Author's Note: Cleaning this up, reminded me how much I have missed writing Girl.

Shorter, but NSFW stuff still happens :)

Early January

Trust, Control, & Things You Don't Learn In Gym Class

"Jesus Christ," Emily panted out as she rode out the last wave of her orgasm, "where the hell did you learn how to do THAT?!"

Two, ASTOUNDING, orgasms, brought about solely by the use of Hotch's tongue and three of his fingers.

No man had ever done that to her before.

Hotch huffed slightly as he shifted back from Emily's nether regions, and climbed up the length of her body.

"There aren't classes for it, Emily," his eyes crinkled as he looked down at her, "you just know."

As he leaned in to kiss her, she let her tongue poke out so she could lick his lips, tasting herself on him. Then she grinned as he pressed his mouth to hers.

"Really?" She murmured as he moved on top of her, "I thought there was something maybe they taught you guys when we got separated in gym class."

Hotch started to chuckle, and had to break off the kiss.

"Well, if that were really true," his lip quirked up in amusement as he looked down at her, "then wouldn't all men know how to do it?"

Emily scrunched up her face.

"Hmm," she murmured back, while moving to wrap her arms around his neck, "that's an excellent point. And it's been my experience that most of them don't know jackshit about what they're supposed to be doing down there. Usually I'm just staring up at the ceiling trying to remember if I have any ice cream left in the freezer."

Feeling a full bark of laughter slip out, Hotch shook his head and muttered, "oh Emily." And when she grinned back at him, with a hint of lingering amusement on his face, Hotch rolled them over so that she was on top of him.

When she looked down, her hair fell around them in a soft cloud . . . they both sobered up. As he tucked her hair back behind her ear, without thinking, he whispered, "do you know how beautiful you actually are?"

Feeling the blush start to spread across her cheeks, Emily let her head settle back on Hotch's chest.

"Aaron . . ."

He was going to break her. He was absolutely going to break her into little tiny pieces.

And when he was gone, there would be nobody left to clean them up.

Hotch's breath caught, she'd called him Aaron . . . again.

Hardly anyone was left in his life these days that called him Aaron. Which was why he worried sometimes (often) that that part of him, the man he used to be, the behind the agent who was so consumed with duty . . . if he was gone. But Aaron was the name that Emily had screamed out when they were having sex downstairs. And now again she'd said it, just lying here in bed.

Somehow she could still see that part of him even though he couldn't.

Emily felt her eyes beginning to sting . . . he was so sweet. Why did he have to be her boss? Why couldn't she have met him in the laundry room? Or a coffee shop?

Or anywhere but work, where he was off limits?

But at least this wasn't some sappy movie, she reminded herself. He wasn't going off to war in the morning. He would still be in her life. Just not . . . she bit her lip . . . like this.

Not after tonight.

Feeling that tickle of melancholy beginning to spread, she flicked her watery eyes over to the alarm clock.

12:13 a.m.

Six hours left.

Time that she didn't want to waste. So she snuggled in close as he wrapped her up in his arms, she cleared over the lump in her throat. Then she whispered.

"What's your favorite color?"

/*/*/*/

"Emily get back up here."

Hotch's words came out as a groan, half due to the pleasure of what she had been doing to him down below, and half due to the annoyance that she wasn't listening to him telling her to now STOP doing what she was doing to him down below.

Completely ignoring Hotch's command, Emily continued to lick the length of him like a lollipop. And when she sucked his tip into her mouth . . . his hips bucked as he grabbed the sheets.

"Prentiss," he hissed, "that's an order!"

Good CHRIST! The woman was going to be the death of him!

That one, unlike his other protests, actually caught Emily's attention. She finally pulled her lips away, and her gaze traveled slowly up his naked body . . . and that full, seven inch, erection quivering by her nose . . . before she smirked.

"Oh, I hardly think that you're in any position to be giving orders right now, sir."

Funny though that he was still trying. Silly, silly, man.

Hotch cringed.

"I'm sorry," his nose wrinkled, "I honestly didn't mean to say that. Force of habit." Then he gave her an imploring look as he put his hand out, "but really Emily, please come back up here now."

Emily stared at him for a moment, watching as his arm fell back to his side.

She was pretty sure that he'd been protesting a full blow job because it was a complete loss of his personal control, which . . . physical pleasure notwithstanding . . . he would hate. But that was part of the reason that she wanted to do it, she wanted him to trust her that much more.

To let himself go completely for just a moment.

But she could see now that he was serious. Although he had given her permission to play for a little while, basically just to make him hard again, now he wanted her to stop. And of course she wasn't going to do something if it was going to make him genuinely uncomfortable, so she gave him a little smile as she nodded.

"Okay."

When his eyes crinkled slightly, she felt a spot of warmth fill her chest. Though when he reached for her again, Emily moved her arm back just a smidge.

Now that her scheduled activity had been tabled, she realized that there was another point to consider . . . she was only going to get maybe one more ride on the rollercoaster. Okay, perhaps two if they counted the morning activities. But either way, there was no reason for her to punch the ticket, and then not get ON the ride.

Especially a ride as good as this one!

And he was already locked and loaded, just waiting for her basically, so she simply switched her position, moving up to her knees so she could climb on top of him. And when his hands settled on her hips, she closed her eyes as she slowly let her weight fall, inch by inch, until he'd filled her completely.

The feeling having him inside her again, even though neither of them had moved yet, caused her to let out a soft, content, sigh. Then her eyes crinkled as she leaned forward, letting her hands settle on his chest, as she pressed her lips to his.

"You happy now," she murmured through the kiss.

Hotch ran his hands up Emily's sides and along the outer curve of her breasts. And as the kiss broke, his lip quirked up.

"Very much so," he whispered as he gently tweaked her nipples . . . the movement caused her breath to catch.

How could she NOT see how much more fun this was?

Emily's mouth quivered before she started to move slowly up and down his length, but Hotch only let her get in two strokes before his hands slipped down from her breasts and back onto her hips. Then he flipped them to take over what she'd just started.

And as she found herself on her back looking up at him, she began to laugh.

"I knew it!" she chuckled. "You're the only man on the PLANET who would turn down a blow job! And it was all because you needed to get back into control. It's sex Hotch, not an interrogation."

At that remark, he stopped moving and her eyebrow rose up as she continued drily, "you do know that the outcome is the same even if you let me take point?"

For a second, Hotch stared down at her. And then a smirk slowly appeared. And as she looked up at him with an identical expression, he shifted his hips slightly to the left. It was obvious from the look on Emily's face . . . the dilation of her eyes and the biting of her lower lip . . . that she felt the difference in the angle. He was pressing against a new spot.

And she liked it.

So then he used one arm for leverage as he pulled back . . . and then thrust into her again, and then again and again and again until the smirk had completely disappeared and she began to gasp.

"Aaron," she whimpered as her nails scraped along his chest.

And that's when he leaned forward and captured her mouth in a searing kiss, covering her cries as she came.

And now feeling EXTREMELY satisfied with himself . . . there was nothing quite like having that sort of control(!) . . . Hotch leaned back slightly and whispered.

"That was why I needed to be on top. Because you, Agent Prentiss," he gently brushed his fingers along the curve of her jaw, "do not have the physical strength to make that happen that quickly, and by my count I think I owe you four more orgasms by dawn." His eyebrow rose up then in amusement, "you do keep upping the count on me, so I may have lost track."

Emily's lower body was still vibrating as she attempted to catch her breath. And when he leaned down to press a kiss to her throat, she turned her head slightly.

That's when she ran her tongue along the outer shell of his ear.

Because she'd remembered how much he'd liked that before. And given the resulting jerk of his hips, she knew it was still a solid move now.

"Fine," she murmured while kissing his cheek and pulled him back down to her breast for a quick hug, "I guess you make a solid argument for staying on top, but next time I . . ."

And she trailed off.

There wasn't going to be a next time.

Damn it . . . she started to feel a swath of sadness cutting into her happiness . . . because they were having a really good time. And not just for the obvious physical reasons, but this Hotch that she had in her bed now, he was affectionate and funny . . . and playful.

Like night and day from Work Hotch.

And she really liked this side of him. Apparently too much, because she'd again almost forgotten that there was a clock ticking. That tomorrow they were going to have to go back to being Serious and Seriouser at the office.

That sucked.

As Hotch pushed himself up slightly, and began to move once more . . . they were nowhere close to being done with this round . . . he saw Emily's lower lip pop out.

"We really can't do this again, huh?"

God . . . his mouth quivered . . . that pout was adorable! He'd never seen it before. Well, obviously not because it really wouldn't be 'appropriate' for her to break it out at work. But seeing it now, his eyes crinkled as he paused for a moment to lean down and kiss her.

And as he pulled away a few seconds later, he tucked a strand of hair back behind her ear.

"No, I'm sorry, sweetheart," he whispered as he began moving again, "but we really can't."

The endearment had escaped his lips before he could stop it. But she didn't seem to notice, so he let it go. He knew what she'd meant though, because he too wished that there was some way that they could continue this night. Just continue being together this way.

He liked spending time with her.

But he was realizing now, as she pulled him down and pressed her forehead against his, that he liked it too much. But it was just too risky to try and continue this.

Whatever it was.

Though . . . a thought came to him as she began to nibble on his ear . . . maybe they could see each other on birthdays and national holidays. Then he groaned as he felt her wet tongue circling his lobe.

What was he thinking about?

National holidays . . . maybe. No . . . he started to come back to himself . . . idiot. Clean break.

It was the only way.

Because if they set up any kind of sexual arrangement, then it would be too much like an affair. And it was impossible to keep an affair under wraps in a freaking behavioral analysis unit.

They'd get crucified.

Realizing then that he wasn't properly focusing on the task at hand . . . well, he was, but not as intently as he should have been . . . Hotch shoved all of his 'higher brain functioning' thoughts to the side. There would be time for contemplations later.

Now he had much more important things to do. So he paused for a second to grab a pillow from the other side of the bed.

He slid it underneath Emily's bottom, arching her body up another two inches.

And then he pulled out halfway, and then slid back into her. And he did it over and over and over again. Holding a slow, rhythmic, pace that was making them both pant.

Then Emily let out a grunt and moved her legs up from where they were draped loosely over his hips, to hook them instead over his shoulders.

His hands settled on her hips as she began to rock against him, pulling him even deeper than before. It felt amazing . . . she, felt amazing . . . so they continued on in this new position.

One that they hadn't tried yet.

Her breasts were slick with sweat and bouncing in his face, and her head was tipped back as she panted and moaned . . . she was an absolute goddess. So he just held on, and rode himself into oblivion.

It took a bit longer to get there.

Finally though, he felt that familiar tingling begin as his balls tightened. He increased his speed then, coming in harder and harder, hearing that slap of skin as Emily started to squeal and then finally scream. It was just how she'd come down in the living room. He'd never had a woman shatter so completely before.

It was thrilling for his ego.

But soon after she hit the brink, the flash of white came for him. He let out a growl, and then a string of curses as his movements slowed, and he climaxed inside her for the fourth time that night. And then for a minute there was nothing but the two of them trying to suck in air as her legs fell from his shoulders, and then his head fell to her breast.

Once their respirations had evened out again, she slipped her arms around his torso, and clutched him to her chest. And feeling the desperation in her hold, he felt his eyes sting and he squeezed back.

That was probably their last time.

At least before morning.

Not counting the fellatio, that would make four complete couplings in total. They'd done it once at the bar, and now three more times since they'd arrived at her apartment.

Their arrival was very different than the last one he'd made at her home. The day last fall when he'd shown up with the pizza box after that horrific case. This time he'd been grinding against her ass as she tried to work the lock on the door. He'd finally had to take the key out of her hand and do it himself before he actually took her in the damn hallway. Though that option had had some appeal . . . a certain primal marking of his territory . . . it had only been a little after eight when they'd arrived at her condo, and she did have to live in this building.

Now if it had been two am . . . he kissed her throat . . . well, that might have been another story all together.

As it was, most of their clothes were still strewn all the way along the front hall, up the stairs, and into her bedroom. And he was fairly sure that he owed her a pair of underwear and a bra too, because he vaguely recalled some tearing of fabric when he realized that they were causing an impediment to him getting her completely naked.

Though she'd also ripped off some of his shirt buttons too, so maybe they were even there.

All the same, as he buried his face in the curve of her neck, he made a mental note to get her a gift card for Victoria's Secret.

That way she could replace whatever he had destroyed.

And he wanted to say something to her then, to explain why he had turned down completion of the blow job. Of course he knew that she thought it was just the control issue, and that was admittedly a large part of it. It was why he'd never let Haley do it.

Not to the end.

Really though, his main objection tonight was simply that he wanted to be inside of her when he came. With every joining, he'd felt closer to her emotionally . . . and he'd wanted to keep that connection as long as he could. Because he only had this little bit more time with her.

And then they would have to go back to the real world.

But for now, as he rolled her out of the wet spot . . . and then once more so she was under him again . . . he was going to embrace this little bubble. To extend this time as long as possible. And to that end, he decided not to shift his hips and pull completely out of her.

Instead he just yanked the crumpled sheet over their bodies, laid his head on her shoulder and closed his eyes. Hopefully she wouldn't mind. And if she did he knew that he'd feel her tense up.

So he waited for a moment . . . but no, she was fine.

Good.

With a happy sigh, he kissed her neck again . . . very good. This time here with Emily in her bed, might be his new favorite place in the world. Because right now his life didn't seem like a complete crap storm. Right now he felt like someday he might be genuinely happy again. That was a good feeling.

And he'd stay here with her forever if she could just make it last.

A soft smile fell onto Emily's lips as Hotch settled onto her shoulder with his other arm wrapped tightly around her waist. His length was still pressed into her. Not fully inside her like before, but it was still nice. And when she lightly squeezed her muscles, everything was still so sensitive, on both sides, that he let out a huff and kissed her neck again.

She was adding this moment to her list of favorite activities.

And it was the best way to settle down before she went to sleep. So she continued the faint twitching of her muscles around his member, feeling soft tingles on her side, as she let one hand slowly slide up and down Hotch's back. Then she moved her other arm up to begin running her fingers through his hair. She sighed.

This was a new kind of bliss.

Something less physical, and more emotional. And as Hotch nuzzled her throat and murmured that she felt "so good," she finally understood why it was that he'd stopped the blowjob. It was because of this.

He'd wanted this feeling they could only get from actually being wrapped up together.

And that was so sweet . . . her eyes started to sting . . . he, was so sweet. And she had now officially decided that Haley was a complete and utter fucking moron. Because she gave up this.

Him.

Yeah, Emily got that marriage had a lot more crap that went along with it. But still, you'd think that the woman would have found a way to work through the crap if she knew it meant she could keep him. Because seriously . . . she kissed his temple . . . Hotch was a keeper.

Though Emily realized then that if Haley hadn't tossed him out the way she had, then Emily herself would not have him lying on top of her right now.

And that . . . oddly enough . . . seemed somewhat akin to an averted tragedy.

Not that she ever would have known what she was missing. And she still couldn't quite believe that she was lying in her bed at . . . she flicked her eyes over to the cable clock . . . one twenty-nine am, and she had been having mind blowing sex with her chief for the past five plus hours. But it wasn't just the sex.

It was other stuff too.

It was this stuff. The cuddling, and the little tingles, and the soft kisses that he pressed to her skin as he nuzzled her throat. And she was terrified that THIS stuff, was going to be what got her into trouble when she had to say goodbye to him at the door tomorrow morning.

Because losing all of this was going to leave a bruise on her heart.

And this was certainly not the way that she'd thought her day would end up when they flew back from California that afternoon. In retrospect, it was a good thing that she'd slept on the plane.

Little had she known then how much she'd need the energy tonight.

And as she felt Hotch's respirations begin to even out against her neck, she squeezed him one more time, feeling that little vibration that made her so happy. Then she closed her eyes and moved her hand up to tuck her head against his. She needed to sleep now too. Because in a few hours she'd need her energy back again. Because this time with him wasn't over quite yet.

She wouldn't let it be.

A/N 2: So again, progression and learning things about one another through sex. And if you've read my other Girl 'verses, and I'm presuming if you got here, then probably have :) you'll notice I always start first with 'favorite color.' I just did it in Horses and a little while back in Girl proper. It's such a basic question and it's been asked three different times in three different worlds under three completely different circumstances. In here it was kind of an act of desperation. Realizing that this little window they had was going to close and she needed to learn as much about him now before it was lost. That is the fun in doing their lives in different ways. How one simple question can mean so many different things.