"How about you tell me what is wrong. You are normally so composed." Emily looked at Hotch. She could see the stress in his shoulders. Oh how she would massage them for him.
"I know where you were tonight. Out with Rossi. But what I don't know is why. Why Rossi." Hotch was wringing his hands together, desperately trying to keep his cool.
"We had dinner. Had a few drinks. Nothing to worry about. We weren't breaking the FBI's fraternization rules by having dinner were we?"
"Do you really think I give a damn about the rules? Do you really think I enjoyed knowing Dave was taking you out. Do you know how much I hated by best friend these last few hours." He got up and started pacing. Unable to even look Emily in the eyes.
"Hotch...Aaron, stop. Look at me. Stop pacing. Sit down for goodness sake." Aaron looks at Emily. Her eyes show concern, but also something else. He joins her again in the couch. "I went to dinner with Dave. Dinner. At a restaurant. Not a cheap hotel room. We had a good time. But we are just friends. He asked me to dinner. Do you know how long it has been since someone asked me to dinner. I'll tell you. Too damn long. Perhaps the next time it will be with someone I'm actually attracted to. Perhaps then it won't be just dinner." Emily can feel herself getting worked up. She begins to raise her voice. "And next time it might not be just dinner. But I really don't see what that has to do with you. Perhaps next time you turn up here you"ll – "
Hotch can't take anymore. Listening to Emily talk about future dates. Future dates that didn't involve him. He snakes his arm around her neck and pulls her to his lips. Effectively silencing her. He pushes her back against the couch. Smothering her with his body. His hands make their way to her back. His fingers dipping under her blouse. She gasps at the chilling touch. "Sorry. Cold hands." He pulls back from her. "You know why I'm here don't you?" She catches her breath. Did he realise what he just said? "I mean, not to take advantage of you on your couch, but to fight for you. Tell me you want me too. Tell me that there is no one else you want. There is no one else for me but you Emily."
She looks into his eyes. Seeing only love. She leaned up to kiss him. Tenderly. "Aaron. There is no one else. Ever since I first saw you those many, many years ago I've never met a man who compared. And I'll never will." She kissed him again. This time, will all the love she felt with him. "Love me Aaron." She starts to rip at his shirt. "Love me." She grabs onto his shoulders. Holding on for dear life. She feels him start to move away. To get up. Emily, confused, pulls back on his hand. "Where are you going?"
"Not where am I going, but where are we going. You're coming with me." He pulls her into his arms. "Now tell me Emily. Where is your bedroom?"
Giggling she leads him down the hall. Both undressing as they went. By the time they reached the bedroom door they were naked and in need of each other. Aaron grabbed Emily by the arm and kissed her. His hands dropped to her thighs as he lifted her up. Her long legs wrapped around his waist. She could feel his dick against her. If she just moved slightly he could slide inside. Where she ached for him.
As if he knew where her mind was heading, he manoeuvred her over to the wall beside her bedroom door. He lifted her again, slightly, and felt her core. He pushed into her. She cried out. She never knew such bliss.
He anchored her in one arm against the wall. He started pinching her nipples. A little too hard but she didn't seem to mind. He put his forehead against her. Their eyes met with every thrust. Spurring each other one. He felt her close around him. She ached her back and called out his name. The sound of his name on her lips sent him over the edge.
Their breathing began to slow. He untangled her from himself and kissed her. Slowly first, then passionately. "I never wanted our first time to be on the wall next to your bedroom door."
"I'll forgive you. As long as the next time is somewhere a little more conventional." With that she took his hand and led him further down the hallway.
"Where are you taking me?"
She turned around and said playfully, "Somewhere more conventional. I'm taking you to my hottub."
"Emily stop." The alarm in Aarons voice worried Emily. "I didn't use a condom. I'm sorry. I didn't even think of it. Are you on the pill."
Emily freezes. She isn't. Not having being in a serious relationship she never saw the need to take them. "I'm not. What honestly. What are the odds." She looked down. "Would it be such a bad thing. Having a baby with me?"
He scoops her up into his arms. "I'm sorry for upsetting you. Personally I couldn't think of a better idea than to have a baby with you. But I thought, oh I don't know what I thought. Tell you what, we'll take it one day at a time, but for today, condom or no condom. I know what I want, but I can go get one if you want..."
"I love you. Now, wasn't I showing you to the hottub?"
Rossi and JJ still laid on the bed. "Do you really think Hotch will go to Emilys house?" JJ asked hopefully.
"If I know that man he is around there right now and they are planning their wedding and how many children they will have." Dave sits up suddenly. "JJ. We didn't, I mean, I didn't put anything on."
JJ started to sit up then. "Dave, what are you saying, do don't want to marry me if I'm fat and pregnant? Are you saying you don't want a family with me?"
"No my dear. Not at all. Your wish is my command. If you want a family perhaps we better do this again."
"Dave, hmmm, that's a good idea. After all they do say if at first you don't succeed, try and try again."
