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Hotch made his way to the front door wondering who had invited themselves to his pleasurable day of doing nothing. He opened to discover Emily's red swollen face smiling at him.
"Emily?" he said. Aaron didn't want to pry, he had an inkling what this was about but wanted Emily to have this her way.
"Can I come in?" she asked in a voice higher than usual.
Aaron obliged by moving out of the way. Emily made her way to the couch where she sat down. Aaron could see that she was shaken up beyond how he had seen her before. He sat next to her and looked at her, waiting. Emily looked at him, knowing she would have to give the man a good reason to show up unannounced at his apartment, on his day off.
"I talked to my mother" she let out.
"As you can imagine bringing yourself back form the dead is no picnic" she tried to joke.
Aaron smiled and nodded. She continued
"I guess I could have been a little considerate in my way of breaking the news… I showed up at her doorstep this morning. She fainted. The she came to and we had a talk. Everything we hadn't said to each other all these years, just came out."
She paused for a few seconds, fussing with the tissue she had used to dry her eyes.
"How did it go?" Aaron asked
"Horrible" she answered in a matter-of-fact tone.
"So how do you feel?"
"Great!" she exclaimed.
Hotch looked at her quizzically unsure that he had understood everything. Emily seeing the interrogation on his face explained:
" We talked."
Hotch smiled again, not really knowing how to express his joy.
He simply said
"I'm glad"
Emily then continued, "I came over to thank you. If it wasn't for your slight push, I don't think I would have done this."
Before he realized it, Emily embraced him in a hug. He could feel her heart pounding in her chest, her soft hair brushing against the side of his neck, her fingers on his arm. As much as he tried, he couldn't prevent his body from responding to this contact he had longed for, and never dared to dream of. His heartbeat started accelerating as though to match hers, his skin tightened as hundreds of minuscule pimples started covering it… Emily pulled back, and looked at him. Her smile had faded and the look on her face was now one of arousal and confusion mixed together. They sat there, looking intently into each other's eyes, their chests heaving as they panted deeper and deeper, until Emily broke the silence.
