The Fourth Date: Redefining Aaron Hotchner with Subtitles
This is a sequel to "Redefining Aaron Hotchner" because ssaMorganHotchner and I just couldn't wait to get these two together in a date, and more….
A few weeks turned out to be a few months before Emily and Hotch were able to make it on their first date. Things weren't exactly settled down…Jack was still having nightmares and waking up in the middle of the night asking for his mom; Hotch was still being chased around by the ghost of Foyet, the reminder of what Foyet had taken away from him. Haley's death really took a toll on his life and affected him more than he had expected it would. He was very open with Emily about those feelings, and she understood just like she always did. She knew that he would always love Haley, that she would be a huge part of his life as the mother of his child, the woman with whom he spent more than a decade. Hotch was conflicted by his feelings at first because he didn't want to fail Haley again, so bringing Emily into his and Jack's life was a huge step. He didn't want Haley to think he had replaced her right after her death. That was irrational and he knew it since he understood his relationship with his wife had been over long before they divorced, still, it didn't make it any easier to move on.
Emily was in many ways a gift sent to him straight from heaven, a second chance at being happy and rebuilding his life. He loved Emily, he knew that and he had loved her for a while now even before this mess started. When Emily first came into the Bureau, he was hesitant about her transfer and the way it had transpired, and he would always hate Erin Strauss for that. But, Emily easily fell into a routine with the team. She fitted into the team and worked with them as if she had belonged there for a long time. Hotch had worried that his unfriendly welcome would have affected their work relationship forever, but he soon found out that Emily wasn't like that. Instead, she pushed her way in and proved herself. She called him out on his attitude, "he didn't trust women as much as he trusted men," She had said. She was determined to show that she belonged at the BAU, and she did, so he told her so. Right after she quit her job for him, he came to her home and told her he wanted her on that jet because she was an essential part of the team, and they couldn't work without her.
From that moment on, things changed. Aaron and Emily became closer, and Hotch realized he found it easy to be around her. Usually he remained aloof aside from his relationship with Dave, he spent the majority of his time alone, but didn't mind Emily being around him. Every once in a while, particularly when he was having a bad day, she would come to his office, pour two glasses of scotch and just begin rambling about inane stuff. Naturally, when she was having a bad day, he would come to her house with a bottle of expensive red wine, because he knew that was what she liked. There were occasional to go dinners in his office on the weekends, because they both had so much work to do and couldn't take the time to go out. That was perhaps when Hotch first noticed she was beautiful, utterly stunning; he had never really allowed himself to go there pushing those feelings aside to keep working on his files. They became friends, very close friends, unlike with Garcia and JJ, because he could hang out with Emily without feeling like he was crossing his boundaries as Uniit Chief . Things were supposed to be easy with Emily and they were, but he didn't realize that would also lead to him falling madly in love with her.
Several years of friendship and both being there for each other throughout their most difficult times also lead to spending more time together than they needed, hence, learning to enjoy each's other company and even yearn for it. He wasn't sure how he would have made it through Foyet's attack and Haley's death without Emily, her constant support being there when he really needed it and helping out with Jack when he had to unexpectedly go to the BAU and it was too late to call Jessica. Even though they were not able to have an actual real date for several months, that didn't mean they didn't spend time together. Emily was still coming over at least once a week to check on him and Jack, bringing dinner and table games and keeping Jack distracted. He was grateful to her for that, and lucky really to have this incredibly selfless woman who adored his son by his side. They would stay late at night talking, and he would hold her hand and kiss her lips gently when she left for the night. He was treading slowly, but he wanted her around and missed her presence when she wasn't around.
Their first date was as perfect as he had imagined. He picked her up at seven bringing her peonies and calla lilies. She looked exquisite in a simple wine-colored dress with her hair down in loose waves, and he wore slacks and a casual shirt. He didn't take her to a high-end restaurant because he wouldn't want her to think he was trying to impress her, and frankly, Emily wasn't the kind of woman to expect luxury. Instead, she insisted she wanted pancakes, so he took her to a diner in Virginia near Belmont Bay Harbor Marina. Conversation was light, any trace of first-date nervousness quickly dissipating. They had spent enough time around one another over the past few weeks their talk to be free an easy. Hotch was straightforward with her, telling her he wanted to be with her and that he had feelings for her. He was worried about Jack and still recovering from Foyet's attack, so he kissed her and told her to be patient with him as he navigated being a single father just beginning to date.
After dinner, they went to the harbor to take a walk, holding hands, and as scared as Hotch was to really open his heart, he found it easy to be around Emily, to be affectionate with her, even in public. There was a moment when he stopped in the middle of the Harbor, her eyes showing her confusion as she turned around to see why he had stopped. He easily pulled her to him sliding his hand across her back, and began kissing her…really kissing her. Until then, most of their kisses had been chaste, so Emily slid her hand across his chest and began reciprocating the kiss. They weren't ready for more than that, and they both knew it. Hotch had never been a prude, he had been with enough women to know what they liked, and after years of knowing her, he knew Emily Prentiss wasn't the kind of girl who went to bed on the first date. He hadn't wanted that way anyway because he hadn't felt the way he did about anyone since high school, and he wanted to do things right with her.
It took several weeks before they are able to have a second date and even a third one because work kept them busy. Hotch had more responsibilities than he had before, and even though Morgan was taking over as active Unit Chief had decreased his workload, he was still quite overwhelmed with everything. Each day was a challenge for him and Jack since they missed Haley terribly, and they always would, but he knew deep inside his heart that Haley would have wanted him to move on. It was Emily who came up with the idea of lighting a candle and talking to Haley to make Jack feel closer to his mother, and slowly they began the process of moving on with their lives. Despite the lack of time, Hotch and Emily made it a habit to talk to each other every night before bed, no matter where they were. The few and scarce moments they were able to have a minute for themselves, they used it to get to know each other on a deeper level, and the intensity of their kisses increased, they were both eager for each other. It had been three months since their first date due to work and life, so when they got an opportunity to finally make it to their fourth date, they were going to take advantage of it. Aaron Hotchner was a huge romantic and a gentleman, and he planned for her to have a memorable night, he messaged her earlier, telling her he would make dinner for her at his place. She replied with a kissing emoji and "I can't wait."
When shed showed up on his doorstep, she could hear jazz coming from inside making a small smile bubble on her face. He opened the door to greet her with his sleeves rolled up, and he was wearing black pants and a black shirt, barefooted and the top two buttons already unbuttoned.
"Woah!" She smiled teasingly, "So, it's going to be that kind of night?" The chuckle that broke out of his mouth surprising him…what was it about this woman that made him feel so giddy and like he was flying.
"Get in here!" He pulled her inside kissing her lips lightly. "Make yourself comfortable, I'm almost finished with dinner."
"Would you like a glass of wine? Vodka, Scotch, I also have cold beer?"
"Are you trying to get me drunk so you can take advantage of me, Agent Hotchner?" She joked coming closer to him as he leaned on the kitchen bar. He blushed at her comment and Emily loved how exposed he looked, how easily he blushed when she was around. It made her fall in love with him a little bit more, the stoic Aaron Hotchner crumbling in front of her like a nervous teenager.
He tilted her head blushing and smiled at her, "Maybe, do you want wine?"
"Sure, wine is fine." Emily responded sitting on one of the kitchen stools in front of him, as he slid a glass of wine in front of her.
When he began moving around the kitchen, Emily couldn't help but let her eyes wander, looking at the perfect curve of his ass and to the front of his pants. Subconsciously, she rubbed her legs together, it having been a while since she had been intimate with anyone, and she didn't wait this long to sleep with him for nothing. They both had anticipated what would happen tonight, as their hands had allowed to wander to other parts of their bodies for the past few days. Emily never really paid attention to his private area, and as she watched the bulge of his pants, she could already tell he is well-endowed, just as she had expected him to be.
When he finished cooking, he served them a dinner of steak and pasta and while he had originally planned to eat at the dining table, they had dinner at the kitchen island. Their bodies slowly moved closer as they talked to each other, and they held hands when they could. Conversation moved easily into work, Jack, Emily's mother and rock band names. Emily divulged a little more about her goth years, and he found it absolutely adorable. They moved onto dessert, apple pie as it turned out, the apple pie from the dinner Emily loved while on their first date.
"I still can't believe you had pancakes and two slices of pie" He commented nonchalantly holding her hand after consuming a bottle of wine and a second one freshly opened. Their half-eaten dessert plates already forgotten.
"What can I say," She smiled shrugging, "I have a sweet tooth." He leaned forward to kiss her, tasting traces of pie crust and wine on her lips. Their kiss became more fevered unable to focus their minds on anything else but tonight.
"Hey, can we talk about something really quickly?" He asked, not trying to ruin their date, but knowing it was a conversation that needed to be had.
"Uh oh." She said looking at him nervously.
"No, it's not that kind on of conversation." He assured her.
"Okay," She said tilting her head, feeling more nervous than she was a minute ago.
"I was just wondering if are we're going to tell the team?" He laced their fingers together, turning her slightly so she was looking at him.
"Uh, I…honestly don't know." She answered honestly. "Do you want them to know?"
"It's not that I don't want them to know, trust me, Em, I do.…"
"I just feel like we're still trying to navigate around this…I want to have something that I can keep to myself."
"No, I get it." She smiled. " I feel like we need to enjoy ourselves before we let anyone in."
'"Yes, but I don't want you to feel like I'm keeping you a secret, that I'm not…."
"I don't think that." She assured him, kissing his lips "I appreciate that you're that kind of man, I really do, and I love the team but there are some things I just like to keep private and this is one of them until we know this is going to work."
"Right…so that's it." He stated, "That's all I wanted to talk about."
"Good." She smiled reaching for her wine.
"Do you want anything else?" He asked while standing and reaching for the dessert plates.
"Nope, that was lovely but I'm good." He went to the sink after clearing their plates and putting them in the dishwasher and washed his hands. He then came back to her, wrapping his arms around her waist and standing between her legs, kissing her gently and then passionately.
Emily leaned forward in her chair, her hands resting on his chest as his hands moved gently around her torso, pulling her closer into him, making her hum slowly into his mouth. He cupped her face as their kisses grow more passionate and her hands began wandering lower around his torso.
"Em….," He slowed down for a second pulling away and looking at her.
"Are you sure…." He didn't have to finish the sentence.
"Absolutely." She answered before drawing him in for another kiss. He lifted her slowly placing his strong arms beneath her legs and shoulders bridal style carrying her into his bedroom closing the door with a soft tap of his foot. Emily's eyes were closed so focused only on his strong hands and his mouth against her that she's not even aware of scenery in front of her. It's not until he lowered her onto the bed and pulled away did she finally open her eyes.
The lights of his bedroom had been dimmed leaving a soft glow in the room with a different jazz cd playing somewhere. There were candles placed around the room giving it a warm and soft ambiance, but it's the flowers that make her stomach flutter. There are petals loosely distributed around the carpet and his bed. A huge bouquet of roses rested on his dresser.
"You did all of this…." She asked, so overwhelmed her eyes were watering. None of her previous partners had ever done anything this sweet for her. "Aaron, this is…." Her eyes were already fighting back the tears.
"I was raised right…." He shrugged nonchalantly, and she knew in that moment he was the man she wanted to spend the rest of her life with.
His eyes were full of desire and adoration when he leaned down again, kissing her and lowering her back onto the bed, crushing some of the petals. They were giddy for each other and had been for weeks, fooling around on his couch or at her place, so when his hand began to wander under her shirt, she moaned softly. She worked on undoing the buttons of his shirt while he cupped her breasts through the lace of her bra. He tugged at the hem of her blouse and pulled it off her easily.
He looked at her with adoration making her feel incredibly vulnerable; she relished the feeling of his hands across her abdomen before his lips were on her again, so ambitious it made her feel powerful. His shirt goes off next, and she realized his hesitation, his body was growing tense and self-conscious, and she knew, she just knew. She reached to cup his face gently looking deeply into his eyes.
"Hey, it's okay." She told him meaningfully. " I understand and you're perfect to me." Her fingertips moved to brush gently across his scars. "I love you just the way you are."
"I love you, too." He told her before he kissed her again forgetting about the scars and cupping her sex gently through her jeans.
"Aaron," She moaned and he began undoing her zipper. Maintaining eye contact with her, he pulls off her jeans feeling himself grow harder at the sight of her semi-naked on his bed.
He settled between her legs, his mouth fervently kissing her neck, the gentle bites that he is leaving sending goosebumps through her body. She felt herself begin to leak and her folds expand, and she wanted to just rip off his pants and sit on his shaft; but she knew he wanted to do this slowly to enjoy their intimacy. So, she focused on the buckle of his belt and the zipper of his pants, her hand gently applying pressure to the bulge in his pants. She heard him whimper, and he pulled away from her for a second to remove his pants, his engorged member fighting to be released from his underwear. He came back to her again kissing her frantically and sliding his hand between her legs. The lace on her thong is damp, and he moved it aside, her slick folds sticky and hot as he gently rubbed his fingers through her slit.
"Oh fuck…Aaron." She cried closing her eyes, and his mouth moved from her mouth to her chest. He pulled her into the center of the bed, leaving gentle bites between her breasts and kissing her clothed nipples. He pulled away for a second reaching into the drawer of his nightstand stand for the box of condoms. They had never discussed protection, and he didn't want to risk it. Emily rested on her elbows, watching him pull out the aluminum foil packet. He smiled almost shyly.
"I just want to…."
"It's okay." She muses with a smile "I'm on the pill…but it's okay either way." He smiled kissing her again, taking the opportunity to unclasp her bra and toss it aside.
"God, Emily, you're so fucking perfect." He mumbled in her ear, his hand returning to her wet center and sliding one finger inside. She was so hot it drove him crazier and harder.
She moaned throwing her head back, leaving her breasts exposed while he lowered his mouth to gently bite one of her nipples. She jumped slightly, but her hands were busy pulling down his underwear and barely able to close her hand around his shaft. She began massaging him slowly making the movement of his fingers slower inside her.
"Hotch…." She whimpered…she really didn't know what to call him in bed, but that just felt right. He was Hotch to her for many years it was Hotch she fell in love with, when his tongue began lazily moving across her lower stomach while keeping his eyes on her, she knew she wouldn't last long. It wasn't until he was face-to-face with her center that she lost her mind. She screamed softly, her hands griping the comforter on his bed…she is so close and he hadn't even touched her yet. When his tongue began lapping at her clit, her mind went blank. He sucked her clit until she shuddered and she felt the small skin contract and her body spasming.
"Fuck." She whimpered as she came in his mouth. "Oh fuck," He leaked her clean and made his way back to her, dropping hot and wet kisses all over her body. He thought the taste of her might just have been the most delicious thing he had ever tasted.
"Do you know how long it's been since I wanted to have you like this…since I wanted to make love to you?"
"Show me," She moaned softly cupping him again and guiding him inside her making her eyes sting. He felt so tight around her and it took her a second to catch her breath. He's not arrogant, but he knew he was well-endowed, so he gave her time to adjust by kissing her gently letting his hands slowly cup her breasts, their bodies already beginning to stick together. He didn't realize he was taking too much time until she moves her hips whimpering.
"Aaron, please." She begged him to move. He began at a slow pace, wanting to cherish this night and every second he spent inside her.
"God, Emily, I love you." He cried into her neck, the torturous pleasure of her heat squeezing him, making him giddy.
Every slow stroke was almost painful, she wanted him to go faster, but this was just as good. The way he looked at her, like he is hungry for her, like she was the only woman in the world. As minutes go by, she cried in pleasure wanting to be released from this torturous pace. With every stroke, she felt herself getting closer, heat growing across her body, and he was just as close, whispering all kind of sweet things into her ears, how beautiful she is and how crazy she makes him, how he wants to spend the rest of his life making love to her. She falls first reaching a high peak and falling into the clouds, whimpering loudly. Hotch realized how much he loved that she is so vocal in bed, and when he heard her scream his same in pleasure, he fell right with her. His mind went blank, but he kept slow strokes and placed gentle kisses on her lips and neck.
They remained joined together for a while, cherishing the feeling of each other's body, the thin coat of sweat making them hot and sticky. He kissed her again looking at her in adoration as he pulled out of her, resting onto his back. Emily quickly settled against his chest, her mind still foggy and too tired to think about anything else.
He traced slow patterns across her shoulders and kissed her forehead, and she nestled against his chest and hummed contently.
"Are you okay, sweetheart?" He asked a few minutes later.
"I'm perfect." She mumbled kissing his chest as they lay in bed for a while before he reached for the blankets covering them both.
"I should blow out the candles." He said to her.
"Don't," She stopped him. "You're wrong if you think I'm a one-time kind of gal." She smirks kissing him passionately.
"Oh, don't worry, Agent Prentiss, we're just getting started; you might not get any sleep tonight." He pulled her back into his arms and right then he knew he was going to ask her to marry him, he just didn't know how.
