed him a refreshed glass.
Aaron tipped it in thanks. “You’ve always known how to throw a good party.”
Dave turned to JJ and smirked, “Notice how he never actually answers the question.”
“Don’t be such a grump, Hotch.” JJ jostled him with her elbow, chuckling. “It’s New Year’s Eve.”
“Exactly,” he replied dryly. Noticing she was curiously carrying a drink in each hand, he asked, “Is that for Will?”
“For Emily, actually.” She nodded towards the French doors leading out to the backyard, where they saw Emily standing by herself. Aaron sipped his drink, swallowing hard and feeling the burn of the whiskey move down his throat.
“But it’s almost midnight,” JJ continued, “and I do need to go find Will. Do you think you can bring this out to her?” She held out a glass of champagne.
The ask seemed innocent enough, though Aaron wondered why this whole encounter felt specifically contrived to make him as uncomfortable as possible. He looked at Dave, whose expression remained neutral, revealing nothing.
But neither of them could have known about the incident, and despite the fact that his chest suddenly felt painfully tight, he couldn’t find a reason to decline without appearing extraordinarily rude.
“Um, yes, of course.” He glanced at both of them again. “Excuse me.”
He weaved through the other guests in the room and paused just before he reached the back doors, taking a deep breath in an attempt to settle himself before he opened the doors to the one person who had been careful to avoid him all evening.
~~
The incident had occurred three weeks earlier.
Emily had taken to joining him on late nights in the office, an increased caseload forcing Aaron to stay in the office later and later. Sometimes she would divide the files, quietly working alongside him until they managed to clear the pile on his desk. Other nights, she simply kept him company for a few hours, raiding the alcohol from Rossi’s office and forcing Aaron to take breaks every so often.
He didn’t get nearly as much work completed on those nights, but he never really seemed to mind.
The storm came in unexpectedly that night. A torrential downpour that flooded the streets almost immediately, making it dangerous to drive home. Aaron made a call to Jessica to let her know he’d be staying at the office until the storm cleared and wished Jack good night over the phone.
She knocked on his door a few minutes later, after he had already settled down at his desk with an open file and an indulgent glass of scotch.
“Stuck here too?”
“Yes,” Aaron sighed. “I let Jessica know I likely won’t make it home tonight. Is anyone else still here?”
“No, they all made it out before the rain started.” Emily poured herself a glass, an established comfort in this space from so much time spent together, and dropped into the chair across from him.
He returned to his work with a nod, feeling her eyes on him as she silently sipped her drink.
Finally, she quipped, “Has anyone ever told you that you work too hard?”
He looked up at her, lifting a sardonic eyebrow, sure that she had repeated that exact sentence to him on numerous occasions. She laughed at his expression, and he couldn’t help but smile.
“Oh, all right,” she sighed and pulled a folder off the pile. “What’s on the docket?”
Aaron couldn’t say how much time had passed, only that the new bottle of scotch he had opened was now half empty, and both he and Emily had somehow found their way to the couch.
Case files remained open and forgotten on his desk. She had kicked off her shoes, her legs tucked underneath her with her elbow resting on the back of the couch. His jacket and tie were hanging off the back of a chair, his legs propped up on the coffee table and his head tipped back against the cushion.
Emily was telling him a story about her youthful misadventures, and he had turned towards her, smiling softly as he watched her become more and more animated in her narration.
The alcohol made him notice things he was normally very good at not noticing. The way her eyes widened and sparkled when she got excited. The curve of her body, pliant and soft as it molded into the cushions. The scent of her, vanilla and cedar and something else he couldn’t name but was undoubtedly Emily. The way she gestured with her hands when she spoke, which made him inexplicably want to grab onto one and press his lips against her wrist.
“— and that’s the first and last time I agreed to a threesome.”
Aaron blinked, realizing he hadn’t heard the last few minutes of Emily’s story, his eyes widening as he absorbed what she had just said.
She grinned, a peal of laughter escaping her lips. “You should see your face.” Aaron coughed, sitting up straight. “You zoned out there for a while; I was wondering when you’d notice.”
“Yes, um, sorry about that.” Looking down at his shoes, he brushed both palms against his knees. “So the, ah, threesome was…”
“A joke?” She laughed again. “Yes.”
He gave a hoarse chuckle, his mouth suddenly devoid of moisture.
A mild awkwardness hovered in the air; the only sound for a while was the rain beating relentlessly against the window.
“It doesn’t look like we’re getting any sleep tonight,” he finally murmured.
Two beats passed, then, “There’s always the couch.”
They looked at each other, the fact of there being a single couch unspoken yet suddenly frighteningly tangible, and it felt as if all the air had been lost from the room.
The sudden thundering of his heart matched the tempest outside. He watched her eyes drop down and back up to meet his. He heard his own intake of breath, felt his lips fall open just a bit. Their hands inched towards each other, fingertips grazing.
He bent; she leaned. And their lips were separated by less than an inch when a harsh clap of thunder startled them both.
Reality hit him like a bullet, and he jerked away.
“Hotch—”
“I’m going to, uh, go sleep in my car. You can— take the couch. Please. Make yourself comfortable.”
He rushed to grab his jacket, keys, phone, unable to meet her eyes.
“Hotch—”
“Good night, Emily.”
He fled to the elevator and down to the garage, grateful it was enclosed so the cold inside his car was tolerable. He fell into a discomfited sleep, aided by the alcohol still in his system, berating himself all the while for nearly crossing a line he had no business crossing. For rushing something he knew he wanted. But wanted the right way, the way she deserved.
The sun had just started to peek through the clear skies when he woke. When he trudged back upstairs, determined to speak with Emily, apologize and explain, he opened the door to his office and found it empty.
She arrived a few hours later, fresh-faced and joking with Derek as they walked out the elevator together. She paused in her steps when she saw him standing on the stairs, then politely wished him good morning and sat down at her desk.
They said nothing else, and she hadn’t knocked on his door since.
~~
Through the glass, Aaron watched Emily pull her wrap around her, arms tight against her middle, shielding her from the cold. She swayed lightly on her feet, her back turned to him, underneath the warmth of the heaters.
Behind him, their friends had gathered around the TV, watching the few remaining minutes of the New Year’s Eve special before the countdown to midnight started.
Aaron sucked in a breath and nudged the door open, letting it fall closed behind him. “Hi.” She turned at the sound.
White wisps of air escaped her lightly parted lips. The red of her lipstick had faded away over the course of the evening, just a hint of pink left behind. The cold had flushed the expanse of her cheeks down to the tip of her nose.
It devastated him, how beautiful she was.
Hesitation was evident on her face, but still, she gave him a small smile. “Hey.”
“JJ asked me to give you this.” She accepted the champagne flute with a thanks.
Silence lingered, both of them unsure and shifting on their feet. He despised it.
The lack of her company, her friendship, was an unexpected void. She’d sit across from him, a layer of their usual professionalism shed in the late hours of the evening, and he would listen to her rant about a case, or describe Reid and Morgan’s latest pranks, or tease him about overworking. He didn’t realize just how much he had come to want it, need it.
“Emily,” he began, haltingly, “I’m sorry. About— about that night. I shouldn’t have—”
“It’s okay—”
“It’s not. I overstepped—”
“You didn’t,” she shook her head, “And I’m sorry too.”
“No, you don’t need—”
“I do. We—” she waved her hand indiscriminately, and Aaron ducked his head, cheeks burning, “and now it’s been…”
“Weird,” they said together, and then they both smiled tentatively, and it felt like something had finally cracked open.
“So now we just…”
“Go back to normal?”
“Yes. Normal.” He exhaled, releasing a plume of white air, a curious mix of relief and disappointment settling into his stomach. “So should we head back inside? It’s almost midnight.”
“Lead the way.”
Aaron pressed down on the handle and pulled, only to find the door curiously locked. He rattled the handle, pushed and pulled again, with no luck.
“It’s locked,” he said lamely.
Emily placed her glass down on a nearby table and approached a window. She knocked and waved, attempting to gain the attention of their friends who seemed to be conspicuously avoiding the noises coming from the back of the room. “Shit.”
“What’s going on? Should we go through the front door?”
Emily slowly stepped back, wringing her hands. “This, um, might be my fault.”
“Your fault?” Aaron’s eyebrows wrinkled in confusion. “How?”
“The girls and I…we, um, went out. After the Lexington case,” Emily’s voice wavered, an uncommon thread of nerves laced through. “And I might have, uh, told them. About that night.”
Aaron was rooted where he stood, the pit in his stomach widening and swallowing him whole.
“And you know how they are!” she waved her hands, voice raising. “They kept joking that we just needed to be locked in a room together, and—” she abruptly cut herself off.
“Why would they—”
“It doesn’t matter,” Emily began to pace, two steps left, two steps right, the words tumbling faster out of her mouth. “Anyway this was probably their stupid plan, even though I told them nothing would happen because obviously, you weren’t interested in—”
“I was interested.” The words escaped and hung in the air before he could stop them.
She froze, eyes going wide. “What?”
Aaron swallowed past the stone sitting in his throat. “I…wanted to. That night. For a while, actually.”
“But you…you ran!”
“It just didn’t feel right, Emily.” His heartbeat thundered in his ears, and he couldn’t be sure that he wasn’t yelling at her. “I care about you, and you deserved more than a drunken night in my office. Especially when I didn’t know if you felt…”
“Do you think I spend my evenings doing paperwork for fun?” This, she shouted.
They stared at each other, chests rising and falling as they caught their breath. A loud cheer erupted from inside, the starting chant of the countdown to a new year.
10!
Emily took a step toward him.
9!
And said, “For a profiler, you are really oblivious.”
8!
Aaron’s heart thudded once, twice.
7!
He stepped forward, bridging the gap between them until their toes almost touched.
6!
With a shaky hand, he tucked a fallen strand of hair behind her ear, fingers grazing her cheek.
5!
Both of her hands came to rest on his chest.
4!
“Don’t run this time,” she whispered, amused and affectionate.
3!
He shook his head, the corner of his lips tugging up into a smile.
2!
Aaron’s hands framed her face, the warmth of his palms against the cool of her cheeks, as he bent down.
1! Happy New Year!
She tasted like champagne. Crisp fruitiness on the tongue that licked against his lips, teasing and goading. He shuddered in her embrace, tilting her face higher, drawing her closer to him. Her fingers tightened over the collar of his jacket, her wrap slipping off her elbows and onto the ground. They nipped and soothed and moved against each other with gentle intensity, his hands dropping down to her neck when he deepened the kiss for a fleeting moment before pulling away.
Her eyes stayed closed for a second longer before fluttering open. She smiled, languid and easy, as if she knew this was only the first of many kisses they would share. He supposed she was right.
“Happy New Year, Emily.” The tip of his nose nudged against hers.
“Happy New Year, Aaron.” And the weight that had been pressing on his chest for the last three weeks disappeared, and he could breathe again.
“You do realize,” she whispered, their lips so close they brushed against each other when she spoke, “I’m going to be hearing ‘we told you so’ for the rest of my life.”
“Worth it, I think.”
Her arms looped around his neck and his hands found her waist, and he was lost in her again, nearly missing the soft click of a door unlocked behind them.
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Hey guys!
Well I just wrote a Hotchniss fanfiction in my free period at school….
And I’m thinking about putting it on this blog, it’s still handwritten, so I will probably post it later this evening or tomorrow.
The last time I wrote anything, was like 4 years ago, when I was 14 for a German YouTuber called Zombey and since I burned myself out with that one, stressing myself to write everyday, I stopped writing stuff. I want to pick writing up again. While writing the fanfiction, I just noticed how much I missed putting my ideas into words, because ideas are a thing I have enough of and writing them helps me a lot. I know from past experience that feedback helps me keep motivated wich is why I decided to post it.
Well for those who are interested it will be posted later on
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Emily can feel Aaron’s love pressing on her skin. It overflows from him, making his eyes full of love for her. It’s one of her favorite discoveries about him since they got together. How much he could love and how he would do anything to show it to her.
It’s their first Valentine’s and Emily is sick. Aaron takes care of her.
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