December 20th, 2013 - 11 weeks old

Beth stood in her bathroom with the breast pump shoved in her nursing bra while she curled her hair. Getting ready to go out definitely looked different than it used to and she couldn't seem to decide if she was nervous or excited for her first time away from the baby. Hotch popped his head in through the doorway.

"Jack is watching a movie and Luna is asleep in the bassinet. There's bottles in the fridge in case she gets hungry and I showed your mom how to warm one up and where all the baby stuff is. Is there anything I'm forgetting?"

"I don't think so, I went over a bunch of it with her while you were still at work too. I'll be ready to go in 10 minutes. Will you take this for me?" She asked as she undid the breast pump and handed him the bottles half full with milk.

"Sure. I'll wait downstairs." He gave her a peck on the cheek before heading downstairs to put the milk in the fridge.

Beth finished up her hair and makeup before deciding on what to wear. She wanted to look hot; for herself and for Aaron. But she was breastfeeding which made things tricky and it was snowing outside. Not to mention she had to say goodbye to her mother who was staying with them for the holidays and had generously agreed to babysit. For some reason it felt more embarrassing for her mother to see her in a skimpy outfit at 38 than it did at 18. Finally she decided that she was overthinking the whole thing and threw on black skinny jeans with a black sweater. Pulling on her favorite ankle boots she kissed her sleeping baby on the head before meeting her fiance downstairs.

"You look beautiful," Hotch told her.

"Thank you!" She smiled at him before kissing him gently on the mouth.

"Alright you two, get out of here before you make me another grandchild out of wedlock."

Beth rolled her eyes. "Mom. Stop."

"Thank you for watching the kids, Rosie. We really appreciate it. You have both of our phone numbers if you need anything or have any questions?"

"Yes, I have the phone numbers but we will be just fine. Get going, you two! You deserve a night out."

Beth leaned over the back of the couch to kiss Jack's head.

"Bye bud. Be good and we'll see you in the morning."

"Bye mom. Bye dad." He responded, eyes glued to the movie he was watching.

Hotch ruffled his hair.

Beth got into the passenger seat and Hotch sat behind the wheel backing them out of the garage. They had decided to go out for drinks and dancing for the first time in almost a year and Beth was excited for adult alone time. Hotch placed his hand on her leg as he drove and her skin warmed under the denim.

Walking into the bar hand and hand Beth got a flash of her past life. This place had been a favorite for pre-Luna date nights and evenings out with the team. There were pool tables, darts, dancing and of course, drinking.

They made it to the bar and Hotch ordered her a gin & tonic while getting an old fashioned for himself.

"Cheers," she said as she held her glass up to his.

Hotch clinked his glass into hers. "Cheers."

They each took a long swig of their drink before leaning into another for a kiss. Hotch barely pulled his lips from hers.

"Want me to smoke you in some pool?"

"You're on, Hotchner."

She happily watched as he skillfully arranged the balls before lining up the cue ball and taking his shot. The balls seemingly went everywhere and she watched as one fell into the corner pocket.

"Guess I'll be stripes." He winked at her before lining up his next shot. He managed to sink two more balls before narrowly missing the side pocket.

"How nice of you to finally let me have a turn." She remarked sarcastically.

Surveying the pool table she found her best shot. She envisioned bending over next to him and letting Hotch stare at her ass but unfortunately her shot was on the opposite side of the table as him and she wasn't going to sacrifice her win to give him some eye candy. Unexpectedly as she leaned over to line up her cue her sweater hung low in front of her giving Hotch a straight shot view down her shirt. His eyebrows raised.

"Like what you see?" She smirked at him. Grateful to have changed out of her nursing bra and into a slightly less practical but much cuter bra. She proceeded to expertly execute her shot and was thankful for her dad for teaching her how to play at a young age. She walked around the table grateful the cue ball had ended up exactly where she wanted it to.

"Excuse me but you're in my way." Beth joked with him.

"Am I?" He asked her, pulling her in for another kiss. She smelled fucking glorious and she tasted like a hint of Christmas. Probably thanks to the gin. After a few moments Beth pulled away.

"Trying to distract me, Hotchner?" She asked him, feeling slightly breathless.

"Absolutely not. Just like I know you're not trying to distract me with your seductive billiards poses."

Beth grinned at him.

"You've known since our training days that I'm competitive, and I don't always fight fair."

"I am absolutely not complaining." He told her, before kissing her again.

Beth felt so warm and happy pressed up against him. It felt good to know that they were still them despite their lives rapidly changing around them.

This time Hotch pulled away first.

"Alright woman, take your shot and I'll stop distracting you."

"Just for the record, I wasn't complaining either." She told him before lining up her next shot.

The rest of the game went more quickly as they kept up their banter but kept the kissing to a minimum.

"Corner pocket," were Hotch's final words before he sank the 8 ball and effectively won the game.

"Rack 'em up, we're playing again." Beth told him.

Beth successfully won the next two games as they nursed their second drinks of the night.

"Want to dance?" Beth asked him.

"Oh so you win best of 3 and we immediately stop playing? I see how it is." Hotch teased her.

Beth took a swig of her drink and stepped closer to Hotch so their bodies were touching.

"We can keep playing pool. Or we can go to the dance floor and I can grind my body against yours in a perfectly indecent but somehow acceptable way. Your choice, Aaron."

"Let's dance." He said, before setting their empty glasses down on a table and leading her to the dance floor.

Beth giggled at his eagerness but let herself be guided by him. They made it to the dance floor and Hotch pulled her close to him. She kissed him as their bodies swayed to the music, his hands wrapping around her waist to keep her body flush against his. Beth was surprised at his ease with PDA tonight, it was unlike him to be so openly affectionate in front of strangers, but she wasn't mad about it. Like it or not a new baby had definitely dampened their sex life but it had only increased their love and respect for one another.

Beth slowly let their lips part but kept her body moving against his. Her skin was warm and she burned with a need to be closer to him. They danced for a few more songs before Beth decided that she had had enough, she wanted him.

"Let's get out of here," she whispered in his ear.

"You want to go home?" Hotch replied, slightly confused but willing if that's what she wanted.

"That's not what I said," Beth winked at him trying to get her point across.

Hotch nodded his head in agreement and they left the bar hand in hand.

"Where to?" He asked her as he started the car.

"Any parking lot where we'll have some privacy will do."

Hotch pulled out of the parking lot and Beth rubbed his thigh as he drove. She rubbed her hand over the fabric of his pants slowly trailing her hand to the inside of his leg. Frustratingly this got her no response so she let her hand trail upwards palming him through his jeans; he groaned in frustration but was hardening underneath her touch.

"Are you trying to make our children orphans?" He asked her, gripping the steering wheel for dear life.

Beth leaned over the center console.

"I'm sure you've driven under much more hostile conditions." She whispered in his ear before kissing his cheek and pulling her hand away.

Beth loved putting Hotch on edge, and despite being an FBI agent, it wasn't hard to do. Hotch was practical and rational and most of Beth's ideas were the exact opposite.

Beth didn't give him a break for long, soon she was back at his pants, this time unzipping them. His dick seemed to be relieved to be free of the constraints of his jeans. She slipped his underwear down and stroked him a few times.

"Beth," Hotch groaned, warningly.

"Do you really want me to stop? Because I will if that's what you want."

She did love putting him on edge, but she also hated making him feel uncomfortable. And sometimes there was a fine line between the two. Hotch remained silent, giving her the answer that she had hoped for. Beth unbuckled her seatbelt and lowered her mouth onto him.

Logistically, road head was a nightmare. Beth hadn't realized this because she had never done it before but she was annoyed at how much her painful angle from the passenger seat limited her. One of Hotch's hands released it's vice like grip from the steering wheel to grasp her hair at the base of her neck as she tried to bob herself up and down on his dick. Eventually she decided to keep her head steady and let the jostling of the road control the movement which was a solid plan until they hit a pothole on the road and Beth loudly gagged as he hit the back of her throat.

"Oh my god, I am so sorry," Hotch said apologetically as he used the hand on her neck to pull her off of him.

Beth had tears in her eyes and drool coming out the sides of her mouth as she regained her composure laughing.

"Why are you sorry? I'm the one who chose to do it! Not my best idea, honestly."

"Well luckily, we are here."

Hotch pulled the car into a nature preserve that had tons of trails for walking and biking. They had been here dozens of times and during nice days it was busy but on a winter night it was completely empty.

"Damn Hotchner, did you bring me here to kill me or have sex with me?" Beth joked.

"Definitely the latter." Hotch laughed. "But it is creepier here than I thought it would be. Want me to try and find somewhere else?"

"No, we can make it work." Beth said as she unbuttoned her jeans to shimmy out of them.

Hotch moved his seat as far back as it would go before reclining it a tad to make more room for her. Rid of her jeans and underwear Beth climbed over the center console as gracefully as she could before depositing herself on Hotch's lap.

"Fuck. Ouch!" Beth exclaimed as soon as she sat down.

"What's wrong?" Hotch looked confused.

"You have to pull your pants down more. Your zipper just stabbed me"

"Sorry," he tried to shift his pants down which proved difficult with her on top of him but eventually he got them down to mid-thigh which seemed reasonable enough. "Better?"

"Much, thank you." Beth exclaimed as she rejoined their lips.

She sucked on his lips, his tongue, feeling like she couldn't get enough of him. Reaching down she grabbed him and sank her hips down joining them for the first time in too long. Hotch groaned into her mouth as Beth rocked back and forth on his lap keeping their lips in constant contact as they breathed heavily.

Beth felt Hotch's hands squeeze tighter on her hips as he approached his orgasm.

"Don't stop. God, please, don't stop."

She had absolutely no intention of stopping and as he emptied himself inside of her she reached down to rub her clit and bring herself to a finish as well. Throwing her head back and moaning as she spasmed around him. She slowly stopped rocking and caught her breath as he softened inside of her.

The sound of their heavy breathing was met with a loud grumble from Beth's belly.

"Should we go pick up some food?" Hotch asked her.

"God yes, Steak & Shake, please!"

Beth gave him one last kiss before climbing back over to the passenger seat to put her jeans and underwear back on. Hotch fixed his own pants as well as the driver's seat before putting the car back into gear and driving them to Steak & Shake. They sat in their car eating their food, listening to music, discussing Christmas plans and just enjoying each other's company.

Beth swallowed the last sip of her shake.

"It's almost 1 AM. We should probably get home." Beth said slightly regretfully.

Hotch nodded his head in agreement. "It's been a good night."

Beth smiled at him. "Yeah, it has."

Hotch drove them home and as they walked into the house Beth was surprised to see her mother, clearly just awoken, getting up from the couch.

"Well you two clearly had a good night." She remarked.

"Mom you could have gone to bed! You didn't have to wait up for us." Beth exclaimed, slightly embarrassed.

"It doesn't matter how old you are Bethy, I'll always want to make sure you get home safe,"

Beth attempted to stifle the massive eye-roll she felt coming on.

"How were the kids?" She asked, steering the conversation in a different direction.

"Oh they were perfect angels. I ought to be getting to bed, not sure how useful you two will be come morning."

"Oh good Lord," Beth sighed. "We will see you in the morning."

With that Hotch and Beth headed upstairs to their bedroom.

"I swear to god she gets more exhausting the older she gets."

"She means well," Hotch added, trying to show grace for his somewhat overbearing almost mother in law. "And it was nice of her to watch the kids."

Beth peaked in the bassinet only to find it empty.

"Will you go get Luna from her crib, I asked mom to put her down in here but she either forgot or chose not to."

"Hm doesn't want her granddaughter subjected to her parents sharing a bed out of wedlock?"

"Probably," Beth grumbled.

Hotch chuckled as he went to the nursery and brought back a very sleepy baby whom he carefully laid in the bassinet. Beth stripped off her clothing and put them in the hamper.

"I need to take a quick shower. I'm covered in sweat and… other bodily fluids."

"I'll join you. For showering purposes only, of course." Hotch added.

Beth turned on the hot water and let it pelt down on her body. True to his word Hotch stayed on his side of the shower and after a quick body wash they brushed their teeth and got into their pajamas. Both satisfied and exhausted from their night out they fell asleep quickly in each other's arms.