Disclaimer – I do not own any of these characters. I just play with them. And make them play with each other.
Warning – Not work safe. 18 and over only.
Previously on Resolution Diary:
"Do you trust me?" he asked, pulling back ever so slightly, his lips still hovering on her.
"Yes," she responded instantly.
"Good." She could hear the smile in his voice. "Come upstairs with me, Emily."
She nodded, not trusting her voice. He gently pulled back, using his hands to guide her legs back to the ground. He took her hand and lead her upstairs to a bedroom just off the left of the stairs. She had been in here once, helping him to pack for a vacation with Jack many months ago. There was a queen sized bed in the middle of the room, a basic dark wood headboard standing out against the plain white wall, his pillows and comforter an unassuming dark gray. There were two matching side tables and a large black dresser, but otherwise the room was quite empty. Only a few pictures of Jack on one side of the bed would give away that someone inhabited the room.
Emily followed his lead of taking off her shoes and socks, piling them next to his. Their eyes stayed locked as they both began undressing themselves. His jacket, her blazer. Her tank top, his undershirt. His belt and pants, her slacks. He paused when they were down to just a pair of black briefs and her dark blue bra and panties. He backed himself up to the bed, his eyes staying trained on hers, and he slid onto it. She followed him, laying on the opposite side, facing him. She sighed, his arm wrapping around her waist, pulling her to him. They molded themselves together, their legs intertwining with a familiarity that surprised him.
He hummed his approval, her skin pressing against his, her warmth so welcoming to his normally cold bed. Aaron propped himself up with his arm and Emily followed suit. He ran his fingertips over her bare skin, enjoying the way her eyes slid shut and her kiss-swollen lips parted. She felt his arousal for her pressed against her abdomen and she wanted nothing more than to remove all barriers between them. She mirrored him, her arm going over his in order to roam his back, loving the muscles flexing beneath her hand as he continued down to explore her hip. Her hand slowly found it's way down his back, only to come back up his arm and eventually to his face. She stroked his cheek and guided him to her, tilting her head in order to kiss him fully on the mouth. She deepened it, playfully swiping her tongue across his lips.
He groaned in response, causing something in Emily to snap. She pressed against him, purposefully tilting her hips into his. A gasp escaped her when he deftly unclasped her bra, sliding it down her arm, the garment falling to the bed, becoming trapped between them as he drew her torso to his. Her breasts pressed against his chest and he couldn't stop the moan that arose in his throat. She surprised the both of them, her leg rising higher up on his and, with her other leg, pushed off the bed, using her momentum to flip him onto his back. She straddled him, draping herself over him, her midnight hair creating a curtain around them as her lips found his. She flung her bra haphazardly, not caring where it went.
His arms went around her back, keeping her tightly against him, the feeling of her skin on his almost enough to bring him to an early end. Their kiss turned more and more passionate, Emily setting him off as she slid down, her pelvis meeting his. She rocked against his obvious arousal, moaning when his hands grasped her hips, pressing her against him. With what seemed like super human speed, Emily pushed herself away from him, making her way down his torso to his legs, her fingers hooking in his briefs and all but yanking them off. He didn't stop her, enjoying seeing the sheer lust in her eyes as she looked back up at him. She briefly got off the bed and removed the only scrap of fabric left between them.
He sat up, reaching out a hand for her. She shook her head and pressed a hand against his chest, silently instructing him to lay back. If this was truly the last time she would allow this to happen, she wanted the full experience. Her hands ran up his muscular legs as she seductively crawled back up the bed, stopping midway, surprising him. He barely had time to register what was happening before she had those lush lips wrapped around the tip of his pulsing member. Her hand held the base, keeping him in place as she took him in her hot mouth, nearly gagging but enjoying the feel of his smooth skin against her tongue.
"Fuck, Emily," he ground out, his hands threading into her hair.
Aaron grunted in response to her humming around him, the vibration oddly erotic. He had every intention of pulling her off him, flipping her and pounding into her until there was nothing left. But this beautiful woman swirled her tongue around the tip of him and he couldn't bring himself to stop her. She sucked in her cheeks, creating a vacuum around him and he knew he was about to meet a quick end. He pulled on her hair, just hard enough to get her attention. He watched her smile around him, understanding his nonverbal plea. She practically swallowed him once more before releasing him with a dramatic 'pop'.
"Ruining my fun," she said with a fake pout.
He couldn't help but laugh, the sound of it making her heart skip a beat. She reached out and kept pressure on his chest, knowing the look on his face was one of dominance but she wanted to keep having her fun the way she wanted to do it. He allowed her to, going stone still, unsure if he could handle not being in full control. The smile she gave him made him instantly relax. The trust he had in her outweighed the carnal side of him, which was new territory for him. He took a deep breath and nodded, enjoying the way her eyes got darker.
Emily settled her knees on either side of his hips, her hand reaching down to grasp him, lining him up with her soaked core. She slowly lowered herself, her eyes rolling to the back of her head, his cock stretching her deliciously. She heard him curse, his large hands finding her hips and squeezing, his control teetering dangerously. She paused once he was fully seated inside of her and adjusted herself accordingly.
"Trying to kill me," he said through gritted teeth.
She laughed, causing her to pulse around him. She leaned down, kissing Aaron briefly before bowing back, proud to show off her body to him. She didn't go to all those yoga classes for nothing. His heart pounded his chest, loving her confidence and the way she presented herself to him, her hands reaching back to use his thighs as support. She moaned wantonly as she rotated her hips, feeling him deep within her walls. She closed her eyes and tilted her hips up before coming back down. He could hear, feel and see just how wet she was and it made it that much better. Using her legs, she raised herself up before dropping back down roughly.
"Emily," he warned. He felt how his body was responding to her and he didn't want to embarrass himself.
Emily just smiled and kept going, loving the way his fingers dug into her hips. So when one hand disappeared she nearly spoke of her disapproval. He replaced it on her clean-shaven mound, his thumb dipping between her folds, gathering her juices and spreading them up to her little bundle of nerves. She cried out, a jolt going straight up her spine and back down through her stomach. She rode him faster, racing him to completion. She pulled her lip into her mouth, biting until she almost broke the skin.
"Come on, Em," he panted, barely hanging on but not wanting to miss seeing her through her release. She moaned in response, releasing her lip and crying out as he pumped his hips in time with hers. "There you go, come on. Come for me."
"Fuck," she all but screamed, squeezing her eyes shut and clutching his thighs, not caring it would leave bruises. "Fuck, I'm coming!"
"Yes, yes, yes," Aaron breathed, encouraging her, knowing he was following her over the edge.
Emily called out his name and that was his ending. Her back arched more, every nerve in her body lighting on fire in the best way possible, his thumb pressing insistently into her clit, her walls convulsing and her mind went completely blank as she came around him. She milked him for all he was worth, his thighs shaking, a loud moan being ripped from him, the feel of her pulsing around him just too much. They rocked into each other a handful more times before her body went lax, her mouth open and her chest rising and falling with heavy breaths.
One hand went to her ribs, pulling her down fully on top of him, loving the feel of her heated skin on his, the other threading into her tousled hair. He guided her mouth to his, kissing her gently as they came down from their highs, their bodies still connected in the most intimate way. Their kiss ended naturally and he held her, his face burying into her hair, hers into his neck. They laid there for an immeasurable amount of time, neither ready to face the reality of the situation they were in. It was Aaron who finally popped their bubble.
"We have to talk," he whispered into her hair.
"Can we just pretend we don't have to?" she asked with a laugh.
"I wish we could," he sighed.
Emily nodded, knowing he was right. They spent another few minutes like this, neither ready to give in. They cleaned up slowly, taking time to languidly kiss between each small task, Aaron even once feeling her up just a little as they passed each other in the doorway of the bathroom. He shut the bathroom door and exhaled a breath he'd been holding. The moment he never thought would come to pass was moments away. He cleaned up quickly, not wanting to assume what their conversation would be. He didn't want to admit to himself that he was a little nervous about what her response may be.
Aaron grabbed them each a plain black t-shirt and matching black sweatpants. Emily thanked him, the laughter in her eyes obvious. The image of Aaron Hotchner in what he considered pajamas was wildly amusing, but the seriousness in his eyes kept her from voicing her amusement. She admired his taste in quality, the shirt and pants both breathable and soft. She waited for him, not knowing where this conversation was taking place. She was surprised when he scooted back on the bed and indicating her to come up as well. She sat cross-legged at the end of the bed and he mirrored her position from the top.
"So," he started, taking a deep breath before looking her directly in the eyes and continue, "the team is splitting up for a brief reassignment effective immediately." He held up his hand as she opened her mouth. She promptly shut it. "Everyone but me is divided up in pairs. This is a contractual reassignment. It was previously six months, but I talked the board down to six weeks to start. That is what the contract is for, nothing more, nothing less as of right now. The other teams are having serious team building issues and they want to give them the benefits of teams that have been together for long periods. I'm thankful we're one of them."
"Who am I paired with?" she asked the moment he stopped speaking, hoping with ever fiber of her being it was the man sitting in front of her.
"JJ," he responded, and was surprised to see disappointed sweep her features.
"And you?"
"I'll be heading Johnson's unit with him. He's the newest to managing a team and they want to make sure he's guiding them properly. Everyone has signed willingly. I know this is a lot," he said comfortingly, able to read the frustration in her face. "But it's for the greater good of the BAU as a whole. If we're able to help them, the caseloads will be manageable again. We were on stand down so long because they thought the more field work they had, the more they would become cohesive but it's not working. They need proper direction and haven't been getting it."
"So you need me to sign on to this?" she asked. "What happens if I don't?"
He could tell she was asking strictly out of curiosity and not out of planned defiance. "You would most likely be either put on desk duty, force reassigned to another unit or put on a temporary leave. I wouldn't want that for you."
"No," she agreed. "I wouldn't embarrass you like that, either. But why did you bring me here to tell me? Give me a nice send off?"
They both couldn't help but laugh. But when his face turned serious it killed off all momentary lightheartedness.
"I have a question I'd like to ask you, and I would like you to be very honest with me, Emily."
She nodded, unable to find the right words in her vocabulary to respond with anything coherent. He looked her directly in the eyes, knowing what he was about to ask would potentially change their dynamic. He wasn't sure he was ready.
"If our jobs were not an issue, would you want to be with me? Romantically."
Emily couldn't stop the laugh that left her even if she tried.
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