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Previously on Resolution Diary:

"Cool!" Emily exclaimed, reluctantly letting Aaron's hand go to finish helping Jack. He gave her a quick wink before going back to his paperwork.

As excited as she was to spend time with Jack, she could not wait until he was asleep

"Fuck."

Emily giggled as they fell back against the bed, sweaty and panting but satisfied. He kissed her hard, wanting to let her know just how much he had enjoyed their romp around the sheets. They'd been quiet, having put Jack to bed after two stories and promise of breakfast before school the next day. They cleaned up quickly and got back underneath the covers. Outside of the other night, it had been years since either had someone in their beds.

"This is nice," Emily said with a sigh as he formed against her back, his arm snaking across her stomach. He made a mumbled agreement and the change in his breathing told her he was fast asleep. She followed soon after, drifting into a dreamless, sated sleep.

The morning brought heavier emotions to Aaron, the feel of her body still pressed against his making his heart swell. She smelled so good, felt so good and he never wanted to lose this. If he could wake up to Emily Prentiss every morning, his life would be better because of it. He knew she wouldn't be up for a little longer, so he stayed quietly behind her, wanting to enjoy every second with her. He kept his eyes closed, memorizing the way her body fit into his, the way her hand was placed gently on his across her flat stomach. It didn't matter if his left arm beneath her pillow was asleep or not. The smell of her wild hair in his face replaced his previous favorite smell. His chest felt tight with all the emotions running through him.

He never expected to be happy again. Not truly. He'd had only a month or so long romance with one other woman besides his late ex-wife. They hadn't gotten truly attached the way he was to Emily. That seemed like a lifetime ago, though, he realized. She had washed away his past in a way that was new to him. He had never been much of a dater, preferring to be alone than to have to open himself up to someone new.

Aaron couldn't help but remember Haley's last words to him. She told him that love was important. That he needed show Jack that he wasn't serious all the time. He had taken that to heart and worked the last five years to show their son truly what parental love was. He told him so many stories, showed him so many pictures of their time together. It got easier every year. The questions about his mom became less and less. He didn't even watch the videos on her birthday anymore.

There was no doubt that there would always be a piece of him that loved Haley, but a much larger piece of him was still left open to Emily. He knew she would respect that about him and it made him want her even more. He was ready to move on now. He had purpose, saw a future. It felt like it took so long to get there but also no time at all. He was used to moving slow in relationships but everything about Emily made him so open to wanting all these things with her as quickly as possible. He didn't want to waste any more time.

Perhaps it was the years of friendship, of working together, of trusting one another. Perhaps it was just the chemistry or the universe or God pushing them together in a way he never saw coming. Not one single part of him was hesitant and that should scare him, but all it did was excite him. He felt so lucky that she seemed to feel the same. They didn't need big shows and massive conversations to figure it out. Simplicity had always been Aaron's pace.

It was an undeniable truth that he was falling in love with her. There was the smallest voice telling him to slow down, to truly process all of this before just diving in. It was too late, though. It was like a snowball rolling down a freshly powdered mountain. There was no stopping it, and, truthfully, he didn't want to. He genuinely wanted to love her the way she deserved to be loved. He knew he would take the time they needed before he voiced it to her, not wanting to rush.

The reminder that they didn't have much time sounded in his mind but he shoved it back, not wanting to push every little thing. He couldn't see an ending where they weren't together. At the same time, he knew what was right, and knew that he had to do right by Emily and by his son. There were certain boundaries he wasn't ready to cross, so he wouldn't. That was only fair to all three of them.

"Good morning."

Aaron nearly jumped, so into his own thoughts he hadn't realized she was awake. "Good morning," he whispered, kissing the back of her head.

She patted his hand and stretched, turning slightly to give him a chaste kiss. "Do you have an extra toothbrush? I should have gone home last night to get my stuff."

"We can do that today after we drop Jack at school." At her questioning look, he continued, "Our assignments aren't live until Monday. We have today and the weekend off. And yes, I have an extra toothbrush in the closet in the bathroom."

Not being awake enough to answer properly, she gave him a sleepy smile and rolled out of bed. He barely contained a laugh as she walked to the bathroom, her hair a mess and her eyes still closed. He could definitely get used to seeing that every morning. He stretched, making a mental note to get her to sign the contract that he left in the car. He got up slowly, making the bed, folding their clothes from yesterday neatly at the foot of it. His eyebrow raised when he heard the shower turn on. The door opened slightly and his body buzzed in excitement.

"You coming?" she asked in a sultry voice, making the pants he'd just put on immediately tent.

His throat was suddenly dry. He could do nothing more than nod. He made it to the bathroom door in four quick strides, his clothes a trail behind him. She was already naked and stepping into the large shower, the glass door fogging up from the heat of the water coming from dual rain shower heads. It was one of the things that had sold him on the house. Never did he imagine using it for more than just his own pleasure after a long case, the water cascading from both sides on his back as he reached released.

Aaron knew he would never see the shower the same again, the visual of her wet, naked body enough to rid his brain of any previous memories. Her head was thrown back under the stream of hot water, her hair darker and slicked back beneath the weight of the water. He licked his lips, the way her breast gleamed in the light made his palms tingle. He wanted nothing more than to both burn this imagine to memory and ravage her all at the same time.

He slid the door shut behind him and immediately put his arm around her waist, ducking his head and kissing her right between her two supple breasts. Emily gasped, throwing her head back more, the feel of him placing hurried open-mouth kisses making her knees buckle. He would soon learn that her breasts were hyper sensitive, that she would have to cover her mouth to stifle a scream the moment his tongue connected with her hard nipple. He lavished her breasts in turn, his teeth grazing over the sensitive peaks, her legs parting, silently begging.

He didn't make her wait long, his need for her growing to the point of discomfort. Wanting to feel all of her, he replaced his lips at her pulse point, his left hand hurrying down her body and between those long legs. He moaned against her neck when he felt how ready she was for him. She gasped, two fingers dipping into her core, his palm cupping her sex in a primal way that had her seeing spots.

"Emily," he panted, "you're so sexy."

She blushed but his fingers rubbing her interior walls left any type of shyness behind her. Without warning, she grabbed his hand, pulling it from her body and turned around. She reached out and braced herself against the wall, bending at the waist, hoping he would understand. His cock throbbed, the view he now had one for the ages. Her soft, creamy white skin felt like heaven beneath his palms. He ran them the length of her back, one hand gripping her shoulder while the other traveled back down.

Aaron couldn't resist the urge to squeeze her firm ass cheek before lining himself up. He took a deep breath out and sheathed himself inside of her. The heat of the shower mixed with the blast of pleasure up his spine made him lightheaded. His fingers dug into her shoulder, her hips beginning to sway, wanting to feel every inch of him. He made the mistake of looking down as he pumped into her slowly. He watched her womanhood swallowing his erection, her juices glistening along his shaft.

"Emily," he warned when she slammed back into him, his balls slapping up against her thigh.

"Aaron," she gasped back, so close that she had to close her eyes to keep her composure. "Please."

He lost the last thread of control he had, pulling her slightly from the wall and pounding into her, the sound of their wet skin slapping together filling the room. He didn't care. His mother could have walked into the shower with him and he wouldn't have stopped. He watched her backside jiggle with the force of his thrusts, loving the way her back arched up, telling him he was hitting the right spots.

With pressure still on her shoulder to keep her in place, he reached around and tugged at her nipple, his eyes rolling as she barely covered the scream of her release. He held on for dear life as she convulsed around him, his release following hers. He made shallow, rough thrusts into her yielding core, coming deeply within her, his eyes unable to leave her beautiful body, making it just that much sexier.

They stayed like that, their combined release being washed away by the shower as it ran down her thigh. He finally gathered her in his arms, one going around her shoulders, the other around her stomach, holding her back to his front. It was an immeasurable amount of time, but finally he pulled back, his hand on her ribs telling her to stand still. He grabbed a loofah and some soap, her face the epitome of surprise as he began washing her.

They took turns, gently rubbing soap onto each other then washing it off. They didn't speak, just touched, caressed and sneaked a few kisses in the process. Emily had never felt so wanted in her entire life. The way his hands were on her body, how his eyes roamed and appreciated her was something she had never experienced before. He couldn't stop smiling at her and she loved the way his dimples showed up, something she rarely saw but always enjoyed. When he realized she was going to wash her hair, he made his exit, telling her to take her time. She grinned from ear to ear and playfully hit his fairly flat butt as he left.

Aaron quickly dried off and dressed in a pair of jeans and a plain black sweater. He made a mental note to get Emily home as quickly as possible so she wouldn't have to wear her same clothes from yesterday for long. He secretly hoped she came out in his clothes again. Something about it just turned him on. He roused Jack, who immediately asked if Emily was still there. After getting an affirmative answer, he jumped up and got dressed in record time.

Emily walked down into the kitchen, feeling silly wearing the clothes Aaron gave her yesterday, but also not wanting to wear the suit she'd worn to work. The way his eyes lit up when he saw her told her it was alright with him. She took in the site of the Hotchner men at work in the kitchen, Jack stirring the eggs carefully in the pan while Aaron flipped pancakes. How hot was that?

"Hungry?" he asked over his shoulder.

"Very," she said with a nod. "Worked up an appetite."

Aaron's eyes grew as big as saucers and he nearly dropped the pan he was holding. She winked and set the table, searching the many gray cabinets for all their necessary items. She made coffee, pulling down two mugs and adding a little sugar and a lot of cream to one and next to nothing to the other. She handed the former to her lover, pleasantly surprised when he leaned down for a quick kiss. Jack didn't even notice. She poured Jack his apple juice and asked if she could help. They both immediately said no. She laughed and sat down, watching them finish the task of breakfast together while sipping her coffee.

She could certainly get used to this.

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