*Warning* Long chapter, lotta sex. (edging, brattish behavior, hair pulling)

Nina opened the door and found Agent Aaron Hotchner on the other side. No surprise he found out where she lived, they were in the business of finding out where people lived. Still, she had never invited anyone from the BAU over, valuing her privacy. It was out of place.

He looked almost as mad as she. There was a quiet storm behind tight lips. Traveling light, he must have left his briefcase and blazer in the car. Once again, the man looked good. Which of course made her angry all over again. "We need to talk." He said

She chewed her tongue, determined to not fold. "Fine." She didn't move.

A beat of tense silence passed. "Can I come in?" Nina could tell he was making a point to be level and polite. Taking her sweet time to decide, she crossed her arms.

On one hand, they shouldn't have this conversation in the hallway. Nosey neighbors and all that. On the other hand, they haven't been alone in a room since New years. Who knows what would happen?

Deciding to hedge her bets, she stepped back allowing the man to enter. Suddenly aware that her boss- the man she had had sex with- was in her apartment, she forced herself to stand straight. "Let's talk then."

He pulled the memo from his pocket. It then laid wrinkled on the counter between them. She knew he would know who wrote it, and yet it caught her off guard to see it again. As if it was a piece of evidence from a case.

"Why I should cancel the nomination?" He wouldn't look at her, instead choosing to study the paper.

She closed the front door pointedly. "Why am I nominated?"

"Because you're qualified."

"Bullshit. It's an out." His eyes snapped up at that. He was furious. Despite the tingle, she held his stare. Even though the award only specified eligibility for 'any agent with over a year of fieldwork', many other agents deserved the nomination. For someone as green as her to get it was almost unheard of.

"Its an out and you know it", she continued. "You know that if I won, I would be practically forced to leave the BAU. Or at least be gone half the time." Turning, the dry rag in her hand was thrown into the sink.

"You think I want you to leave?" He sounded incredulous. She turned back to him, not believing his question.

"So then this is a gift? Payment for my services?" His face looked almost betrayed, but the question was fair.

"You know that is not what this is."

"I know it's easier if I fucking leave so we don't have to deal with this. This just goes under the rug in a deep dark hole." The memo moved slightly as she uselessly pushed objects around it. Fidgeting with small piles of organization in frustration, pretending it mattered.

"I nominated you because you're qualified. Goddamnit." She looked up to catch him running a rough hand through his hair, exasperated. The urge to grab his face, grab his anything, came quietly.

"You have no fucking clue-no fucking clue how hard it was to write that nomination." It was odd to hear him curse. The man was usually so composed and specific with his words.

"Bullshit." She repeated, her face was getting warm. He's not getting away that easy. "I'll be expected to go for the highest fucking assignments, with the highest fucking workload. You know that!"

"You'll get to fucking choose!" He was yelling now. Not loud enough to hurt, but enough to fill the room. If she wasn't so mad it would be scary to see him like this. "I'm not going to make it so you have me hanging over you! I'm giving you a fucking choice! To make your own job!"

This admittedly was true. Nina would get the opportunity to decide her proximity to him. But that was still not good enough. "You don't get to do that. We need to deal with this."

"And then what?!" It was as if he read her mind. "You want me to quit? Do you want to quit? I won't let you. I will not let you throw your entire career away because of human desire Nina."

Her chest jumped at hearing her name. Was that the first time he said it?

"This was your answer then? Pushing me away?" She enunciated each word, pushing off of the counter she was leaning on.

"I am giving you room." He stepped forward, matching the energy.

"You are looking for an easy out." Again, speaking as if scolding a child. He must see that's effectively what he's doing. She moved around the space to be in front of him, still keeping a distance. No backing down.

"You assume too much of my ego." He didn't move away, stoic and almost red hot. Like a bad habit, she looked for steam.

"You just expect me to believe that this is a noble cause?"

"Oh, I am doing this for selfish reasons. You have a….hold on me." His tone took a dangerous quality. Terse and sharp. "I am doing this for you and for the sake of the BAU." Aaron took a small step towards her.

"I'm going to ignore this note." He pointed at the counter, now behind her. "And if you win…you will choose the cases you want. Regardless of me, regardless of us. You will fucking choose." His eyes bore holes in her own. A few hours ago that would have make her knees buckle. Now it made her fists clench. "This is not some…payment. This is not an out. It's a fucking choice."

Pulling fire from somewhere, she dared to step into his space. Fighting that tingle which was now more like a full on rumble in her body for him, she almost spat her words. "Go to hell."

His nostrils flared, apparently hitting a nerve. "You first."

Their huffing, as if in some sound booth, was the only sound she could hear. It made her aware just how near they were. How had they gotten so close? His face was so tense and so tempting.

One falter in her gaze, darting to his mouth, and the mistake was made. That rumble floated up to her hears, washing over head like cool water.

She was so so angry…and she wanted him.

Almost on autopilot, a hand reaching up to his face tested his resolve. Not even sure if it wanted to smack him or caress his face, it moved to closer. But he grabbed her wrist, stopping it. She could break away if she wanted to. Nina didn't move. Two, three huffs passed. He then pushed their mouths together with such force it almost knocked her over. Their teeth clacked but she didn't care.

As if in a hurry, he moved from her mouth down to her collarbone. Hands gripped and grasped her sides.

"Tell me to stop." The voice came gruff with residual anger. She knew Aaron was asking for consent, despite the force he was using. "Tell me to stop Nina."

"Fuck you." She threw out instead, already panting. Hot breath washed over her skin.

"Do you remember Lemon?" Their safeword was practically burned on to the back of her skull. She was still harboring petty rage, deciding to stay silent. Then he bit her neck causing a yelp. "Do you remember." The words were curt.

"Yes", she breathed.

"Good."

Hands went everywhere. Clawing at his button-up until it came off, she relished feeling his arms. He in turn slid up her shirt, not stopping anywhere particular, just continuing to grasp. She wasn't wearing a bra she remembered. It now felt dirtier than it originally was. Hotch added on to the feeling, moving around to thumb at her nipples as he tongued her jugular.

Without slowing down he moved the fabric up and mouthed her exposed breasts, clutching them in his teeth with each motion. She let out a hefty moan. He muttered something, focused on her erect nipples, then neck, then shoulder…

There was more teeth than last time, not that she was complaining. It was a small release to nip his skin when it came near. Her blood still boiled hot and she felt like she understood the eroticism in wrestling.

In a practiced motion, his two thumbs hooked under her pants and underwear, sliding them down for her to kick off. Her t-shirt flopped back down as a result. It was big enough on her to serve as a very short curtain over all he had exposed. She felt air on the underside of her ass.

His mouth claimed her ear as he moved two hands down to her cheeks, roughly gripping them. It effectively exposed her wet center to the room around them.

His next words were stern and hot in her ear. "Get on your knees."

If anyone asked what she did next, she would lie. She would say that he was sent out, tail between his legs and tan on his hide. But the truth is the phrase indeed made her knees buckle. She was hungry.

She kneeled, causing more air to kiss her lower half. Aaron on the other hand had only lost his button-up, mouth marks dotting his toned arms.

As he undid his buckle and zipper, she remembered that she hadn't seen all of him before. And now, him above and her below, she was met with his shaft. Nina often changed exactly what it looked like during her nightly fantasies. It was always ambiguous. But here it was: thick, erect and almost pulsing, begging to be tasted and teased.

He re-buckled over the tuft of hair on the top, intentionally leaving his pants on but his penis exposed. Controlled access.

Nina placed a hand on either hip and licked a trail from the underside of his dick all the way to the tip. Air was pushed out of his nostrils. He tasted of sweat and smelled like some kind of soap. A hand ran over her hair and caressed her scalp

Feeling petty, she made sure to deny him entry to her mouth. But Aaron was not amused, despite his absent swaying. After the third pass, he yanked her hair back forcing her hands to come to her thighs to gain balance.

He sighed. It felt good to annoy him.

"Open your mouth." It opened.

His hold on her hair did not ease as the shaft entered her mouth. He switched hands, leaning back ever so slightly to have full view. Her gag reflex wasn't iron clad and his hand was forceful, but she let him use her mouth. The speed was manageable but rough. He was testing her resolve maybe. She closed her eyes, allowing the tight grip to hold her steady and focused on breathing.

No better privacy than her own apartment and yet she felt on display. Dripping at the though of what it all must look like.

'It's because he's watching you', She thought. It made her all the more slick. Devilishly, Nina cupped her tongue a little more.

"Fuck" escaped him, muttering something afterward again.

It was frustrating, the muttering. He knew she wanted to hear whatever those sinful words were.

He suddenly started to slide away from her tongue, leaving her chin covered with spit and precum. But Nina moved faster than him, closing her mouth around his head and sucking, hard. Retaliation for testing her. The hair on her head screamed as he pulled it back in response, fully sliding out with a soft pop.

Keeping his vice grip, he squatted to meet her level. Mouth was still parted slightly and face flushed, she expected to be scolded. She wanted to be. Instead he asked her a question.

"Where are your condoms?" It was still terse in tone and caught her off guard. He was so close and so so sexy. She wanted him to kiss her, deep and hard. Even so, she dared to keep her mouth closed.

'If you know I have them…you're smart enough to find them.' she thought. 'Figure it out.'

Warm and panting, Nina didn't speak.

"Fine." He stood, finally releasing her hair. From her position on the floor, she could watch him go directly to the side table next to her bed, finding his prize. Leave it to SSA Hotchner to make quick work of a search. A little raw, she used the back of the couch to help herself up as he stalked closer.

"You don't want to fucking talk?" He flipped off his undershirt. Then he placed her to sit atop the back of the couch. A perfect waist height. "I'll make you fucking talk." His mouth dipped, lifting her shirt and biting at her breasts, no doubt leaving bruises.

"Ahn!" It was deliciously painful. Just as he turned to circle her erect nipples, she felt his hands wrenching her legs apart. God knows the stain she was already making on the couch. He rubbed a knuckle across her labia, taking a survey.

"Good and wet for me," He approved. She almost trembled, unable to stop her hips from rolling towards him.

He removed his hand from below and instead gripped her jaw, forcing her mouth open again. He placed the corner of the crumpled memo in her mouth. When did he grab it off the counter?

"This drops, I stop." Nina instinctively clasped it between her teeth, too distracted to think. He held eye contact and dragged his hand down her torso.

"You touch me, I stop." Slowly, ever so slowly, he slid a finger between her lower lips.

"You move your hands from this couch, I stop." His touch seared into the too sensitive skin, inching around her clit. "Do you understand?"

"Hnnngh!" Was all she could manage, the tshirt remaining lifted by her collar as her chest heaved. It was almost too much. Fingernails dug into the couch as Aaron watched her squirm. Her knees lifted slightly with every rotation, being careful to not close. God no she did not want to close her legs.

"Unhf…unff…unnff.." He sped up and her hips rolled as best they could, desperately trying to anticipate his moves. Through half-closed eyes, she could see him watching. Studying her. The all too familiar look he held many times before: determination, attention, and power. He moved back and forth between touching and teasing her clit, seeing how high her moans could go.

"That's right...good girl.." He mused, talking as if to a room full of eager students. "Show me how good that feels." Pressure was building. His voice sounded like God's.

"Show me how you'll fucking take me." He growled. Like a dream, two fingers slid deep inside her which caused her to open mouth moan. True to his word, the paper fell from her mouth and he immediately withdrew. It left her empty and whining.

"Wait..no..please.." She was breathless and begging shamelessly. He coldly stepped back out of reach, letting her squirm for his touch.

She was fully whimpering now. Whatever petty resolve she held before was crumbling. Her legs squeezed together helplessly, desperately needing some kind of stimulation. And yet, she refused to move her hands, hoping it would encourage him to resume. Her inner thighs were completely drenched.

Hotch lightly tilted his head back and smoothed a hand over his erect cock, continuing to appraise her. Settling on her eyes, he made her watch as the two magic fingers entered his own mouth. The arms on that man….

His digits left with a wet sucking sound, pupils wide.

"Hotch..." She whined again.

He took his time to close the distance, starting to leisurely stroke himself. "Louder." His other hand fully undid his belt and let his pants and boxers drop. The sight of him, his strong and cut form, almost hunting her, just fed the anticipation.

"Please Hotch."

Her nipples were cold and prominent. A hand broke away to grip her own thigh and feel the slick wet skin.

"Put your hand back." He snapped. The hand immediately returned.

He finally reached her and slid the condom on but gave her no insinuation of release.

"You want me inside you, don't you." She opened her legs wider for him as if on command. He began dragging his hands up her thighs, then pulling away. It was agony. Still, her hands stayed put.

"Yes..hnnh.." Words kept dissolving to huffs.

She strained to meet his mouth. He expertly moved out of reach.

"Beg." His hands got closer, pulled away.

"Aaron..please...fuck." His hands then reached the skin that lived on the inner crease between her thigh and pelvis. She almost jumped upon feeling him trail along her slit with his tip.

"Please, please…." If he would just slide it in...she squeaked with anticipation and shut her eyes.

"Look at me." Almost lightheaded at this point from all this damn huffing, Nina forced herself to look at him. Aaron had sweat on his forehead and a deep stare. The next second, he filled her with a growl.

"Mine."

"Ahnfuck!" She screamed. He felt so fucking good, so fucking dense, inside of her. No use containing her ecstasy, her hands lifted off the couch and clutched the back of his neck. "Yes, yes, yes!" Each pulse was punctuated by her moans.

Her mouth drunkenly kissed and bit and licked whatever skin on his neck she could.

"This what you want?" He said in her ear. "You want me deep inside your pussy?"

"Yes! God!" His thrusts were deep and long, the motion almost knocking her backwards off the couch. His hand returned to her hair, gathering and pulling to expose her neck. "Hanh!"

In her ear, he spoke as if it was law:"You're mine, you hear me?"The pressure was building making everything tighter and wetter.
"You're mine and you're going to come when I tell you to."

Hot loud moans escaped, desperately trying to control how much she wanted to spill over. "Yes baby, yes, make it wetter for me. Good girl." He moved his hands to lift her legs a little higher on either side of his waist, gaining that much more depth.

"Fuck!" was all she could say as she hooked her ankles around him. She was so close. This was going to make a mess.

He squeezed his hand on her hip, dipping to bite her neck. Nina's chest felt it might explode. The thought to count his pumps to keep it together crossed her mind.

"Please!" She begged, desperate.

Finally, benevolently, "Come for me."

She released with a scream, squirting over him and the floor and no doubt the couch under them. He continued to stroke into her, only slowing when he himself was pumped dry.

Coming down, Nina realized she just might get a note from a neighbor. But there was no energy left in her to be embarrassed. Aaron was rubbing her neck as they angled to kiss. It was a deep and amorous one. Lifting her up, he carried her to the bed not so far away. She lazily flipped the light switch down on the way. The room was neat enough from her earlier cleaning.

Gently settling her down, he tossed off the used condom and tangled himself in her once more. His hands and mouth turned to soft touch and attentive caresses instantly

It reminded her of those rare times she saw him this soft in their work. When a victim dared to be vulnerable and he was the first to treat them with care. The way he was careful with their crumbling walls. She loved how careful he was with her now.

Slowly sobering, she realized he was muttering again. The room was quiet save for the shuffle of comforter underneath the pair. It let her focus in and hear what he was saying.

"-have faith in you...I have faith in you…"

She didn't have the energy to delve into the inevitable conversation that would lead to. So she decided to pretend to not understand him.

"Stay?" she said instead. He could very well have every reason to leave. But him so intimately holding her, this limbo where everything was sweet and serene, she wanted it to last as long as it could.

To her relief, he nodded. Quickly after, she fell asleep.

Reviews always welcome! Sequel in the works!