Author's Note: Hey, guys! Sorry for the delay in this last chapter. I'd hoped to have it done by January 31st, but my plans always seem to go awry. LOL Thanks so much for all of the reviews, and for reading this one! Enjoy! - Angie
Aaron leaned down and kissed Emily, the seal of his lips quenching the cry of desire that tore from the back of her throat as he slid inside of her…so slowly that when she couldn't possibly take it anymore, her hips bucked feverishly up off the mattress until he was buried all the way inside of her. He broke the kiss as he pulled back, then plunged forward at the same time she lifted her hips off the mattress. She cried out again, but without his mouth there to stifle the sound, it echoed off the walls.
"Sssh," he reminded her.
"I can't," she managed between gasping breaths. The feel of him inside of her, the friction as he drove back and forth was already beginning to send her over the edge. She'd tried biting her bottom lip, but almost broke the skin. Her pulse was spinning out of control now, her breaths coming in pants.
She felt him groan into her mouth as his tongue tangled with hers again in an effort to quiet her, his body sinking into hers, molding them together. He filled her so completely that Emily groaned, too, her entire body ablaze now. When he pushed inside of her, pausing to grind against her core, she dug her fingernails into his back with yearning.
It had been a long time since he'd been with anyone. And, God, he fit impeccably inside of Emily Prentiss. She was so amazingly tight, so damn hot that he was struggling not to come.
He closed his eyes and tried to distract himself…the meeting at work with Strauss earlier this week, Dave complaining about Mudgie chewing his new boots…damn. It wasn't working.
"Emily…" he rasped, his tempo increasing as he pounded in and out of her.
She wrapped her legs around him, her heels digging into his lower back. "Ooooh, God," she moaned. Her arousal climbed until her head fell back, her eyes closing as she fought for breath. "Aaron…"
He felt her thighs trembling at his waist, and with a shout of his own, let the pleasure engulf him as Emily came with him.
Hours later, he lay there watching her sleep, her raven colored locks resting on her cheek as she breathed evenly. After a repeat performance, she'd fallen into slumber.
He slowly made his way to the edge of the mattress and stood, heading towards the hook on the back of the bedroom door for his forest green terry cloth robe. He grabbed it and pulled it on, turning around as he tied the belt at his waist just in time to see Emily's eyelids flutter open.
"What are you doing?" she muttered sleepily, sitting up. He took a moment to scrutinize her gorgeous body, the nipples on her pert breasts hardening beneath his gaze. She self consciously lifted her arms to cross them over her chest.
"Don't," he commanded; she froze. He strode towards the bed and sat down beside her, lifting his hands to the sides of her breasts. He moved his thumbs over her taut peaks as he looked down at her. "I have to put Jack's presents out," he explained. "I can't have him finding out there's no Santa because his father was distracted by a dark haired vixen."
Emily laughed, blushing appealingly all the way down to her chest. "Can I—" He leaned forward and captured one of her nipples in his mouth, causing her to gasp. "Help you put his presents out," she finished in a slightly higher pitched voice.
He lifted his head, then nodded with a soft smile. "I'd like that." XXX Emily put the last package in place, then stepped back, falling into Aaron's arms. She hadn't even known he was there.
"What do you think?" he asked, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind.
"I think it's perfect," she whispered, resting her hands on his forearms. The blinking lights had been left on, so that Santa could see, of course, and the presents had been placed perfectly around the base of the tree, the stockings hung on the fireplace now filled.
Aaron leaned down to nuzzle her neck with his nose. "Thanks for your help," he said sincerely.
Instead of answering, she turned in his arms and looked up at him. "You did it," she said softly.
"I did what?" he asked in confusion.
"You gave me a perfect Christmas," she clarified.
"I told you I would," he reminded her.
She nodded as she looked down. "Did that include sleeping with me?" she asked quietly.
He put his fingers beneath her chin and lifted it so their eyes met again. "No," he assured her. "That didn't include sleeping with you. But…incidentally, it did end up being my favorite part," he told her teasingly.
"Really?" she asked doubtfully.
This was such a distinction from the confident Emily he saw in the field that he couldn't help but wonder how many other facets there were to her. He nodded firmly. "That and the smile you kept on my sons face for these past few days."
She shook her head. "That wasn't me," she told him, unwilling to take credit for Jack's cheerful demeanor.
"Yes, Emily, it was you. You make my son happy. You happen to make me happy, too," he informed her.
"I do?" she asked cautiously.
"You do," he confirmed, his arm dropping from her waist. His hand dipped into the waistband of her panties, and she inhaled sharply.
"I've never had a particularly memorable New Years," she confided, her head falling back as he began to stroke her center.
"You haven't?" he asked in mock surprise. Her eyes flew open to see a triumphant smirk on his face. He knew exactly what he could do to her.
She quirked a brow at him. Two could play this game. Her own hand reached between the folds of his robe, pleased to discover he was already hard. At the same time she gripped his length, he thrust two fingers inside of her and her hand fell backwards as she pursed her lips to keep from groaning. She really was no match for him, she realized as he pulled his fingers back and plunged them inside of her once again. She lifted her arms to wrap them around his neck, then lifted one foot off the floor, bending at the knee, then straightening as she began to ride his fingers. "God, Em. You're so fucking hot," he told her.
She let her head fall back again with a throaty chuckle. "Nothing unforgettable has ever happened…oh!...on Valentine's Day, either," she told him.
"An entire year of firsts if you stick around," he reasoned.
She nodded as she moaned softly, her eyelids fluttering shut once again.
"Em?"
"Yeah?" she asked breathily.
"You should plan on sticking around." The arm that was wrapped around her waist tightened as he pulled her to him, the fingers on his other continuing to work her body.
Aaron Hotchner didn't know for sure what this was, only that it was the beginning…
***THE END***
