Fanfic written bởi montiese@lairofthemuses on LJ.
Beware it also contains sexual scenes!
Genre:Humor/smuff
Hotch pulled up in front of the dance studio and cut the engine. It was off the road a bit and could definitely use thêm lighting. Did the residents of Chevy Chase really think they were that far away from the real life dangers of the world? If they did then they were mistaken. He got out of the SUV, not bothering to take cover from the misty drizzle. The studio front door was unlocked so he went in. The place was virtually deserted but Hotch followed the pulsing âm nhạc to one of the smaller studios.
He looked through the skinny window and could hardly believe what he saw. Emily Prentiss was in there, dressed in a Catholic schoolgirl váy and a white men’s tank top. Another woman was with her but she wore sweats. She was spitting out directions as Emily danced. To her left was a dancing pole; Hotch knew exactly what it was for. Just in case he was confused, Emily swung around on it a few times.
Transfixed, the Unit Chief slowly walked through the door. The volume of the âm nhạc kept either woman from taking much notice. If Hotch was in his right mind then that would have bothered him. How could he be expected to be in his right mind when Emily Prentiss was stripping to a Michael Jackson disco tune? And she was stripping…laughing sexily as the schoolgirl váy came off.
Touch me and I feel on fire
Ain’t nothing like a tình yêu desire
I'm melting (I'm melting)
Like hot candle wax
Sensation (Ah Sensation)
Lovely where we’re at (ooh)
So let tình yêu take us through the hours
I won't be complainin’
Cuz this is tình yêu power (ooh)
Underneath the skirt, which was now lay on the floor, was a pair of boy shorts. Hotch wasn’t sure if they were panties hoặc not. All he knew was they were red and surely the sexiest things he’d ever seen. He watched her strut, shake, and shimmy while the âm nhạc pulsed and the teacher sang out orders.
“Shake it, di chuyển your hips, your hips, that’s it, they tình yêu it. You're sexy, bạn know it, hiển thị it; hiển thị it all off. Don’t be afraid, touch it, stroke it, hiển thị them what they can't have. Go girl, go, go; you're beautiful.”
She damn sure was, and when she threw the tank hàng đầu, đầu trang off as if she didn’t have a care in the world, Hotch wanted to fall over. Not at all shy about her nearly transparent red bra, Emily seemed free. No she was free. So was he, even if it was only going to last a few moments. This couldn’t be real…surely it would be revealed as a dream sequence. Hotch would wake up in giường alone and frustrated. hoặc he would snap out of it as one of his team members asked a câu hỏi about a case in the BAU conference room.
Watching Emily straddle, swing, grind, and hump a stripper pole was not real. It was fucking amazing but definitely not real. Pinching himself was useless; it was just a very lucid dream. Hotch had a few in his time though never this vivid. No, Emily asked him to pick her up at nine. She called for a ride and he đã đưa ý kiến yes. He was early, incessantly early in his quest never to be late, and thank God for it.
The early bird got the worm for sure this time. It seemed to be over nearly as fast as it started. He felt Nữ hoàng băng giá but Hotch put his open palms together. He did it once, twice, and then he was clapping. The two women turned around. Emily grinned but the instructor eyed him warily.
“Who are you?”
The voice seemed to snap out his haze. However it brought him to a different reality.
“FBI,” he pulled out his ID. “SSA Aaron Hotchner.”
“Calm down, Hotch.” Emily laughed, bending over to reveal thêm than she surely intended. She grabbed the tank hàng đầu, đầu trang and threw it over her head. “That’s Hotch…he’s my ride home. Damn Explorer wouldn’t start again. I'm ready to give up on it.”
“I'm Eva,” she extended her hand and firmly squeezed Hotch’s. “Nice to meet you.”
“How much did bạn see?” Emily asked. She was rummaging through her bag. She pulled out a pair of vinyl sweats, putting them on. She replaced the ballet slippers with sport socks and New Balance sneakers. “Was I any good?”
Fifty different các câu trả lời went through Hotch’s mind in about as many seconds. “You were fine.” He replied smiling enough for his dimples to show.
“Soon we’ll really test her.” Eva said. “She’s going to do that in 3” heels.”
“For heaven’s sake why?” he asked.
“The real experience.” Emily replied, packing her bags with CDs and that skirt. “I'm praying I don’t break my ankle. That would be no fun.” She turned to her instructor. “Next Thursday, same time Eva?”
“Give me 24 hours notice if bạn have to hủy bỏ and save the world.”
“You got it.”
“Take this CD with you. I put 12 songs on it I think bạn might like. Pick one for your big dance…I think you’ll be ready after one thêm session.”
“Thanks.” Emily slipped it into her bag as well.
“Is this your dance studio?” Hotch asked, gently taking Emily’s gym bag from her hand.
“Yes.”
“You need thêm lighting, probably motion detected, and a buzz in system after sundown. I know it’s off the beaten path but that means it’s easier to case and harder for someone to find help hoặc assistance if attacked. There are also far too many shrubs around. Its pretty but can be dangerous.”
“Ever the FBI Agent.” Emily replied.
“Well he is right. Thank you, I will bờ biển up safety measures; sometimes I'm here pretty late.”
“Would bạn like to walk out with us?” Hotch asked.
“Oh no, my boyfriend’s picking me up as well. Thanks though.”
“Goodnight, Eva, I had a lot of fun tonight.”
“Never forget how fun it is to take off your clothes.” Eva replied.
“I won't; I promise.”
Emily smiled as she and Hotch walked out to his car. The rain was falling at a steadier pace; he watched the droplets fall on her Hanes tank top. Emily slipped into the passenger ghế, chỗ ngồi when he held the door open for her. She then leaned over to open his door. Damn he loved that.
“Very interesting past time.” he said.
“Hmm?”
“I really had no idea bạn could dance.”
“I was a ballerina for seven years. I just feel good when I'm dancing, free. Plus that pole is amazing exercise. It promotes agility as well as strength. It’s not easy to straddle that thing and lung lay, swing with one hand.”
“I'm sure its not.” Hotch replied. “As for your car troubles, bạn should fill out forms in the morning to get a new one. bạn shouldn’t have to deal with a clunker.”
“Mmm hmm.” Emily nodded. “You know I really do appreciate your taking the time out to come and pick me up. I saw how busy bạn were when I left this evening.”
“The amount of paperwork I do borders on ridiculous.”
“I think it surpasses it actually.”
“Probably.” Hotch smirked. “I almost didn’t make it; McGee and her team hit a snag on their case in San Antonio. I told her that she’s a team leader now…she’s got to be ready to crack heads. Some people just want to give bạn hell and bạn can’t let them.”
“I would tình yêu to see bạn crack heads as bạn call it. OK, it’s primitive but…”
“What?” Hotch glanced at her with a raised eyebrow.
“Nothing.”
He looked at her for another moment before focusing on the road. The rain was harder now and there was some fog. Hotch put on his high beams to better navigate. He hoped that he’d be able to get where he needed to; these roads could sometimes be muddy and slick in this weather. He slowed to 55.
“Where are we going?” Emily asked. She wiped the condensation off her window and looked out. Darkness…yeah that didn’t help much.
“I heard bạn like surprises.” Hotch replied.
“Oh my God, Aaron Hotchner, bạn heard so wrong.” She laughed.
“Well you'll like this one.”
“Are bạn sure?”
“As sure as one can be.” He replied.
“What do I get if I don’t like it?” Emily asked.
“What do bạn want?”
“That’s a loaded question.”
“Well think about it and get back to me.”
“Will do.”
He pulled off the road, drove another fifty feet hoặc so and put the car in park. Hotch pulled the keys from the ignition. Looking at Emily, he saw her smile.
“Where are we?” she asked.
“Our very special place.”
“It’s pouring, Hotch.”
“Yeah, which means we won't get to stargaze. The backseat however…”
“You are such a dirty boy. It’s hard to tell with those Brook Brothers suits.”
“I just thought that it’s been a while and we both enjoy it so much. We really need to enjoy ourselves more, Emily.”
“It was the dancing, wasn’t it?”
“Oh that was amazing, like món tráng miệng before dinner. But that wasn’t it…look behind you.”
Emily did what he said. The back ghế, chỗ ngồi of the Suburban was down, covered with her yêu thích fluffy blanket from Hotch’s apartment. She looked back at her Unit Chief.
“Tell me bạn were a Boy Scout in your youth.” She said.
“I was a Boy Scout in my youth.” He replied. “Let me hold that CD Eva gave you.”
Emily dug into the gym bag at her feet and pulled it out. Hotch started the car again, put the âm nhạc in, and cut the engine. The voice of Chad Kroeger filled the SUV.
Got to meet the hottie with the million dollar body
They say it’s over budget but you'd pay her just to touch it, c'mon
Needs to hit the big screen and shoot a little tình yêu scene
If Hollywood had called she’d be gone before bạn hollered c'mon
With a wicked grin, Emily unbuckled her seatbelt and slunk into the backseat. In a matter of moments she was back down to the red underwear and bra Hotch admired earlier.
“C'mere, honey.” She called him with her finger.
Hotch couldn’t get back there fast enough. He left his shoes and suit áo khoác in the front seat. Emily pulled him close, her kisses deep and passionate. They moaned against each other as Hotch rolled onto his back. Emily grinned, getting him out of the tie and dress shirt.
“I often feel bạn wear too many clothes.” She murmured, pulling the tee áo sơ mi over his head.
“Believe me, the feeling is mutual.”
Emily nipped at his neck before sucking on it. Hotch moaned, arching his back. He gripped her hips and knew she was just getting started. He couldn’t decide what he wanted more, her hoặc her wanting him. Emily was smarter; she would know exactly what to do.
“Ohhh baby, mmm…” He stroked up and down her back before unsnapping the bra. The feeling of her bare breasts on his chest made Hotch quiver.
“Tell me what bạn want.” She whispered before kissing him.
“You.”
“Here I am. What else?”
“That’s good enough for me; perfect really.” Hotch replied.
She worked on his belt, undoing his slacks.
“Are bạn sure there isn’t something bạn want, Aaron?” Emily started to Kiss across his chest, paying special attention to his nipples just as she was sure he would do in a little while.
“I want bạn to say it.”
“Hmm?”
“Say it, Emily Prentiss.”
“I tình yêu you. I tình yêu you. I tình yêu you.”
“I tình yêu bạn too.”
Hotch rolled them, shaking the không hoàn toàn, bộ quần áo, slacks down and off his legs. He wanted to taste every inch of her, mark her as his and his only. His desire for her was so strong sometimes it scared the hell out of him. My God, he wanted her body, it would be impossible not to. But he also wanted her mind, her spirit, her laughter, and her strength. He wanted her to want him so much though he hardly knew how to put that into words.
“Hey there.” Emily stroked his face.
“You are so damn amazing, do bạn know that?”
“You're not too bad yourself, handsome.”
He smiled, pulling her panties down her long legs before sliding out of his võ sĩ quyền anh briefs. Hotch wanted to make love. He wanted to take it slow; make it soft and sensuous. He wanted Emily to shut her eyes tight, open them, and shut them again. He wanted to start with his hands and work his way up to the big guns…and Aaron Hotchner had quite a big gun.
“Mmm, Aaron, ohhh, oh Hotch.”
“I tình yêu you, baby.”
“Don’t stop.” Emily whimpered.
She loved the way his hands explored her body. Hotch could be gentle, he could be rough; he could be strong and sure. Sometimes he was a combination of all four…those times were her favorite. She never had to tell him to touch her; where, how, hoặc for how long. He wanted to kiss, nibble, and lick. He wanted to bite and stroke. He loved her breasts, the silver hoop through her left nipple always called to him. Hotch made tình yêu to her breasts while stroking between her thighs.
“Mmm, oh yeah…that feels so good.”
“You feel so good.” He murmured against her skin.
“I want bạn inside me.”
“You're not ready yet. So close but not yet.”
“I am, no thêm teasing.” Emily pulled him up, her mouth latching onto his.
She rolled them again, Hotch groaning when his back hit the floor of the car. Emily straddled him and sank down on his erection. She rode him slow at first, smiling when he thrust up. She leaned over, her body resting on his. They moved together, whispering to and smiling at each other. Hotch caressed her face, kissing her. Emily took hold of his hand, bringing it to her clit.
“Oh, bạn want to be touched, huh? bạn want me to touch bạn baby?”
“God yes.” She threw her head back while his thick, nimble fingers played. It felt so good, it always did with Hotch. Emily felt herself falling and cried out his name as her first climax nearly knocked the wind out of her.
Hotch rolled them once more. He loved being on hàng đầu, đầu trang when he came, loved watching the expressions change on Emily’s face as they changed on his. His thrusts were stronger, thêm forceful, as Emily gripped his hips and bit her lip.
“Emily, oh Emily, baby, baby, baby.”
“Aaron!”
Hotch let go, gripping the blanket underneath him and fighting the urge to black out. Oh my God, it was like a high. It was a damn good high that he never truly experienced until he was with her. He knew he was addicted…needing to come back again and again to see if it was better than the time before. It always was. And when they weren't coiled around each other’s naked bodies, they could talk until falling over exhausted. There were so few people in the world, Hotch felt, who truly got him. Emily Prentiss was certainly one of them. She got him, and she had so many trails, walls, and oceans to travel to the depths of her soul, he was sure he would learn something new everyday.
“I tình yêu you, Aaron.” She kissed his lips softly.
“I tình yêu bạn too. One of these days I am going to be able to say more.”
“You say enough; bạn never have to overachieve with me.”
He smiled, dipping his head to Kiss the hollow of her throat. He pulled out, turning to sit up in the back cab of the SUV. Emily sat up too, wrapping her arms around his waist and pressing her breasts on his back. She sighed, kissing the nape of his neck and across his shoulder blades. The feeling of her lips on his skin relaxed Hotch even more.
“Only you, Aaron Hotchner.” She whispered.
“Only me what?” he asked.
“Only bạn can make such good tình yêu to me and then tense up.” Emily stroked the back of his head.
“I'm alright.” He caressed her hands. “I just…”
“You're just you. I tình yêu bạn just the way bạn are. When you’re tense, I'm here to relax you.”
“You're very good at that, Special Agent Prentiss.”
“That’s Supervisory Special Agent Prentiss.”
“Yes ma'am.” Hotch laughed, turning to give her a quick kiss. He knew they couldn’t stay out there much longer. The hard rain would make the road they traveled back to the main highway muddy and difficult to navigate. As much as he hated it, it was time to get dressed and go home. A giường waited there, a giường with fluffy blankets and a night spent holding this amazing woman in his arms.
They got dressed and climbed back into the front ghế, chỗ ngồi of the car. Emily turned off the music, thinking some of these songs would be really good for her to dance to in a couple of weeks. She put it back in her bag before buckling up. Hotch pulled off the cỏ and back onto the dirt road.
“Please don’t tell me we’re going to have to push this car down the road.” Emily said.
“No, I think we’ll be OK. Though I have to admit the idea of seeing bạn in that tank hàng đầu, đầu trang caked in mud…it’s really not fair that you're so sexy Emily.”
“I’ll try to tone it down.” She tried and failed to conceal her smile.
“Impossible.” Hotch glanced at her and winked. “Don’t change a thing.”
Hotch got them off the road, heading back to DC and the giường he hoped that one ngày the two of them would always share. Emily Prentiss was someone very special to him. He didn’t know how it happened but it had. Hotch didn’t want to go back anymore, when fear of the unknown made him yearn for his old life. There was something fantastic waiting out there for him, someone fantastic…he knew that now for sure.
Beware it also contains sexual scenes!
Genre:Humor/smuff
Hotch pulled up in front of the dance studio and cut the engine. It was off the road a bit and could definitely use thêm lighting. Did the residents of Chevy Chase really think they were that far away from the real life dangers of the world? If they did then they were mistaken. He got out of the SUV, not bothering to take cover from the misty drizzle. The studio front door was unlocked so he went in. The place was virtually deserted but Hotch followed the pulsing âm nhạc to one of the smaller studios.
He looked through the skinny window and could hardly believe what he saw. Emily Prentiss was in there, dressed in a Catholic schoolgirl váy and a white men’s tank top. Another woman was with her but she wore sweats. She was spitting out directions as Emily danced. To her left was a dancing pole; Hotch knew exactly what it was for. Just in case he was confused, Emily swung around on it a few times.
Transfixed, the Unit Chief slowly walked through the door. The volume of the âm nhạc kept either woman from taking much notice. If Hotch was in his right mind then that would have bothered him. How could he be expected to be in his right mind when Emily Prentiss was stripping to a Michael Jackson disco tune? And she was stripping…laughing sexily as the schoolgirl váy came off.
Touch me and I feel on fire
Ain’t nothing like a tình yêu desire
I'm melting (I'm melting)
Like hot candle wax
Sensation (Ah Sensation)
Lovely where we’re at (ooh)
So let tình yêu take us through the hours
I won't be complainin’
Cuz this is tình yêu power (ooh)
Underneath the skirt, which was now lay on the floor, was a pair of boy shorts. Hotch wasn’t sure if they were panties hoặc not. All he knew was they were red and surely the sexiest things he’d ever seen. He watched her strut, shake, and shimmy while the âm nhạc pulsed and the teacher sang out orders.
“Shake it, di chuyển your hips, your hips, that’s it, they tình yêu it. You're sexy, bạn know it, hiển thị it; hiển thị it all off. Don’t be afraid, touch it, stroke it, hiển thị them what they can't have. Go girl, go, go; you're beautiful.”
She damn sure was, and when she threw the tank hàng đầu, đầu trang off as if she didn’t have a care in the world, Hotch wanted to fall over. Not at all shy about her nearly transparent red bra, Emily seemed free. No she was free. So was he, even if it was only going to last a few moments. This couldn’t be real…surely it would be revealed as a dream sequence. Hotch would wake up in giường alone and frustrated. hoặc he would snap out of it as one of his team members asked a câu hỏi about a case in the BAU conference room.
Watching Emily straddle, swing, grind, and hump a stripper pole was not real. It was fucking amazing but definitely not real. Pinching himself was useless; it was just a very lucid dream. Hotch had a few in his time though never this vivid. No, Emily asked him to pick her up at nine. She called for a ride and he đã đưa ý kiến yes. He was early, incessantly early in his quest never to be late, and thank God for it.
The early bird got the worm for sure this time. It seemed to be over nearly as fast as it started. He felt Nữ hoàng băng giá but Hotch put his open palms together. He did it once, twice, and then he was clapping. The two women turned around. Emily grinned but the instructor eyed him warily.
“Who are you?”
The voice seemed to snap out his haze. However it brought him to a different reality.
“FBI,” he pulled out his ID. “SSA Aaron Hotchner.”
“Calm down, Hotch.” Emily laughed, bending over to reveal thêm than she surely intended. She grabbed the tank hàng đầu, đầu trang and threw it over her head. “That’s Hotch…he’s my ride home. Damn Explorer wouldn’t start again. I'm ready to give up on it.”
“I'm Eva,” she extended her hand and firmly squeezed Hotch’s. “Nice to meet you.”
“How much did bạn see?” Emily asked. She was rummaging through her bag. She pulled out a pair of vinyl sweats, putting them on. She replaced the ballet slippers with sport socks and New Balance sneakers. “Was I any good?”
Fifty different các câu trả lời went through Hotch’s mind in about as many seconds. “You were fine.” He replied smiling enough for his dimples to show.
“Soon we’ll really test her.” Eva said. “She’s going to do that in 3” heels.”
“For heaven’s sake why?” he asked.
“The real experience.” Emily replied, packing her bags with CDs and that skirt. “I'm praying I don’t break my ankle. That would be no fun.” She turned to her instructor. “Next Thursday, same time Eva?”
“Give me 24 hours notice if bạn have to hủy bỏ and save the world.”
“You got it.”
“Take this CD with you. I put 12 songs on it I think bạn might like. Pick one for your big dance…I think you’ll be ready after one thêm session.”
“Thanks.” Emily slipped it into her bag as well.
“Is this your dance studio?” Hotch asked, gently taking Emily’s gym bag from her hand.
“Yes.”
“You need thêm lighting, probably motion detected, and a buzz in system after sundown. I know it’s off the beaten path but that means it’s easier to case and harder for someone to find help hoặc assistance if attacked. There are also far too many shrubs around. Its pretty but can be dangerous.”
“Ever the FBI Agent.” Emily replied.
“Well he is right. Thank you, I will bờ biển up safety measures; sometimes I'm here pretty late.”
“Would bạn like to walk out with us?” Hotch asked.
“Oh no, my boyfriend’s picking me up as well. Thanks though.”
“Goodnight, Eva, I had a lot of fun tonight.”
“Never forget how fun it is to take off your clothes.” Eva replied.
“I won't; I promise.”
Emily smiled as she and Hotch walked out to his car. The rain was falling at a steadier pace; he watched the droplets fall on her Hanes tank top. Emily slipped into the passenger ghế, chỗ ngồi when he held the door open for her. She then leaned over to open his door. Damn he loved that.
“Very interesting past time.” he said.
“Hmm?”
“I really had no idea bạn could dance.”
“I was a ballerina for seven years. I just feel good when I'm dancing, free. Plus that pole is amazing exercise. It promotes agility as well as strength. It’s not easy to straddle that thing and lung lay, swing with one hand.”
“I'm sure its not.” Hotch replied. “As for your car troubles, bạn should fill out forms in the morning to get a new one. bạn shouldn’t have to deal with a clunker.”
“Mmm hmm.” Emily nodded. “You know I really do appreciate your taking the time out to come and pick me up. I saw how busy bạn were when I left this evening.”
“The amount of paperwork I do borders on ridiculous.”
“I think it surpasses it actually.”
“Probably.” Hotch smirked. “I almost didn’t make it; McGee and her team hit a snag on their case in San Antonio. I told her that she’s a team leader now…she’s got to be ready to crack heads. Some people just want to give bạn hell and bạn can’t let them.”
“I would tình yêu to see bạn crack heads as bạn call it. OK, it’s primitive but…”
“What?” Hotch glanced at her with a raised eyebrow.
“Nothing.”
He looked at her for another moment before focusing on the road. The rain was harder now and there was some fog. Hotch put on his high beams to better navigate. He hoped that he’d be able to get where he needed to; these roads could sometimes be muddy and slick in this weather. He slowed to 55.
“Where are we going?” Emily asked. She wiped the condensation off her window and looked out. Darkness…yeah that didn’t help much.
“I heard bạn like surprises.” Hotch replied.
“Oh my God, Aaron Hotchner, bạn heard so wrong.” She laughed.
“Well you'll like this one.”
“Are bạn sure?”
“As sure as one can be.” He replied.
“What do I get if I don’t like it?” Emily asked.
“What do bạn want?”
“That’s a loaded question.”
“Well think about it and get back to me.”
“Will do.”
He pulled off the road, drove another fifty feet hoặc so and put the car in park. Hotch pulled the keys from the ignition. Looking at Emily, he saw her smile.
“Where are we?” she asked.
“Our very special place.”
“It’s pouring, Hotch.”
“Yeah, which means we won't get to stargaze. The backseat however…”
“You are such a dirty boy. It’s hard to tell with those Brook Brothers suits.”
“I just thought that it’s been a while and we both enjoy it so much. We really need to enjoy ourselves more, Emily.”
“It was the dancing, wasn’t it?”
“Oh that was amazing, like món tráng miệng before dinner. But that wasn’t it…look behind you.”
Emily did what he said. The back ghế, chỗ ngồi of the Suburban was down, covered with her yêu thích fluffy blanket from Hotch’s apartment. She looked back at her Unit Chief.
“Tell me bạn were a Boy Scout in your youth.” She said.
“I was a Boy Scout in my youth.” He replied. “Let me hold that CD Eva gave you.”
Emily dug into the gym bag at her feet and pulled it out. Hotch started the car again, put the âm nhạc in, and cut the engine. The voice of Chad Kroeger filled the SUV.
Got to meet the hottie with the million dollar body
They say it’s over budget but you'd pay her just to touch it, c'mon
Needs to hit the big screen and shoot a little tình yêu scene
If Hollywood had called she’d be gone before bạn hollered c'mon
With a wicked grin, Emily unbuckled her seatbelt and slunk into the backseat. In a matter of moments she was back down to the red underwear and bra Hotch admired earlier.
“C'mere, honey.” She called him with her finger.
Hotch couldn’t get back there fast enough. He left his shoes and suit áo khoác in the front seat. Emily pulled him close, her kisses deep and passionate. They moaned against each other as Hotch rolled onto his back. Emily grinned, getting him out of the tie and dress shirt.
“I often feel bạn wear too many clothes.” She murmured, pulling the tee áo sơ mi over his head.
“Believe me, the feeling is mutual.”
Emily nipped at his neck before sucking on it. Hotch moaned, arching his back. He gripped her hips and knew she was just getting started. He couldn’t decide what he wanted more, her hoặc her wanting him. Emily was smarter; she would know exactly what to do.
“Ohhh baby, mmm…” He stroked up and down her back before unsnapping the bra. The feeling of her bare breasts on his chest made Hotch quiver.
“Tell me what bạn want.” She whispered before kissing him.
“You.”
“Here I am. What else?”
“That’s good enough for me; perfect really.” Hotch replied.
She worked on his belt, undoing his slacks.
“Are bạn sure there isn’t something bạn want, Aaron?” Emily started to Kiss across his chest, paying special attention to his nipples just as she was sure he would do in a little while.
“I want bạn to say it.”
“Hmm?”
“Say it, Emily Prentiss.”
“I tình yêu you. I tình yêu you. I tình yêu you.”
“I tình yêu bạn too.”
Hotch rolled them, shaking the không hoàn toàn, bộ quần áo, slacks down and off his legs. He wanted to taste every inch of her, mark her as his and his only. His desire for her was so strong sometimes it scared the hell out of him. My God, he wanted her body, it would be impossible not to. But he also wanted her mind, her spirit, her laughter, and her strength. He wanted her to want him so much though he hardly knew how to put that into words.
“Hey there.” Emily stroked his face.
“You are so damn amazing, do bạn know that?”
“You're not too bad yourself, handsome.”
He smiled, pulling her panties down her long legs before sliding out of his võ sĩ quyền anh briefs. Hotch wanted to make love. He wanted to take it slow; make it soft and sensuous. He wanted Emily to shut her eyes tight, open them, and shut them again. He wanted to start with his hands and work his way up to the big guns…and Aaron Hotchner had quite a big gun.
“Mmm, Aaron, ohhh, oh Hotch.”
“I tình yêu you, baby.”
“Don’t stop.” Emily whimpered.
She loved the way his hands explored her body. Hotch could be gentle, he could be rough; he could be strong and sure. Sometimes he was a combination of all four…those times were her favorite. She never had to tell him to touch her; where, how, hoặc for how long. He wanted to kiss, nibble, and lick. He wanted to bite and stroke. He loved her breasts, the silver hoop through her left nipple always called to him. Hotch made tình yêu to her breasts while stroking between her thighs.
“Mmm, oh yeah…that feels so good.”
“You feel so good.” He murmured against her skin.
“I want bạn inside me.”
“You're not ready yet. So close but not yet.”
“I am, no thêm teasing.” Emily pulled him up, her mouth latching onto his.
She rolled them again, Hotch groaning when his back hit the floor of the car. Emily straddled him and sank down on his erection. She rode him slow at first, smiling when he thrust up. She leaned over, her body resting on his. They moved together, whispering to and smiling at each other. Hotch caressed her face, kissing her. Emily took hold of his hand, bringing it to her clit.
“Oh, bạn want to be touched, huh? bạn want me to touch bạn baby?”
“God yes.” She threw her head back while his thick, nimble fingers played. It felt so good, it always did with Hotch. Emily felt herself falling and cried out his name as her first climax nearly knocked the wind out of her.
Hotch rolled them once more. He loved being on hàng đầu, đầu trang when he came, loved watching the expressions change on Emily’s face as they changed on his. His thrusts were stronger, thêm forceful, as Emily gripped his hips and bit her lip.
“Emily, oh Emily, baby, baby, baby.”
“Aaron!”
Hotch let go, gripping the blanket underneath him and fighting the urge to black out. Oh my God, it was like a high. It was a damn good high that he never truly experienced until he was with her. He knew he was addicted…needing to come back again and again to see if it was better than the time before. It always was. And when they weren't coiled around each other’s naked bodies, they could talk until falling over exhausted. There were so few people in the world, Hotch felt, who truly got him. Emily Prentiss was certainly one of them. She got him, and she had so many trails, walls, and oceans to travel to the depths of her soul, he was sure he would learn something new everyday.
“I tình yêu you, Aaron.” She kissed his lips softly.
“I tình yêu bạn too. One of these days I am going to be able to say more.”
“You say enough; bạn never have to overachieve with me.”
He smiled, dipping his head to Kiss the hollow of her throat. He pulled out, turning to sit up in the back cab of the SUV. Emily sat up too, wrapping her arms around his waist and pressing her breasts on his back. She sighed, kissing the nape of his neck and across his shoulder blades. The feeling of her lips on his skin relaxed Hotch even more.
“Only you, Aaron Hotchner.” She whispered.
“Only me what?” he asked.
“Only bạn can make such good tình yêu to me and then tense up.” Emily stroked the back of his head.
“I'm alright.” He caressed her hands. “I just…”
“You're just you. I tình yêu bạn just the way bạn are. When you’re tense, I'm here to relax you.”
“You're very good at that, Special Agent Prentiss.”
“That’s Supervisory Special Agent Prentiss.”
“Yes ma'am.” Hotch laughed, turning to give her a quick kiss. He knew they couldn’t stay out there much longer. The hard rain would make the road they traveled back to the main highway muddy and difficult to navigate. As much as he hated it, it was time to get dressed and go home. A giường waited there, a giường with fluffy blankets and a night spent holding this amazing woman in his arms.
They got dressed and climbed back into the front ghế, chỗ ngồi of the car. Emily turned off the music, thinking some of these songs would be really good for her to dance to in a couple of weeks. She put it back in her bag before buckling up. Hotch pulled off the cỏ and back onto the dirt road.
“Please don’t tell me we’re going to have to push this car down the road.” Emily said.
“No, I think we’ll be OK. Though I have to admit the idea of seeing bạn in that tank hàng đầu, đầu trang caked in mud…it’s really not fair that you're so sexy Emily.”
“I’ll try to tone it down.” She tried and failed to conceal her smile.
“Impossible.” Hotch glanced at her and winked. “Don’t change a thing.”
Hotch got them off the road, heading back to DC and the giường he hoped that one ngày the two of them would always share. Emily Prentiss was someone very special to him. He didn’t know how it happened but it had. Hotch didn’t want to go back anymore, when fear of the unknown made him yearn for his old life. There was something fantastic waiting out there for him, someone fantastic…he knew that now for sure.