Author's Note: I think it has been decided that I have unknowingly made Hotch into a sex fiend, lol. You'll understand why in the beginning part of this chapter; but that being said, I'll make sure not to deviate too much from the actual plot line. Hopefully y'all won't mind. ;) Anyway, thank you, as always, for reading! I sure hope you enjoy...and yes, the beginning part of this chapter has a slightly mature rating. You're welcome!

Disclaimer in Chapter One!

"Holy hell. I'm one lucky man if I get to wake up to this sight every morning."

There, standing before him, was Emily, wearing only her panties and one of his dress shirts. Only two buttons held the two sides of fabric together; and once she was sure she had Hotch's attention, she leaned over just enough for him to see the shapely globes of her ass.

Emily giggled. "I didn't wake you up, did I?"

"No, no." Hotch came up behind her and pressed a kiss to her neck. "But now that I am awake…something smells heavenly. And dear God, you look incredible." A rush of male pride filled his veins.

"Even though I stole your shirt with no plans of giving it back?" Her eyes were twinkling with mischief.

"Even though you stole my shirt. In fact..." he gave her another once-over, "keep it."

"No, Aaron -"

"You look much better in it than I ever could." He smiled as she blushed.

She playfully elbowed him in the stomach. "You're just saying that."

"Oh, trust me," his hands, originally resting on her hips, began to creep lower. "I mean it. So, what're you making?"

Emily checked the oven. "Well, since our dinner was so nice last night, I felt especially creative this morning and decided to go for a – oh!" Her eyes fell shut as she felt a pair of fingers push aside her panties and begin to stroke her core. "Aaron."

He smirked a little. "You were saying?"

"I – I decided to go for a quiche." She arched her back at his touch. "I hope you're in the mood for spinach and mushroom."

"How many times do I have to tell you?" Hotch crooned into her ear. "I'm in the mood for anything you make."

"That's sweet." Emily craned her neck and met his lips in a slow kiss. "Oh, and for the gentleman, I'm brewing a fresh pot of coffee."

Hotch's rhythm increased pace; he was awarded with a passionate gasp as his thumb brushed against her clit. "And for the lady?"

She nodded toward a tall glass of orange juice. "Nothing quite like freshly squeezed orange juice to get you started in the morning."

"Is that right?"

"You bet. And – Jesus Christ." Emily grabbed onto the counter to steady herself as the air whooshed out of her lungs. Already, she could feel the familiar tension coiling deep in her belly.

"Now, quiches…they're not too difficult to make, right?" Hotch tried his best to remain nonchalant as he worked to bring Emily to her peak. "As in, I could've helped you make breakfast this morning?"

"Oh, I don't know about that," she panted, her orgasm just a hairsbreadth away. "You seem pretty busy already."

Hotch chuckled; and with one more skilled rub of her clit between his fingers, Emily shivered out of ecstasy and came apart on his fingers.

"Aaron. Fuckin' hell."

He growled against her skin. "Have I told you how much I love your dirty mouth?"

Emily leaned back against his chest, then sighed contentedly. "Oh, I know you do," she purred. "And not that I'm objecting, but, uh…" She pulled her quiche from the oven, admiring the hue of the crumbled turkey bacon she had added. Smiling coyly, she poured Hotch a cup of coffee. "What brought this on?"

Hotch gave Emily one last kiss, before shooting her a dangerously handsome wink. "What can I say?" Taking the steaming mug from her hands, he made sure she was watching; and then, he sucked her essence off of his fingers. "I like my coffee with a little cream."

~.~.~

"You never did tell me what you did for Emily's birthday." Sean waggled his eyebrows suggestively. "How the two of you…celebrated."

Hotch rolled his eyes. "Look, Sean, I get that Emily and I are your only matchmaking success, but when you ask for every detail of our sex lives, it gets kind of ridiculous."

"I didn't ask about your sex life," Sean said defensively.

"You did yesterday."

"Just tell me how you celebrated, Aaron," the younger Hotchner deadpanned. "Where'd you take her out to eat, what gifts did you get her…things like that."

"Well, Emily made a really amazing steak dinner for –"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa." Sean shook his head. "You made her cook on her own birthday?" he asked outrageously. "Aaron, have I not taught you anything?"

Hotch's lips twitched at the corners. "Sean," he said, his voice expressing his borderline impatience. "If you'd just let me talk, you'd get the full story. No, I did not make her cook anything. And this was the day before her birthday, too. I wanted to take her out to dinner that night, but she said no and offered to cook instead; so we could stay in." Even as he said the words, an inexplicable rush filled his body. "Of course, I still wanted to take her out, so we decided we'd go somewhere nice on her actual birthday night. Well…I get to her place and she's made a chili lime steak –"

"Oh my God, steaks are her forte."

"I know."

"And I say that with all the jealousy in the world," Sean admitted. At his brother's silence, Sean bit back a groan. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'll shut up."

"So we eat dinner," Hotch continued, his mind already back in that happy place. "The steak was the best I'd ever had - no offense -, the salad was equally as good, partially because the vinaigrette she used matched so well, and the wine was perfect. And as we finish, Emily's collecting the dishes to put in the sink…then she mentions dessert. Apparently, she had made white chocolate truffles from scratch, but, uh…we didn't eat them that night. I'll just leave it at that."

Sean's eyes widened. "No, no, no, you are not leaving it at that."

"Oh, you're right, I forgot to tell you what I got her," Hotch teased.

"That's not what I meant," Sean grumbled. "But whatever. Let me guess: you got her roses."

"I did. Red, yellow, and white ones. And a jade necklace which she liked very much." His heart swelled as he saw her dazzling smile in his mind's eye.

Sean managed a grin. "Aaron Hotchner, a romantic? I never would've guessed."

Hotch snorted. "Are you kidding me? I've always been the romantic one. Now, you, on the other hand...'wham, bam, thank you, ma'am' seems to be your motto. What was it Emily called you again? A caricature?"

"Very funny," Sean droned. "I'll have you know that I just recently started seeing someone, thank you very much."

"Oh, really?" Hotch shifted his cell phone to his other ear in order to pull open the glass doors leading to the bullpen. "What does she look like? Blonde? Brunette? Red-head?" A beat passed. "Your hand?"

"Hey!"

Hotch barked out a quick laugh. "I'm sorry," he said hastily. "That was uncalled for."

But Sean was actually smiling. "Just for that, you have to tell me more about your night. I would've let you get off easily, because I'm naturally a nice guy, but no -"

"I get off easily enough, thanks." Hotch paused at Sean's uproarious laughter. There was just something about conversations with his younger brother that made him feel - and act - like a teenager again. "But let me put it this way," Hotch said finally, moving on up to his office as he spoke. "I may have finally found someone who truly tests my self-control."

Sean's smile was a proud one. "That good, huh?"

"Not just good," Hotch replied softly. "Perfect." She's perfect.

"I'm glad."

~.~.~

"So, you thinkin' of spending Christmas with your boyfriend?"

Emily leaned against the back of one of the restaurant's booths as she watched Sean close up for the night. "That depends."

Sean raised an eyebrow. "On?"

"Whether or not my boyfriend's charming brother will be joining us." Emily cocked her head to the side curiously. "Will he?"

Sean smirked as he locked the main entrance and began to walk back to Emily. "As much as I'd love to celebrate with you two lovebirds, I'm going to go up to New York that week, remember? To see the opening of the new restaurant near Madison Square Garden?"

"Oh, that's right. I was even telling Aaron the other day about how well our expansion has been faring," Emily recounted. "In fact, I was contemplating inviting him to the restaurant opening in Richmond, since you and I will be there as honorary chefs."

"Speaking of which, that event is in two weeks, and I still don't know what I should make."

Emily ran a hand through her hair. "Oh, you're right," she groaned. "I have no idea either. I told myself I'd brainstorm last week, but then I got...distracted."

Sean chuckled. "Well, Em, you could always make your famous chili-rubbed steak," he teased. "With some white chocolate truffles on the side, maybe?"

Emily turned away as she felt her cheeks begin to heat. "You heard about that, did you?" she retorted, biting back her laughter.

"I did; I heard nothing but high praise, in fact. I couldn't get him to shut up about it." Sean sobered. "But really, Emily...I know Aaron would love to have you over for the holidays. So, just...give it some thought, okay?"

Their gazes met; and with a small smile tugging at her pretty pink lips, Emily nodded. "I will," she promised. "I definitely will."

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