Author's Note: I really don't know where this came from...I guess it's just another one of my random musings between Hotch and Emily. Who else thinks that the creator/director and writers should listen to the fans already? I honestly think that Hotch and Emily would be amazing together...but people are entitled to their opinions. I know it's short, but please read on, and (hopefully) enjoy! After all, happiness comes in small packages. (:
Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds. (cries spastically)
It was as if he was hyper-aware of her today. First, when she was asleep. He just couldn't take his eyes off of her. Gorgeous long legs that went on for miles, perfectly flat stomach, curves in all the right places…she looked beautiful. Her luscious dark hair was fanned out against the pillow in all directions, and her lips were barely parted and slightly swollen. Swollen from his kisses. That made him smile as vivid memories from last night's activities flashed before his eyes.
Then, it happened at breakfast. Emily had chosen to wear a deep red colored tank top and matching boy-shorts. Her hair was curling wildly, and her eyes held that pleasantly tired, I-just-had-incredible-sex look that he was quite familiar with. Her outfit did nothing to hide her amazing body. In fact, it barely hid anything. Aaron had to fight the urge to grab her into his arms and take her right there on the kitchen counter. She seemed completely oblivious to what she was doing to him. As usual. She looked amazing in red…it was her favorite color, and seeing her in it never failed to turn him on. She wore red quite often, so go figure.
Then of course, he noticed her again, right before lunch. She was apparently becoming hungry, and she reached into the refrigerator for a snack. And pulled out a banana, of all things. OF ALL THINGS! Why not a granola bar, or an orange, or anything else? It's not like bananas were the only things that they had in their refrigerator! So his internal struggle began again as he watched her perfect lips shape around the soft banana and bite down gently. But…that was also when he caught her. Caught her looking at him, wanting to be noticed. The little tease. He slowly made his way to her, watching as she pulled the banana out of her mouth and licked her lips.
She faked confusion. "Aaron, are you okay?" She paused and smirked slightly, holding out the banana. "Did you want some?" she asked seductively.
He walked right up to her, barely two inches between them. He said, his voice deep, "You know what I want, Emily. Don't pretend you don't. I've been watching you for the whole day, and everything about you is driving me crazy. Thank goodness it's the weekend and that we're alone because I need you, and I need you now."
Throwing the rest of the banana in the trash, she sauntered over to where he still stood, and wrapped her long lean arms around his neck. Smiling enticingly, she said, "I think you know what I want as well, Aaron." She dropped her voice to a low and sexy whisper and added, "Take me to bed, Aaron. Make love to me."
He needed no other permission, so he captured her lips with his, conveying in one deep kiss just how much he needed this, needed her. In one fluid movement, she was in his arms and he was carrying her to the bedroom, pushing the door shut with his foot, and climbing over her in the bed, where they would spend the rest of the day.