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While Hotch went to take a shower, Emily pulled her long hair back into a loose, looped ponytail, turned on a well-worn Bob Marley CD and then went into the spacious kitchen to cook breakfast for the two of them. She was hungry and wanted something good to eat.
Hotch emerged from the shower and immediately smelled bacon frying. He walked into the kitchen and his suspicions were confirmed. Emily had pancakes on the griddle, bacon frying in a pan on the stove, and coffee brewing. He leaned against the doorframe and watched her silently. She was swaying along to the reggae gently and quietly singing the words with the songs. Her long hair was up off her shoulders and her soft, white skin was more exposed. Her black, spandex yoga pants had slipped down further on her hips and her tank top seemed to have ridden up somewhat. He was more attracted to her than he'd ever been.
Emily seemed to sense his presence and she glanced over her shoulder and smiled at him. "Are you enjoying watch me cook?"
"Yes, as a matter-of-fact, I am." He smiled at her again and walked over to her, gathering up in his arms carefully.
"I look like crud, and you're still attracted to me?" Her tone portrayed her disbelief.
Aaron leaned in closed kissed her long and lingeringly. "Yes, sweetheart, as a matter of fact, I am. I like you like this. You seem—more yourself." Then he kissed her again and her metal spatula fell to the floor as Hotch pressed her back against the refrigerator door.
"Stop!" she exclaimed playfully, struggling to get away from him. "You're going to make me burn your pancakes!" She pushed him away from her, picked up her spatula and waved it at him threateningly.
Hotch gazed at Emily as she flipped the pancakes and turned the temp on the bacon down. It had been so long since he had felt this way about someone. He and Haley had "lost that lovin' feeling" years ago. Life had become a monotonous routine for them. Kisses had become a mandatory sign of affection. For some unknown reason, Hotch didn't think things would grow boring with this woman. Not only did she understand his job, but she was on his team.
Strangely enough, the fact that Aaron was starting a relationship with someone who took orders from him didn't make him anxious. The team would understand and allow it, as long as it didn't get in the way of their work. Just looking at Emily made Hotch want to hold her close again and kiss her lips, neck, cheeks…he just wanted her.
After breakfast, Emily took a shower while Hotch went back to his place to change clothes. As she turned the water on, she grabbed a bottle of Ralph Lauren Romance bodywash. It had been a gift from J.J. last Christmas and, right now, it fit the mood Emily was in. She lathered her body up with it and then rinsed off the suds.
When she got out, she assumed that Hotch was still gone. She walked out of the bathroom, wearing a short towel wrapped around herself and bumped right into Hotch.