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Girl’s nights always ended up in one out of two ways, either they would end up drunk in heaps of laughter, or they would get called in and it would end their night abruptly. Tonight it was the former, Emily and JJ sitting in Penelope’s apartment as they opened a third bottle of wine.
“Sometimes I get so tired being stuck with Morgan.” Emily complains as she empties her glass and Penelope immediately refills it. “I know we’re in a male dominated field, but one more woman wouldn’t hurt.” She turns to JJ who’s sitting in front of her on a pink plush chair, her eyes unfocused. “Or you could train to become a profiler!” Her accusatory tone causes Penelope to snort.
“God no, never.” The blonde chuckles at the way she frowns at her. “Don’t get me wrong I admire what you guys do, I always will. But I like being the liaison, the link between the team and the rest of the world.” She ignores when Emily rolls her eyes dramatically at her words, not taking offence to the other woman and instead grinned winningly at her.
“Besides, the guys aren’t so bad.” Penelope chimes in as she pours herself a glass that’s close to overfilling. “We’re going to need more wine.” She mutters to herself, earning nods from the other two women.
“The testosterone is too much sometimes.” Emily grunts. It had been a long day, one of those days when she wasn’t taken seriously by the locals but the moment any of the men of their team said something, everybody stood at attention. It was annoying, always having to fight for the respect she deserved when her male coworkers never had to do the same.
“On a positive note though, they’re all pretty easy on the eyes.” JJ smirks, half slouched on the armchair.
“Even Rossi?” She teased and Penelope’s mouth dropped open in exaggerated chock.
“Stop he’s like our dad!” She shakes her head as if she’s trying to rid herself of mental images.
“But even you have to admit that when he was younger he was handsome!” JJ argues as she flings herself from her slouching position to stare the other two women down, daring them to disagree.
“Oh speaking of handsome when younger!” Penelope all but flies up from the couch and runs to grab her laptop across the room. “You won’t believe what I found!” By the time she comes back JJ and Emily are both seated on the couch, the latter reaching to empty the bottle of wine in their glasses.
“We definitely need more wine.” JJ slurs as she reaches for her glass and Emily nods along.
“Later, you have to see this!” Penelope types quickly on her laptop until she finds what she’s looking for and then puts the computer in front of her friends, showing them the screen. “You can barely even recognize him!”
For a few moments it’s silent, two pairs of eyes glued to the screen and then JJ moves forward, inspecting the picture on Aaron Hotchner in his late 20’s standing next to a man she doesn’t recognize in a suit.
“Is that Hotch?!” She squints her eyes while Emily feels a smirk tug at the corner of her mouth. “He looks so young! Look at his hair!”
“That can’t be him right?!”
“He’s so pretty!”
Their voices fade away as she feels herself thinking back to memories she had tried her absolute hardest to pretend weren’t real, but it was all coming back to her now.
*
“Emily, this is Agent Hotchner.” Elizabeth introduced her to the new agent signed to do security clearances for her mother’s staff.
“Hey.” She extends her hand and tries to be as indifferent as she can be. She was used to this, was used to agents and security being around, following her and her parents day in and day out. It had been like this her entire life, but no one had ever looked like him.
“Nice to meet you, miss.” He shakes it politely, some of his hair falling over his forehead as he does and she finds herself wanting to push it back. He gives her a small smile, but it’s gone just as quickly, just barely showing a hint of dimple before standing back.
“Emily is here until the end of summer before going back to Yale to finish her senior year.” Elizabeth continues, oblivious to the way Emily’s eyes are glued to his face.
“He doesn’t need to know my life story, mother.” The sarcasm drips from her tongue and she catches the way Aaron’s eyebrow arches the tiniest bit, showing his amusement. “But,” She turns back to him. “I’ll be around.” She flashes him a smile before turning to walk back of the stairs towards her room. When she turns around, she catches him still looking at her, dark eyes intrigued.
It doesn’t surprise her that he’s falling into bed with her less than two weeks later. Well technically not bed, considering that he’s currently pressing her against the fridge, but she doesn’t think those details matter. What does matter is how his warm hand is sneaking under her tank and how his tongue is licking into her mouth, chasing her taste.
She had been on a mission for the last couple of weeks, had used every opportunity to flirt with him, not subtle in her desire for this new man in her home. He had been polite, but never once crossing the line of what was appropriate, even though Emily knew he wanted to. She often saw him looking her way, knew that he had found reasons to be around her when he really didn’t need to be. It was fun, a summer flirt, something to distract her from the fact that she was in DC for the summer, when really all she had wanted was to be anywhere else. And when someone as handsome as Aaron Hotchner came knocking, it felt like fate. And really, was she really one to ignore fate?
So no one could really blame her when she starts showing up in more revealing clothes, or puts a little extra effort when doing her makeup in the morning. She had his attention, that was phase one done.
Phase two was just as easy, she soon found that he got a little nervous around her, sometimes even fumbling for words or a hint of a blush coloring his cheeks. It was fun, having this slightly older man being so affected by her, but he still wouldn’t respond to her advances. It was infuriating, it was exciting.
What she definitely hadn’t counted on however, was that the first time he breaks it would be at 1am in the kitchen. She’s just about to get herself a bottle of water before going to bed and to her surprise he’s there, making himself a sandwich.
“What are you doing here so late?” She grins at the way he jumps at the sound of her voice, it’s the first time she’s caught him off guard.
“I had some work that couldn’t wait until morning.” He turns to face her and he can’t help himself when he slowly lets his eyes drag down her body. She’s wearing a red tank, and possibly the smallest pair of shorts he’s ever seen, showing off her smooth thighs to his wandering eyes. Her long hair is pulled up into a messy bun, showing off her slender neck and collarbone, and he has to physically grab the counter to keep himself from reaching for her.
“And you got hungry?” Her eyebrow arches knowingly at the way he’s staring at her, when his eyes meet hers she smirks.
“I did.” His eyes stay on her as she gets closer to him, seemingly unbothered that she’s standing almost naked in front of him. He really wasn’t surprised. She had been a menace, something forbidden that dripped of sin, dangling in front of him and every day it was getting harder to stay away from her. Once she’s right in front of him, he lets himself take her in, face free of makeup, Emily being fully herself and he doesn’t think he’s ever seen a more beautiful woman.
“Can I have some?” Her voice lowers slightly, her heart beating wildly in her chest at the way he’s staring at her, something fluttering in her belly as he stands firm. It’s the first time he hasn’t put space between them.
“Of my sandwich?” It’s his turn to arch an eyebrow and she feigns a sigh. When her fingers carefully push some of his hair out of his face he lets her, patiently waiting for what’s coming next.
“What I really want is for you to kiss me, but if a bite of your sandwich is all I get, I guess that’ll have to be enough.” Her eyes stay on his, her chest just barely grazing his when he takes a deep breath and he licks his bottom lip.
“Emily, I work for your mother.” He tries, but he knows he’s fighting a losing battle, that the moment he had laid eyes on her that he would be lost under her spell.
“That’s not a no.” She’s in his personal space, can feel his breath on her face and the warmth of his body and she already feels heat pooling between her thighs. “Is it a no?”
His hand finds its way to the back of her neck, his thumb pressing just under her chin as he pulls her even closer to him as he angles her face up towards his, keeping her in place.
“It should be.” He whispers against her lips, suddenly aware that they’re in the kitchen and that anybody still up could hear them. “Why do I feel like you’ll be my downfall?”
“Would that be so bad?” She doesn’t get a response. Instead he pulls her in and kisses her, kissing her with such ferocity that it makes her gasp into it and he takes advantage of it. His tongue delves into her mouth and a low sound rumbles from his throat at the taste of her. She shivers at the sound, and knows she needs to hear it again.
Her hands push the stupid jacket he’s still wearing off his shoulders, then quickly works on his tie even as he pushes her backwards. Her back collides with the fridge and the cold steel against her heated skin forces a sound close to a whimper to fall from her lips. He doesn’t seem to notice, too busy feeling her soft skin under his palms.
His hand moves under her tank, his large hand pressing into the small of her back to keep her close, like she’d even think about pushing him away. The feel of him was addictive, his cologne invading her senses as the rough stubble on his cheek scratches her fingers as she cups his face. It’s not until he’s picking her up that she stops kissing him, a sound of surprise forcing them apart.
“You’re a menace.” He almost sounds amused, a small grin on his face as he carries her through the kitchen to sit her down on the kitchen island, next to the forgotten sandwich that neither notice falls on the floor.
“I’m not.” She smiles as her heels hook behind him and she pulls him close. When he presses against her she can feel the bulge of him and she grinds her hips with a low moan. His fingers dig into her thigh in return, short nails still managing to leave small crescent indents on her skin. Secretly she hopes the marks would stay, to remember him like this, wanting and free.
“You are.” His hand finds the hair tie she’s used to keep her hair up and with ease gets it out of her hair, liking the way her long hair sweeps across her shoulders. She stays quiet, almost curious as his hand then wraps around her neck again to pull her into a kiss. He doesn’t stop kissing her, lets his hand move over her body until she’s gasping and straining. The feeling of her legs tightening around his hips makes satisfaction run through him, she’s impatient, impatient for him and that thought shots straight to his straining cock. His hand finds the hem of her shirt and he pulls it up slowly, not pulling away from her until he’s tossing the flimsy tank somewhere behind him.
He's driving her insane, his lips and tongue and hands moving with secure movements, their position making it impossible for her to get what she wants and she doesn’t think she could wait much longer. Her fingers work on the buttons of his shirt, but then he sucks one of her nipples between his lips and bites and her head falls back with a groan. The slight sting shoots straight to her clit and as his tongue soothes the bite his hands start to pull on her shorts.
She helps him by lifting her hips and as he pulls both her panties and shorts off her eyes doesn’t leave his. His chest is heaving, his lips kiss swollen and dark hair messy from the way her fingers have run through it. The shirt she still hasn’t managed to get off him shows a hint of soft skin, and as he boxes her in with his arms on either side of her hips, she doesn’t think she’s ever seen a sexier man.
“You’re beautiful.” He whispers and it forces a blush on her cheeks but she doesn’t look away from the brown of his eyes.
“Thank you.” She says as her hand fists the white shirt to pull him even closer. “Now, this whole suit thing is hot and all, but I really need you to take your clothes off.”
He laughs, and it’s the first time she’s heard it. The sound is deep and carefree and she can’t help but to feel proud that she was the reason he sounded like that. She had a feeling that he didn’t laugh often. But the thought is gone as quickly as it came, because he’s unbuttoning the rest of his shirt, lets it fall to the floor and then works on his belt. She stops him, getting the belt undone herself, and the button and zipper of his slacks quickly following. When he finally pushes down his pants and boxers down, the sound that rumbles in her throat is something she’s never heard before, stuck somewhere between relief and need.
She reaches for him, her legs once again hooking around him and her arms come around his neck to catch his lips in another kiss. The smear of him is hot against her belly as he grinds against her and she reaches between them to carefully wrap her fist around him.
“Fuck:” The rawness of his gasp against her lips causes goosebumps on her skin and she strokes him, hoping to hear it again.
“If you keep doing that, this is going to end far quicker than either of us want.” He warns and wraps his own hand around her wrist, stopping her movements. “And I want this to last.”
She doesn’t fight him when he lifts her hand back to his neck, her nails scratching through his hair at the back of it and he hums softly.
“I’ve imagined what you sound like, what you taste like.” He whispers between soft kisses to her cheek, jaw and neck. “I’ve fantasized about what you feel like, longed to have you like this.” By the time he stops speaking he’s looking at her again, his forehead pressed against hers.
“Then what are you waiting for?” She’s whispering too, but then he’s pulling her to the edge of the counter and she lets out a soft chuckle. “Fuck me, Aaron.”
He makes sure she’s ready, pushes the tip of him through her folds and is immediately met by wet heat. The feel of her forces a hiss from him and he grabs her hip with one hand, keeping her still as he slowly pushes forward.
“Jesus.” She sucks in a breath at the stretch of him and her eyes close in pleasure. He’s taking it slow and she finds herself pulling him in closer, needing him to move, needing more.
He’s tethering the edge of self-control already and when she starts to grind her hips against him, any semblance of it flies out the window. His hold on her tightens and he starts to thrust with longer, harder pushes of his hips and she moans loudly in response.
“Can’t be too loud.” He reminds her. The risk of anybody hearing them was low, the kitchen further away in the estate and few people being in the house at this time of night, but it wasn’t zero. So when she moans his name he kisses her to swallow up the sound.
She kisses him back, more teeth and tongue than lips as she digs her nails into his shoulders. The slightly pained hiss lets her know that she’s probably breaking skin, but she doesn’t stop, because he doesn’t. Instead he’s pulling her into each of his thrusts, makes sure that he’s hitting as deep inside of her as possible and she knows that she’ll feel him for days.
“You feel so fucking good.” He gasps against her ear once kissing becomes too hard. “So tight on my cock.”
“Don’t stop.” She pants as sweat starts to cover their bodies as they find a rhythm. Her brown eyes are already heavy lidded as she starts to lose the fight to stay sitting. The wood is hard against her elbows as she leans back but she ignores it in favor of being able to watch him. His jaw clenches as he bites back another groan. His muscles are tense, a bead of sweat is trailing down his neck and his large hands are probably bruising the skin of her hips with his hold.
“Touch yourself.” It’s not a question, it’s not even a request, it’s an order and for some reason unknown to her, her body responds immediately to it. She tightens around him, and he hums in response. “Oh the little ambassadors daughter likes being told what to do huh?”
“No.” She still does what he said, one hand moving between their bodies to find her clit and circling it.
He doesn’t call her out on her blatant lie, instead he focuses on the feel of her, of how she looks laying spread out on the kitchen island, a blush tinting her cheeks and trailing down her chest, her hair wild and messy, dark eyes hooded and hazy from pleasure. The feeling of her slick walls tightening around him makes him groan, the feel of her unlike anything he’s felt before.
“I’m close.” She whimpers as her fingers continue to move over her clit and his hips continue to move against hers, clearly chasing his own pleasure. “Come with me, fuck please come with me.”
“Where?” He barely has enough brain capacity to ask and when her mouth turns into a filthy smirk he already knows.
“I’m on the pill.” The sound that rips from him is her undoing, the heat in the pit of her stomach exploding and her body starts to tense. Her words seem to have set something off in him, and his movements become harder, faster and deeper. She’s biting down on her own fist to keep from screaming as she comes, her center trembling around his cock as her back arches and eyes roll back.
The feeling of her tightening walls, mixed with the way she comes undone for him forces his own orgasm and he comes with a rough groan that he knows is too loud. But he can’t help himself, the pleasure of his release enough to make his legs turn to jelly his brain to short-circuit. He stays pressed deep inside of her as they try to catch their breath.
It’s Emily who breaks the silence first, a laugh leaving her.
“Well, that was fun. Want to do it again?”
He joins in on her laughter before helping her to sit up, only to claim her lips in a kiss.
“Yes I do.”
*
“Hello? Earth to Emily?”
She’s jerked back from her daydream by two blondes staring at her.
“Are you okay?” JJ asks, concern shining in her blue eyes.
“What? Oh yeah I’m fine, sorry I must have spaced out.” She offers a laugh that sounds forced even to her own ears.
“I’d say, I show you a picture of boss man and you completely disappeared.” Penelope’s looks at her curiously. “Something you want to tell us?”
“No, of course not. That would be ridiculous.” She rolls her eyes and reaches for the mostly empty glass on the table and finishes it. “Now, who wants to share their most awkward date, cause I bet that whatever you have, I’ll have you beat.” She arches an eyebrow in amusement when JJ gets up to grab their last bottle of wine and Penelope quickly starts to ramble, both of them seemingly forgetting all about her little moment.
“Oh you won’t believe what happened when I was in high school…”
*
By the time she gets home it’s late and her eyesight is blurry. She kicks off her shoes and stumbles into the living room, somewhat proud of herself that she doesn’t fall. It’s no small miracle that she manages to get undressed and into bed, even going as far as to clean her face of make up before doing so.
“Shit.” She mutters as she looks at her phone, the time reading 4.30am. Tomorrow was going to suck.
She lays back against her soft pillows and tries to sleep, but her intoxicated brain won’t stop thinking about that summer, about him. That time in the kitchen wasn’t the only time, not by a long shot. They had a secret fling for weeks, both of them aware that it wouldn’t lead anywhere, and naturally ending it on good terms when she was going back to Yale. When she had gotten the chance to work for the BAU, she knew he would be her boss, but as she strode into his office a little more than a year earlier he hadn’t mentioned their history. Neither had she.
They pretended that it didn’t happen and most days she could ignore the way her body remembered his touch, could ignore that she knew what he sounded like as he gasped in groaned her name in pleasure. Most days she could ignore that she hadn’t slept with her boss in another life.
Tonight she couldn’t.
She knows she shouldn’t, that it was dumb and risky and everything she didn’t want to be. But with alcohol clouding her judgement she could pretend that it wasn’t the worst idea she could have had. She starts typing, triple checking that there weren’t any spelling mistakes before sending him a text.
Prentiss: Garcia found a picture of you when you were younger. It reminded me of that summer.
She didn’t expect a response, it was too early for him to be up. But then her phone dinged beside her.
Hotch: I take it girls night went well.
She would have rolled her eyes if it wouldn’t make her nauseous. He was always serious, always on the verge of brooding. And fuck her, if it wasn’t something that attracted her. She stares at the text for a few minutes as she debates with herself. The line was barely crossed, this could be chalked up to being drunk and foolish, but if she said what she wanted to say, there was no going back. Her phone dings with another message before she’s made up her mind and when she sees his name on the screen and not Penelope’s asking if she made it home safe, she feels a flutter in her stomach.
Hotch: I think about that summer too.
Now that got her attention. She feels the flutter in her stomach turn into knots, anxiety and excitement somehow mixing as she starts to type.
Prentiss: I think you should come over.
It doesn’t take more than a few seconds before her phone dings in quick succession.
Hotch: That’s a terrible idea and you know it.
Hotch: I always said you were a menace.
Hotch: I’m on my way.
Well, this night turned out nothing like she had thought. In fact, it was better.