Reunion continued... I hope you like this chapter, I personally think it's rather lovely :)

Hotch put the kettle on, then decided he would tidy up his files as he waited for her to finish her conversation with her mother. By the time she came into the kitchen, the tea was ready and he passed the mug to her.

Emily took a sip and closed her eyes in delight. "Thank you, this is sooooo good. I've missed my favourite jasmine tea. I couldn't get this brand in France. Wait," she wrinkled her nose at him. "This isn't from before I left is it?"

"I had to brush some cobwebs off the box in the cupboard, but I'm sure the teabag's fine." Hotch's lips twitched at her wide eyed look. "Just kidding. I bought a new box just a couple of months ago, you've got me hooked on them too. I don't like having coffee in the evenings when I'm home."

"You are such a tease." She rolled her eyes at him. "Wow, and I used to think you were a stuck-up prude." She gave him an expectant look over the rim of her mug.

His only response was to raise his eyebrows slightly. "I am not taking that bait, you little devil. What did your mother say?"

"She's going to fly in tomorrow lunch time. After the shock wore off she wasn't happy at all as you can imagine, but I think she's getting over it." She put her mug down and walked over to him, slipping her arms around his waist. "So, we've got all night and all tomorrow morning to ourselves. Well, that's if you can tear yourself away from your files." She glanced over at the precarious stack of files sitting on one side of the dining table.

"Hmm...let me think. Should I write reports or take an incredibly beautiful, intelligent, warm and funny woman to bed?" He smiled at the extremely pleased expression on her face.

"Is that what you really think of me or are you just saying that to get into my pants?" she teased, reminding him of their conversation in Paris.

"I need to give you compliments to get into your pants? Really?" He somehow managed to keep a straight face.

She smacked his arm. Hard. "Are you saying I'm easy, Aaron James Hotchner?" She gave him a glare.

"Oh, no, I won't dare to say that," he said, finally giving her a smile.

"Actually," she slid her arms around his neck, pulling him down towards her, "I'm pretty easy when it comes to you." Their lips met slowly. Emily gave a hum of appreciation as Hotch leisurely slid his tongue into her mouth, touching his tongue with his. By the time the kiss ended, Hotch's temperature had gone up several notches and they were both breathing rather heavily. "Wow, your lips really are lethal," she breathed as she lifted her head. "I am sooooo glad the women around you are blind."

Hotch grinned. "Or maybe you are. I'm pretty sure all they see is an almost middle-aged, frustrated single dad with a permanent frown on his face. Definitely not spouse material."

"Hah! Little do they know that underneath that permanent frown is this amazingly tender man who makes me laugh, an awesome dad and..." she paused for dramatic effect, "the best lover a woman could even wish for. I promise that after tonight you won't be frustrated ever again. Because my body is yours for the taking. Anytime." She gave him a smile full of seductive promise.

"Really?" Damn, he had planned to do the honourable thing and let her sleep tonight after her long flight, but that plan was rapidly changing to much less honourable thoughts. And actions.

"As long as your body is mine."

"I'm all yours, sweetheart, do what you like with me." The more wicked, the better, he thought, smiling at her devilishly.

A flash of reflected light caught his eye as she turned around. He stopped her, drawing her close to him with her right hand. He looked down at her fingers. He couldn't believe he hadn't noticed it earlier. "You're still wearing my ring." Wonder filled him. He had hoped, but never expected her to still have it on.

She looked at him quizzically. "Of course I am, why won't I be?"

Hotch shook his head, unable to answer. He slowly twisted the ring until it came off her finger. He had planned it all in his head these past few months. How he was going to propose to her. First, dinner in that new Italian restaurant in town, then a drive to the harbour, then the actual proposal on the softly lit jetty. He knew how much she loved being near water. But this moment suddenly felt right.

He took her left hand in his and as he looked deep into her dark eyes, the questioning look on her face slowly turned to wonder.

"Emily Grace Prentiss, will you make me the happiest man in the world and do me the honor of becoming my wife?" Hotch could feel his heart racing. Please say yes. Please.

Tears started to form in her eyes. "Yes," she whispered, giving him the most incredibly beautiful smile he had ever seen, joy radiant on her face. He knew at that moment that he would never forget this look on her face as long as he lived.

He gently pushed the ring on her finger, then brought her hand up to his lips.

"I love you, Emily Prentiss," he said softly.

"And I love you, Aaron Hotchner," she murmured as their lips met.

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