When he woke up the next morning, Erin was atop him, her head on his shoulder. "Good morning, Erin." She lifted her head to look at him and smiled.
"Morning, love. Mmm, what time is it?" she asked as she stretched into him.

Aaron looked over at the clock. "A little after ten," he replied, feeling her body stiffen in panic.

"What? I'm late for work! Didn't you set the alarm?"

"I didn't need to. We have the rest of the week off, courtesy Penelope and Dave. No work, no Jack, just the two of us together. So, what do you think, is today a good day to get married?"

Erin held out her hand, smiling at her engagement ring. "Yes. But do we even have wedding bands?"

"I bought those at the same time as your engagement ring. There was this shop in Corte Madera that made the most beautiful jewelry and I found a set for us. Do you want to shower first?"

She bit her lip and looked away from him. "We could shower together." A blush stained her cheeks, and he reached up to cup her face.

"Do you want to do that?"

"Yes. This is the one thing Erik and I did that I actually enjoyed." She climbed off him and held out her hand. "Shall we?" He nodded and took her hand, letting her lead him to the bathroom. Together, they stepped into the shower and she started the water, getting it to the right temperature.

"Dave and I both snagged a goddess. How could I have been so lucky?" he murmured as he stared at her standing beneath the water. Stepping forward, he wrapped his arms around her, letting the water wash over him as well. Aaron let his hands roam over her body as he kissed her neck.

They were finally clean thirty minutes later and he stepped out of the shower to grab towels for them. The logistics of having sex in the shower had escaped them, and Aaron was still hard from being that close to her and unable to do anything.

Erin ran the towel down his body, whisking away the water that remained until she was kneeling in front of him. She wrapped her fingers around his shaft and squeezed, running her hand up and down his length. He moaned at the sensation and then she was taking him in her mouth, sucking him off. He didn't last long under her ministrations, and he tried to be gentle as he dug his hands into her hair, holding her close as he came.

Tugging her up, Aaron kissed her deeply, tasting himself on her lips, in her mouth. "Do you have any idea what I want to do to you right now, sweetheart?"

"I have a vague notion poking against my leg. But if we fall into bed now, we'll never make it to the courthouse today." Erin kissed him once more before wriggling free of his grasp and brushing her teeth. "Are you going to get moving or stare at my ass all day?"

He shrugged and she shook her head as she left the bathroom. By the time he'd shaved and brushed his teeth, she'd rejoined him, wearing a pale pink sweater and a brown suede skirt. He watched her fix her hair and makeup in the mirror, a smile in his face. "You're beautiful."

"And you're slow. Get going, Westley."

"As you wish, princess." He kissed her cheek and went across the hall to their room. She'd laid out his black pinstripe suit and a dark pink tie was on top of a white shirt. He quickly got dressed and went downstairs. Erin was sitting in the living room, rocking gently in the recliner with one hand on her stomach. As she looked up at him and smile, he said unbidden, "She walks in beauty like the night."

"Another poem, Aaron?" she asked as she stood, coming over to his side.

"Yes. Penelope said to court you slowly…"

"But you can't limit the speed of the heart. Are you ready to go?" He nodded and she wrapped her arm around his waist as they went to the garage. He'd barely pulled out of the driveway when her phone rang and he listened to the conversation. "Hi, Molly. No, Aaron just got back from a case last night. If you want to come over for supper tonight, we have some news for you. That's half of it, actually. We're on our way to the courthouse now. Oh, Molly, I thought… Yes, I am making the right decision. Aaron loves me enough to be patient with me. Honey, you have no idea what went on behind closed doors."

Aaron watched his lover pause and place a protective hand on her stomach. "It's not just sex, Molly. There's pedestal love and then there's deep, abiding, love. I pray you only ever know the latter. That's it, I'm done with this conver – You will not call me that, young lady! Excuse me? Good bye." Erin hung up the phone and put it back in her purse.

"Is everything all right, Erin?" he asked as he listened to her ragged breaths.

"Besides my youngest calling me a bitch? Everything's fine. She'll cool down and we'll tell her about the baby when she does." Erin looked at him and he saw the steel in her eyes. "I will not let her destroy the happiness I've found with you, Aaron. My therapist says I shouldn't feel guilty about moving on."

"I've noticed the nightmares are gone."

"Not all the way, they've just become easier to deal with. Doctor McQueen says the more I face my demons, the smaller they'll become." She sighed. "I have an appointment with her tomorrow at noon. We could go out to lunch afterwards?"

He nodded and she smiled. "When are we going to schedule our first OB appointment? I want to make sure everything is okay with you and the baby."

"I thought we could us Penny's OB. She seemed really knowledgeable."

"All right," he said as he parked the car. "Ready to become Mrs. Aaron Hotchner?"

"I thought you'd never ask."

Twenty minutes later, he walked his wife out to their car. "I'm hungry, Erin. Shall we go home now?"

"Well, actually, there's this quiet little bistro about three blocks down the road. They have excellent food."

"That's not the hunger I'm talking about."

"Oh!" she squeaked as he cupped her rounded ass. "O-okay. That sounds good, too." She leaned into his kiss, letting him squeeze her ass in full view of whoever would happen to walk by.

Aaron drove home quickly and they were barely in the door before she was wrapping herself around him, locking her fingers behind his neck as she pulled him in close for a kiss. "I can't wait, Rin," he panted out, his words sounding harsh to his own ears.

"The kitchen table, my love. I cleaned it yesterday." They maneuvered themselves over to the flat surface and he gently laid her down on top of it. Her legs limply fell apart, and he reached under her skirt to tug off her panties. His fingers skimmed along her core and he was pleasantly surprised to find her wet. "Oh, Erin."

"What?" she gasped out, her hips undulating under the touch of his hands.

"You're ready for me."

"What? She asked again, before biting her lips as she arched her back.

"Taste." He placed two fingers against her mouth and she suckled on them, nearly undoing him. "That's all you, honey. No lube, nothing extra, just you and me…"

"Will you shut up and fuck me already?" He chuckled slightly and unzipped his pants, pulling out his too hard dick. She guided him to her and he thrust into her, setting a fast pace for them. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper in and he bent over to kiss her. Within minutes, they were both coming and he swallowed her sharp cry of pleasure.

He fought to catch his breath, still holding on to her. "Do you want to take this party upstairs?" She nodded and he easily picked her up, carrying her to their bedroom. "Does Mrs. Hotchner have any special requests of her husband?" he asked as he disrobed her.

"That thing you do, down there, with your tongue."

"Here?" he asked, licking her nipple.

"No, lower."

"Oh, here," he replied, grinning puckishly before swirling his tongue around her belly button, knowing exactly where she meant.

"No, Aaron, lower." She touched herself, and he growled deeply at how erotic she looked doing that.

"Ah miss, now I know." He tugged her hand away and began to lave attention on her core, her little gasps and mewls of pleasure only spurring him on to bring her more pleasure.