Heyo, everyone! So here's a quick little story for Valentine's Day. There's no smut in it (I'm too big of a wimp). Thank you so much to my awesome beta, Juniperwindsong! I hope you enjoy the story, and as always, I love to hear y'all's comments!

Emily POV

I'm walking down the hallway of my school, my head buried in my book, when I run into the one person I can't stand: Aaron Hotchner. My book, sketchbook, colored pencils, and notebook clatter to the carpeted floor. I quickly bend down to start picking up my things.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, Em," he says, smirking down at me. "But you really should have been paying attention to where you were going."

So here's the thing about Aaron Hotchner: he and I used to be best friends, that is, until the beginning of ninth grade. We've known each other since first grade, and we became instant best friends. But now here we are, in tenth grade, and we can barely stand to look at each other. The reason we ended our friendship, you may ask? Because he became our high school's fuckboy.

"Whatever," I grumble.

"Here, let me help you," he whispers, showing me the soft side of him that I barely remember.

He crouches down. Picking up my sketchbook, he looks at the page it opened to when it fell. He traces his fingers around the figures- a boy and a girl holding hands as they walk beside water- with a look of awe on his face.

"This is amazing, Em. Even more beautiful than the drawings you made me years ago."

I snatch the sketchbook away from him and mumble a quick "Thank you" before I go rushing off toward my next class.

It's only after I have sat down at my desk and the bell rings that I realize I'm missing my notebook.

Shit.

Aaron POV

I stare after Em's retreating form sadly. I fell in love with her the moment I saw her, but even back then, I knew she was too good for me. Once we entered high school I started throwing myself at women to forget my feelings for her, to no avail. When she found out what I was doing, she broke off our friendship and every other connection we had.

It sucks being in love with someone you can't have.

I take a step in the direction of my classroom, but my foot hits something else she must have dropped. I lean down and pick up the item, only to realize that it's a notebook. I take it in my hand and walk to my next class.

Once I'm sitting down at my desk, I look down at the cover of the notebook. It's a simple composition, but what catches my eye is the label: Memories of Aaron.

All through the next hour of my class, I flip through the pages with pictures and written things she entered of us. Just looking at all of it brings tears to my eyes; I miss these moments so much.

Emily POV

So maybe I made a notebook filled with memories of Aaron and I because I wanted a favor from him… Before I ask him, I want to remember why he's the person I'm going to; he's the only person I trust to take my virginity.

Yeah, it sounds bad… okay, terrible… but all of my friends have lost their virginity, and I want to know what it's like. That, and my fingers and fantasies of him aren't doing it for me anymore.

Emily POV

"So… explain this to me one more time?" Aaron asks.

I cornered him a few minutes ago in a section of the hallway where no one will see us. Not that it matters; school is over, and everyone is rushing to get away from this God-awful place.

I groan and let my head fall backwards. "Just forget about it, Aaron," I say and start to walk away.

He grabs my forearm with a vice-like grip before I can take more than a few steps away from him. He turns me to face him. "I'm just confused. Why do you want me, of all people, to take your virginity?"

I try to read his face for something, anything, but it's devoid of any emotion.

What a confidence booster!

"Because, as much as I hate to admit it, you are the only person I trust enough to take it. If you do this for me, there will be no strings attached. Just like your other hookups," I state bluntly.

Aaron POV

I stare at her in disbelief. How can she expect me to do this all with no strings attached? Doesn't she realize she's the only woman I have ever loved? Regardless of my inner turmoil, I answer, "Deal. When do you want me to come over?"

She looks slightly taken aback at the fact that I have agreed to this deal of hers. Then she lets that breathtaking smile overtake her face. "Friday. My parents will be in Lord knows what country, so you can come over any time that works for you in the evening."

I nod in understanding. "My parents will be leaving the house at nine for the annual law firm's ball, so I will probably be at your place around nine-fifteenish. Sound good to you?"

"Sounds perfect!"

Emily POV

It's currently nine-thirteen p.m., and I'm freaking out. I bite my nails, but it does absolutely nothing to ease the anxiety curling deep within my stomach. I'm not anxious to lose my virginity; quite the opposite, actually. I've been anticipating this moment since I decided that I wanted Aaron to take my virginity, but now I don't know how to feel. I guess I feel scared of my feelings for him getting rekindled after they've been dormant for so long.

I hear a knock on my front door, and I rush downstairs. I stop at the door and smooth out the wrinkles on my outfit. Once I'm satisfied that I look decent, I open the door and come face-to-face with a gobsmacked Aaron.

Aaron POV

I go slack-jawed when she opens the door. She's wearing a sheer thigh-level red nightgown and lace panties with a matching bra. Her face is completely bare of makeup, and it makes her look even more beautiful than she already is. I feel my lower extremities reacting to the sight of her.

"You look… stunning," I manage to choke out.

She blushes and looks down at bare feet. "Thank you."

She steps away from the door and opens it wider. "Please, come in."

Emily POV

I lead him up to my extravagant room. I still hate how my mom decorated it. However, I did manage to get rid of the decorations on the wall and put up my own, which is the only reason why I have posters of my favorite bands plastering every inch of my walls. I hear Aaron close the door behind himself, and I turn to face him.

"Are you sure you want to do this, Emily?" He asks sweetly.

I nod. "Abso-poso-lutely!"

A smile tugs at the corners of his lips. "You sound like Garcia when you say that."

"Who do you think I learned it from? It sure as hell wasn't the Ambassador."

I rock back on my heels, biting my thumbnail.

"You still bite your nails?" He seems almost amused by this revelation.

I pull my thumb out from between my teeth. "Yeah, just not around the Ambassador. She would throw a tantrum if she knew I still bit them."

"I remember how much she hated it."

It's silent for a few minutes as we stand and watch each other. "So… how is this supposed to go? Something tells me that things aren't usually this awkward at the beginning. I would think it's usually 'hot and heavy', to quote Derek."

He throws his head back with laughter. "I can't believe you took sex advice from Derek! He's such a playboy."

I arch my brows at that. "And you're not?"

"Touche." He walks over to me and places an open-mouthed kiss on the outer shell of my ear. "However, I am supposed to seduce you."

This time, he kisses me on my lips, and I all but melt into his warmth. After a moment, he lifts me up and carries me to the bed. "Let me take good care of you tonight."

Sorry! I'm too wimpy to write smut, so if that's what you were hoping for, go read your favorite smutty scene! Sorry again!

He gets me ready, and then he makes love to me. Although it hurts when he first pushes into me, it becomes pleasurable. When we're finished, we lay down in my bed, snuggled up and completely spent.

"That was… wow," I breathe out, still breathless. I turn to face him and see he's smiling down at me. "What?"

He tucks a loose strand of hair behind my ear. "I'm in love with you, Emily Prentiss."

My heart stops. "You… you are?"

"I've loved you since the moment I've met you."

"You have?"

He nods. "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever met, you're brilliant, and you are passionate about everything you do. I love everything about you, Em."

After a few moments, he asks, "I said something wrong, didn't I?"

Reaching up and placing my hand behind his neck, I pull his lips down and kiss him. When we pull away, I say, "I'm in love with you, Aaron Hotchner."