Author's Note: Deception can be fun. Doing it to one of the founders of the BAU is entirely another thing.
Rating is T: definitely needed.
Chapter 8 – Getting To Know All About You
The first few weeks of January sped by. While Hotch and the team seemed to chase unsub after unsub, Cait had been busy prepping for the new semester which had started that Tuesday. While they talked every night, it wasn't the same. He missed seeing her, her soft touch; hell, he just missed her. When the phone rang in his office at the BAU around two that Friday afternoon, he grabbed it after the first ring.
"Agent Hotchner."
"Hi," the voice simply said. "I've missed you. Welcome home."
"I've missed you and it's good to be home. Now if the unsubs would cooperate."
"Isn't it your weekend to have Jack?"
"It's supposed to be but Haley and I traded. I've barely seen him in three weeks but it's her mother's birthday tomorrow. They're spending the weekend there. But I get him the next two weekends. That is, if the bad guys cooperate. Sorry Cait, I didn't mean to dump on you. I guess I'm just feeling a little sorry for myself."
"Aaron, you miss your son. That's natural, not dumping on me. What are you doing tonight?"
"After being out of the office for nearly all of three weeks, what do you think?"
"Screw the paperwork Aaron and relax for one night."
"You sound like Dave. How was your first week of classes?"
"Chaotic as usual; they've had nearly six weeks off and they still don't want to buckle down. Especially the seniors; you'd think they would understand the most. Oh well, now I'm dumping on you."
"That's what I'm occasionally here for."
"Aaron, I'm not Haley. Don't you ever apologize to me about doing your job. You know how much I support what you and your team does."
"Yes, I do and it's appreciated. So, let me rewind this conversation a bit. Sounds like you want to get together tonight?"
"Aaron, I haven't seen you in three weeks. And, oh by the way, Matt has teen lock-in with his youth group tonight and Michael is staying overnight at a friend's."
"Would we talking about taking that next step?"
"Yes, we would be."
Hotch smiled broadly. "I guess I'm pounding out a lot of paperwork this afternoon. Your place or mine?"
"My neighbor is home. Yours."
(TB)
Aaron got home, changed and wondered around trying to pass the time until Cait showed up. He hadn't felt this nervous in a very long time. As he continued to pace, he thought to himself, "You're like a horny teenager." But it had been a long time since he shared a bed with a beautiful woman. The knock at the door brought him back to reality.
If there ever was a woman that could look sexy in a worn Georgetown letter jacket and jeans, it was Cait Barkley. He welcomed her with a long kiss and a strong embrace. He wanted as much of her as he possibly could.
After a few minutes, Cait pulled out the embrace to take her coat off. When Aaron returned from hanging it up, Cait draped her hand around his neck and pulled him into a sensual kiss. Aaron could feel the bulge at his zipper. He pushed his hands up under her sweater and began to massage her breasts. Cait moaned in his mouth. "I just told myself not to act like a horny teenager," he whispered in her ear.
"I don't mind." She opened his belt and jeans and her long fingers found her goal and she began stroking his length. All sense of reasonable thought left Aaron. He gently pulled her into his bedroom and slipped her sweater over her head. Cait quickly shed him of his pullover and t-shirt. As he was taking her bra off, Cait playfully tongued one of his nipples. Aaron loosened her jeans and sat her down on the bed. He had to slow things down a bit or this was going to be over before it started. He pulled off her jeans, shoes and socks, then her panties and took a deep breath. Like everything else about her, she was beautiful.
Cait reached up and pulled Aaron's jeans down to his ankles. He slid them off along with his socks. The front of his boxers were highly tented. "I think a bad boy wants out," she said as she pulled his shorts down.
"No," Aaron said softly. "A bad boy wants in."
"Let's take care of that."
(TB)
In the afterglow, Cait laid on top of Aaron's chest, one hand quietly caressing his bicep as the other was still entwined in his fingers. As their hearts finally slowed to a normal rate, Cait took her head from her muzzle of Aaron' neck and kissed the hollow at the bottom of his throat. "That was wonderful," she simply said.
"Yes, it was. I hope I didn't hurt you. It's been awhile."
Cait rose up and put one hand across his chest to support herself as she looked deeply into his eyes. "No, you didn't hurt me," she smiled. "And you want to talk 'awhile'; try fourteen years."
"Wow, not that long." He pulled her back to his chest. "I could stay like this forever."
As they laid there enjoying the wonderful moment, their stomachs growled in synch. They both laughed. "Does that mean were good together?' Aaron asked.
Cait slid off his chest to lay by his side, curled up in his arm. His hand caressed her side and hip bone. "I'd say so," as she gently played with the hair between his nipples. Her stomach rumbled again.
"Are you that hungry?"
"I'm starving Aaron." He rolled out of bed, perfectly at ease being naked in front of her. He grabbed a pair of sweatpants from a drawer and pulled them on and reached down and threw on his t-shirt. Cait pulled her jeans on and said, "You have a sweatshirt I could wear?"
"Sure," he said, reaching into another drawer. He pulled out an FBI Academy dark blue one and handed it to her.
"Thanks." She put it on and he pulled her up and gave her a long kiss. "I am the luckiest man in the world to have you in my life."
"The feeling is very mutual," Cait said as her stomach growled for the third time.
They walked into Hotch's kitchen as he opened the fridge. Cait noticed the painting on the door. "A Master Jack Hotchner original I assume?"
"That would be correct," Aaron proudly smiled. "It's pretty slim pickings in here. Chinese or pizza?"
"I live with two teenage boys who hate Chinese."
Hotch opened the cupboard and pulled out a take-out menu for Chang's Oriental Eatery. "Pick out what you like." Cait looked the menu over and told him her selection. He picked up the phone and dialed without looking at the number on the menu. "The delivery man and I are on a first name basis."
Cait rolled her eyes and laughed as she made her way to the couch. Hotch placed the order and hung up the phone. "Want a drink Cait?" he said as he walked over to his small bar. "I've got scotch and scotch."
She smiled over the top of the couch, "Mmmm, I think I'll have a scotch." Aaron poured two glasses and walked over to her. He handed her the glass and sat down, putting his arm around her shoulder.
"You didn't bring in your overnight bag," he commented.
"I really wasn't planning on staying. Beans has to be let out tonight."
"Isn't there someone you could call?"
"Normally, Jamaal or Lisa next door would, but they're gone for the weekend."
Hotch wanted her to stay the night since the boys were gone, but he knew there was only one alternative.
"Do you think you could pull the wool over his eyes?"
"Grab my coat while I get my shoes," she said as she sat her glass on the end table turning to go to the bedroom.
"Cait, you've lost me."
"If I'm going to tell him that I've met a friend for drinks in the city since the boys are gone but I'm having such a great time and I'm a responsible driver, so I'm going to get a room for the night, don't you think there should be traffic noise in the background?"
"You are a good woman."
"Yes, I am. But I'm really going to prove it to you later."
Hotch just smiled as she slid out the door. She came back in a few minutes later. "Did he buy it?"
"Hook, line and sinker. Even told me to have a great time."
"I think I can provide that."
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