*I don't own….much to my dismay

After half an hour of riding in complete silence, one fraught with tension, not lightened at all by JJ's teasing of Derek over her threesome in Italy, Kara finally lifted her head from Hotch's shoulder and looked into the eyes of Senor Cantalioni who watched her intently, his eyes filled with confusion.

Speaking in Italian for her ears alone, Senor Cantalioni began to question her, "Where is Senor Richard?"

Answering in Italian, her gaze avoiding those of her husband and friends, Kara responded, "He passed away many years ago."

"Oh. That is sad. Senor Richard was a good man…and this man? This American man that you sit so intimately with. He is your lover?" Senor Cantalioni asked, his tone disapproving.

"Absolutely not Senor Cantalioni! This man is my husband, Aaron Hotchner. He is the father of my nine children," Kara answered, affronted.

"Nine children? Oh my God! You and this Aaron make love like Italians! Good for you! Good! Very good! And your children are healthy and happy?"

Kara smiled as she thought of her children…Aaron had told her that together they had eight and that their oldest Jack was from his first marriage. She'd remembered Jack and the triplets: Aaron Junior, Emerald, and Elizabeth, all on her own, but Aaron had told her about the other five: Judith, Derek, Shawn, Alexander and their youngest Veronica. There were flashes of faces as she thought of them, but no real memories. She sighed and nodded at Senor Cantalioni. "Yes, my children are very happy."

"And you? Are you happy with this Aaron Hotchner?" Senor Cantalioni asked, his eyes moving disapprovingly over Hotch's face, whose eyes were trained on Kara.

Kara looked up at Hotch, love shining brightly in her eyes as she placed her hand on the side of his face and smiled up at him before answering in English, "Oh yes, I'm happy, so very, very happy and Aaron Hotchner is the cause of that happiness."

Hotch smiled fondly at his wife, "Is that what you two have been discussing this whole time? Me and if I make you happy?"

Kara smiled, "To a certain degree. We were catching up," she responded before turning her gaze back to Senor Cantalioni. "Senor, forgive me, but I must ask you, what is the information that Richard asked you to give me?"

No sooner had the question left her lips that the limo they rode in pulled into a garage. Senor Cantalioni stopped the agents with a shake of his head as they all prepared to leave the vehicle, holding a finger up to his lips. The atmosphere of the limo was tense as the team strained their ears to listen to what was being said by the driver in the darkness. They did not have long to listen before the back of the garage opened up and the limo drove through into a long dark hallway, they continued driving going down hills and around curves before pulling to a stop in front of a large home that seemed to have been built underground.

"No. Way," Prentiss breathed.

"It's like Atlantis," Reid whispered.

Senor Cantalioni smiled, "Welcome to my home agents, you will stay here for the duration of your time in Italy. There is much information to be given, I'm afraid that your knowledge of history, democracy, and freedom is completely misconceived and fabricated. Everything that you think will be changed. It is best that I give you this information here in my home, my shelter, where there is no possibility of us being overheard or of an attack," the man stated somberly, his eyes taking in the shocked gazes of the agents. He extended a hand. "Per favore, please."

One by one the agents exited the limo and followed the driver through the front door and into the entryway of the grand house.

"Senor, your home is amazing," JJ complimented the man, her eyes wide.

"Grazie senora," the man nodded moments before a wiry, thin man hurried from the back of the house.

"Oh senor! Forgive me, I did not expect you so soon! These must be the American agents!" the man stated, his features pinched in spite of his harried mannerisms.

"It is no problem Marcello. Could you please show our guests to their rooms? And take their luggage-" Senor Cantalioni began only to be cut off.

"Oh Senor, our team was met with an accident on our way to Italy, not all of us have our luggage," Kara interrupted. "Agents Rossi, Prentiss, JJ, and my husband Agent Hotchner will all need clothing…if you have some that they can borrow?"

"Si Senora, I have many clothes for all sizes. I own a fashion store and the outfits that do not sell are brought here before we send them to America. I believe you sell them in your superstore…it is called Walmart?"

The agents all gasped in amazement. Senor Cantalioni burst into laughter, "I only kid with you! Yes we have clothes, this house and my businesses are filled with people of all sizes many of them live here on the property. We will get clothing for your agents. Please follow Marcello to your rooms." The agents turned and followed the servant from the entryway and to the hallway where all of their rooms, or rather their suites, awaited them. With grins at each other they all entered their assigned rooms, Hotch following Kara into their room.

Kara placed her Go bag on the bed and turned towards Hotch who leaned against the door, his arms crossed in front of his chest. She smiled at him hesitantly and began to walk around the room, her fingers trailing over the furniture.

"This is a really nice room," she stated without looking at him.

"Yeah it really is," she heard him murmur behind her as he followed her around the room.

Kara nodded her head and continued walking around the room, noticing when Hotch stopped in front of the bed and began to loosen his tie.

"What are you doing?" she rasped out, her voice strangled.

"I'm taking off my clothes," Hotch responded, his eyes fixed on hers as he moved to unbutton his shirt after setting down his tie on the footstool.

"Why?" Kara asked as she watched Hotch remove his jacket and his shirt, his muscled chest gleaming in the fading sunlight.

"Because I've had these clothes on all day. Because I want to put on something a little more comfortable. Because…" Hotch began as he unzipped his pants and pushed them down along with his boxers, stepping out of them, toeing off his shoes and pulling off his socks before walking towards her where she stood in front of the room's fireplace. "Because, I want to make love to my wife. I want to make love to you, until neither one of us can move and until you remember every touch," he said as he trailed his fingers down her bare arms, "Every kiss," he murmured before capturing her lips in a slow, drugging kiss. "Every caress," he stated next as he pulled her closer to his hot and clearly aroused body, pulling her shirt over her head and unclipping her bra, letting both garments fall to the floor. "Every moan," he said as he caressed her left breast in his palm, smiling when she moaned softly. "Every gasp," he whispered against her skin moments before he opened his mouth over her breast and softly sucked the firm globe into his mouth. Even after giving birth to and breast feeding eight children, he was always amazed that his wife's breasts remained firm and perky. He knew that it had to be her Morgan genes and mentally sent up a prayer to God for her amazing genes as he switched to her other breast, his tongue moving over her nipple seductively as one hand massaged her other breast, allowing his free hand the ability to travel over her stomach into the elastic waistband of her pants and down to her wet and throbbing core. Her gasp was loud in the room moments before her knees buckled. Hotch caught her and made quick work of pulling off her pants, socks and tennis shoes before lifting her into his arms and carrying her over to the bed, her arms were wrapped tightly around his neck, her lips slightly parted as she panted in arousal.

He lowered her to the bed before following her down onto it, his lips pressed firmly against hers, his hands caressing her curves, growing harder and more frantic with desire. He lowered his lips to her neck and kissed, sucked, licked and nipped his way down her body; over her breasts, her belly to her hips where he nipped the curve of her hips softly, before tracing his tongue down to her moist center where he laved and loved her to sweet abandon. He moaned as he tasted her sweet release, her fingers clutching his head, her legs thrown over his shoulders. She was the sweetest taste in the world and he could spend all day loving her this way, with his head between her legs but it wasn't too long before the need to be inside of her overwhelmed her and he stood quickly to kneel between her spread legs and thrust into her deeply and quickly. They both gasped and groaned at the feeling of the other, her arms wrapped around his neck, his hands pushing her legs back towards her chest, spreading her wider, allowing him to slide deeper within her. He hissed when he felt her nails rake his back as her orgasm swept over her, before he found himself hurtling over the abyss into the greatest gift known to man….pleasure and love.

Ten minutes later their heartbeats and breathing had slowed enough that Hotch slowly removed himself from within his wife and picking her back up in his arms, slid with her beneath the covers of the bed, his arms wrapped firmly around her.

"I love you Kara," he whispered, pressing his lips firmly against her forehead.

Her mind still reeling from her multiple orgasms, her brain not fully healed from the accident Kara murmured without thinking, "I love you too Aaron. I love you so much. Don't ever leave me Richard, promise me."

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