A/N: This chapter is rated M for sexual content. Please skip it if you are uncomfortable reading about it. You can still enjoy the story with a T rating by just skipping this chapter.
Hotch took a deep breath, and pushed open the door to Kate's room. She had sat straight up at the noise, instantly alert, and he almost regretted waking her. Her hair was tousled, her face alarmed. Her hand was on the bed, he was sure it covered a gun. The pajama shirt was partially unbuttoned.
"I'm sorry," he said, instantly holding up his hands, seeing her visibility relax. She reached to turn the lamp on, and a warm glow bathed the small room. "You didn't answer your door, and I had to double check and see that you were okay."
"Did something happen?" She asked, shoving the covers aside and getting out of bed.
"No," he said, and she slowed.
She'd walked straight towards him, was now less than a foot away.
"I had a...feeling, that I couldn't shake," Hotch began, and found himself gazing down at her, found that she was gazing back up at him.
"What kind of feeling?" She asked, placing a small hand on his still extended arm.
He stared at her, his eyes taking in every detail. Her brunette hair, her warm brown eyes, how his pajamas had become unbuttoned and showed creamy, smooth skin that he was sure was angel soft.
His hand came to cup her face almost of its own accord. Kate almost nestled into her, her lips parting, her head resting on his hand.
"Can I kiss you?" He whispered, his words breaking a dangerous silence.
She nodded, licked her lips, and then spoke. "Yes," she said, but Hotch still paused, drinking it in, and she spoke again. "I want you to kiss me."
He leaned down, much slower this time. Their foreheads brushed. He felt her breath on his face. His lips touched her, once, barely, and he pulled away, pausing again.
"Hotch," she almost whimpered, and he shook his head, reaching for her waist.
"You called me Aaron before," he said, lifting her. Again, she was surprised, but she made it clear that this was an avenue that she welcomed. Her legs wrapped tight around his waist, and her hands now cupped his face, and she leaned over him, gazing at him.
Then she kissed him.
Kissing Kate Callahan was like remembering what it was like to be whole. The world melted away. He had no worries. Her lips were tender against his, and her whole body was so soft. His hands gripped her taut ass, squeezed hard, and harder when she moaned at his touch. He stumbled forward, his legs hit the bed, and they tumbled down. He was on top now, elbows bracing over her head, keeping his weight from crushing her small body. His knee went almost automatically between her thighs, and she gripped it tightly with her legs. The pajama shirt gaped, and her eyes were wide.
They'd paused too long, their thoughts were back. Hotch began to roll off of her, but Kate held tight when she felt the moment shift.
"Don't stop, Aaron," she whispered, and he knew he was lost-in this moment, in her eyes, in the way she looked at him, in how her body felt beneath him.
He kissed her again, and her hands braced against his chest, before slowly gliding down, gliding over his stomach, to the hem of his shirt. She was sliding her hands beneath it, making him moan, making him even harder than he had been.
She had to feel him, pounding against her soft thigh. She had to realize what she was doing to him, how this felt for him.
Her hands were on his stomach, skirting over the muscles, lingering in places that made him feel breathless. She reached to slide the shirt up farther, trying to tug it off and he paused to assist her, slipping the shirt over his head and throwing it across the room.
Her eyes were focused on his chest, on the dark hair, on the muscles, and he didn't miss how her line of vision followed the path downward, to the v that led down his pants. His erection raged, and she seemed to note the difference.
"Your turn," he said, and her hands went to the buttons. He stopped her, hands covering hers, absolutely enveloping them. "I get to do this," he almost growled, and she shivered as his fingers slipped through the buttons, easily working through them. He paused at the topmost one, and then undid it, letting the fabric fall aside.
He couldn't lie, he'd envisioned her breasts more than once, but his thoughts didn't compare to really seeing them. He could tell that she was more than a handful; Kate may have been peitite, but her breasts were anything but. Her nipples had pebbled on being exposed to cool air, and he knew that they'd jump at his touch.
He let his thumb brush over one, and she hissed at the touch, leaning up to meet his lips with her own. His hands closed over her breasts, massaging, touching, cupping, weighing them and moaning as her tongue slid over his lips, and he opened his mouth to her. One hand slid from her breast up to cup her face, hold her still so he could kiss her deeper. He rolled over, bringing her with him so that she rested on top, never breaking the kiss. She finally pulled away, breathing deeply, and Hotch could see her, sitting above him. Her thighs hugged his hips, his erection pounded underneath her.
She shifted, grinding against him, and he could barely breathe. Just last night he'd never thought he'd see her again. Surely he was imagining this.
But she was here. She was real. He pulled her down again, arms wrapping around her, lips pressing against hers again, and she kissed back eagerly.
She woke up from a dream, and Hotch was in her room. She couldn't help but run to him, wondering what he wanted, but once they were close...Kate was all in. She knew why Hotch was there, suddenly, even if he didn't. She knew what was about to happen.
When he kissed her, his lips brushing over hers in a caress, it ignited something deep within her. When he lifted her, and she kissed him back, their lips hungry and needy. When they fell onto the bed, something deep inside of her felt satisfied, for the first time in a very long one. And when his shirt came off, when he unbuttoned hers...She was ready for this.
She'd thought about these moments for a long time, wondered what it would be like to be under Hotch. The look on his face, the touch of his hands, the sounds he was making...all of them served to make her want this even more.
His lips on her breasts, tugging at her nipples, made her want to call out his name. He flipped them, and she was on top, feeling his erection beneath her. She wanted him inside her. She hadn't had sex in a long time; undercover work didn't make sex an easy or feasible option most of the time, and joining the BAU had effectively killed what little social life she'd had.
So she wanted this, really wanted it. She wanted Hotch, she knew he wanted her. She wanted to lose herself in these moments, before morning came and they regretted them again. Not that she would. But she wouldn't be surprised if Hotch completely shut down again, as he had this afternoon. She couldn't be sure what had prompted that, she knew he had so much on his mind, so she couldn't judge that. Not at all.
He pulled her down, kissed her again, and Kate was getting impatient. She just wanted him inside her, wanted to see what he would feel like, look like...even taste like. She tossed her hair, sitting back up and sliding off of him to slip her pajama bottoms off. She felt his gaze drift down to her stomach, her hips, the thatch of hair between her thighs.
"Your turn," she whispered, her voice failing her, and Hotch stood as well, his own bottoms quickly falling. She'd already been able to tell that he was sizable, and he didn't disappoint. "You need a condom," she began, but he was already shifting her back towards the bed, lifting her again, and laying her on her back.
"Yes," he said. "But not yet."
He'd spread her legs, and she couldn't help gasping when his fingers touched her thighs. She'd never been good at receiving oral, she'd always remained too much in her head, but here he was, his fingers moving on her thighs, rubbing in circles with his thumbs.
"Are you okay?" He asked quietly, and she licked her lips.
"I'm very okay," she said.
He ran his finger up and down her thigh again. "Is this okay?"
"Yes," she whispered.
He slid it back up, touching the curls at the apex of her thighs. "How about this?"
"Very good," she replied.
He leaned down, his fingers sliding inside her, into damp, slick heat. "And this?"
"Even better," she moaned, and his fingers worked inside her, in and out. His fingers were big, long, and rough. They pumped inside her, making her even more wet, and he took his time warming her up, until she was crying his name. "Hotch," she panted, and he grinned wickedly, getting closer to her. His mouth was so close to her core that she could feel his breath when he spoke. "It was Aaron earlier."
Then his mouth touched her, finding that sensitive spot, laving it with his tongue. Kate was so focused on him, on the pleasure he was giving, that everything else fled her mind. She was gripping tight to his shoulders, his hair. All she could focus on was him, on how he was making her feel. She was panting, begging him for mercy, and he was taking his time, drawing back when she got close until she cursed.
"Fuck...you," she managed, as he again thwarted her. He chuckled, deep and dark.
"I think you're the one getting fucked," he said smoothly, his tongue flicking out, and she moaned, her hands tightening on his shoulders. "Say my name," he ordered, and she moaned again as his tongue swirled over her. "Then you can come."
"Aaron," she whimpered, and his fingers slid back inside, starting a double motion.
"Again," he ordered, and she almost screamed his name into the dark room as he made her come, pounding against him.
"Aaron!"
Kate was gasping, shuddering beneath him as she came against his mouth and hand. He hadn't made a woman come like that...well, ever. His sex life had always been good, but Kate's reaction was so genuine, so strong. He wanted to be inside her even more now, and he kissed her forehead. "I'll be right back," he said, walking gingerly down the hall to his own room. He grabbed the condom from his night stand, and was back as soon as he could, finding that Kate had propped herself up on the bed.
"Are you still okay with this?" He asked. He'd given her pleasure, but he wouldn't presume.
"Of course I want this," she whispered, coming to a kneeling position at the edge of the bed. She wrapped her arms around his neck when he got close enough, kissing him deeply. He opened the wrapper, slid the condom over his member, and then, after checking one more time, slid into her. She was tight, warm, the best he'd ever felt.
They shifted positions, and he slid deeper inside her, groaning at the depth he achieved. His movements were slow, careful.
Kate met his gaze deliberately, speaking carefully. "Aaron," she said.
"Kate," he replied, wondering what she was about to say, his voice measured.
"I'm not breakable," she said, her hands tightening on his arms. "Please don't treat me like I am."
He swallowed, realizing what she was saying, and started to move in and out, making her moan, making himself moan. "You can go harder," she managed, and he almost lost it then and there. He'd always been told that he could be rough, get a little too strong.
He let himself pound into her, and she was pulsing underneath him, her body an almost perfect fit.
She was a perfect fit. For the team, the BAU. For the hole in Hotch's heart. There were so many things he wanted to do.
He came then, as he reflected on how much they had to look forward to. He came, shattering inside her, making her cry out again, and he finally fell onto her, careful to brace himself so she didn't have to bear his full weight, but he just wanted to feel her soft body underneath his for a moment, wanted to stay like this, pause this moment.
He rolled off of her, disposed of the condom, and came back to bed, sliding in beside her. He wanted to speak, wanted to talk about what had just happened, but he saw the look on her face, and he shook his head, leaning to kiss her again, slow and soft.
That could wait until morning.