Unforgettable Nights, Unforgivable Mistakes

Chapter 2: A Very Unusual Goodbye

Emily was in her hotel room at the Crowne Plaza; it sounded silly, yeah, but a necessity because all her belongings were already shipped to London, all she had left were a couple of suitcases with her clothing and a few other things she had used the last couple of days. She had sublet her apartment a couple weeks ago, and although Penelope and JJ insisted that she stay with one of them, she refused, because she needed her personal space, even if it was only a hotel room.

Emily checked her reflection in the mirror as she finished the last strands of her curly hair. She truly looked tired and paler than usual; if it were up to her, she would have stayed in the room tonight, ordered room service, had some wine and then go to bed. Her plane departure wasn't until noon the next day, but still she wanted to stay in bed and mourn leaving her family. She still didn't understand why all of a sudden, she had gotten so emotional about leaving. She thought she had it all under control, but now, now, she just felt like crying. Come on...Emily, what is wrong with you...man up...you're not weak! You're doing the right thing...wasn't she?

She hated feeling this way, everything was fine until this morning and all of a sudden, she felt like she should be staying, looking at all her friends so sadly because she was leaving made her feel sad, and it made her question her actions. See, this was exactly why she didn't want to go out tonight...she hated goodbyes, if it was up to her she would have left without saying goodbye, and it would have been so much easier. But no, her friends had to throw her a going away party and here she was trying to get ready; the girls would pick her up any minute, and she wasn't ready...or, maybe she didn't want to be.

This morning when she woke up, everything was fine...she thought she had a decision made that she was going to finish her last day and then go home, get ready and say goodbye, then leave and start her new life in London. But, something that day had made her feel different, unsecure, uncertain about her actions, and she wasn't sure what it was. Maybe it was the fact that Spencer had come to her asking her if there was anything he could do to make her stay. Emily knew he was hurting the most, and that she was basically the only one that always listened to him and made him feel better, and now that she was leaving, he felt lost, he wasn't happy. Emily tried to tell him they could still talk and Skype every night, they could email each other, and she even suggested he could come to London as many times as he wanted, but none of those options seemed enough for the young profiler. Or, maybe it was the fact that Strauss had pulled her into her office saying for the hundredth time what a terrible thing it was that she was leaving, and that the BAU would not be the same without her. Then, for the second time, Strauss mentioned how Emily would have been a great Unit Chief...a better one than the one they currently had, but Emily knew perfectly well she was just saying that because she hated Hotch, another reason why she and her now ex-boss had never liked each other. Strauss had always bragged about her excellent skills in front of him, something that truly made her former boss mad.

Then, there were the flowers incident. Emily had arrived to her desk early in the morning only to find a big bouquet of roses and calla lilies, bigger than any she had ever seen. The bouquet had no note, and she had no idea who they were from...she didn't have a boyfriend, or anyone that could possibly have that kind of attention for her, at least no one in America. She and the girls tried to come up with different scenarios to whom could have sent the flowers, and while they had fun trying to figure out the sender, none of their options were truly realistic, especially not the idea of old Detective Gray from Counter Terrorism on the Eighth floor. In the end, she had ended up giving the flowers to Garcia so she could decorate her office because she didn't want to take the flowers to the hotel; number one, she was leaving the next day and they would be thrown away and number two, she had no idea who they were from, for all she knew, it could be from a psycho creep stalker. That idea really made her uncomfortable so she gave the flowers away. Whatever it was that had happened that day, it had really put her in a very weird mood, and she really wished she could cancel this party and just stay in, but she couldn't do that to her friends.

A knock on the door brought her back from her thoughts, and she walked to the door, checking through the peephole...she smiled opening the door to her best friends, who were already laughing loudly and ready to party.

"Oh no, is that what you're wearing?" JJ asked arching her eyebrows.

"Hello to you, too." Emily said, walking towards the bed to pick up her jacket.

"Emily, she's right, you can't go out dressed like that!" Penelope stated.

"Dressed like what!?" Emily asked, almost offended.

"Like you are going to the supermarket, or something." JJ said, looking at the brunette in a pair of jeans and black shirt.

"We're going to a bar, JJ, what do you want me to wear? A wedding dress?"

"Actually, it's a club, and yes, something with more meaning to it." Garcia said, exasperated.

"This is all I have...everything else has been shipped already." Emily said rolling her eyes.

"See, this is the part were you thank God for having amazing friends." JJ said, handing her the shopping bag.

"What is this?" Emily asked, looking at the blonde skeptically. Emily took the bag and opened it, her face showing shock immediately.

"Oh...no...no...no...I'm not wearing that...forget it!" Emily protested, handing the shopping bag back to her.

"Oh, come on, Emily, don't be such a stick in the mud, it's your last night here." Penelope said, taking the bag from JJ's hand and removing the contents.

"Go...change!" The blonde ordered, handing her the outfit.

"There is no way I'm going out dressed like that." Emily stated stubbornly.

"Can you at least try it on please, just once? If you don't like it, then we can stop and buy you a nun's outfit." JJ said, sarcastically.

Emily knew that if she didn't at least try it on, they would not leave her alone, so, she grunted angrily and took the outfit from Penelope's hand, rolling her eyes and going into the bathroom.

A few minutes later Emily came out.

"Oh my God, you look..." JJ said, smiling widely.

"Like a slut?" Emily asked, feeling a little uncomfortable.

"Stunning!" JJ finished.

"Hot, beautiful, breathtaking." Garcia added.

Emily turned around to check herself in the mirror, the black strapless satin dress clung onto every single one of her curves, just like it should...it was tight and several inches above her knees. The black, tall stilettos made her look even taller. Her hair was held by a few pins, and it cascaded down her back in soft curls, and the black, smoky makeup she had chosen matched perfectly with the new dress.

"I don't know, I feel...weird." She said, nervously.

"Emily, you look beautiful, seriously, with that ass you'll kill everyone tonight." JJ said, smiling.

Emily sighed, she did like the way it looked, maybe it wasn't a bad idea...it was her last night in the States, after all, maybe she should loosen up and have a little fun.

"Fine, but I'm wearing a sweater on the top!" Emily said, walking toward her suitcase to find a black sweater to wear.

"Yeah...whatever you say...let's go, please." JJ rushed them, smiling widely. Emily truly looked beautiful.

The three friends left happily in JJ's car and drove to the club where they had planned to meet everyone else, "The Palace Night Club." JJ and Garcia were also wearing dresses, and they were planning on having a great night...they were sad that Emily was leaving, but they knew she had made her choice, and they had to respect that. Knowing their friendship would not end tonight, but it was going to be very hard to maintain it having one of their best friends so far away.

The girls entered the nightclub and were greeted with loud music and a good atmosphere; the club was very nice and one of the most exclusive ones in D.C. Emily quickly scanned around still feeling very uncomfortable in that outfit. She truly felt like a slut, but it was her last night there, so she was trying not to draw too much attention to herself.

The girls walked toward where Derek and Dave were sitting; they had already ordered a bottle of scotch and some beers, along with some appetizers, and they had also brought Emily a large, beautiful bouquet of flowers and balloons for Emily.

"Hey guys." Emily greeted.

"Whoa, princess, you look..." Morgan stated, but the scolding look she sent him made him change his wording. "Gorgeous." He finished, pulling her to him for a hug and kissed her cheek.

"Thank you, you don't look too bad yourself." She said, blushing slightly.

"Dave," Emily said, turning her attention to Dave for a hug.

"You look truly beautiful, Em." Dave said, realizing how stunning the brunette looked in that dress.

"Where's Spence?" JJ asked, after she and Penelope greeted the boys.

"He went to the bathroom, he's probably hiding there from all the women in the club." Derek said, laughing.

The girls sat down and Dave made some drinks for them, and their fun nights started with light conversation and drinks; they were just talking and enjoying their friend's company one last time. It truly was heart wrenching for everyone on the team to lose Emily, but they loved her and they supported her decision, and for now, they just wanted to make her last night the best one they possibly could for her.

A little while later, Penelope and Derek started to dance and have fun, JJ also took Spencer to the dance floor, while Emily and Dave watched and enjoyed their drinks.

"May I?" Dave asked, placing his drink down and putting his hand out to Emily to escort her to the dance floor. Emily just laughed and took his hand, with Dave leading her to the dance floor, and she relaxed as she enjoyed the music with Dave. Her friends were all happy and smiling, and she was thinking that maybe it had not been a bad idea to go out tonight...the company was amazing and so was the place and the drinks, this was her last night with them and she was planning to enjoy it to the fullest and nothing or anyone could change that...except...maybe...

"Oh...no...what's he doing here?" Emily hissed.

Dave turned around to see what had gotten her so upset all of a sudden, and his eyes were meeting with none other than Unit Chief Aaron Hotchner. He was surprisingly not wearing one of his elegant suits and tie; he was, instead, wearing a pair of black pants and a black dress shirt with no tie.

"The girls invited him, too...they thought you might like to see everyone your last night here." Dave said, looking at the brunette who suddenly seemed very uncomfortable.

"Yes, everyone but him!" She said angrily. She knew she sounded like a whiney teenager, but she didn't care...he truly had made her life a living hell, and she really wanted never to see him again.

"Come on, Em, give the man a chance. It's the last time you'll see him." Dave said, smiling at her. Emily just nodded, irritated.

"I'm going to the bathroom, I'll be right back!" She said, trying to avoid the Unit Chief, Dave nodded and walked back toward the table to meet Aaron.

"Hey, I wasn't expecting to see you here tonight." Dave smiled.

"Yeah, I'm not much of a party person, but JJ insisted so much, after all, it is Prentiss's last night here." Hotch said, looking at his friend, Dave just smirked.

"Prentiss? Really? Jesus, Aaron, you can't even call her by her name her last night here? She doesn't work for you any longer!" Hotch ignored his comment and reached for the bottle of scotch pouring some in a glass.

Meanwhile, Emily was looking at herself in the mirror of the girl's bathroom; she wasn't sure why she had gotten so angry, but his presence really bothered her. What the hell was he doing here, and who the hell had invited him? This was a party for her and her friends only. He had nothing to do with her, but she had manners, and she wasn't going to forget those just because of him. And, on top of everything else, she had left her sweater at the table and now she truly felt like a slut showing everything. But, she had to return to the table no matter what. She made her way back to the table where her friends where. Her now ex-boss was talking to Dave with his back to her, and he wasn't aware when she approached the table, until Dave reminded Hotch she was there.

"I was beginning to think some guy had kidnapped you in the bathroom." Dave said, smiling and joking around...Emily just rolled her eyes, smiling at him, and just in that moment, the Unit Chief turned around to face her...his shock was very evident in his reaction to her...

His jaw completely dropped, and he couldn't concentrate on anything else; he had never seen Emily dressed in anything other than professional clothes...

"Pre...Pre...Hi, Emily." He said, stammering...he could barely articulate the words.

"Hello, Sir." She spat coldly, hardly looking at him, as she sat down at the table and turning her attention to her friends.

Emily decided to ignore him the rest of the night and just have fun with her friends. The conversation quickly returned to normal, and so did their night. The team spent the rest of the night drinking and dancing; they were having a great time, and Emily was planning to enjoy her last night to its fullest. She danced with Dave again and with Derek, she even danced with Spencer and with the girls. Her former boss, however, spent most of the night at the table. Emily had not noticed, however, that his eyes had not strayed from her all night long.

It was very late at night and almost everyone was more than drunk, but they were still having fun. Emily was on the floor dancing with the girls when a few guys approached them and started dancing with them. One of the guys took Emily aside, and Hotch didn't like the way he was looking at her. The guy tried to pull Emily toward him, but Emily rejected him politely removing his hands from her. Hotch immediately stepped up from the table and approached them, while the guy tried to pull Emily toward him again, but Hotch stepped in, grabbing the brunette by the waist lightly and pulled her toward him.

"Excuse me, she's not alone." He told the guy, looking at him with piercing eyes. The guy immediately stepped away and left.

"What the hell do you think you're doing!?" Emily said angrily, looking at her old Unit Chief.

"He had his hands all over you!" Hotch said angrily.

"Why do you care, are you my father or what?" Emily spat angrily.

"No, but I'm not going to let anyone disrespect you." He replied evenly.

"Whatever, I'm going back to the table." She said, rolling her eyes trying to move away from him, but he pulled her closer to him by her waist.

"Don't leave, dance with me." He said, looking at her intensely, there was something in his eyes. Emily could see it, but she didn't know what it was, she wanted to move, but suddenly she froze looking at him.

Just as they were going to start dancing a slow song started and Hotch wrapped his arm around the brunette's waist and pulled her closer to him, their eyes connected…Emily wanted to move but she couldn't; never in her life did she ever imagine that she would be dancing this close with the man that she hated, the man that had made her life at the BAU a living hell, she hated him, right? Then, why in the hell couldn't she move away from him, she was frozen, this felt...so...good...the closeness. He started swaying her around slowly, and she let him lead her on the floor, their eyes still connected. What was the spark she was seeing in his eyes? This wasn't right and yet it felt so good. After the song was over, Emily finally managed to pull away from him.

"I...think we should go back to the table." She started walking away from him and avoiding his gaze. Hotch just watched her as she walked away. Why could he not take his eyes away from her? Wasn't he supposed to dislike the female completely?

Reid was the first one to leave that night, claiming that he was very uncomfortable, and it was past his bed time. He said goodbye to Emily and then left; a little while later, Dave, too, said he had to leave because he was tired, although Emily was sure someone was already waiting for him at home. JJ, Garcia and Morgan stayed with Emily, as well as Hotch, and it wasn't until almost one thirty in the morning when Derek said it was too late, and he wanted to go home as well. Penelope took the opportunity to tell Derek to take her home since she was drunk. JJ had already called Will, and he was on his way to pick her up. JJ had asked Will to take Emily back to the hotel, as well.

Shortly afterward, Will walked in the bar to pick up JJ and Emily. It had been a great night, but now JJ was truly tired, however, Emily had gone to the bathroom and she had not returned, and that had been like fifteen minutes ago.

"What the hell is she doing in the bathroom?" JJ hissed, annoyed.

"Go check on her JJ, it's late, and I want to go home to Henry. He's with the babysitter." Will said, looking at his watch.

"Why don't you go home, JJ, I can take Emily to her hotel." Hotch offered.

"No, Hotch, I don't want to bother you, we can wait for her right, Will?" She said, looking at her boyfriend with piercing eyes.

"It's no bother, JJ, you're tired, and Will is waiting, besides, Emily didn't want to leave, just go, I promise I'll take her back to the hotel and made sure she gets there safely." Hotch offered again.

JJ turned to look at Hotch, then at her boyfriend, who looked really irritated, and she finally nodded.

"Okay, but make sure she calls me when she gets to her room, please." JJ told Hotch, picking up her coat. Hotch nodded and watched as JJ left the bar with her boyfriend.

About ten minutes later, Emily returned from the bathroom, looking more relaxed and smiling widely. Hotch had never realized what a nice smile she had.

"Where's JJ?" She asked, looking around.

"She left, they had to get back to Henry." Hotch said shyly.

"What! She LEFT?" Emily said, raising her voice.

"It's okay, relax, I'm taking you back to the hotel." He offered.

"No thanks, I don't need your help." Emily said rudely, picking up her purse and sweater and walking toward the exit.

"Emily wait, stop, where're you going?" Hotch said, chasing after her.

"I'm taking a cab, thanks for your help, but I don't need anything from you." Emily said, but he grabbed her arm gently.

"Emily, please, you're drunk, let me take you." Hotch said politely, realizing how stubborn the brunette was, she ignored him and stepped to the curb to call a cab…Hotch watched from a few feet away.

The drunk guy that had tried to dance with her approached her again, his eyes scanning her body in a way that made Hotch very uncomfortable.

"Hey doll, do you need a ride home?" He asked, trying to pull the brunette toward him.

"No thanks." Emily said, pulling away from him and walking away.

"Come on, doll, we can have a lot of fun, baby." He was going to pull her to him again when Hotch jumped on him, pushing him away from her and knocking the guy to the sidewalk.

"Get your hands off her." Hotch hissed angrily.

"What is wrong with you!?" Emily asked indignantly, then looking at the guy on the sidewalk that was drunkenly struggling to get up from the sidewalk.

"We're leaving now." He said, grabbing her firmly and ignoring her statement, he walked toward his car holding her firmly. When they arrived at his car, she finally was able to release herself from his firm hold.

"Let go of me, Hotch, what the fuck is your problem?" She said angrily, snatching her arm from his grip.

"You are drunk, Emily, and that asshole wanted to take advantage of you." Hotch finally said angrily.

"Well, that's my problem, isn't it?" She spat, looking at him defiantly.

"Get in the car, Emily." Hotch ordered, trying not lose his cool.

"No, I'd rather go with that guy than go with you!" She said, glaring at him.

"You don't even know that guy." He said, glaring at her with piercing eyes.

"Well, I'm sure he's better than you, even if he had taken me to his place." Emily said. She was drunk and knew she was playing with fire, but she didn't care.

"You have no idea what you are talking about, get in the car, please." Hotch said angrily.

"No! And leave, please, I just never want to see you in my life again." Emily said, trying to move away from him…but he pulled her closer to him a little more roughly than he had intended to. For a minute, their faces were just inches apart, he froze and so did she, he could smell her sweet, intoxicating fragrance. Neither of them knew how it happened but it did…their lips met, and he captured her mouth in a kiss. At first, it was weird, but very soon it turned heated and passionate…he wanted to stop, he was drunk and so was she, and he knew this wasn't right, but he couldn't stop himself. Emily wanted to push him away from her, her mind was screaming at her to stop this, telling her this was very wrong but her heart said something else, they stayed like that locked in a kiss until they finally pulled away.

"Get in the car please, let me take you home." Hotch said softly, looking at her deeply. Emily just nodded and got in the car as he opened the door for her. Something had just happened…she should not have let her boss kiss her and neither should she be letting her boss take her to the hotel, but she couldn't stop herself. It was as if suddenly her mind was being controlled by someone else. Hotch got in the car and began driving toward her hotel. He had broken the rules, he had kissed his subordinate, he should feel ashamed of his actions and technically he was supposed to hate her, but all he could think of at the moment was the beautiful woman that was sitting next to him.

When they arrived at the hotel, he parked his car and then got out to open the door for her.

"Do you want me to walk you to your room?" He asked, knowing that he was playing with fire, and he needed to just leave her there and go back to his house.

Emily got out of the car taking his hand gently, she knew she was to drunk to think straight, and she needed to tell Hotch "NO" and go to her room and forget about the kiss.

"Yeah, why don't you come upstairs and have another drink with me, I'm not tired." What the hell is wrong with you, Emily, he's your boss, or was, and you hate him, remember?

"Okay, I would like that." No, what are you doing, idiot...go home, this is not correct...you need to go back to your place and just forget about her.

They took the elevator that led them to her room; he was nervous, he knew he shouldn't be doing this, but he couldn't stop himself and more importantly, he couldn't take his eyes away from the beautiful brunette. When they arrived at her room, Emily opened the door and walked inside the room, with Hotch following after her.

"What do you want to drink? She asked, taking off her shoes and walking toward the minibar.

"I...um...anything is fine." He said nervously, sitting down on the sofa.

Emily walked to the liquor cabinet and selected two glasses, filling them with ice, and after pouring whisky in them, she walked back toward where Hotch was sitting. He took the glass from her hand, and they drank silently. But when he was finished with the drink, Emily poured them another drink, and since they were already drunk, Hotch knew they needed to stop things there.

"Emily, I think I should leave, it's late and you need to rest." He said, standing up.

"Come on, Hotch, don't be such a chicken, after all, you will never see me after tomorrow." She said, glaring at him, and she didn't make her tone very nice. Stop Emily, stop whatever you're doing, this isn't right.

"Emily,..." He started.

"Just tell me something..." Drinking almost all the whisky in her glass.

"Why do you hate me as much as you do?" She needed to know, she had always wanted to know.

"I don't hate you, Emily.' Hotch said, he was also drunk, and he wasn't thinking clearly either.

"Oh, you don't? Then why the hell did you treat me the way you did all this time? Why did you never accept me as part of the team?" She asked, raising her voice and getting very close to him…only inches away from him.

"Emily, let's not do this now, please." He said, trying to calm her down.

"No really, answer me...why do you hate me as much as you do? What the hell did I ever do to you?" She asked, again raising her voice louder.

Hotch pulled her to him again, unable to control himself any longer, and he started kissing her again, more passionately and more intensely than before, he wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her closer to him. Emily was angry and she wanted answers…she wanted to know why in the hell he had been an asshole to her all this time, but she couldn't stop her self from wrapping her arms around his neck and surrendering to his kisses.

He slowly moved them to the bed while kissing her senseless; he couldn't think rationally anymore, he had fought this for a very long time and tonight, tonight he simply wouldn't hold himself back. He pulled away from her mouth slowly looking at her, she was absolutely stunningly beautiful, and he let his mouth move slowly to her neck nibbling and biting at the soft skin gently. Emily wanted so badly to stop him from doing this, but she just couldn't…she thought she had hated the man for the last three years, but now, right in this moment, all she could think of was his manly scent and the delicious things his mouth was doing to her. They kissed for a very long time until his desire grew stronger and he needed more of her. Very slowly, his hand moved to the back of her dress undoing the zipper and letting her dress fall from her beautiful body onto the carpet. His eyes turned to fire as he watched her beautiful alabaster skin and her breasts being exposed to him, and he gently laid her on the bed kissing her lips sweetly and looking into her eyes.

"Hotch." Emily said breathlessly.

"Aaron." He corrected her looking at her with desire and lust and something else.

This time it was Emily who captured his mouth in a kiss, she had never in her life felt so turned on by anyone, the shivers that he was making her feel, the butterflies in her stomach, no man had ever made her tremble with a caress, with a kiss, the way he was kissing her, it simply couldn't be described.

She moved her hands to his shirt and started unbuttoning his shirt gently while his mouth assaulted her neck and breasts. Very slowly, she removed his shirt running her hands over his toned chest and abdomen. Hotch grabbed her hands gently, lacing their fingers and moving them to the back of her head, kissing her with so much passion. He had never felt this with any other woman, not even Haley at the beginning of their marriage, the strong desire, the tingling in his stomach, this woman was truly and utterly beautiful and she had a delightful body, he was so hard, just thinking about it was almost painful.

Emily unlaced their fingers for a moment to run her hands over his shoulder blades and back, making him shiver at the contact of her soft hands. Very slowly, she moved her hands to his ass, and then to the front of his pants, undoing the zipper of his pants and unbuckling his belt. The passion and desire was overwhelming for both of them, Hotch stood up for a minute to take off his pants and shoes, then returned to the bed and began kissing her from the tip of her toes to her mouth, sending electrical currents through the brunette's body, as she felt her thong become soaked.

He captured her mouth again softer this time, enjoying each second, tasting her sweet lips and the whisky on her tongue, their thoughts battling and dancing against each other, while his hand slowly moved down her sides and over her smooth legs, feeling the soft skin under his fingertips, her skin felt like porcelain, and her intoxicating fragrance was filling his nostrils. He slowly moved his hand in between her legs, touching her intimately and watching as she arched her back and closed her eyes in pleasure.

Very slowly and keeping eye contact with her, he removed her underwear, his eyes burning with desire, the strongest desire he had ever felt with anyone else. He leaned down to kiss her lips again, almost biting her as she moaned in pleasure, her hand moving inside his boxers to cup his erection. One thing she never in her life would have imagined was that the very stoic Aaron Hotchner was this passionate, and this BIG! Their lips connected in a kiss again, as his fingertips played with her silky folds.

"Oh, mmmm." Emily whimpered, as he moved one finger inside her wet core, then he slowly continued kissing his way down to her glistening sex. He lapped at her slit making her moan in pleasure, and he kept slowly laving her folds with his tongue until she couldn't control herself any longer and pulled him back toward her.

Their mouths met in a passionate and fiery kiss this time, both unable to control themselves. Emily flipped them on the bed seating herself on top of him while their mouths were joined. She positioned his rock hard member at her entrance and slowly sank onto his erection, as they both moaned in pleasure.

"Oh God, Emily..." Aaron cried in pleasure, as the brunette rode him slowly…almost painfully.

He ran his hands down her smooth back and then brought her breasts to his mouth, licking and biting each one, then drawing both hardened nipples into his mouth and sucking on them all the while running his tongue around each hardened peak. He took such pleasure watching this dazzling woman that was making him melt alive, and he finally managed to gain strength and flipped them over on the bed to put himself on top of her while he made love to her passionately and softly. He watched as the brunette arched her back when the first orgasm hit her.

"Oh God, Aaron!" She screamed.

He continued his slow and deep thrusts all the while kissing her and biting on her neck while her hands wandered around his back and his ass, pushing him deeper inside her. Very soon, his pace became deeper and stronger, making her whimper and moan loudly. Their bodies stuck together by their sweat, but their passion was insatiable, and very soon they both shared a very powerful and intense orgasm.

"Jesus...Emily, you feel so damn good!" He whimpered in her ear.

"Oh God, yes!" Emily screamed again, as they both came down from the euphoria.

He stayed inside her, kissing her sweetly until both of their breaths evened out. Then he slowly pulled out of her resting on the mattress. Emily turned on her side and closed her eyes trying to catch her breath; he spooned behind her wrapping his arm around her.

"Emily." He wanted to say it, but he couldn't form the words. Say it, just say it, tell her to stay, not to leave, just say it.

She turned to meet his gaze and kissed his lips lightly one more time, then she turned on her side again, resting against his chest.

"I just need to know why you always acted like that with me." She said softly, almost in a whisper.

He froze, he couldn't answer her, he softly laced their hands together again, running his finger tips softly over her porcelain skin...he needed to answer her, but he couldn't, he tried to speak, but he couldn't. He stayed like that for a few minutes caressing her soft skin and feeling the warmth of her body, comforting her. She closed her eyes, she was too tired and drunk to think anymore.

"Because you are too damn beautiful." He finally said, very softly, surprising himself.

Emily, however. had already fallen asleep, and she didn't hear what he replied to her.