A/N: Well you're a heartless lot aren't you?!?! Nearly 100 unique users and over 200 hits on my story each time I upload a new chapter and still only a smattering of reviews!! Even threats of discontinuation don't work on most of you, LOL! Although I would like to send out a special thank you to I Philosoraptor, ToAshes, Thn0715, Robbenmel and Eva1983 for their lovely reviews and to apologise for not having replied to you personally. Also thanks go out to KahiMori and Ileana22 who also reviewed earlier chapters, plus all those who have put my story on their alert or favourites. You guys rock!
Anyway, I've found that I just can't bring myself to stop here so you're all getting Part 2 whether you like it or not. But remember, peeps, reviews make me write faster so keep them coming!!!
Monday passed in a whirl of activity: a large number of students came to Quantico for a tour of the FBI Academy and Hotch spent most of the morning and the early part of the afternoon showing them in groups around the BAU. Then he was shut up in meetings for the rest of the day, first with Erin Strauss and then with the team, so that Lizzie didn't see much of him at all until after 6.30 when he returned to his office and Lizzie brought him a cup of coffee.
"Thanks honey, you must have read my mind," he said gratefully taking the drink from her.
"Are you okay, babe?" she asked. "You look exhausted." She wanted to touch him but knew she couldn't because, unlike her own office which only had windows to the outside, Hotch's office looked out over the bullpen where there were still a number of agents working.
"No I'm fine," he replied, smiling. "It's just been non-stop all day; those students were a lot more work than usual." Lizzie smiled back and he continued. "Anyway, the day hasn't finished yet."
"Why?" Lizzie asked. "What else do you need to do?"
Hotch smiled. "Take you out to dinner."
"Oh babe, you don't have to do that," said Lizzie, surprised.
"Why not?" he said, "I want to thank you for yesterday."
"But there's nothing to thank me for – I keep telling you, I had a brilliant time: don't forget that I got to spend an entire day with you wearing nothing but a pair of shorts and, believe me, there is nothing bad about that!" she said mischievously as Hotch gave her a look of mock outrage. Lizzie went on in a conspiratorial tone, "actually, between you and me, if we'd been alone, I would probably have got us both arrested!"
"Well, we could always go back there this weekend…" said Hotch, raising his eyebrows roguishly and giving Lizzie that old familiar jolt somewhere near her navel. "Anyway, I've booked a table for eight-thirty so, unless you don't want me to take you out…"
Lizzie grinned. "You know I do, babe –" She was interrupted as Rossi knocked on the door and came in with Morgan, and she had to consciously revert back to work mode.
"We're all going out for a beer; you two gonna join us?" asked the older man.
"Thanks Dave, but I've got too much to do here," replied Hotch.
"Liz?" Morgan asked.
Lizzie looked at Hotch surreptitiously and also refused. "Sorry guys, but I've got plans."
"Ooh," said Morgan, "hot date with the mystery guy, eh?"
"Yep," she replied smugly and, turning to Hotch, "so, if you don't need me any more tonight, I need to go home and put my face on."
"'Course," said Hotch, going along with the deception. "You should have said, Lizzie, I wouldn't have kept you so late…"
"It's okay – I've got time," she said smiling. "See you tomorrow guys," she said to the room in general and left them to it. Collecting her things together back in her own office, she heard Morgan and Rossi trying, unsuccessfully, to convince Hotch to leave his work and go out with them and then they both left. She popped her head around the door again and asked, "so what's the plan?"
Hotch made sure the others were gone and replied, "I'll pick you up around eight-fifteen, okay?"
"Okay, see you then." And she left.
Hotch pulled up outside Lizzie's apartment and jumped out of the car to push the buzzer. Lizzie let him into the building and he climbed the stairs to her floor. The breath caught in his throat and he stopped in his tracks as he saw her standing in the open doorway, smiling demurely. She was wearing a long, dark green oriental style sleeveless dress that hugged her figure beautifully with a long split up one side revealing a smooth, well-formed leg, and had put her hair up in an elegant style with a few tendrils framing her face.
"Wow," was all he could say as he approached her, taking her hands and kissing her gently.
"Wow yourself," she replied, a broad smile stealing across her face.
"You look… incredible," he said.
"Thanks," Lizzie replied, a faint blush of pleasure colouring her cheeks which sent a quiver of desire through Hotch's body.
"You ready?" he managed to say.
"Oh. Yes. Um… am I staying at yours tonight?" she asked.
Hotch smiled. "'Course you are," he said. "You don't honestly think I'd be able to leave you at the end of the evening, looking like that do you?"
Lizzie's expression changed to one of mischief as she stood on her toes to reach his ear and whispered, "in that case you should probably know that I'm going commando," and turned away from him to collect her bag.
That initial quiver became a surge of heat converging in his groin as he processed the thought and he absently held onto one of her hands, allowing himself to be led into her apartment. He was mesmerised by the subtle sway of her hips and the smooth skin of her back which was laid bare to the waist. She stopped in the hallway to pick up an overnight bag which she handed to him.
"You know, we don't have to go out," he said, smiling suggestively and slipping his free hand around her waist to draw her body into his. He bent to brush his lips against her neck, breathing in her perfume as she laughed, gliding a hand under his jacket.
"It was your idea, remember?" she said.
"Oh yes," he said, making a show of pulling himself together. "Okay, I'm good. Let's go before I change my mind again."
He met Lizzie's laughing eyes and almost lost his resolution again but, with an effort, put one foot in front of the other and made it out of the building with this incomparably beautiful woman on his arm.
They arrived at a modern-looking restaurant overlooking the waterfront and were sat at a window-side table with a beautiful view of the city lights on the water. When the waiter brought their wine, Hotch raised his glass and said, "Well, here's to our first official date." Lizzie chuckled and blushed a little, clinking her glass to his and took a sip.
They chatted about all sorts of things from childhood memories to politics and revelled in each other's company. Around half way through the main course, Hotch decided to ask a question that had been niggling at the back of his mind.
"So how did you get so good at soccer?"
"Oh," said Lizzie, surprised at the change in subject. "Well, when I was young I idolised my brother and I wanted to do everything he did so, when he joined the local team, I joined the girls' team. He was really very tolerant of me," she said with an affectionate smile.
"Really?"
"God yeah," said Lizzie, grinning. "I was a pain in the neck!" Hotch laughed. "I followed him around everywhere! Mind you, I think he quite enjoyed having someone to fetch and carry for him," she added wryly. "Anyway, turns out I was quite nimble, being so small, and was able to control the ball really well. I played for the county while I was at school, but my college didn't have a women's team so it kind of petered out."
Hotch looked impressed for a moment but then realisation dawned. "So you set me up at the beach then?" he asked, amused disbelief written across his face.
"Not exactly," Lizzie replied a little awkwardly. "But I knew that Jack had to be on the winning team, and I also knew that my brother would never let me forget it if I lost a game of beach football, so I'm afraid that meant you... had to lose," she explained, trailing off at the end. "Sorry," Lizzie finished a little lamely.
Hotch just laughed and said, "it's okay, honey. I think my ego can take it." Lizzie felt a flush in her cheeks as she laughed with him.
From there, the conversation turned to Jack and, of course, Hotch never tired of talking about his son, his pride shining in his eyes.
"He idolises you, babe," Lizzie said, earning a beaming smile from her date. "It's so sweet: he has some of your mannerisms, you know," she added cheekily.
Hotch was surprised: he was unaware of having any particularly obvious mannerisms in the first place, let alone noticing his son picking up on them. "Like what?" he asked, intrigued.
"Well, he tilts his head to the side when he's asking a question. Just like you're doing now," Lizzie said, amused. Hotch self-consciously straightened his head. "No don't stop," she said, reaching out a hand over the table. "It's actually rather cute."
"Okay, what else does he do?" Hotch asked with a little trepidation: it wasn't so much that Lizzie had noticed these things in him but that they might be obvious to others; after all, a large part of his job involved interviewing serial killers and if they spotted any tells in his demeanour he could lose his authority over them.
"He half-folds his arms, but holds his left hand up, like this." Lizzie placed her right hand in the crook of her left arm and held her left hand out slightly.
"When do I do that?"
"When you're working out a puzzle and talking at the same time. You use your left hand to gesticulate," she said with a smile.
"Jeez, I didn't know I was that easy to read," he said.
"Well it's not as if they're huge tells, are they? They don't give anything away about your emotional state," said Lizzie, knowing exactly what was worrying him. "Besides, I've known you for a long time – a lot longer than anyone you might have to interview – so I'm bound to know you better than they do, babe."
This did make sense to Hotch and he was unwilling to worry about it right now anyway; he wanted to enjoy the evening and, besides, he was pretty sure Lizzie had only brought the subject up to bring out his pride in his son. At that realisation, he regretted his reaction.
"I'm sorry honey, I didn't mean to digress like that," he apologised, then smiled, pulling their conversation back to where Lizzie had been headed originally. "So, tell me more: what else did you notice about Jack?"
They talked and laughed and, when the meal was over, Hotch drove them back to his apartment and had his anticipation fulfilled and his patience rewarded when he was able, finally, to peel Lizzie out of that gorgeous dress and she was standing in front of him wearing nothing but a pair of heels and a smile.
The team were called away on another case on Thursday so Lizzie finished up at the office and made her way home alone. After having spent a few days at Hotch's, there was a small pile of mail and her plants looked like they needed some attention, so she changed into her pyjamas and big fluffy slippers, watered the plants and checked them for any wilting leaves, then sat down with a cup of tea and went through her mail whilst enjoying a chick flick she'd found on TV.
It was late on Saturday afternoon and Lizzie was just walking through her front door, laden with groceries, when her phone rang. She quickly dropped her bags in the kitchen and rummaged in her handbag for her phone, getting more frantic as she couldn't find it. Eventually it jumped into her hand and she flipped it open without even looking to see who it was but assuming – hoping – feeling – that it was Hotch.
"Hello?"
"Hi honey," came that rich, ambrosial voice. "how're you doing?"
"Ooh, all the better for hearing your sexy voice, babe," she purred into the receiver, leaning back against the kitchen counter. "How about you?"
"I'm on my way back right now, actually–"
Lizzie interrupted eagerly, "so you've finished the case then? How did it go?"
"To be honest, I'm not really in the mood to talk about it tonight," he said. "I just… need to see you. Do you mind if I come over?"
"Do I mind?" Lizzie asked incredulously. "Babe, you know you never have to ask that! When can you get here?"
"Well I just wanna run home for a quick shower and I can be with you in about forty-five minutes if that's okay?"
"Of course it is, but you can shower here, you know – you don't have to go home first."
There was a pause as Hotch considered her offer. "Okay," he said eventually, "as long as you don't mind, honey."
"Again with the minding, babe!" Lizzie exclaimed. "You've just made my day – I get you naked in my bathroom!" she quipped, already anticipating that particular pleasure.
Hotch laughed. "Alright honey, I'll see you in about fifteen then."
"Okay," Lizzie replied and hung up.
Her first thought then was that she should change, as she had just thrown on whatever she could find that morning and it wasn't her best look ever! She ran into the bedroom and stripped out of her clothes, quickly putting on a pair of peach-coloured lacy shorts and matching bra, over which she wore her three-quarter length jeans and a low-cut v-neck jumper. There. It wasn't too obvious that she hadn't been wearing that already!
She then quickly brushed her hair and touched up her make-up before returning to the kitchen to quickly put the shopping away, making sure there was a cold bottle of wine and some beers in the fridge. Whilst doing these mindless tasks, Lizzie's thoughts wandered forwards to the moment she'd see her lover on her doorstep. Boy, had she missed him the past couple of days! They had spoken on the phone in the evenings, both times winding up indulging in some pretty steamy phone sex to alleviate their almost overwhelming thirst, but it just wasn't the same as having physical contact and seeing his body's reaction to her touch, or to feel her own response to him. She could feel her anticipation and excitement growing already but forced herself to remember that he had travelled a couple of hundred miles today and couldn't be unreasonable just because she was gagging.
A few minutes later, however, Hotch arrived and the kiss he gave her literally made her toes curl. Okay, she thought, he's obviously in the mood! Her fingers clutched at the fabric of his shirt as his tongue sought hers and his hand buried itself deep in her hair. Tiny stars were beginning to form behind her eyes and Lizzie was eventually forced to come up for air.
"Wow," she breathed, a fire already set to smouldering in her pants. "Am I glad you came straight here!"
"So am I," Hotch replied. "But I really could use that shower," he continued a little reluctantly. "I just need to wash the case off me, and then I'm all yours."
Lizzie smiled, replying, "babe, you say the nicest things." She detached her fists from his shirt and allowed him to go and refresh himself while she went to pour a couple of drinks for them. After a few minutes, though, Lizzie heard the shower turn on and was taken by the urge to join him. She wandered out into the hallway and looked towards the bathroom to discover that he had left the door wide open. Perhaps he had had the same idea, she thought – or maybe hoped – as she leaned on the door frame to watch him in all his glorious nakedness. He was facing the wall, his face turned up to the water, and Lizzie was captivated by the vision of this Adonis with rivulets streaming over his shoulders and back, then down to his taut ass and down his long, muscular legs. While she drank this in, he lifted his hands to his face to wipe away the water and turned around to find her eyeing him up. He grinned lopsidedly, with a look of hunger that sent a shiver down Lizzie's spine, and said "so, are you gonna join me then or just stand there gawping?"
Lizzie realised then that her lust had been written all over her face and matched his grin, replying, "actually I thought I would gawp for a while: you know, there's a particularly splendid view from where I'm standing," and received one of his pant-wettingly gorgeous smiles in return. Nevertheless she began to remove her clothing, allowing him to watch as she stripped slowly for him and loving the feeling of his eyes roaming greedily over her body. Taking his steadying hand she stepped into the shower, brazenly flaunting her naked body under the flow of warm water for his delectation. Instantly one arm slid around her waist, pulling her towards him, while the other hand gently stroked her face, brushing a strand of wet hair away as his mouth met hers eagerly, surprising Lizzie with the strength of his passion. The kiss was deep and insistent and one hand pressed firmly in the small of her back, crushing their bodies together.
Instantly Lizzie felt his great and rising need to lose himself in abandon and she was more than willing to oblige, her own desire having already been stoked by that first kiss in her doorway. Hotch wasn't often in this kind of mood and it was a definite departure from the man she had seen in the office every day for three years; his need for control didn't lose anything of his passion as a lover, but every once in a while, Lizzie had noticed, he threw everything to the wind, he was reckless and impulsive, and that always made for an interesting time.
Hotch's hands explored her skin while his mouth broke from Lizzie's to plant delicious kisses along her jaw line, down her neck and in the hollows above her clavicles. Oh she was in seventh heaven! But then his tongue was slowly encircling her nipple and one hand was cupping her other breast, slowly massaging her soft and pliant flesh, while the other descended to her hip and circled around to slip between her legs. Lizzie vaguely wondered if it was blasphemous to believe that there was an eighth heaven as a low appreciative groan escaped his lips at finding her slick with arousal. Her own hands had not been idle and she found herself digging her nails into the smooth skin of his back and shoulders. The heat between her legs was a raging fire now and Lizzie was moaning in pleasure as he softly stroked and kneaded her hard nub. She needed him inside her, right now. But when she tried to reach for his very hard cock, he pushed her hand away and laughed almost cruelly at her whimpers of protest, evidently having other plans for her.
"Please, babe," she whimpered, fearing that she would explode if he didn't take her that second. He simply looked into her eyes as he placed one finger then the other in his mouth, slowly licking her juices from them and driving Lizzie to even greater heights of desire. He smiled, then dropped to one knee and laid hot kisses from her hip down to the hollow of her pelvis, his tongue fluttering over her skin and making her cry out in her need. He firmly parted her shaking legs and continued to tease her by softly licking her inner thighs before opening her wet folds and darting his tongue over her nub. Lizzie gasped and then he draped one of her legs over his shoulder and he was suckling on her and her gasps became cries. She was kneading his scalp with one hand, the other hanging on to the top of the shower screen above her and she would have crumbled to the floor if he hadn't been holding her up. Lizzie felt herself rise even further as his long, deft fingers slid inside her and curled forwards to stroke her in just the right place while he continued to suck on her throbbing nub, and she flew careening over the edge, crying out his name in pure, concentrated ecstasy.
Hotch rose to his feet again and Lizzie pulled his head down and pressed her mouth to his in a crushing kiss, tasting herself on him. She pushed him back against the wall and began to lavish his body with the kind of attention that he had just given her. She wanted to kiss every inch of him, to feel the smooth, soft skin which covered hard muscle beneath. Her mouth first migrated to his nipple which she licked and nibbled erect before moving on to the other one. Meanwhile, one hand lay on his ass as the other drifted down over his chest and stomach to take his rigid shaft in her grip, prompting a delicious moan to escape his lips. She massaged him slowly at first, then bent her knee to be on a level, musing, perhaps for the hundredth time, on just how much she loved his huge, beautiful, hard cock.
Already a few drops of pre-cum had emerged out of the tip and Lizzie lapped it up unhurriedly. God he tasted so good! She had to force herself to hold back from immediately swallowing his entire length – after all, he had teased her mercilessly and, she thought, two could play at that game! She played her tongue around the tip, wrapping her lips around his head and holding there for a moment before slowly drawing them back to release him again. Hotch's hands had risen to grip the top of the shower screen, just as Lizzie had done, and he rumbled deep in his chest. Lizzie drew her tongue tantalisingly along his length and he growled "Lizzie…" but she wasn't about to give in just yet, once again enveloping his head with her mouth but refusing to take him fully, instead licking at the tip of his cock and sucking ever so gently to provoke another growled warning from him: "Lizzie… honey…"
Lizzie smiled up at him and he gave her a reproving look that was tinged with desperation which just made Lizzie smile wider, knowing she had evened the score. Then, without warning, she took hold of his shaft in her hand and plunged him into her throat, her lips closed tightly around him, and he gasped in surprise and pleasure. She steadily drew her lips back along his length, sucking and licking him all the way, repeating this over and over, revelling in his moans which intensified with every moment.
Soon, Hotch couldn't take any more and he was begging her to stop before he came. "Honey, please… oh god… please… I don't want to come yet… let me sink deep into your pussy and fuck you 'til you scream." Well, what girl could possibly pass up an offer like that from such a man? Lizzie slowly withdrew her mouth from his cock and he let out a groan of disappointment, despite what he'd just said. Nevertheless, he took her hands and raised her to a standing position again, kissing her deeply before saying, a little breathlessly, "god I love it when you do that to me!"
She grinned and replied, "well I love doing that to you," then pressed her lips to his again, wrapping her arms around his neck.
Suddenly, Hotch's hands were on her bum, lifting her up and she squealed in surprise as he pressed her back against the wall, supporting her weight in his arms. Lizzie wrapped her legs around his hips and reached down to guide him into her. They cried out their pleasure simultaneously as he drove into her, filling her up and stretching her to her limit, and Lizzie was struck by the deep look of warmth and passion in his chocolatey eyes before capturing his mouth with her own in a fierce kiss which he returned with equal fervour.
Lizzie was sure she would erupt within seconds as Hotch began to thrust hard and deep into her, using his full length to stroke her to the utmost height and, true to his wish, she could not hold back her cries which rose to screams as he ground his pubic bone against her clit. At the same time she felt him further swell inside her and they rode the crest of delirium together, a few final powerful thrusts shooting his essence into her.
Lizzie dropped her head to Hotch's shoulder in exhaustion, breathing hard as if she'd just run a marathon, while he sandwiched her between his body and the wall. When she had regained her breath a little, a thought occurred to her that made her giggle and she lifted her head to look into Hotch's enquiring eyes.
"My neighbour's living room is just the other side of this wall," she explained, laughing and hitching a thumb over her shoulder. "I hope they couldn't hear us!"
Hotch raised one eyebrow and grinned rakishly, then replied, "so what if they could?"
Lizzie's eyes widened in astonishment at this and said, "I'm surprised at you, Aaron Hotchner – is that the attitude of a respectable, senior member of the FBI?"
"No," he replied, his grin widening further. "It's the attitude of a man with an incredibly beautiful and sexy woman impaled on his John Thomas."
Lizzie's outburst of laughter nearly made her fall out of Hotch's arms and they agreed it would probably be safest if he put her down. So, reluctantly, Lizzie unwrapped her legs from around him and they carefully separated before she put her feet back to earth.
"So," started Lizzie with a smile, keeping her arms around her lover's neck, "I thought you were going to have a shower?"
"Oh yes," said Hotch ironically. "I wonder what distracted me?" He leaned down to kiss her again, playfully drawing her back under the flow of water.
END OF PART ONE
A/N: Well everyone, that's the end of Part 1 so tell me what you think. I thought I'd leave Hotch and Lizzie on a high note coz things are going to go downhill from here I'm afraid.
Look out for Part 2 coming soon....
