Aaron leaned against the railing and surveyed the physical damage. The door was shattered and the carpet was stained with blood. The emotional damage would be more long lasting. JJ had shot a man and Garcia had been shot, her career put at risk. He rubbed his eyes. He didn't want to deal with it right now. He took out his phone and contemplated ringing Rachel. It was two a.m. She was probably asleep. He needed to see her. It was an awful week. The storm that was forecast for that night was going to keep him awake with thoughts. He decided that if she was asleep she'd have her phone set to silent and if it woke her he'd apologise to her and tell her he missed her and would make it up to her over breakfast.
She picked up on the third ring. "Hello?"
"It's me. Did I wake you?"
"No. I fell a bit behind on work and I was just trying to catch up. Is everything alright?"
"I miss you. Are you busy?"
She laughed. "I've got most of it done."
"Is Arya home?"
"No, she's spending the night with my parents."
"Can I come over?"
There was a pause on the other end. They both knew how it was going to end. They both knew it shouldn't until they told Haley. "Of course."
"I'll be there in half an hour."
"Bye."
Rachel ran her hand through her hair. When they hung up, she changed out of her sweats and put on a silk nightdress. When the doorbell rang, she grabbed her matching robe and hurried down the stairs.
Aaron looked terrible. His eyes were red and he looked tired. His face was pale. But when he saw her, he looked better. He went straight into her arms and kissed her. His lips trailed down her neck. "What happened?" she whispered.
"It was just terrible." He slipped his hand through her robe and touched her arm.
"Talk to me," she whispered.
"He… was vicious… brutal…and disgusting and… And then Garcia… and… and-" He looked at her. "And I missed you." She kissed him. He picked her up and carried her up the stairs.
She threw her robe on the floor and undid his pants while he watched her. She kissed each thigh, before putting him in her mouth. His head went clear. There was nothing in his head except her. There was nothing in his world right now, but them. He pulled away from her. She lay on her side, rubbing his back with one hand until he turned to her. "It's ok," she whispered.
He looked at her. Falling down on top of her, he brought her into his arms and kissed her. Not passionately. Exploringly. He explores her mouth with his tongue, her body with his lips. She wasn't perfect. There were scars and blemishes on her body. Unlike Haley. He liked Rachel's flaws. Loved them. They shouted at him that nobody's perfect. Everyone makes mistakes. Like falling in love with your sister in law. He pulled away. He had never thought about that. He had certainly never admitted it. But there it was. He loved Rachel. Not Haley. Rachel. The woman he always wanted. The woman he should have married.
He moved his body so that he was inside her. He had been in this position with Haley so many times before and thought of Rachel. Now, he was here, with Rachel and thinking of Rachel. She dug her fingers into his back. The thing that Haley would do that annoyed him. He liked it with Rachel. The storm outside grew stronger, the rain growing faster and harder, telling him he needed to do the same, the thunder and lightening and wind occurring when they gasped
This is what's natural. They moved in sync with each other, their mouths opened at the same time, their heads moved in the right direction. When he went to kiss her neck without telling her, she tilted it to the right side. When he moved up she moved down. When he moved in, she moved out. She touched him in all the right spots, as though after twenty years, she remembered where to touch him.
He came seconds after she did, causing her to come again. He fell down on top of her, and nuzzled into her neck. She touched him until his breathing calmed. He opened his eyes but he couldn't see. He wanted to see her skin. He could smell it and he wanted to watch it shudder as he touched her but he couldn't see anything. It was all a blur.
She pressed her lips to his ear as she began moving under him again, legs wrapped around him. "Shh, baby. It's ok." He realised that what was pouring down his face was a mixture of sweat and tears. He was crying. And she didn't care that the man she was seeing cried as they made love. She didn't think it was weird. She didn't climb out of bed and make an excuse for him to leave. She made love to him again. She was taking care of him.
She repositioned. He didn't take much notice. Next thing he knew, they were kneeling on the bed, her back to his front He closed his eyes and began to move with her again. She kissed his neck as they moved, touched his face to wipe his tears. He moved his lips to under her ear and kissed. She shuddered. He put his lips to her earlobe. "I love you. I've always loved you."
They kept moving but she looked at him. For the first time that night their eyes locked. For the first time that night he realised she was crying too. "I love you too." She tightened her grip around his neck. They kissed.
