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Warning: dark&twisty/ (light) smut


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XXXIV

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Never Enough But Always Too Much

(The Color In Anything/April 2010)

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The silence between them is terrifying. The tension is even worse.

Emily stares out the passengers side window biting her lip, while he watches the road with his hands clenched tightly around the wheel.

There couldn't have been a more inconvenient moment to get stuck in a traffic jam.

"Why are you so pissed?" She asks him all of a sudden and Aaron can't help but stare.

"Are you serious right now?"

Emily returns his gaze, unflinching. "Yes, Aaron. I'm serious. Why are you so fucking pissed?"

He laughs.

"Fine. Let me get the facts straight. You're not only sleeping with Reid, but that guy from Italy too. And if that isn't bad enough already, there's a third. You're seriously surprised I'm pissed?"

"I told you, Aaron. I don't do commitment."

"No," he shakes his head. "You never said that."

Emily scoffs. "I'm damn sure I said it exactly like that."

"Don't you think I would remember something like that?" he throws back and watches as Emily bites her lip furiously. She looks like she wants to say something else but doesn't. Aaron turns his head away.

"Anyone else I don't know about yet?" He asks her, even though he isn't sure if he even wants to hear the truth.

Emily remains silent.

"How many?" He mutters, pinching the bridge of his nose, wishing he never asked about Rawson in the first place.

"I didn't count," Emily admits and there's something in her voice that makes him look at her. She's staring at her hands, her face hidden behind her dark silk hair and it takes all of his self control not to reach forward to brush it behind her ear.

"Why?" he asks. "Am I not enough for you? Am I doing something wrong?"

"This isn't about you, Aaron," she says, her eyes meeting his. "It's just me, do you understand? It has nothing to do with you."

"How am I supposed to understand that?"

"I never promised you I'd be faithful," she says, all calm and self assured and he wishes she would quit that for one fucking moment. "It's just sex, Aaron. It doesn't mean anything."

"Are you listening to yourself, Emily?"

"I feel nothing! Don't you get that?" She finally snaps, her eyes burning with anger.

"What does that even mean?" Aaron exclaims. "I love you," he adds, just a little too bluntly. He pretends not to see her flinch. "I won't keep sharing you. Not with Reid or anyone else. This is it."

"What are you saying?"

"What I'm saying is," he mutters harshly. "That if you can't stop doing whatever the hell it is you're doing, I can't keep being with you, Emily."

He regrets it as soon as he says it, but it's too late.

When she opens the door to get out of his car, in the middle of the fucking road no less, he doesn't try to hold her back.

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He knows the moment he sees her walking into the bullpen, wearing a goddamn skirt, five days later.

"That's not going to work," Aaron warns from his place behind his desk when she stalks into his office. She stays quiet, nonchalantly locking the door behind her. There's a smug smile on her lips when she shuts the blinds.

"Stop it, Emily," he tells her and he thinks he actually means it, at least a little bit, but she's not listening. And of course not. He's not sure she ever has.

She makes her way towards him, her eyes never breaking away from his. "Stop that," Aaron mutters again, his voice firm. Yet, he's not doing anything to stop her, either. He knows he's already given in even when he doesn't want to.

"You sure about that?" She muses with a smirk as she straddles his lap effortlessly. His eyes grow wide when he realizes she's not wearing panties.

"For fuck's sake, Emily," he groans, not only in frustration but longing.

She chuckles, her dark eyes turning black and he reaches for her, pulling her flush against his chest with his hands on her back.

"I thought this wasn't going to work," she taunts him. Her lips brush against his when she bends closer.

"It's not," Aaron assures her, his grip tightening to emphasize his words.

Her eyes glisten daringly when she slips her hand down his chest and just a little further, working his zipper with ease. There's no point denying his obvious reaction, his body betraying his words almost painfully while she frees him with skillful movements.

They've done this before, countless times. Yet this time it's different. It's not just risky or dangerous, no, it's borderline insane. The walls of his office are too thin. There are people sitting out front, in the middle of a fucking work day, and not only those he trusts.

"Emily," he growls, but the word gets stuck in his throat when she moves again.

For one moment his mind goes completely blank.

He has her pushed back up on his desk only one heartbeat later, rough and fast and just the right way. Something shatters on the floor but he only thrusts into her harder. The fire in her eyes tells him all he needs to know.

Aaron bends closer, his lips trailing down her neck. The sounds she makes are almost enough to push him over the edge right then. Her fingers are in his hair, tugging him closer, deeper, and he moves just in time to press his lips against hers to swallow her moans.

It's already too much and yet it's not enough. It never is. It never will be.

He's close, fucking close, but she is too.

A knock on the door makes him stop dead in his tracks.

He stills, tethering dangerously on the edge while he draws back ever so slightly. Emily gasps. Her eyes find his and he knows that if he moves just an inch, just a little, he sends them both into oblivion.

There's another knock on the door, a little more persistent this time, followed by Dave's voice. "Aaron?"

"What?" He snaps, outright annoyed and just the tiniest bit out of breath. There's a pause.

"We got a case."

"I'll be right out," Aaron mutters, faintly aware of the deep laugh that follows from outside his door before Dave walks away.

For a moment, there's nothing. Just Emily staring back at him, her eyes filled with desire and longing. And love.

He knows it then and there. There's no letting go. Not now. Not ever.

I'm going to marry her.

He quietly counts to ten before he finally moves, his gaze locked with hers when he thrusts into her one last time.

It's all it takes.

They fall over the edge together, shattering, his lips pressed against hers to keep them both from making a sound.

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