A/N: Just a bit of morning fluff that came to me in the shower this morning. Enjoy!
Good Morning Sergio
For the past half hour Emily could feel the sunshine coming in through her window on her face. At first she thought maybe she could ignore it and doze back off. That is, until a shadow crossed the window and a black ball of fur jumped up onto her chest.
"Oomph," She grunted, half sitting up to see Sergio mewing back at her. "Hey you, how's my Sergio this morning?" She crooned, stroking his sleek back. The cat began to purr instantly and attempted to roll over but something was blocking his way.
"Aaron," Emily whispered, elbowing Hotch in the side, "Aaron move over." She demanded but the man didn't move an inch, barely even registering she had spoken to him. She prodded him again, more forcefully.
"You have plenty of room," He grumbled, shifting.
"I know I do, but you're in Serg's spot," She said, tickling the cat behind his perky ears, "Isn't that right Sergio? That's my big handsome boy," The cat rolled onto his back and demanded she rub his belly. Then he shifted onto his side and stretched languidly, pressing his paws into Hotch's bare back.
"Ow!" Hotch cried, jumping away from the cat. He glared at Sergio, rubbing his back. "Emily your cat just clawed me! Again!" He exclaimed.
"No he didn't," She said, baby talking to the cat, "He would never do that. Would you baby? No, no I know you would never do that." Emily glanced up at him and grinned. Hotch looked utterly disheveled this morning, his eyes half closed and his hair a mess across his forehead.
"Why does he have to come in the bed with us?" Hotch muttered, lying back on his back, crossing his arms under his head.
"Sometimes Jack comes into bed with us," Emily pointed out.
"But he's my son!"
"And this is my baby!" She crooned, squeezing the wriggling cat. Sergio licked her hand and settled peacefully beside her. Emily leaned over Hotch, propping on one elbow to kiss him good morning.
"You love that cat more than me," Hotch accused, nipping her lip.
"Of course I don't, honey," She replied, deepening their kisses. Sneakily, she reached over and stroked the cat while she kissed him, smiling against Hotch's lips when he realized she was teasingly distracted.
"Stop playing with the damn cat," He growled, pulling her closer and giving her an I'm-ready-for-some-morning-sex kiss. Hotch stroked his hand across her bare back and she shuddered at his touch. The sun trickled across her beautiful figure as Hotch stroked her breast appreciatively. Then he noticed she was petting the dozing cat again.
"I give up!" He exclaimed, pulling away from her and leaving the bed. Emily just chuckled and rolled back over, pulling Serg into the crook of her arm and returning to her doze.
Just her and her man.