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She first noticed how different Aaron was from Hotch that first super bowl weekend she spent with the team out at a bar. He was more relaxed, joking and teasing as Haley sat beside him. They seemed happy, almost oblivious to the outside world as he dragged her onto the makeshift dance floor next to Derek.
But there was something about the way Haley’s eyes were lazed with a silent panic, something about the way Aaron was touching her in a way that seemed almost desperate that makes Emily take pause.
She finds out later that their marriage is strained, that Haley always felt like his second choice and the guilt Aaron felt was never-ending.
When he’s served divorce papers, Emily almost finds it cruel, the way the legal courier shows up at the office, in front of everyone. She thinks that Haley could have just given them to him herself, behind closed doors. But this way the hurt is worse for him and she realizes that it’s what Haley had wanted, some type of revenge for choosing strangers in need before herself and their child.
And Emily wonders why something in her chest clenches achingly at the empty look in his eyes as he leaves them with the papers in hand.
He doesn’t mention it in front of her, doesn’t talk about it with anybody except Dave. But then he comes back with Spencer after the disastrous interview with Chester Hardwick and she sees the signed divorce papers on his desk that same day. He catches her eyes on the papers but doesn’t say anything, so she doesn’t either, just leaves the files in her hand silently on his desk.
When she gets home that night something feels off, something nagging at her. He always checks in with them when he notices if something is wrong with them, she wonders if anybody checks in on him.
She sends him a text before she can talk herself out of it.
Emily: Are you okay?
The ding of an incoming text comes just after she had ordered dinner for herself and had changed into a pair of tights and a loose shirt.
Aaron: It’s been a long day.
For a moment she wonders if that’s his way of politely telling her mind her own business and stay out of his private life, but she had never been one for beating around the bush.
Emily: Do you want to talk about it?
To her surprise, he texts her back instantly, and in that one word their relationship changed forever.
Aaron: Yes.
She quickly called the restaurant back and changed her order for two and grabbed her bag.
Emily: I’ll be at yours in 20.
*
“In the end, I just wasn’t enough. I don’t blame her.” He says as he sits on the couch that still smells new. His eyes are closed, head leaning back against the backrest, the scotch forgotten in front of him on the coffee table. He’s had too many, she has too and somewhere in the back of his mind he makes a note to make sure to call her a cab later.
“I do.” She says bluntly and Aaron looks at her with a mix of amusement and irritation and she marvels how he manages to look both at the same time. But the corner of his mouth was quivering upwards, while his eyebrows remained furrowed in what she once thought was a permanent frown. “I don’t mean that I don’t understand her side of it, I do. But thanks to you, horrible people are behind bars and innocent lives have been saved.”
“She knows that. But she got tired of feeling like I always put you before her.”
“Me?” Her eyes snaps to his and he’s immediately tenses, even through the slight blurriness of alcohol and defeat.
“The team.” The correction makes her exhale softly but his eyes stay on hers and she has trouble looking away.
“Of course.”
The room goes silent, tension suddenly thick and awkward as they continue to look at each other. Emily could feel the way he was studying her intensely and she felt a tingle creep down her spine in response.
“Prentiss?” He says and his voice is suddenly breathier, lower and the sound makes a dull ache settle between her thighs. The way his eyes move over her body quickly is almost undetectable, but she catches it and it makes her swallow hard, her throat suddenly dry.
“Hotch?” She questions and this time the smile he had forced away appears on his face.
“Thank you for coming over.” His warm hand lands on her shoulder and she thinks that this is the first time he’s touched her purposefully.
“Not a problem.” She tries to keep the very inappropriate thoughts away, hopes that he doesn’t notice the way her cheeks heat or the way her pulse quickens. She swallows down the rest of her own liquor, the burn of it no longer present but the warmth of it still fills her belly in a pleasant way. When she stands up a few moments later, he’s quick to stand too. “I should get going.” She mumbles, the flush still on her cheeks and eyes now anywhere but near him.
Aaron follows her as she heads to the door to grab her jacket.
“I’ll call you a cab.” He says and she nods in agreement.
“I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Whatever she had expected in that moment, it was not Aaron leaning forward to open the door, just as she turned, causing her to knock into his chest and his hands grabbed onto her waist to steady her.
“Sorry.” He muttered, face so close to hers that his breath fell against her cheek.
“It’s okay.” It came out breathy, and she felt his fingers dig into her for a second. Her eyes flitted from his down to his mouth and then up again. His pupils were dilated, his hands not letting go of her. It was wrong, she knew that, he knew that. Later she would blame the alcohol for what happened between them, but right then she didn’t want to leave, didn’t want him to let go. “Hotch, I-”
Whatever else she was going to say was cut off by his lips on hers, soft, but determined as he kissed her. The soft sound of surprise that leaves her, is swallowed up by him as one of his hands move from her waist to the back of her neck, keeping her close and not breaking the kiss.
They shouldn’t do this, this was the worst thing they could do, but the thought disappears the moment he presses her back against the door, his thigh in between hers and pushing against her. The happy murmur that escapes him when he feels the heat of her is low and dark and she immediately feels the need to hear it again. She moves a hand under his shirt, feels the warmth of his back against the palm of her hand and when her short nails dig into him he groans again and Emily know that any logic and reason is gone.
When they break apart they’re panting, lips swollen and eyes heated and Emily only nods quickly before he’s picking her up with impressive ease. His hands are huge, she thinks as he grabs her ass and her legs wrap around his waist and he walks them towards his bedroom. His lips are soft, his stubble rough, as he kisses down her neck and the mix of sensations makes her mewl and pull on his shirt greedily.
Before she actually gets the shirt off him, he’s throwing her on the bed, a smug grin on his face when she yelps in surprise and she laughs breathlessly in return.
“Come here.” She beckons him and pulls her shirt off. By the time it lands on the floor Aaron is kneeling between her legs, his hands on her hips and eyes dark as he starts to pull her tights down her legs. She lifts her hips enough for him to get them off her and when he looks down at her in just her underwear she feels self-conscious for a moment.
“Gorgeous.” He says like he can read her mind. “Fucking perfect.” The words are growled against her lips before he kisses her again, his tongue pushing past her lips and taking control and she lets him. His hips press against hers, and she feels the bulge of him through his pants and her hips rocks into his with a gasp.
“How come I’m almost naked and you’re still fully dressed?” She whispers when he pulls back to kiss down her neck again. The low hum vibrates against her pulse as he smile’s against her skin.
“That’s a very good question.” He gets up on his knees again and pulls his shirt off and she feels her mouth water at the sight of him. He looks powerful, subtle muscle under soft skin, the fine hairs on his chest that trail down to where his pants are still on, hiding his erection from her but there’s no mistaking the outline of him beneath the dark fabric, hard, huge. When he palms his erection over his pants she licks her lips and his eyes flash with want. His pants soon join the shirt on the floor and while Emily gets her bra off he’s kicking away his boxers and then tugs her panties down.
She’s just about to pull him down to her when he lays down beside her.
“Sit on my face.” His voice is thick with need, his fingers trembling when he reaches for her.
“What?” She freezes for a moment but the flush on her cheeks is instant.
“Sit on my face.” He says it again with a smirk and in the corner of her eye she sees his cock twitch as it lays on his stomach, thick and heavy. She knows that this is his own way of taking some of the control he’s felt like he’s lost the last couple of months back. When she nods the look on his face turns close to wild, and his tongue darts out to lick over his bottom lip.
She’s careful as she straddles his face but he’s quick to pull her down, his arms strong as he grabs her thighs. The first swipe of his tongue is agonizingly slow, starting from her clit and moving through her lips until he can push his tongue deep inside of her. She moans and her hips move against his face in response and she hears him hum in satisfaction before doing it again, just as slowly.
Emily hadn’t realized just how wound up she had been until she felt his tongue against her wet flesh, teasing as he flicks her clit quickly with the tip of his tongue and then delves it inside of her again and again and again.
“Hotch, fuck I-” The feeling of his lips suddenly around her clit makes her hips jerk and she falls forward, barely catching herself with one hand on his hip and the other on the bed. “Jesus Christ.” She gasps, eyes closed tight as he sucks greedily, fingers gripping hard to keep her in place. When she opens her eyes she quickly sees his cock, swollen and leaking and she takes him in her mouth without warning.
“Fuck!” He hisses at the sudden pleasure, the heat of her mouth something he hadn’t expected. Her tongue is soft but wicked as she licks around him, tasting the precum with a moan and then pushing further down until he feels her throat contract and she pulls back. It takes him another few seconds before he’s able to focus on her again and Emily feels smug as she swallows around him. Then his hold on her tightens again and his mouth is back on her. It’s obvious that he’s done teasing as he licks over her clit with a broad tongue and not long after she feels two of his thick fingers press inside of her.
She moans, the sound muffled around his shaft as she continues to suck and lick everywhere she can reach, trying to give as good as she’s getting. The groans from him spurs her on, makes her bop her head in time with his pumping fingers. When the hand still on her hip tightens enough to bruise she sucks in a breath, the slight pain only blurring into pleasure when he sucks her clit.
“I-I’m close.” She pulls off him to pant out, breathy moans falling from her as she uses her hand to jerk him.
“Good.” He grunts quickly before licking quickly over her clit and curling his fingers against her, making her hips twitch.
Emily licks over the tip of him, swallows down the salty taste of him before taking the head between her lips. Her tongue runs across it and around it and he jerks up against her, so she does it again, licks and sucks a little harder, pumps his base with her hand and she feels his thighs tensing.
Like it’s a contest he refuses to lose, he’s dragging the pleasure from her body with sure movements. He grazes his teeth against her clit and then sucks it between his lips just as fingers push a little harder into her and then she’s coming with a muffled cry.
Her hips grind into his face as her body trembles in pleasure and Aaron keeps going, even when she’s sure her movements must make it impossible for him to breathe. His cock is still in her mouth, her moans vibrating against his shaft. Somehow she’s still lazily pumping him and he’s so close that the moment Emily’s come down from her high and sucks the tip of him he groans and tenses.
“Fuck, stop I’m going to-”
The flick of her tongue and the twist of her hand is enough to make him come, his orgasm intense as he shudders underneath her. Through blurry pleasure he feels her swallow down his release, her hand not stopping as she drags pleasure from his body. She continues until he’s oversensitive and he rolls her off him with a breathless laugh.
“Shit that was intense.” He chuckles as she joins him as she sits up beside him.
“It was great.” She grins and runs her hair through her messy hair.
“But,” his eyes move over her naked body, another surge of arousal already settling low in his stomach. “I had every intention of fucking you.”
“And what are we going to do about that?” Her eyebrow arches and her teeth dig into her bottom lip to keep her smile at bay. His hands are on her within seconds, pulling her down and hovering above her as she laughs again.
“I guess you’re going to have to come on my fingers until I’m hard again.”
She whimpers when two fingers press back inside of her, twisting and pulling and his smirk deepens. Emily hadn’t thought that he’d be like this and even though she didn’t want to admit to it, she had wondered what he was like in bed. But whatever she had thought it wasn’t this. She secretly wondered if it was because they had been drinking, that he felt free enough to be this carefree and self-assured because of lowered inhibitions. But she couldn’t think about it, not when his palm pressed against her already swollen clit and his mouth was around a nipple, sucking just enough to make her back arch into him.
“Don’t stop.” She whimpered and he let go of her breast.
“That’s it, squeeze my fingers just like that.” He continued to whisper dirty words against her ear until she was straining and her fingers were gripping the sheets in tight fists. When she comes again he mutters words of encouragement that she just barely hears over the ringing in her ears.
She’s panting and sweaty by the time he turns her around on all fours and enters her with a grunt that’s just as loud as her moan. They fuck in the way Emily loves and the way she’s pretty sure Aaron hasn’t for years. Hands are heavy and grabbing, bodies twisting and straining in pleasure, lips searching and tongues tasting.
By the time Aaron comes inside of her, she’s exhausted, muscles burning and brain foggy from the many orgasms he’s pulled from her like he had some secret manual to how her body works.
He pulls her against him, still panting as he settles onto his side and fits her against him. She pretends that she doesn’t know that she should leave, wants to give them both a few more minutes of this and as she feels her eyelids getting heavy she feels his breathing evening out behind her.
Aaron wakes up the next morning with the kind of headache you only get from drinking too much. His tongue feels dry in his mouth, the room spins slightly and then memories from the previous night flood his brain. His eyes land on the empty spot beside him, quickly finds the receipt from the dinner they had the night before, words scribbled on the back of it. Through blurry eyes he reaches for it and reads it, not knowing if he’s relieved or not by the lack of his subordinate in his bed.
Thought it would be best if I left before you woke up – Prentiss