United We Stand 2 And Then There Were Two
The continuing story of United We Stand. The story picks up where we left off. JJ is in the hospital. Shawna Flynn's team is disappearing and new bonds are formed at what cost? And the Unsub is quietly plotting.
I do not own the rights to criminal minds, or any part of CBS. This story is fictional and any resemblance to actual people living or dead is purely coincidence. This is part two of United We Stand, please read part one if you haven't already.
Chapter 2
Hotch pulled up in front of his house. Shawna was stunned he brought her here. He opened his door, hesitating a moment, asking if she was upset that they came here. She shook her head no, her dark hair brushing against her shoulders. He longed to touch the silky stands, run his fingers through the length of it. Hers was dark like his, but her eyes a shade of blue that he rarely saw. They were piercing yet he was drawn to their depth.
She opened her car door and stepped out and so did he. He walked with her, his hand on her back, leading her to his door. Once inside Shawna put her bag down, and she took a look around. Nothing out of the ordinary, Hotch's place was neat and orderly, just like the man. She didn't expect anything different. He put his brief case on the counter, tossed his keys on the table and removed his jacket. Then he helped her out of hers, hanging them both up by the door. Without any formality he scooped her up and carried her to his bedroom.
Shawna put her arms around Hotch's shoulders and looked into his eyes as he carried her to his room. She wanted to be with him so much that she didn't care if there was romance or a semblance of seduction. It actually felt good to know he wanted her and she would take what he had to offer.
Once inside, Hotch set her down on his bed and climbed in with her. He still wore his tie, crisp white shirt, dark slacks, and belt. She was completely dressed sweater and black skirt. She didn't try to undress him; she just waited, lying there with him. He looked down at her and she touched his hair next to his temple. Hotch lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her tenderly. A soft kiss was something different for both of them. And she enjoyed the feeling of lingering in this moment. He put his hand at her waist and she put her arm around his neck still touching his hair with her other hand. He deepened the kiss and she responded by intertwining their legs.
He moved slowly, and she wished he would take her, but she wanted this to last and she liked the pace he set. He ran his hand down her thigh and then back up under her skirt touching her bare leg up to her hip. She drew in a deep breath and held it. Shawna undid Hotch's tie and she unbutton the first few buttons on his shirt. She kissed his neck and trailed kisses lower to his chest as far as the fabric would allow her. Hotch got up onto his knees and took off his shirt, Shawna sat up not wanting to spend even a moment away from him. She kissed him some more, running her hands over his shoulders and down his back. He gathered her into his arms and pulled her up onto her knees, into a kiss, opened mouth, mingling their tongues. She held her breath, her eyes drifting closed. Hotch wanted to explore this woman, see her in this light and not have grief or alcohol fueling the fire. Slowly he lifted her sweater up over her head, undid her bra, kissing her neck and moving to her breasts.
She arched her back to allow him access. Chills went up her spin and she inhaled sharply exhaling slowly a few seconds later. Deep sensations were swirling around her head and stole her thoughts. She put her hands into his hair and held onto him as he brought out the sensual side of her. She loved the feelings he brought out in her. Ones of desire and protection. With Hotch she knew he could keep her safe, distract her from the pain she was feeling and give her, if only for a moment, bliss.
He helped her out of her skirt, putting his hand on her backside, he looped his fingers into her panties and pulled them down. Sliding the length of her body as he moved her underwear down her legs and then off, throwing them onto the floor. She leaned back onto the bed and he trailed kisses up her leg. She felt like it was fire on her skin, yet she shook with chills of desire. He stopped briefly exploring the source of her womanhood, and Shawna gasped. His tongue slowly making circles over her flesh dipping deep between her folds and flicking over her clit. When she could not take anymore she grabbed him at his shoulders and pulled him up to her. She bit her lip as she pushed him onto his back, wanting to give him as much as he gave her. She quickly opened his belt and unbuttoned his slacks. She slid his zipper down and Hotch told her to wait a second. She didn't want to but she obeyed, curious about what he would do.
He stood, taking off his slacks and underwear in one quick movement. Shawna was kneeling on his bed and when she saw him naked she let out a hmmm and she reached for him.
He knelt in front of her and kissed her. She pressed her body to him breaking from the kiss to trail wet lip prints down his neck, over his collar bone and then back up to his jaw. Simultaneously reaching down between them, she curled her fingers around his shaft stroking slowly, but firmly. He moaned and her desire for him renewed stronger than before. She was breathing hard and he was responding to her caresses with a few of his own. He moved his fingers in a slow circular motion. She moved her knees apart slightly to allow him to get closer insert his fingers deeper.
Hotch moved his hips with her stokes completely unaware of anything but the feelings she was giving him and the scent, taste and texture of her body. He kissed her starting at her jaw and worked his way down. He cradled her head with his free hand, cupping her scull in his palm. Shawna lulled her head fall back as he touched her skin with his tongue. She thought of what he was doing with his tongue moments before and she felt as if she couldn't wait much longer. His hands were bringing her to the edge and she longed for him to take her over into perpetual bliss. On a breathy whisper he said, "Oh Aaron."
Hearing his name was his undoing, he pulled her legs out from under her in one swift movement, dropping her to the mattress. A second later he climbed on top of her and slid inside of her, thrusting deep. Shawna cried out and he matched her moans, as pleasure assaulted his nerve endings. He moved slowly at first, increasing the tempo with her vocal encouragement. She clung to him as she slid over the edge and the world swirled around her, breaking the dam and dragging her on a tidal wave of ecstasy. Seconds later he pulsed into her, grunting out his release.