Disclaimer: I don't own Criminal Minds. Which is sad. Because then I'd have a top-ten show in Canada, and I would be rich. RICH! Sorry...

AN: Hey y'all. I had to change the rating for this little gem. You'll see why. I hope you like it. I would love a little bit of this to go on in the show. OMG... you have no idea.


"What are we doing Aaron?" Even to her own ears, Emily Prentiss' voice sounded husky and breathless. Though she knew it was for good reason she sounded that way, it was a sound she hadn't heard in a while.

Her body was between drywall and his body, and as his lips moved over her collarbone she received no answer from him. Not that she cared, for her mind was blissfully unaware of what they were doing. His body was pressed flush against hers, his knee between her legs, one of his hands at the back of her head, almost forcefully holding her still. While his other, very large, very strong hand, was resting somewhere very south of what would be deemed decent, also holding her into place.

Again, not that she cared.

Her own hands were also acting of their own volition, roaming the planes of his back or ruffling what was normally immaculately kept hair. The wisps of hair that she was holding were soft and silky, and she had wondered how she had ever got along without running her fingers through it before.

The thoughts she had when in a possibly dangerous position were strange indeed, but again: she didn't care.

His lips were burning a trail of fire over her shoulders and neck, slowly making their way back to hers, where she knew that she would accept his kiss rather hungrily. She had pined after him in this fashion for some while, yet never had her dreams, or fantasies had ever done him justice. Though she wasn't what one would term 'foot-loose and fancy-free' she'd had her share of romantic partners, and so far none had ever evoked in her the feelings that Aaron Hotchner was currently evoking in her.

When she had followed him out of the bar those few hours ago, she hadn't intended to end up in this position. Admittedly the thought had crossed her mind, but it had been a fleeting image. He was, after all, her boss. This was sort of a problem for her. At the same time he was off limits, but he had that forbidden quality about him that made her want him all the more.

It wasn't simply that he was off-limits; she did in fact find him devastatingly attractive, which slightly elevated his forbidden-ness. A cool blend of staid dependability mixed with the dangerousness and mystery of a man with a cold stare and a steadfast dedication to justice.

He kissed rather well too.

When his lips found hers, and he demanded access to her mouth, and she noted that forbidden fruit had never tasted so sweet. He tasted of coffee, and oaken scotch, and she was drowning in his kiss.

After what felt like long hours of beautiful sensations and mind blowing passion, he pulled his head back from her and looked her in the eyes. His soda coloured irises were glowing with what could only be described as wanton lust, and his lips were reddened and swollen with all the work that they had just done.

Lust made him only that much more attractive.

His body was still pressed against hers, and his hands were still on her body, fingertips slightly digging into her, steadfastly holding her against him. She had no desire to move away, yet found that his forcefulness in holding her to him made her want what was happening between them even more.

"What?" His voice, too, was husky and breathless, and it was only with the whispered syllable that her mind kicked back into gear. Looking around, she noticed that they were just inside her apartment. Over his shoulder she could see her large window overlooking the Washington Monument, and the small hallway that lead to the window.

"I don't remember." She didn't. Why had he stopped kissing her? She had said something that much she knew, but for the life of her she couldn't remember what. Looking back into his eyes, it all came rushing back to her. The bar, the dancing, the first soft kiss, JJ and Garcia urging her to follow him, and rushing into his arms, the long walk back, and finally the kiss that had landed them inside her door, bodies pressed against each other.

"I asked what we were doing." His body shifted slightly, and against her hip she could feel the bulge of his pants pressing against her. She was thankful that he desire for him, and this moment couldn't be seen of felt. All she had was the hot pool of desire throughout her core, and seemingly endless electrical current running through her muscles.

"That's a good question." He looked about their surroundings and suddenly his face reddened and he let her body go, and moved away from her. Instantly cold gripped her without his body heat pressed against her and the places where his hands had been screamed for his touch once more.

As he moved away her hands fell to her side, and she placed them against the wall, thankful for its support her knees having grown weak from the connection of his body against hers. Her heart beat pushed out a staccato rhythm as she took in his appearance. Dishevelled hair was strung about every which way; his cerulean oxford un-tucked in places, and his crimson tie was loosened. What shocked her most though was the way his leather belt was partially undone, and over the hem of his pants she could see the elastic waistband of a pair of blue plaid boxers.

A blush rushed her cheeks, and she could feel her ears burning at that realization. Looking down at herself to hide her embarrassment, she felt him move closer to her. His rough, calloused hand gently lifted her chin until she was eye to eye with him. Though he was now touching her again, his body was still several inches away from her and she didn't like the distance one bit. But her embarrassment won out and she stayed put, palms against the wall, holding her balance.

"What's wrong?" Concern etched his voice and face, and she felt the embarrassment slowly leave her. It's not that she was ashamed of what happened between them, quite the opposite really, she was just a little upset with herself that she had been so forward with her actions. Though she didn't actively recall undoing his tie, or belt, the thought that she had done those things in the heat of passion was disconcerting.

Where would they be now if neither of them had any sort of control over themselves. "In bed." The small, devious voice in her head shouted.

"Nothing." She lied, hoping that he had forgot profiling in the midst of their encounter. She for sure had. "Nothing at all."

His eyebrow lifted, and a look of total disbelief came onto his face. She knew she was busted, but she didn't say anything. Taking her bottom lip between her teeth she worried it, the motion slightly painful as her lips too, were undoubtedly swollen. His eyes dropped to her lips and he swallowed thickly, the thumb against her cheek rubbing a small circle.

"Does this bother you? Us I mean."

She shook her head quickly, knowing that the thought of the two of them as a single entity was a very pleasing thought.

"I kind of feel I am taking advantage of you." She did. He was vulnerable. She hadn't been with a man in a long time, usually thinking of him whenever another man made a move on her. So she'd held off any romantic encounters until she could see where he was coming from. They shared looks and passing comments that could be read as flirtations.

She knew she flirted with him, she didn't know if he was flirting with her. Usually he was a monotone kind of guy, and in the last three hours he had spoken more to his emotions and feelings through his actions than he had in the first three years she'd known him.

She'd pounced on him like a starving lioness on an antelope. Granted this antelope had a slight limp, and was walking hurt, he was an antelope none the less.

"Why is that?" Up went the eyebrow again, though this time it was accompanied by a small smirk. She had seen the look before, it was the same as the viable donor look. At least that's what JJ had called it. She hadn't realised that he was standing behind her, and then realised that he would be a very viable donor. Luckily, in the moment she had kept her head and lost her dignity, and was able to not voice that thought to him.

"We've been drinking," she was turning into a first rate liar, "You kissed me on the dance floor. I followed you. It's almost like I planned this." She laughed at herself, and was overjoyed when his soft chuckle joined her. At least he was laughing.

"I don't think you're telling me the truth." Damn him. Him and his profiling ability. Reading her like a book. An untruthful book, but an open one to him, none the less.

"Really? And why is that exactly." She tried to stall, visions of rolling through sheets with him, sweat soaked bodies mashed against each other, limbs entwined, bodies writhing. She swallowed again, trying to push those thoughts and visions aside. Thinking like that was making her knees go weak again.

"Because," he started, the deep tones of his voice accentuated through the whisper that was pressed against her ear, sending a cascade of shivers through her spine, "I could always have said no if that were the case."

She swallowed again, worrying her lips some more. He was right, he could have said no, but he hadn't. What did that mean? Did she know? Did she care? His head pulled back from beside hers and once more his face was inches from her, and she lost all tracks of thought. His lips were so close, all she had to do was move her head a little bit, and she would be kissing him again. He had initiated the initial contact on the dance floor. She had kissed him on the street, she didn't know who had kissed who in the hallway.

She didn't know what was going to happen now either. They were having a quiet showdown in her darkened hallway. His hand was pressed against the wall behind her head, and somehow one of her hands had left the wall and had a vice grip on his tie. Though their faces were close, their bodies were still several inches away from each other. Emily noticed how their breathing was in sync, and if she were a betting woman, she would guess that he heart rate would be pushing out the same rhythm his was.

On and on the moment dragged, eyes locked on eyes, bodies tense and taut with expectations of what could happen. It seemed as if the moment would last forever, as if they would spend eternity this way. Locked in a silent battle, facing each other.

It seemed as if suddenly they were back in each other's arms, lips locked onto lips. Hands roamed, legs became entwined, and as if this dance between them was been destined or planned they started moving together.

The journey to her room was filled with frantic pulls at buttons and zippers, the sound of rustling fabric as clothes were dropped to the ground. A dull clunk as shoes were dropped on the floor, and every so often a non-verbal noise was made expressing a satisfaction of what the probing hands and lips were doing.

Never had it taken so long to move from her front door to her bedroom, but that didn't really matter as they fell upon the bed together, lips on lips, limbs entwined and base, primal instincts, and needs, being fulfilled.

**

Peaceful. How she felt at the moment and how her sleep had been could be described with one word. Peaceful. It had been a long while since she'd slept through the night without waking to a nightmare.

Though she hadn't slept through the night, she hadn't been woken by the echoes of her own screams. She'd been woken by the man that was currently sharing her bed.

The sun was shining in through her window, already making its rise into the clear sky. The rays landed upon her face warming her skin, and shedding light on the still sleeping for of her bed mate. The sheet they were both under was barely covering him, not that she minded, offering her a very generous view of his body.

He didn't have the sculpted toned body of Morgan, but his arms and legs were firm, and powerful, and she could vividly recall the tense feeling of the muscles that lurked beneath his skin. His chest and abdomen had definition, the slight outline of a six pack and pectorals visible.

They had made love three times that night. The first wild and crazy, about need and desire rather than something else. It had been short, she knew because of the long time that it had been for either of them. The second, again wild and crazy, passion and desire, but it had been longer, more fulfilling. Those times it had been just about sex. Filling a need they had for each other.

The third was more about the making slow. Still passionate and desire filled, it was soft and gentle, and to Emily it had defined making love. It wasn't about desire, it wasn't about a physical release, and it had been about the emotional side of sex. That essence of losing yourself entirely in the moment of another person in your arms, and your bodies and minds connected.

Shivering at the memories, she rolled onto her side to look at him. In sleep, his face held a peace that she could rarely recall. His handsome features were relaxed, and turned to her as he lay on his stomach, his hand under the pillow.

Content to sit and watch him sleep, she stored the vision of him in her goldenrod sheets, bathed in the sun's rays to memory, hoping that this wouldn't be the last time they would be together like this. She didn't know how long she laid there, a smile on her face, simply watching him, but when he roused, his sleep filled face was so adorable she couldn't help but love.

He raised himself up, and when he opened his eyes the caught hers and she smiled, as he settled onto his side facing her. He returned her smile, and he scooted a little bit closer to her, and still smiled.

"Good morning." His voice was soft, and the peace that had been on his face as he slept still held a small portion of his features, as he still continued to smile. "What are you doing?"

She let a giggle go, and he offered her a chuckle to match, "Watching you sleep."

"For how long?" He was devastatingly sexy normally, but his sleep addled, smiling face combined with the dishevelled hair nearly knocked her down flat. It had been a long time since she woke up to a man in her bed, but never had it been this comfortable.

"A while." She offered him a shy smile, not at all ashamed at being caught.

Instead of saying anything he moved quickly and took her into his arms and kissed her. It was soft, and gentle and added fuel to the fire that was raging in her for a repeat of last night.

He had other plans obviously as he pulled back, smiling. His stomach made a grumbling noise, and they both laughed, still holding onto each other.

"You have food here right?" He looked so youthful and charming as he said the innocent words, she couldn't help but smile.

"Of course," she nodded and added, "I have a coffee maker as well."

He kissed her quickly and rolled away from her and out of the bed. She watched as he put on his boxers and the plain white undershirt he had been wearing. Her eyes followed him as he moved around the bed and sat beside her, placing his arm on her other side, essentially trapping her between his arm and his body. She looked at him, and smiled once more, noticing that his smiled was still in place.

"I'll go start the coffee, then fix you breakfast." He tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, then once again placed a soft kiss on her lips. He stood and left her room, leaving her lying in her bed alone.

She waited until she heard him rummaging around her kitchen before she moved. Putting on some comfortable old clothes, she moved into her bathroom to check her appearance.

Her hair was mussed all over, and her lips were swollen and slightly red. The biggest difference was the radiant smile that had taken up resident on her face. Even she could tell the difference in herself. Running her fingers through the tangled locks of her hair, she moved to join him in her kitchen, marvelling at what a simple kiss could turn into.


AN2: I'm not so good at the.... smut.... so, um, you'll just have to imagine... or fill in the '**' yourself. I went into a lot more detail than I normally do... which is weird. My ears were burning the whole time, so you'd better like it. Also, I have anynomus reviews turned on. So if your not signed in, or don't have an account, leave me a review anyway. I love reviews. They make me happy.