A/N: I know, I know I took too long, I'm sorry. But I think it was worth it. This is the last but one in this fic and it's more fluffy than smut. I hope you like it! Please, let more reviews, I really appreciate them!

Disclaimer: Don't own them.

PART IV

Emily came out of the bedroom dressed only with one of Hotch's t-shirts and her panties and smiled at the hungry look from the naked man on the bed watching her. "Like what you see?" She teased and squealed when he took her hand and pulled her up, straddling him.

"Oh, I like it… so much…" He grinned before taking her mouth with his in a fierce kiss. They had done it two more times, each one more intense than the before. Pulling apart he looked at her flushed face and swallowed. "God, you're absolutely magnificent. How is possible that you're even more beautiful than nineteen years ago?" He asked in awe, his hands running through her back beneath his t-shirt.

"Aaron…" She blushed and looked down, focusing on his naked chest, tracing his faded scars with the tip of her fingers. His hand covered hers stopping her movements.

"Emily, don't…" He whispered ashamed. He hadn't been with anyone ever since his divorce so aside from the doctors no one had ever saw the scars from Foyet's attack.

She looked at him and saw the pained look on his face and felt the tears starting to poll on her eyes. She looked down again, her hand still on his chest right above his heart. "That was one of the worst days of my life…" She whispered without looking at him. "I just felt something, you know. I knew that something was wrong. I knew that you were in danger… I couldn't focus in anything so I just gave up and went after you… when I got inside your place… the hole in the wall… the blood… your blood… I thought you were…" She couldn't finish and the first tear rolled down her cheek.

"Emily…" He whispered painfully. He never asked her how it was for her finding him in the hospital. He was so focused on his pain and his family that he didn't think about how traumatic it was for her to find him on the hospital, unconscious. He wiped the tear with his thumb and lifted her chin to make her look at him. The way her eyes looked so lost and sad made his heart clench. "I'm so sorry sweetheart. I never talked to you about this… I never try to know if you were okay after finding me…"

She shook her head dismissively. "Don't, Aaron. I wasn't expecting you to do so. You had so much in your mind with Haley and Jack. Don't feel bad for not focusing on me because there wasn't any reason for you to do. I talked to JJ sometimes… Dave too. They helped me to get through. But that's why I insisted in picking you and dropping you from work. It eased my worries knowing that you were home and everything was okay, you were safe."

He looked at her seriously for a few moments. "I never thanked you for being by my side back then, didn't I? Not only after my attack but after Haley's death too. You were always there, available, more than anyone else on the team. I never thanked you for that, I'm sorry".

"I did it because I wanted. Don't feel sorry. I'd do it again…" She said truthfully.

He smiled at her and leaned in, taking her mouth with his in a long deep kiss. He kissed her thoroughly, enjoying the taste of her and the feeling of her skin under his fingertips. This kiss wasn't like the ones before and they both were aware of that. It wasn't based on desire or lust. It was about trust and acceptance. It was about the feelings they both had been developing towards the other during the years.

It was about how she sacrificed her own career to protect his, without a second thought. It was about how he decided to leave his wife and son at home but felt like he couldn't do his job without her presence anymore. It was about how sorry for him she felt when his wife all but humiliated him, sending the divorce papers to be served on his job, in front of his whole team. It was about how much she had worried about him when he was involved at the explosion in New York. It was about how much he had worried about her when she was inside that compound, being beaten by that sociopath.

It was about how jealous he was when that Viper guy was hitting on her or how he thought she was absolutely beautiful when she got ready to go meet him. It was about how much he wanted to take her in his arms when she entered his office, soaked, with red eyes, mourning her friend's death. It was about how terrified she was that he was dead when she found his place covered on blood. It was about how thankful and glad he was for her presence during all Foyet's saga. It was about how heart-broken she was when they found him beaten the reaper to death, desperate because he had been too late to save his ex-wife. It was about how much he adored her every time she went to his place with food or a new toy for his boy, just to try to easy his life a little bit and make Jack happy.

It was about how much he felt guilt when he couldn't save her from Doyle or arrest or kill him that time. It was about how much she was thankful that he had risked his career to save her life. It was about how much he had missed her when she was gone. It was about how much she was glad for his support when she was back.

It was about all the times when they spoke their feelings with actions, big or small ones, with their eyes, with their loyalty towards each other.

It was about how much more than sex this was.

It was about the possibilities.

It was about how much they had wanted this for so long.

It was about maturity.

It was about being able to finally put their feelings above their jobs.

It was about the love they could build together from now on.

They pulled apart breathlessly and looked at each other meaningfully. He took his t-shirt above her head and flipped her on her back hovering her with his hard body. He brushed the hair off of her face tenderly and smiled at her. "Aaron…" She whispered quietly and he took her lips once more, moaning throatily. His hands caressed her body like it was porcelain, enjoying the softness of her skin. Her hands linked around his neck, playing with his hair and then down to caress his cheeks while his mouth devoured her.

He brought his mouth to her neck and traced every inch of her skin with open-mouthed kisses, licks and little bites, murmuring in a low husky voice. "You are so beautiful… so soft… so sweet… you feel so good…"

She moaned lowly and gripped his shoulders more tightly. "Aaron…"

"Ssh…" He shushed her and continued his assault. "Ssh, sweetheart… let me take care of you" he looked up to her eyes "let me make love to you".

She felt the tears pricking her eyes with the adoration she found on his and nodded. He descended his mouth again to her collarbone, finding the way down to her breasts. He gently took one nipple between his lips and sucked carefully, while his hand caressed the other one. He licked his one to the other, switching sides and tactics, enjoying all the little noises and whimpers she was making.

He knelt on the bed beside her and took the last piece of cloth that covered her down her legs, letting her all exposed to him again. He looked at her from head to toe in awe. "You are so beautiful, sweetheart". She smiled at him and tugged him by his hand down to her again, capturing his lips hungrily while wrapping her legs around his waist, moaning at the brush of his erection with her center.

She pulled apart bucking her hips with his. "Make love to me, Aaron".

He lined himself and entered her with one slow thrust, savoring the feel of her enveloping him tightly. He started to move slowly, with deep and long thrusts, hitting all the rights spots every time, making her gasp and moan. "Oh God, you feel too good". He groaned on her neck, fastening his pace a little bit.

"Yes, yes, ohhhh Aaron. Faster babe, please". She whimpered and he complied her wishes. "Yes, right there!" She gasped when he again, so ably, found her right spot and started to rub it with every thrust.

He looked to her flushed face, her eyes closed and mouth parted and felt a mix of male pride and happiness. "Look at me Emily". He ordered hoarsely and her eyes opened to meet his. "You're mine. Only mine, Emily". He stated firmly and she couldn't help but nod to him, the pleasure too much and too deep to allow her make any arguments, not that she would do it anyway. She was his, ever since the first time. "Say it, I need to hear you say it babe".

"I'm yours Aaron. I've always been yours. I'll always be yours…" She half spoke, half sobbed, already teetering the edge.

""You're close, aren't you? I can feel it". At her moan of agreement he said husky on her ear. "Come with me sweetheart. Come with me". He speeded his thrusts and sending them both to the bliss, calling each other names with moans.

He collapsed breathlessly on top of her and took a few moments to recover. When he pulled out, he smiled at the little whine she emitted and quickly brought her to his arms. After a few minutes of silence he heard her small voice. "This means something more, doesn't?"

He pulled her up to stay face to face with her and caressed her face with the tip of his fingers. "I want it to mean more. Do you?" He asked hopefully.

"More than anything". She whispered and he smiled, kissing her sweetly. She buried her face on the crook of his neck and sighed happily.

"Sleep sweetheart. We have the whole time in the world". He whispered on her hair and kissed her head, cuddling closer to her.

"G'night Aaron". She whispered.

"Night, beautiful".

A/N: Next and last one will be with the team again. Your reviews will say how long it will take for me to post it!