A/N: I am a complete and total piece of shit for not replying to all of you beautiful reviewers individually, but things have been a little crazy. I'm back with a vengeance though!

To Cinnamonfa, HPforever-after, ChofisGarcia, x-MJ-x, HGRHfan35, sarahb2007, lotani, charmony, KLa, LacytheDemonicWerewolf, lou3174, Rugbygirrl, renruta, claire-nicole, AlpineHolly, katp70, emmasong95, and greengirl82: The reviews were so amazing and inspired me so much that I went out and wrote 4 chpaters over my absence. Each chapter will be posted in the next 4 weeks in order. Stick around, it's going to get REALLY good.

To Michelle: Baby, you are amazing. Thank you so much for having my back, for being my confidant, and for always being my inspiration. So often you say one phrase or one word that will ignite an entire chapter. You're a huge part of my muse and a huge part of this fic. Thank you.

This is set after 4x12 Soul Mates and 4x13 Bloodlines

READ AND REVIEW PLEASE! I'd love to hear where all of you feel this should continue to go. Any ideas or themes you feel like throwing my way or anything in particular you wish to see, is always welcome. I love that some of my readers are able to look at the chapters and see their own input reflected, if you'd like to be one of them, don't be shy. :D

RATED M FOR A REASON!

Disclaimer in Chapter 1!

When everything goes to hell, the people who stand by you without flinching- they are your family. - Jim Butcher

Silence.

Just the soft sound of breathing feeling the room.

His hand tangled tightly with hers; his thumb stroking hers in slow circles.

Moments like this made her love him even more.

His scent mixing with hers as they sat in bed, with their backs pressed to the headboard as they mulled over the last couple cases which had fallen into their laps. Both cases involved the loyalty of a family. Both cases, like all the cases they got called in to investigate, involved the killing of innocent people. She'd never say that one case was worse than another but it certainly felt like the case they'd just finished trumped the one before it.

Nothing seemed to compete with the idea that families were killing the parents of little girls to steal them to become their son's wife. Breeders. It was a term she'd used in reference to the woman that she and Aaron had tag teamed up to crack. That woman wasn't a wife; she didn't know anything about being in love with her husband, about giving her heart to a man and praying that he wouldn't crush it. She was nothing more than a young girl who was stolen and used for her uterus.

Emily shivered as she ran her hand along the bump of her belly. Kathy Gray was the total opposite of Emily Prentiss. Where one was warm and compassionate with any child she came in contact with, the other was cold and scheming on how to kill that little girl's parents with her son and husband. Emily looked at Aaron as he worked his jaw and stared at the wall opposite their bed. She tilted her head and watched him for several moments before she tilted her cheek to his shoulder and let her forehead rest against his neck, "We can't save them all, Aaron."

Aaron shook his head and let go of her hand, instead opting to wrap his arm around her shoulders and kissed her forehead, "I'm not thinking about that. I know we can't do that." He swallowed, "Jordan..." He frowned and shrugged lightly as he spoke softly against her forehead, "Jordan said something earlier that got me thinking." He stroked her shoulder and licked his lips before easing her back so he could look into her eyes, "Do I take you for granted?" She raised an eyebrow and snorted softly, "You take me for granted?" She shook her head, "Never."

He nodded lightly and dropped his eyes before leaning back to the headboard again and working his jaw more, "She said that families take after their leaders. That I don't show much emotion..." Emily nodded and eyed him, one of her hands resting on his chest as she listened and let him speak. He needed it, that much was clear; he needed her to sit and listen as he worked through this thing on his own. "Am I cold? Frigid?" She met his dark eyes with hers and smiled slowly, her lips parting to reveal her teeth in a tender smile as she shifted her body to straddle his thighs. Her hands rested on his chest as she leaned forward and rested her forehead to his, "Aaron, you are many things. Cold and frigid will never be on that list."

She kissed him gently then leaned back, "You're professional. You're objective. You're detached from the things we see..." she poked the center of his chest lightly, "Sometimes." He gave her a weak smile and she traced her index finger along one of his dimples, "You don't let people see how emotional you can be, but I know better. I always have." Her hands guided his to her bump and she ran her hands softly along the back of his hands, "I wouldn't be here..." she kissed his forehead, "In your bed..." then kissed his right cheek, "Wearing your engagement ring..." then his left cheek, "Carrying your children..." then kissed his mouth gently before leaning back, "If you weren't able to be emotional and caring."

She ran her fingers back through his hair and massaged his temples with her thumbs, "Even right now, how you're worrying about this... it shows just how deep your emotions run, Aaron." His eyes drifted shut slowly as she massaged his temples to soothe him. She smiled as she watched him relax and felt his start to stroke her bump before he spoke again. "I felt horrible for Kate's dad." She barely paused for a second before sighing, "Why?"

His eyes opened and he brought his hands up to capture her wrists, "He hadn't seen her in a month and a half..." She raised her eyebrows but narrowed her eyes slightly, still unaware of just where this line of thought was going. "And..." Aaron's glassy dark eyes were shining in the dim light from the bedside table as he spoke, "We haven't seen Jack in 2 months. Between cases and Haley's own bullshit reasons, we haven't seen Jack and I..." he shook his head with a soft sigh, "If my colleagues tell me I don't show emotion, and I don't see my son enough..." He looked up at her and slid his hand along her cheek, tangling his fingers into her dark hair and running his thumb over her cheek, "Why would a woman like you want to be with me?"

She turned her head in his palm and kissed it gently, "Because a woman like me can see through all that shit and sees what a wonderful, loving, caring, gentle man Aaron is beneath the shell: the hard, armored shell that is Hotch." She looked into his eyes and shrugged, "I've always been able to see that, Aaron. Watching you these last two weeks with the families we encountered... you're not this cold, heartless man that people think you are. You're a warm, loving man who makes me feel like a fucking goddess... even with my thicker midsection and maternity band pants." She giggled softly, "You make me feel sexy and beautiful with just a little brush of your hand along my neck."

He smiled slowly and dipped his head until she caught his cheeks in her hands and tilted his head up, "And you make me feel loved every single time I see those dark eyes settled on me. I never doubt if your emotions are there. I can see them all in your eyes. They give away more than you know." She rested her forehead to his, "I know these cases took a lot out of us, Aaron. I know they did and I know that it's hard to be in those shoes and see how destructive some families are. We aren't them. We're not like that."

He nodded, causing her head to bob a little too and she pecked his lips tenderly, "My family's traditions don't include killing other family's to find mates for the children." She smirked, "Although my mother seems to think that her responsibilities are similar to that in a much less violent manner." Aaron laughed, his breath warming Emily's face as she leaned into him, letting her chest press to his, "And I know that you're not going to raise Jack to kill another family so he can find his bride. You're helping to raise that boy the right way. We both are."

Aaron hummed softly then eyed her carefully, "You're really good at that, you know?" She tilted her head, "At what?" Aaron brushed his thumb along her lower lip and smiled, "At making me feel better and making me forget my problems." She gave him a smug grin and raised her eyebrows, "I'm a profiler, Aaron. It's my job to read people... I just happen to know how to read your problems then fix them too." She winked and he laughed again as she traced her hands along his bare chest, "You know what you're good at?" He shook his head, even though his dark eyes gave away the evidence that he knew.

She slid her hips forward and brushed them against his as she tugged on his earlobe with her teeth lightly then licked along the shell of his ear before muttering lightly, "At making love to me." She kissed his temple again and pushed the blankets back from them, initiating the act that they hadn't participated in for over 2 weeks. She kissed him slowly as his hands traced her thighs then pushed the hem of her loose negligee over her bump then up her chest. She leaned back as he rid her of the blue satin and lace then resumed kissing him as his hands found solace on her breasts.

She moaned softly as his gun calloused fingers toyed with her erect and sensitive nipples, rolling them and lightly pinching them. He sat up straighter and bent his legs up to support her back as he leaned her back to them and sucked on her nipples; teasing one side with his mouth while his hand worked the other. She gasped at feeling his mouth on her and ground her hips to his slowly and methodically. Slow and steady wins the race, Emily. Slow and steady. Make this last.

Her fingers raked through his hair and gave it a slight tug, resulting in his teeth nipping at her nipple before he switched sides and began giving the other the attention that the first one had gotten. She whimpered softly and dropped her head back, exposing the long lean column of her throat as she worked against him over and over, "Aaron..." his name was a strangled gasp from her throat as she got lost in the feeling of his mouth and hand on her chest and his semi-erect length rubbing at her core through her panties.

Aaron eyed her from his viewpoint of ample cleavage and gave her nipple a firm suck then released it with a pop before gliding his hand to her core and pulling her panties to the side. He watched her closely as he ran his thumb along her clit and grinned in success as she gasped his name and her movements grew erratic. He rubbed her a little harder, not having to do as much as her body was so sensitive from her pregnancy. He slid his free hand up into her hair and tilted her head so he could watch her eyes as they darkened then locked onto his. She bit her lip, white teeth clamping down on her soft naturally raspberry colored lip before she released it with a soft cry.

"Thatta girl, Emily. Come on... Let me hear it."

She shook her head, silently pleading with him to give her everything she wanted from him. He smiled saucily and mirrored her by shaking his head as he pressed to her clit harder. Her jaw fell open in a silent cry and her eyes clenched shut as he added the pressure. Her hips rocked to his hand quicker and he swore she was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen; pregnant with his children and riding his hand to her climax. She'd never looked more beautiful or more like his own private porn flick. Her short nails sank into his shoulders as she cried out some indistinguishable word and he felt the wetness of her climax dampen her panties even more. He dropped his knees and laid her back, removing her practically dripping panties from her body before he slid off the bed and kicked off his own pyjama pants.

He kissed her bump slowly, communicating his love for her and their two children that were growing inside her. She sat up on her elbows to watch him through her dreamy, post-climax haze. One hand ran over his head as the other kept her up and he grinned at her before spreading her legs again. Her wide dark eyes grew impossibly wider and she shook her head slowly, telling him she didn't think she could handle more. He nodded and tapped his thumb to her clit, eliciting a soft whimper before she dropped to the bed on her back and fisted her hands in the comforter and sheet. He swirled the flat plane of his tongue around her sensitive nub then gave it a slow, deep suck releasing it with a pop and repeating it. She trembled beneath him and he grinned wickedly before sliding two fingers into her tight channel while his mouth secured over her clit and licked and sucked at the button of nerves that he knew would be her undoing.

Emily cursed him softly in her head as he drove her toward her second climax for the night. God damn over achiever. Never satisfied til he's gotten the best result he- fuck he's good at this- he can. She brought the knuckle of her index finger to her mouth and bit down lightly while trying to keep herself from giving into him. She'd make it hard for him alright; make him work to get her to scream. She grit her teeth so hard she was sure she'd either break the skin at her knuckle or crack a molar. Then he upped the ante and added a third finger to her core.

She let out a mangled scream of some affirmation that she knew she couldn't identify even if she wanted to and rocked her hips toward him harder. Soft commands sounded from her lips as his fingers and mouth quickly propelled her to her second climax. She opened her mouth and muttered softly, "God, Aaron... anyone who- fuck yes- doubted your ability to love just needs to- ah... harder- to witness what you do to me in bed." She dug her heels into the mattress and arched her back as stars exploded behind her eyelids and she released a second time, feeling him lap at her release like a cat licking up its milk. She dropped to the bed and he crawled up over her, "I believe you told me that I'm really good at making love to you."

She nodded weakly and reached her two hands up to cup his cheeks as he grinned and kissed her, sharing her taste with her and letting their tongues entwine for a moment before he sat back and brought her onto his lap. His legs bent up again, repeating the earlier position that had brought her so much pleasure and he slid into her slowly, letting his hardened length fill her inch by inch until her pelvis was seated directly on top of his and he was completely engulfed by her heat.

She was barely breathing.

How could she have forgotten how good he felt this deep inside her?

She rolled her hips lightly and felt him twitch in her channel, rubbing her g-spot. She yelped softly and he leaned up and kissed her, "Bounce baby. Ride me." She nodded and slowly began to undulate her hips on his length; up and down, up and down, then side to side in slow circles that drove him mad. He gripped her hips and moved them with her, guiding her a little faster but making sure she felt him twitching inside her with his evident need to release and fill her with the essence of his love. He began moving his hips in time with her, pumping in and out as she moved up and down, each stroke together took him deep inside her and each stroke apart, left him just on the edge of losing their connection.

He grit his jaw and growled out softly, "I love you. So fucking much. You are mine, Emily. All mine." She nodded weakly and murmured her reply, barely able to think, let alone speak, "Yours. Only yours, Aaron." He cupped the side of her neck in his hand and tilted her head to look at him, "Look at me." She blinked her eyes open lazily and stared at him, "Say it again." She nodded, "I'm yours, Aaron." He nodded and held her hips still as he began thrusting up into her harder. Her body bounced lightly with the strength of his thrusts but it was all him moving her. She cried his name sharply as her third climax ripped through her and her internal muscles clenched hard on his length.

The sudden tightness gripped him like a vice and he managed two more thrusts before burying deep inside her as he emptied everything he had inside her. The two sweaty forms collapsed to the bed, keeping their intimate connection as she laid on his chest panting and letting him wrap his arms around her and hold her gently. Several minutes passed by before his length slipped from her and she groaned a soft, "No."

He smiled weakly and rolled them onto their sides, keeping her pulled close to him and allowing himself to kiss her forehead then her mouth, "Don't ever let me take you for granted, Emily. I'd hate to lose you because I'm not giving you something that you need or desire. As soon as that happens... I want to be the first to know."

She nodded and touched his cheek, "Always, Aaron. Always."

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