Friday both Hotch and Emily kept busy. Hotch attended Jack's school play and parent's night. Since Hayle's death, he always feels a pang of sadness and guilt, whenever he participated in a family activity with Jack. Looking around Jack's classroom, it's hard not to note all the mothers doting on their children. Although Jack is doing so much better than last year, Hotch is sure he misses his mother most at these moments.
Emily spent her Friday off cleaning her townhouse and preparing for the next night's activities. She was meeting her parents for lunch the following day and knew she would be short on time. She put her nice sheets on the bed and placed a few candles around her room. Although, the little touches weren't exactly necessary, it had been so long for the both of them; she wanted their first time together to rock!
The next night, Hotch took a shower, got dressed, and headed off to Emily's house. Although he was still beyond excited, a wave of nervousness was falling over him. He stopped at a florist on his way. He sat in his car for ten minutes debating whether or not bringing flowers to a FWB was appropriate. He spent another 10 minutes in the flower shop, debating on what type of flowers to bring. He couldn't exactly ask the florist for advice. "Miss, what type of flower do you advise me buying for a friend who is going to fuck me tonight?" He almost laughed out loud at the thought of it. He settled on bunch of assorted daisies.
Emily was equally nervous. She got home at 6:45. She took a quick shower and spent 20 minutes trying to decide what to wear. "This is nuts" she thought. "This is Hotch, my friend, I need to calm down." She wanted to look nice, but not too nice. She settled on wearing a casual floral skirt, with a loose tunic sweater. She did make sure to put on matching, flirty, underwear. At 7:28 her doorbell rang. She took a deep breath before opening it.
"Hi Emily"
"Hey, come in" Emily said as she back up, allowing him to enter.
They made their way into her living room. "These are for you" he said as he handed her the flowers. "I didn't know the friends with benefit etiquette. But I figured tonight should be special…kind of to celebrate our new friendship."
"They're beautiful, thank you" she commented, as she held them up to her nose to smell their pleasing scent. "Why don't you sit down and make yourself comfortable, while I put these in water." He sat down and wondered if she could notice that he was on the verge of an anxiety attack. A few minutes past, before Emily came back in and placed the flowers, now beautifully arranged in a vase, on the sofa table. She sat down beside him on the couch. They sat uncomfortably, making small talk. He told her about Jack's school play and she told him about her luncheon with her parents.
Finally, when there was a large lull in their conversation, Emily stood up and blurted out, "Oh my God Hotch, this is crazy, but I'm so freaking nervous, I think my heart is going to leap out of my chest." She was relieved when he let out a breath and confessed he was also nervous.
"Look" he said holding out his hand. "I'm shaking."
She started giggling. "We are so screwed up. We're supposed to have sex to relieve our stress and sexual tension. Instead, we are both going to have a freaking panic attack. He thought about it for a moment, before bursting out laughing.
"Emily, you do still want to do this, right?"
She nodded. "If I didn't want this, I wouldn't be so nervous." He walked over and embraced her. "Me too" he whispered.
"Shark attack" she announced.
"Excuse me?" Hotch replied dumbfounded.
"Shark attack is a drink. On shark attack, you'll lose your inhibitions. Two drinks, you'll lose your clothes." She said as she headed into her kitchen.
"Sounds like just what we need. I'll help" he remarked, as he followed her into the kitchen.
Hotch watched as she got out bottles of Tequila, Bacardi 151, and other various liquors. "Here" she said handing him lemons. "Slice these". She made a pitcher full of pineapple and orange juice, lemons and a shit load of booze. "Here, try this" she said handing him a glass.
He took a sip. "Ohhhhh that's good, Strong."
"Told you" she said. I saw the recipe in Cosmo a few months back. I decided to give it a try. After a couple of these, you may have to stay here".
"Not a problem. Jack's not due home until tomorrow afternoon."
They sat on the couch drinking and talking for a while. After a bit, the shark attacks did their job and the nervousness melted away. "Is that a Jacuzzi" Hotch asked as he looked out on her deck.
"Yeah. My secret little weapon to de-stress after cases. You feel like taking a dip?" she asked. Sensing that he wasn't ready to get naked, she added, "you can go in with your underwear."
"Can we take the pitcher of shark attacks?" he teased.
"Of course" she replied. "You get in, I'll be right there"
She went into her bedroom and changed into her bathing suit. When she returned, Hotch was sitting in her Jacuzzi surrounded by bubbles. "God, he is gorgeous" she thought.
Hotch felt his cock start to harden when he watched Emily slide in next to him. She was wearing a black tankini. The top tied around her neck emphasizing her small, but ample breast. "Enjoying yourself?" she asked.
"Yep. Between the Jacuzzi and the drinks, I'm feeling much more relaxed." He reached over and re-freshed their drinks.
"Hotch, you're not trying to get me drunk, are you" she asked playfully.
"Hey, Em, you're the one who concocted these shark drinks. I think you're trying to take advantage of me." They both shared a laugh.
"Just trying to avoid two huge panic attacks" she said laughing.
"God, she is beautiful" he thought. They talked, drank, and although they were both horny as hell, they both were unsure of how to proceed.
"I feel like a virgin again" Hotch finally commented. "Me too" she whispered.
"Come here" he whispered. She moved over sitting on the lower bench in front of him. The seat wasn't that big, and she could feel his body close behind her. "Relax, close your eyes" he directed. Hotch started massaging her shoulders. He heard her sigh as her muscles relaxed under his hands.
She felt his lips kissing the back of her neck. It felt so good; she let out a quiet moan of approval. She let her body melt back into his chest. She turned her head, so that he could capture her lips. Their kiss was tender at first, but quickly became passionate. She parted her lips, allowing his tongue to explore her mouth. Their teeth nibbled and their tongues slid together in an erotic dance. She felt his hand reach up and untie the top of her tankini. He continued kissing her as he slid her top down, exposing her breasts. He loved the little sounds she made as he pinched and rolled her nipples between the pads of his fingers.
He flipped them over, so that she was under him. As the bubbles danced around them, he looked at her naked chest for the first time. Her breasts were firm, pale, with big pink nipples that were hard, tingling, and begging to be sucked. He gave her a little smile, before encapsulating one in his mouth, sucking greedily.
"Oh God" Emily moaned loudly. The sensations she felt as he sucked on her nipples, went directly to her core. She let her hand wander under the waist band of Hotch's boxers. He growled when her fingers made contact with his cock. It had been so long since he'd been touched this way. "Hotch, why don't we take this inside" she said as she reluctantly released his cock. He nodded. They got out of the hot tub and quickly dried off as they made their way to her bedroom. They fell on her bed kissing. He knelt beside her and hooked his finger under her bathing suit bottom. "I think we can lose these now?" She looked into his eyes. She was speechless, she was about to have sex with Aaron Hotchner. She lifted her bum, allowing him to slide her bathing suit bottoms off. He leaned back on his heels and took in the sight of Emily, naked before him. She shivered with anticipation as he skimmed his hand over her pubic hair, which was neatly trimmed. "Open your legs for me, Emily, let me see you, touch you." She honored his request, letting her knees fall open, exposing her most intimate place to his eyes. Emily's self-consciousness lasted only a second and was replaced with desire, as he parted her folds gently, located her clit and stroked it with his finger. "Feel good?" he asked, knowing by her soft moan, what her answer would be. "So good" she whispered. It felt even better, when he slid a finger into her heat. "So wet and ready" he commented, as he inserted finger number two. She started panting, hard, when he turned his fingers, so that they were pressing on her g-spot. Hotch knew she was close and kept stroking her g-spot and clit simontainiously. It wasn't until he bent over and captured her nipple between his teeth that her orgasm tore through her. "Hotch, yesssssssssssss" she screamed.
He removed his fingers and stroked her softly as she regained her breath. "Wow, that was incredible" she said as she sat up and kissed him. "Glad you liked. I was afraid that it had been so long, I might have lost my touch."
"No worries there" she said shaking her head. "Now let's see if I still got the magic touch." Taking the waist of his boxers, she quickly pulled them down and off. His fully aroused erection sprang free. "Damn" she thought to herself as she eyed his manhood. His cock was long, thick, and pulsating with need. "Lay down" she instructed. He did as she asked. She began to tease him by raking her hands up and down his body, failing to stop where he needed her most. After torturing him for a few minutes, she finally let her fingers ghost over his balls "Argggggggggg" he groaned. She smiled and grabbed his heavy sacs with one hand, while pumping his shaft in her other hand. It took all his strength, but he knew that if he didn't stop her, he would come.
"Emmmm…God you have to stop" he groaned as he placed his hand over hers to stop her.
"Why?" she asked, wondering if she was pleasing him. By the sound of his groaning, it sounded like he was enjoying her hand job.
"Emily, I'm so close to exploding. I want to be buried deep inside you when I…..oh shit"
"What's wrong?"
"I left the condoms I picked up in my car, I was just so excited, I must have forgotten them" he explained. "I'll just be a minute". He started to stand up, when he felt her hand pull him back down.
"Hotch, stop we don't need them. I've been on the pill since I was 18, and we both passed our mandatory physicals last month, we're both clean. So unless you really want condoms, we're cool."
He responded by flipping her onto her back and kneeling between her spread legs. She licked her lips. She couldn't believe that in a few seconds Hotch would be inside her body. "Are you ready, Emily?" he asked bending to kiss her softly. She looked him in the eyes, smiled, and nodded. He lined himself up at her opening and flexed his hips forward, entering her body. She gasped, as her body stretched to accommodate him. He stopped immediately, "Emily, am I hurting you?" he asked.
"No, not really. It's just that it's been so long. I'll be fine in a minute."
"I'm going to go slow" he said as he continued to push into her tight passage. "Tell me when you can take more." When he was fully seated in her body, he slowly withdrew, before thrusting back in. The sensation of her wet heat surrounding his throbbing cock felt delicious. It took a massive amount of self control for him not to give in to his primal urge and take her full force. After a few slow thrusts, the discomfort Emily felt was gone, as her inner muscles melted around him.
"Ummm…feels so good" she cooed, giving Hotch the green light to continue. He pulled almost all the way out, before thrusting back into her depths. "Emily, God you feel so sweet.
"Hotch, I need…oh God…yes…been so long. I need you to take me harder, deeper" she moaned with need.
"Um, too long for both of us" he replied as he increased both the speed and depth of thrusts. Soon they were both sweating and panting, as he slammed in and out of her pussy. Hotch knew his orgasm was imminent. He would be damned if he came first, so he squeezed his hand between their bodies and began flicking her clit.
"Oh God….close" she moaned loudly.
"Come for me Emily. Let me feel it." A few seconds later, her body stiffened, her back arched, and she let out a scream. When she came, her sex convulsed around his. The sensations were so intense that Hotch groaned and shuddered as his release came over him. He kissed her passionately, before collapsing on top of her.
"That was incredible. I mean, like crazy good" she murmured, as she drew circles on his back with her fingertips.
It took Hotch a few minutes to regain his breath. "That was more than incredible or crazy good" he thought. That was the best sex he ever had. Maybe it was because it had been so long. "My God, that was so intense Em, I thought at one point I was going to pass out. You okay?"
"Are you kidding? I'm better than okay" she said giggling.
Reluctantly, he pulled out of her and rolled over next to her. He stroked up and down her arm with his fingertips.
"Ummmmm…that feels good" she said with a yawn.
"Sleepy?"
"A bit. I was nervous about tonight and didn't get much sleep last night" she admitted.
"Me either. Let's get some sleep. I want you well rested so that we can wake up and do this again and again" he whispered as he kissed her shoulder.
"Trying to make up for your dry spell?" she asked with a half laugh half yawn.
"Oh yeah"
They were so spent from lack of sleep and hot sex, that sleep came easily. When they woke the next morning they had sex two more times before Hotch had to return home to Jack. Both Hotch and Emily were sad to see their first encounter come to an end.
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