The Girl in Red
"Aaron what are you doing?" Emily laughs happily as he runs a hand under her nightshirt. She is lying with her back to him and is still half asleep. He kisses his way down her neck to her shoulder as his hand moves upwards. She giggles and tries to get him to stop by moving out of his reach. "We can't do this now."
"Why not?" he asks with a smile.
"Because it's 8:30 on a Saturday morning."
"And…?"
"And we have a daughter, who is probably awake right now and she might be coming in here any minute asking for breakfast."
"If she was awake then she would have already asked for breakfast by now. And why can't she just make it herself?" he says running his hand along the side of her breast and kisses her neck.
She shivers and moves her back closer to his front. "Rebecca can't reach the cereal boxes by herself," She turns around in his arms and looks at him with a smile before she kisses him quick on the lips, pushes him into his back and straddles his waist, "and you were the one who told her she couldn't crawl onto the counter anymore."
He lays his hands on her naked legs and lets his thumbs run circles on her inner thighs. "Well the last time she crawled around on the counter she fell off and broke her collarbone. She is almost as clumsy as her mother," he says with a grin and leans up to kiss her, but Emily moves out of his way and smacks him lightly on the chest.
"I'm not that clumsy!" she says and places her hands on her hips. "Well maybe that's a lie, but at least it has been years since I last broke something."
Hotch smirks at her.
"What are you-" but before she even get's to finish her sentence he has swept her under him. The sudden movement makes her squeal loudly and he quickly covers her mouth with his not wanting her to wake any of the kids. She moves her hands up his bare back and lets them stay on his shoulder blades as she deepens the kiss. He moves so he is lying with one knee between her legs and she spreads them wider to make more room for him and so that he will not crush her with his weight. She cries out as he rubs his leg against her center, but he quickly stops again. "Did you hear that?" he asks looking towards the door.
For a moment they both stay silent and listen.
"I can't hear anything," Emily says with a smile and pulls her nightshirt over her head, leaving her only wearing purple and black stripped panties. Hotch grabs the duvet and covers the both of them with it before he leans down and kisses her again. His hand snakes its way down Emily's stomach to her panties. He stops just before sliding into the soft material and let's his fingers dance over the skin just above the edge of the panties. She moans and raises her hips to meet his as his mouth travels from hers, down her throat to her right breast.
"Mommy will you help... What are you...? Oh God!" Rebecca covers her eyes quickly as her parents more or less jumps away from each other.
Emily covers herself with the duvet. "Becky?"
"I can never look at you again!" the girl says and turns to walk out of her parents' bedroom with her hands still covering her eyes. "What were they thinking doing something like that with kids in the house," Rebecca mumbles to herself, but loud enough for Hotch and Emily to hear. She walks down to the kitchen and goes against her father's words by crawling onto the counter looking for the box with her favorite cereal.
She is still standing on the counter with her head in the cupboard when she hears her father's voice. "You know you're not allowed to be up there."
"But I'm hungry and I didn't know when you would be down," Rebecca says as he places his hands under her arms and lifts her down. She smooths out her yellow nightgown and then walks over to the dining-table to wait for her food.
"Do you want Coco Pops or those rainbow colored thingies?"
Rebecca rolled her eyes. "Daddy, I always have Coco Pops on the weekends. Jack is the one who eats the other things."
"Sorry Miss Hotchner, my bad," he says and fills the bowl with Coco Pops and milk and then puts it down in front of her. She looks from it and up to him. "What's wrong with it?"
"It's not the right bowl."
Hotch sighs. "I always give you cereal in that bowl."
"Yes on Sundays. Mommy usually makes my breakfast on Saturdays and she gives me my cereal in the white bowl with the stars on it." Rebecca pushes the bowl away and folds her arms over her chest.
"Seriously?" he asks tired.
"No," she pulls the bowl back and takes the spoon into her mouth, "but next time get it right," she says and pulls the spoon from her mouth as milk runs down her chin. Hotch shakes his head and sits on the chair on the other side of the table. A moment later Emily comes down the stairs dressed in her red silk dressing gown and sits down next to him. Both of them look at Rebecca while she eats and cannot find anything to say. They know they have to talk to her about what she just saw, but talking about sex with their 9 year-old daughter just seems so wrong. Both of them had hoped they would be able to wait to have this conversation for a few years. They had talked about where babies come from when JJ was pregnant with Eric, but this was something else.
Rebecca lays the spoon in the bowl and looks up at her parents. "Are we going to talk now?"
Emily clears her throat. "Yes we are."
"So about what you saw before," Hotch started.
"You were having sex."
"No!" Hotch and Emily quickly says.
"Then you were about to have sex."
Emily sighs. "What do you know about sex?"
"Sex is what adults are having when they are not making babies," Rebecca says, "well if they are drunk then sometimes there might come a baby out of it anyway."
"How do you know this?" Hotch asks.
Rebecca shrugs her shoulders. "From the others kids at school and from watching TV and things like that." They look surprised at her. "You do know I'm nine and not a little kid, right?"
Neither of them says anything so Rebecca gets up and carries her bowl and spoon to the dishwasher. She puts the things down and looks towards the staircase when she hears footsteps walking down. "Morning Jack," she says cheerfully.
"Morning Becky," he says tired and looks at his parents, who are still sitting quietly by the dining-table. "What's wrong with them?"
"I walked in on them having sex and then we had the sex talk," Rebecca says without even as much as blushing.
Jack looks from her to their parents and back to Rebecca. "Eww! It's way too early for a subject like that," he says turning on his heel and walks back up the stairs.
